Give in.

(I edited the ending of the last chapter at the suggestion of a reader to include some shenanigans with Molly)

Looking at the clock, he saw that it read 5:35. Molly's ride was supposed to pick her up at a quarter to 6. Meaning if he was going to do anything it had to be now. Muttering a frustrated, "fuck it" Mark stopped time, stripped naked and sporting an 8 inch rigid pole of meat, headed downstairs.

Mark was on a warpath of lust and it couldn't be contained. The first person he came across was his sister. It had been a while since Mark had messed with his sister mostly due to how nice she was being to him. That all went out the window when he practically tackled Ashley, who had been sitting on the couch. He straddled her lower torso and looked down at her frozen face. Yanking her gray tank top off and over her head, nearly ripping it in the process (see Character chapter for reference), he squeezed her 34C breasts through her bra and began mauling them. The ferocity of his manhandling was definitely going to hurt for Ashley when he unstopped time, but Mark didn't care. All he cared about was satisfying his uncontrollable lust. Annoyed at the fabric between his ravishing hands and her voluptuous tits, Mark grabbed each of the bra cups and tore them in opposite directions causing the fabric holding them together to rip completely.

With her freckle speckled tits and pink pale nipples in full view, Mark's lust was driven to new heights. He dove headfirst towards her chest and sucked a pert little nipple into his mouth. While he bit and licked and flicked the nipple in his mouth with his tongue, Mark was pulling and pinching and twisting the other one. As he continued his **** on his sisters breasts his lower half began to involuntarily thrust against her groin. He frustratingly asked, "WHY. HAVEN'T. YOU. BEGGED. ME. TO. FUCK. YOU. YET?" punctuating each word with a thrust forward and a bite to a nipple. His thrusts would have found their mark if it weren't for the pajama bottoms she was wearing. Giving a frustrated groan, Mark backed up until he was straddling her legs and yanked Ashley's pajama bottoms down to her knees. Mark was a little disappointed to find her nude under the pajamas because he had wanted to rip whatever panties she was wearing from her body. Climbing off his time frozen sister, Mark pulled the pajamas off completely and climbed back on her. He positioned his cock against her pussy lips and was about to plunge in when a voice in the back of his head told him he needed to wait. Exhibiting at least a little control, Mark pulled back with a frustrated grunt.

Every moment he wasn't blowing his load, was ****. Grabbing Ashley, he picked her lightweight body up off the couch and set her on the floor. Positioning her on her knees, Mark opened her mouth and fed her his cock. Not caring about what his sister would feel, he roughly bumped the back of her throat a few times before it slid down her throat. Grabbing two chunks of hair on either side of her head, Mark slowly pushed and pulled Ashley's head. He slowly picked up the pace and by the time he felt his orgasm building he was savagely facefucking his sister. When he reached the point of no return, Mark pulled hard on Ashley's head, mashing her nose up against his pubic hair. Holding her there, he unloaded rope after pearly rope of cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. Pulling out, Mark wiped the remaining cum on his cock off on Ashley's face and stumbled backwards onto the couch. After catching his breath, he looked down at his crotch and was enraged to see he was still hard as steel. "WHO DO I HAVE TO FUCK TO GET SOME FUCKING RELIEF??"