NOTE: This is purely fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Never commit any of the unethical/illegal acts described in this fantasy.
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PART ONE
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My young Arab sister in law Anna was finally asleep on the couch in the other room.
To be more precise: Anna had finally slipped into unconsciousness.
The TV show’s light flickered across her innocent, round face, illuminating her flushed cheeks, full lips, and thick eyebrows. She was a virgin, beautiful, and so, so, soft and vulnerable – and she was all mine.
We were home alone and would be for another day, at least. She was completely out, and would remember nothing. Starting tonight, my little sister-in-law would be my personal sex toy to use and abuse. I held my breath as I approached her.
At 19, she was ten years younger than me and still a freshman in college. I knew it was so deeply wrong, but I had finally resolved to cross this line when over a year ago I spied on her doing her morning yoga in those tiny athletic shorts she always wore when my wife, her sister, and I visited.
I had frozen in place at the top of the staircase and felt my cock instantly jump at the sight before me down below. I greedily stared at her long, soft legs, her flexed calves, her feet arched on tip toes, as she held a downward-dog pose, facing away, her face visible between her thighs. Her eyes were blissfully shut as she breathed deeply, lifting her ass up to the ceiling. She never wore her hijab inside and I feasted on the vision of her young, tight, fit body.
I got a glimpse of the edge of her light pink, girlish cotton panties underneath the bottom of her shorts as she bent forward, arching her back. I saw the a preview of her bikini line pubes poking out, and I knew then I had to taste her, fill her, fuck her, rape her slim young body.
My wife was shorter, a little rounder, and had better tits than her sister. Anna was younger, skinnier, petite but long-legged, and had glorious curly hair that cascaded all the down her back. She had flawless dark olive skin, but a tendency to blush furiously at the slightest mention of sex or dating. She was so much more innocent and sheltered, which would make the crime even worse – and more satisfying.
My wife knew I thought her little sister was hot, but it was always treated like a funny background joke. She’d casually make a “bet you feel extra lucky, huh” comment when they’d both be in bathing suits by our pool. She had no idea I’d be this crazed and dedicated to commit such a lecherous act.
I was finally alone with Anna for two whole days, as my wife and her parents had gone to a conference a few states away. I regularly stayed over and they trusted me, so Anna had accepted a nightcap as she picked a show on Netflix.
I made her a stiff drink earlier, which she quickly finished, but it was what I had slipped into her nightly cup of tea afterward that had knocked her out as she stretched out on the couch. She had drank about half the mug before her eyes abruptly shut and her head tipped back onto the arm of the couch. A patch of her memory would be gone, but she’d likely attribute it to just stumbling up to bed half asleep, not anything in her first, alcoholic drink.
I froze on the threshold between the two rooms. Was I really going to do this? I had already done something terrible just from the drugging alone, I realized. It was too late to not give into the aching, diabolical urges I felt tightening my boxers. I was practically drooling, my hand rubbing the bulge in my pants and I slowly approached her, almost automatically. I knew I was going to do this to her, for the entire last year, with every glance I stole as she did yoga each morning, or when her A-cup breasts bounced when she walked, or her legs jiggled as she trounced up or down the stairs.
It was time to fuck her – no, rape her – until I pumped orgasm after orgasm of cum into her. I stepped into the TV room and approached her.
She was lying across the whole couch, her head tipped backward as she breathed in and out regularly. I stood near her, and snapped my fingers once, twice.
No response.
Good.
I was trembling, with fear and anticipation, but my cock was so fucking hard at the knowledge of what I was about to do.
“Anna.” I said her name – nothing.
“ANNA!” I yelled – still nothing.
I walked forward, and looked at her long legs peeking out under the blanket.
She wore mismatched flowery socks….I stepped forward, trembling, and reached out.
I touched her foot – nothing.
I ran a finger gently under the arch, to see if any ticklish response came – nothing.
I stepped closer. I could smell her hair and deodorant from where I stood now, over her vulnerable little body.
She was all mine.
I almost came right there, and I nearly panted with excitement, the depravity giving me a blood rush like nothing else.
I slowly, achingly traced my hand up her foot, and slipped off her small socks, dropping them to the floor. I ran my hand slowly, slowly upward, pushing the blanket on her off as I went, revealing those perfect legs, small little shorts, and the glimpse of her taut stomach between her shorts and t-shirt. I knelt by her and inched forward, until I was close to her face, and leaned in, smelling her.
