Take Control

At that something inside you shifts- no. Snaps.

I’m not a girl. And I’m definitely not hers.

You may not have ever been any kind of athlete, but you’re bigger than her, and you’re able to grab her wrists and pull her down onto the bed without resistance.

“Ah!” she yelps, straining against your grasp, but you hold tight and roll on top of her, your face inches above Lucy’s. She looks up at you wide-eyed, the beginning of a sneer forming on that pretty face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re-” she begins, but you cut her off with a kiss, deep and rough, pushing your tongue between her lips, dancing with hers, licking the insides of her mouth, tasting her-

“Mmph!” She lets out a muffled shout, and you break away just enough to hear- “Jackie, please!”

“That’s a good girl,” you reply, beyond fed up with her taunting, her mocking, her demands- and when you move back down your lips meet her impressive tits instead, sucking on them through the fabric of her shirt, nipping at the fat nubs of her nipples, feeling them grow hard between your lips-

“Ohhh,” moans Lucy, unable to stop herself, and her body bucks against yours. You take this as a sign of encouragement as you reach down to the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it roughly over her head, taking an admiring look at those huge pale globes you’d dreamt of for so long before diving back down, lapping at her tits, one hand taking turns squeezing them roughly, the other snaking down under her waistband, towards the beating warmth of her cunt-

“Jack,” she gasps out, and you stop, getting ahold of yourself. As poorly as your sister might’ve treated you over the years, she didn’t deserve this- not if she didn’t want it. This wasn’t just a game, or a fantasy. You couldn’t do something like that, not without-

“Please,” mutters Lucy, and this time you knew there was no unspoken “stop” attached.

“Please what?” you ask, and Lucy’s eyes flicker open, meeting yours- the same deep blue.

“Fuck me.”