The rest of the weekend - Jenny makes some questionable choices and Dylan gives context

Jenny woke suddenly. Still on the floor, with a cold dampness in her panties. The memories of what had happened came flooding to her and she cringed in anguish. Her own brother had **** himself on her. Even worse she had orgasmed harder than she ever had before. She didn’t even fight him in the end. The sticky mess that pooled in the seat of her panties was a dangerous reminder. Dylan had finished inside her and worries of pregnancy came to her. A pressure on her bladder **** Jenny up. Determined to wash herself clean.

Jenny slogged to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. She pulled her panties down to her knees and relieved her self. Her vagina was sore from the forceful pounding it had taken. Then it caught her eye. Jenny stared inside her panties and saw a drying wad of cum that had oozed out of her. She looked away in disgust, but couldn’t for long. She fought the urge to stare at it, but she couldn’t. Without wanting to she slid her undies all the way off and brought the wad in her gusset to her face to inspect it. It was crusting and smelled old. Jenny rolled her eyes in disgust, but to her painful surprise she wanted it. She didn’t stop herself. She licked the inside of her undies. The taste and texture was crusty but a wave of endorphins washed over her. Jenny began sucking on her panties. They tasted of pussy and crusty cum, but she didn’t care. She instantly felt better. Reviled at herself, Jenny flushed the toilet and pulled her sweatshirt off then got in the shower.

Jenny just stood there in the warm water and soaked in her shame for a while. The evening had started and all she wanted to do was fall off the face of the planet. The afternoon attack kept playing in her mind. How terrifying Dylan was. How much she enjoyed it. It was all too much. She turned the water off and toweled off. She went to her room, hoping to just watch her shows and get her mind off of the day. She put on more comfy underwear, sweats and a t shirt and crawled into bed. She turned on the tv and there was no pause. The strange noises came through and she was hooked on the source. She couldn’t look away.

This time was different in one way. She didn’t black out. The images on the tv played slowly enough for her to make them out. It was scenes of porn. Enthusiastic blowjobs and hard fucking. The kind of thing Jenny would have never watched. Scenes of girls begging for sex. In Jenny’s head the images started to superimpose herself into the scenes. She saw herself in her mind begging for cum. To be fucked. Scenes of women licking cum off the floor flashed and Jenny imagined that was her. The scenes played all night. The sun came up and the tv turned off. Jenny rolled over onto her side. Exhausted and foggy. Hours of watching explicit videos had almost driven her crazy. Deep inside her there was a hunger. Her vagina ached, oozing lubrication. Suddenly she heard the shower come on in the bathroom.

In a daze, not choosing her actions but following her urges, Jenny headed to the bathroom. The door was open. She walked in and stood there. She fought a battle in her mind. “I can’t just open the curtains and beg him to fuck me again! He’s my brother! He’s my ****”. Her question was answered for her. “I know you’re out there. Come on in silly girl,” Dylan said knowingly from inside. Jenny didn’t think. She slid her bottoms to the floor and pulled her sweater over her head. She gasped as she opened the curtains. There Dylan was. Naked. His dick in plain view. Jenny’s eyes snapped to it. A hunger on her face. She was shaking she was so horny.

Jenny stepped in and reached for her prize. Dylan grabbed her hand. “No no. Wash me first,” he chided handing her a loofah. Jenny groaned in frustration but she listened. She soaped it and began scrubbing his body. First his chest, then down. She scrubbed his ass and she grew intoxicated as her hands braced against his body. She audibly moaned as she lifted his shaft, hardening in her hand to scrub it. “Feet too” he reminded her. She went to her knees. His hard dick in her face as she soaped his legs and feet. “Good girl. You can have it now.”

In excitement Jenny looked straight up to his dick and kissed the tip to start. It was warm and smelled of soap. He ran his hands through her hair and guided her to his balls. Hours of instructional videos became instinctive. She began sucking his balls as she stroked his staff. His dick tensed and she switched again to the tip. “He’s not going to last long!” Jenny thought excitedly. She licked the underside of his tip while stroking aggressively. His dick pulsed and Jenny covered his head with her mouth. He exploded in her mouth. The warm sticky fluid filled her mouth and she leaned back and swallowed it. The sensation wracked her body again. Her own sympathetic orgasm started. Her hips gyrating. She pulled the cum from her chin and rubbed it against her clit. Aggressively masturbating she came “ohhhh Fuck!” She cried out. When the orgasm passed she leaned back against the tub and started crying while Dylan stood over her. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She wondered aloud.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Dylan asked with a perplexed look on his face. “Get dried off and Ill show you.” Jenny covered her face in shame as he left. She toweled off and put her pajamas back on. Dylan’s door was open and she entered apprehensively. He was sitting in front of his computer desk, now dressed in basketball shorts and fidgeting with a computer program. “I’ve been brainwashing you to be addicted to my cum”. Dylan said it in a matter of fact way as if there was nothing weird about it. He continued “I calibrated you to two times a day for practicality. I mean before I moved in I was jacking off like four times, but I didn’t want to get bored you know? That’s why you’ve been experiencing arousal and exhaustion. You can’t get peace without my loads.”

Jenny blinked twice. Perplexed. “Dylan what in the Fuck is wrong with you! I’m your fucking sister! This is disgusting!” Dylan didn’t blink. “I know it’s weird, but it’s convenient. Besides I’ve been watching a lot of step sister porn and I’m into it. Besides you love it. There’s nothing you can do about it now. If you try to hurt me or tell on me I won’t be able to give you my semen and the withdrawals will never go away.” Jenny stepped back and the room was swimming. “I’m not going along with this! I’m not going to let you fuck me Dylan! You can’t brainwash me anymore!”

Dylan thought for a second. “Well you already have been. I already implanted the need in your brain. I tell you what I won’t brainwash you tonight or **** you to do anything. I imagine by tomorrow you’ll be begging for it.” Jenny sighed and stood there processing this information. “I won’t do it, I won’t play your gross little game. You are sick and I’m not going to Fuck you”. Dylan just chuckled at her defiance. “Fine. I won’t turn on the program tonight. I won’t need to. By tomorrow you’ll be begging for it. I prefer it actually. I wanted to make you **** because it’s hot.” Jenny stormed out of his room fuming.