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Chapter 24 by Drakavius Drakavius

What Does Melissa Do?

Melissa Goes Home

Melissa considered her options, or tried too. Her thoughts were all clouded with perverse ideas and her hand fought her will as one left the steering wheel shortly after pulling away from the building.

It settled between her legs, gently brushing her slit, elbow compressing one of her sensitive breasts against her.

She fought to keep focused and resist the urge to just pull over and jump some random stranger. Her eyes drifting to people she drove by lurid thoughts grabbing at each glimpse.

She parked the truck in the driveway at home after what seemed an eternity. She exhaled deeply with relief, her momentary lapse in will rewarded with three fingers stabbing into her wet pussy.

Melissa fought to recompose herself, as she needed to rush in before her parents got in. She gasped with pleasure as the image of her sucking off her father as her mother's face was buried between her legs crossed her thoughts.

She pulled her open blouse shut, rushing into the house.

Melissa like many of her generation was a boomerang child. She and her younger brother were struggling to get on their feet after many years chasing the post secondary education they supposedly needed to get somewhere in life. All it had done was lead them both into debt, and finding jobs to get by while they moved back home to keep their costs down.

Melissa burst into the bathroom ripping the lone shirt she had on, jumping into the shower she threw it on **** to see a good shower cleanse her of the aching desire and lust haunting her from the impromptu orgy she enjoyed so... What was she thinking?

She thoroughly washed her hair and rubbed her face clean, her aggressive cleaning transitioning as she got to rubbing her breasts, aggressively cleaning her sensitive breasts turning into massaging them pleasurably.

Melissa was soon breathing heavily as she groped and massaged them, the aching in her body subsiding as pleasure began building up once more.

Melissa leaned over, propping herself with one arm off the shower wall as she gave in to the urge to try and finger herself into finally cumming. She pleaded aloud between heavy gasps for air and suppressed moans. Gulping at water spraying down at her as images of cum spraying on her danced in her head.

She didn't want it to be true, stuck eternally horny, body locked full of increasing pleasure always on the edge of cumming. It couldn't, no demon could cause that... Could they?

With a screaming climax Melissa collapsed to the shower floor and groped herself. She contemplated giving up right there, where to seek help, or a cure.

But none of it mattered as her attempts at coherent thought increasingly were interrupted with depravity.

The knocking sound startled Melissa back from the incoherent mess of thoughts tangling through her head.

"You okay? I thought I heard a scream."

Fuck. Her brother was home, and heard her!

"Yeah... I uh slipped." Melissa replied awkwardly, her embarrassed and panicked mind becoming slowly immersed with thoughts of asking him to come in and help her.

Her body ached even harder for sex with the thoughts of **** that had emerged from dark unknown depths of perversion planted by the Idol's corruption.

Her mind fought further urges to call him in to "help" her, or to go to the door and just grab him...

Eww.. It's my brother... Melissa pushed back her elongated tongue lapping at her lips.

She had to fight this.

She had to embrace this.

She had to resist.

She had to fist his cock.

Melissa lay in a fetal position the shower pouring down on her as her mind and body tried betraying her will, her fingers fidgeting irresistibly where her hand was clamped between her legs.

More pleasure building.

What Does Melissa Do?

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