Porcelain Pleasures

Before his eyes, Francis watched in shock as his blonde-haired blue-eyed sister impaling a bright green dildo into her pussy as she sat on the toilet. Her eyes were screwed up in pleasure, oblivious to her surroundings, and her legs splayed out as she drove the stiff prick in with both hands.

“Oh God!” she cried. “Don’t stop! Stuff me! Fill me up! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Smirking, Francis studied his sister. Her halter-top had been shoved above her breasts and her bra below. Her black skirt had been kicked out of the way and her faded pink panties hung from her left ankle.

“Give it to me!” she continued crying. “Knock me up! Fuck me til I’m pregnant!”

Francis watched in awe as she shoved the green snake in, almost to the hilt.

“I’m a slut, a whore! Your whore! Fuck your whore! Stuff my whorish pussy with your cock! Please! Just fuck me!”

Francis stiffened at the words emanating from his sister’s mouth. He had never seen her act like this before. She was being so… slutty.

“Dammit,” his sister growled, pulling the dildo from her sopping pussy. Francis appraised the length. It was shorter than him, but not by much.

“That bastard,” she continued to say, still oblivious to the intrusion, laying her head back against the wall. “Why did he have to walk around in his speedo this morning? He’s so fucking gorgeous and he doesn’t know it.”

She sighed.

“I want him so bad! And his massive cock as well!” She glanced down at the slick fake cock in her hand. “He’s probably bigger now as well.”

“Fuck,” she grimaced. “Why can’t I get off? Do I need the real thing now or just a bigger dildo?”

“Oh, Francis,” she sighed. “What I could do just to have you fuck me once?”

“What could you do?” Francis said, breaking his silence.

She snapped her face towards him in shock, blushing deep red in embarrassment. She slapped her hands to her privates in an effort to cover up and accidentally jabbed the bright green cock deep into her pussy with a grunt.

“Fr, Francis,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“Catching a show,” he smirked. “And it was quite… titillating.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone,” she pleaded.

“Don’t tell anyone what? That you wank off to you dear brother? That you want him to fuck you hard? That you want his baby?”

“Please, Francis,” she said, paling. “No one can know.”

“Well, I know now,” he smiled. “And we all know how well I can keep a secret.”

“I’ll do anything,” she said frantically. “You hear me? Anything!”

She fell to the floor, sprawling across the linoleum. Grasping at his work boots, she began sobbing into the hard leather.

“I can work with that,” Francis said. “I always wanted my own ****.”

“Really?” she said, peering up at her brother.

“Sure,” he smiled. “And if you’re really good, I’ll give you what you’ve been wanting all these years.”

“Thank you, Francis,” she smiled, her tears ceasing to flow.

“You’re welcome, Tasa.”