Rachel's Frustration

Back to the present...

“Mmm...yes...a little more...ahh...ahh...almost there.”

As I remembered what happened two months ago, my hands fluttered around my vagina, trying unsuccessfully to reach orgasm. But it was all in vain. When I was almost there, everything simply went backward, as if my lust were a car in reverse.

“No, no, no, no, no, no...grrr...fuck, not again,” I groaned in frustration as I collapsed on the bed.

This problem had curiously started weeks ago, almost at the same time my friends stopped hanging out with me. After that week, they distanced themselves more and more from me as they grew closer to Mike.

With each passing day, the five of them made a point of praising my brother in our conversations, flattering him at every opportunity and emphasizing how magnificent he was in bed.

In addition to fueling my itch, I also noticed something very strange: none of them showed the slightest bit of jealousy toward each other. I mean, where have you ever seen a group of sexy girls sharing the same guy?

And they did it happily; their friendship remained unshaken, even strengthening with each encounter with Mike, just as quickly as my connection with them deteriorated. They had become like sisters in a harem, putting aside all envy and jealousy between them. Their bond was so close that on more than one occasion I sensed a certain degree of lesbian affection.

"AHHHHHHHHH...YES MIKE....YES MIKE.... LOUDER....AHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

To top it all off, hearing the concert of moans and screams increased my sexual discomfort. This time it was Marcy who was receiving her share of cock.

“Bitches... grrrr... that's what they are now, fucking bitches shaking their asses for that geek... Arrrrr... I'm getting hot again!”

I went back to working hard to achieve the orgasm that eluded me, while I heard the screams of my friends. I searched my memory once more to find the source of their sexual block.

It was an incident two weeks after my brother's accident. I was having another argument with the girls about how they spent every night, when the King of Rome joined in.

“I can't believe what a party pooper you are, sister, ruining your friends' fun and mine, your little brother,” Mike said, staring me straight in the eyes.

I felt a little sorry, not for him, but for the girls, which was quickly dissolved by my anger.

“Stop that crap. The fun you're talking about is actually unbridled lust... the perverted dreams, and I'm not going to tolerate it,” I said bluntly, taking a step in front of my brother in a clear challenge.

But my antagonism vanished when Mike gave him the most intense and penetrating look I'd ever seen. Suddenly, that little brother I saw every day had become an imposing man who projected an overwhelming aura.

For a few brief seconds, I lowered my head, but I raised it again, not wanting to show him any weakness, even deep down, a blanket of fear covered my heart.

“Rachel, Rachel... she thinks you're so superior to them, but the truth is, deep down, you long to fuck for hours... they're all the same,” Mike spoke with unusual superiority.

“Uh... I... that's not true... you're sick.”

“Sick? Surely if you had gone without reaching the maximum, you'd understand... okay, I'll give you some time to process it, sister, since I have a feeling you'll see the truth... that deep down, all girls are bitches,” he stated, focusing his blue eyes on me.

With those last words, the itching on my neck grew worse, but I also felt a kind of shock run through my body, concentrating in my stomach. It was as if something external had touched me inside, although I quickly dismissed it because of how ridiculous it sounded.

As if some macabre prophecy, since that conversation, I haven't been able to reach orgasm. No matter how hard I tried (and I really tried), I never managed to come, finding myself in a constant state of frustration.

The strangest thing was that during those weeks, I stopped hanging out with any guys. I somehow did everything possible to avoid them, which was odd considering my sexual problem. I simply didn't crave any male company at all.

"OOOOOH...YES...OOOH YES...OOOH YES MIKE...FILL ME!"

Meanwhile, I could clearly hear Helen enjoying her turn next to me.

"This is useless," I said, defeated.

"COME ON, BOY...AHHHHH...AHHH...SHOW ME YOUR MANHOOD!"

After a while, thoughts about my brother began to appear inside me, thoughts about his manhood...thoughts a sister shouldn't have.

"Hmm...damn, how big must he be?...How long does it take to recover?...How long can he cum?...Oh wait, why am I thinking about that?"

Disturbed, I tried to avoid those dark thoughts, but they returned to me with even greater ****.

"Grrr... maybe he has the perfect cock for any pussy... a cock capable of making every girl who sees it fall in love with him... And what if I see him?... Fuck, I'm already going crazy."

I knew it was a perversion, this desire that had been born in me. The best thing to do would be to forget it and go to sleep. However, before I knew it, I had already crossed the door of my room and headed towards Mike's.

I was insanely curious to know what Mike had between his legs; I was already sick of hearing about it from girls and had to see it for myself. I wasn't stupid; this was morally wrong, but I didn't have time to decide whether it was right or wrong.

I noticed the door wasn't closed, which was totally stupid. What idiot leaves their door open when they're having sex? Anyway, I opened the door a little more and focused my eyes for a few seconds.

And there I saw it!

A huge, fat, veiny mass of flesh thrusting in and out of the brunette's pussy. I only needed to see it for a few moments to confirm all the wonders they were saying about it, and it must have been at least 20 cm long.

"Oooooh MIKE... MY HEAD IS SPINNING....AHHHHHHHHH"

Helen was on the bed on all fours, being penetrated by my brother's cock, while the other girls watched lustfully as they groped each other.

I couldn't get over my amazement. During this time, a monster lived in my house. In my head, everything made sense now. I could see how that bastard Mike managed to build a harem in record time.

No girl on Earth would be able to resist such a Titan; even I felt a tingling in my uterus just looking at him. I should have been disgusted by my reaction, but the truth is, I was mesmerized by Mike's magnificent cock. Somehow, deep down, I knew it was the perfect cock for any woman.

"Grrr...Bitch, get ready!"

"Ahhh...Ahhhhh...Yes, Mike, give me your hot cum...Oooooooh...I'm cumming!"

Holy crap! I'd never seen so much cum in a single load; it was like Helen's pussy was being showered with a fire hose. The amount of white liquid must have been similar to that of five men.

"Fuck!" I unconsciously screamed, not thinking about the consequences.

At that moment, everyone in the room turned their gaze on me, and among them all, Mike's bright blue eyes stood out easily.

"Just look...she's my sister!"