She still has one hole left to

Yes, you decide. Because you haven’t used her mouth hole yet.

You drag her limp head up by the hair. She’s adorable really. Her blue eyes are bloodshot and glassy, her cheeks streaked with mascara. Adorable.

You guide her to kneel between your legs at the edge of the bed, pushing her down until she’s at cock level. She flinches away at first, but you slap her hard enough to get her attention.

“Open,” you command.

Your cock is still sticky with her ruined hole’s leftovers, and already leaking. She shakes her head, still trying to resist. You almost admire her for it.

You slap her again, sending her head snapping to the side. Then you grip her by both cheeks, squeezing hard until she opens up with a small, defeated moan.

“Good little sis,” you say, guiding your cock to her lips.

She tastes herself first, the foul taste of her own asshole mixed with her pussy juices. It seems to break her. Her whole body shakes with silent sobbing, her tears spilling down onto your shaft. You push forward, the head splitting her lips, her mouth warm and soft but unpracticed. That’s alright, you’ll do the work for her.

You push deeper. Her jaw is too tight, so you use your hands at the back of her head, pushing her face down until you’re all the way to the hilt, her nose pressed into your belly. She gags immediately, the muscles in her throat spasming around your cock, and you almost come from just that sensation alone. You pull back, watching as she gasps for air, retching. Your beautiful sister, **** to gag on your cock.

Should you feel bad? One glance at your raging cock causes you to shrug. Who fucking cares? You **** her down again.

You set a rhythm. One hand in her hair, the other at her jaw, prying it open when she clamps it shut. Each thrust is a little deeper, a little rougher, making her drool, making her nose run. Every time she tries to catch her breath you **** her with your cock again, until she’s nothing but a ****, sputtering, cock-slut.

“You think you’re changing the world?” you ask, voice thick with contempt and arousal. “You think anyone cares what a slut like you thinks?”

She’s still not putting in any effort, and it starts to get you angry. To teach her a lesson, you pinch her nose shut, wait for her to panic, then fuck your cock deep into her throat. Her hands come up, limp and useless, batting at your thighs. You use her mouth like a toy, the way you always wanted, years of forbidden fantasies swelling to the surface.

You tip over the edge sooner than you mean to. Her mouth is so tight, her throat so warm and ****, you can’t help it. You thrust in deep, holding her head in place, and unload down her throat. She gags, chokes, but you keep her there, watching her struggle, forcing every drop into her.

You don’t let her up right away. Instead, you hold her there, savoring the sight.

Your sister, the feminist, drool and cum and tears dribbling down her chin. You want to burn this image into your memory forever. Your cock bulging in her throat, her body shaking with the intensity of it. You thrust a few more shallow, lazy times, making sure she gets every last drop.

When you finally let go, she collapses back, hacking and sputtering, a sorry mess on the hotel floor.

Has she been broken enough?