Steve

I follow close behind her as she strides along, businesslike, unbothered, down the stairs and across the front foyer and into living room where Steve is still playing CoD on the TV. The whole way, I can't take my eyes off her swaying black hair spilling over her shoulder blades or the cute little dimple in her lower back or--especially--her full, unblemished ass cheeks, twitching with each step.

"About time," says Steve when we enter, his attention still focused on the screen. "Did you get lost on the way to the--?" His words trail off when he turns his head to see his naked sister in all her glory. "Wha...? Annie?!" His mouth gapes open and his eyes bulge.

"Show him the card, Jake," Bethany orders, standing in the middle of the room nonchalantly, folding her arms beneath her breasts in a way that leaves them--and her womanhood--brazenly exposed. I pull the writ from my wallet and hand it to Steve.

"As you can see," Bethany continues, "Jake has obtained the ability to demand sexual favors from any woman he wants. That government agency, the Bureau of Sexual Services, gave this card to him. I just called the police and confirmed that it's one hundred percent genuine."

Steve says nothing, his eyes flicking between the writing on the card and his sister's form.

"Anyway, Jake has chosen to exercise his privilege on me. So...the two of us are going to fuck. And you're going to watch, so you can testify that I complied with Jake's wishes, but under protest. I have no choice in this matter."

"I...I...don't really think that's necessary," Steve stammers, his face reddening.

"I insist," says Bethany. She turns to me. "Are you ready to get started?" I nod and reach for my shirt. She puts one hand on my arm. "I don't think you don't need to strip for this. Just sit down in the chair over there, take your cock out, and I'll handle the rest."

I obey. She gestures at my growing member sprouting upwards from between my shirt and unzipped pants. "The condom?" I nod again stiffly and pull out the Durex from my wallet. She expertly wraps me up. "There we go. Hopefully, this won't take long." With that said, she straddles me and lowers herself down, slowly.

My cockhead presses against her delicate pink folds, then slides through, entering the warm chamber beyond. The shaft follows. She keeps sinking until at last we're fully joined, her pubis touching the hem of my shirt. The neutral stoic expression never leaves her face as she begins bouncing up and down on my cock, but I can tell she's not wholly unaffected--based on the squelching sounds coming from her pussy. She grabs my hands in hers and brings them to her hips, prodding me to hold on tight.

All this time, Steve sits there, looking and yet not looking. Mostly, his attention is focused on a blank corner of the ceiling.

My cock twitches and throbs, the pleasure building higher and higher until at last I shoot my load into the condom. Bethany can sense my eruption. She pushes down one final time, taking more of me than ever before, then extricates herself entirely and stands up. "I hope you're satisfied," she says. "I'm going to take a shower now." She disappears back through the foyer.

I sit there in a stupor, shrinking cock still encased in the used condom. I've finally managed to lose my virginity--maybe not in the circumstances I would have wanted, but still... Pussy is pussy.

Steve looks at the card, still clutched in his hands. "Fuck," he whispers. "This is real. Really real."

"...Yeah," I say.

His eyes turn to me, expression unreadable. "I'm going to...borrow it for a while. After what you just did...with Bethany...I think you owe us. You owe me."