I reached out and committed the worst violation yet, daring to touch her gentle face.
Her skin flushed, her breathing steady, I caressed the delicate downy hair across the sides of her cheeks and above her top lip.
I licked my lips, and traced my finger over hers, and then slowly, gently, pushed my forefinger into her warm, wet mouth.
She inhaled a little sharply, but did not move, and I pressed my finger inside her, sliding it up onto her tongue in ecstasy.
I pulled it out and sucked her saliva off my fingers, then grabbed the bulge in my pants and squeezed as my heart pounded, and I leaned down, and violated her beautiful soft mouth with my own.
I grabbed her with both my arms and lifted her slightly as I sucked on Anna’s thick lips, her limp form barely responsive, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth, running my tongue onto hers, savoring the gooey saliva I drank like a monster.
God, she tasted SO GOOD.
I sucked on her tongue and limp lips, groaning in ecstasy, harder and more turned on than I had ever been before.
She was all mine.
My trembling in anxiety was replaced with an animal lust, and with a pounding heart I gently rolled her more onto her back, so her head wouldn’t flop, and I reach down and started committing the next violation I had fantasized over for more than a year.
I slid my hand down the top of her soft cotton shirt, cupping her delicate A-sized breasts. I squeezed them gently, and then a little harder, in my big, crude hand, feeling the tiny downy hair around the nipples that reflexively stiffened under my touch.
I had fantasized for so long, and now it was time.
I jerked her shirt halfway down, past her shoulders, like a crude tube top, exposing both her little tits to the air, and I clamped my mouth down on each one, one by one, sucking on her brown Arab nipples.
I had dreamed of sucking on her perfect, perky breasts forever, it seemed, and I had never sucked on any nipples as perfect as her puffy purple ones.
I had to have release, even before I got to her luscious pussy lips I had so often wondered about, I needed to cum like I had never needed to before.
“Are you ready, Anna?” I growled, even though she could not hear me.
I half stood, and brought my cock out, and lifted her hand to wrap around it.
Just that, the feeling of her fingers – limp though they were – on my skin made me shiver, and I knew the building orgasm was going to be the strongest of my life.
Pre-cum oozed onto her fingers, which I raised to my lips and sucked on.
I let her hand fall and I brought the swollen head of my cock up to her face, her slightly open mouth exhaling warm air onto me.
I have a normal sized dick, but next to her 19 year old, innocent face, and virginal mouth, it was too big to just shove in.
I rubbed it up and down on her lips, and bent and pried her mouth open a little bit with one finger, tilting her head sideways just a bit.
The feeling of her warm breath and moist mouth on me, as I forced my cock inside, as her mouth reflexively closed a bit onto me.
Nothing had ever felt better than that forced blowjob, her breath stuttering out her nose, her hot warm spit on my shaft, her tongue rubbing me as I thrust into her.
I will forever remember the image of my cock in her mouth, half slack, clamped down on me, as I shoved it slowly in and out.
She gagged a little, and I didn’t want to choke her, but I couldn’t help myself.
I slammed my cock deep into her little mouth, her throat twitching some, and I grabbed hold of the back of her head, fingers deep in her indescribably beautiful shock of dark.
I ground myself shamelessly deep into her face, groaning as the hardest orgasm of my life pumped my cum out and deep down her throat.
I roared in furious joy and pleasure as I exploded cum down my little sister in law’s throat, two, three, four hot ropes of stickiness.
I pulled slowly out, and forced slowly back in, barely aware enough to check that her nose and breathing was unobstructed, even as my cocked twitched and throbbed inside her mouth.
Every stroke was another wave of unadulterated pleasure that sent goosebumps up and down my entire body.
I had barely lasted a minute, maybe even just thirty seconds.
My whole body was shaking, as I slowly pulled all the way out of her, and a little trail of spit and cum spilled out of her cheek and ran onto the couch.
I swept it up with my fingers and pushed it back into her mouth, and then grabbed her and hauled her into a semi-upright position on the pillows on the couch.
I made sure she was alright, blissfully unaware, her skin flushed, as she reclined after her first ever blowjob and first ever throat fucking.
She had taken all my cum like a good girl, and her body had started responding just how it should.
Shaking with exhaustion, shock, and arousal, I knew that what I did next would also make even her tremble in orgasmic ecstasy….
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