Joe chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Joe chapter 12

... to stand on here. Since Cynthia and I started seeing each other I have slept with my sister, three times now, and Cynthia's own sister more times than her, and four of Bella's friends. That makes me a much worse boyfriend. Maybe it's because it was Mark, he's always acting like he's so much better than me in everything. Most stuff I don't care but sex with my girls was supposed to be my domain. I shouldn't care I was going to break up with her tonight anyway because her little sister is having my baby. Thinking of Mark with Cynthia reminded me of the time he tried to hit on Bella at the theater! Oh that fucker! I felt squirming under me and was brought back to the now... My sister was trying to get out from under me. One hand was in her hair gripping hard and forcing her face into the pillow. The other was holding her butt while I was once again ramming my angry cock in her soft swollen pussy. I loosened my hold on her head and she turned to the side gasping for breath. I could have killed her the way she was sucking air into her lungs. I could see the wetness on her pillow from her tears. She was still crying and I didn't stop. Her tears reminded me of Cynthia when she was caught fucking my best friend! He fucking knew, "I told him she was my girlfriend!" I growled. My sister cried silently as I tore her delicate pussy open for my pleasure. I could feel her hole getting easier to ram, she was getting wet. "You wanted me to fuck you more, didn't you?" I asked angrily pulling ...

... back almost out of her hole. She only cried and moved her head. Could have been a no or a yes. I battered her hole more. She was getting wetter. Somehow that pissed me off more! "You like your brother raping you?" I demanded, giving her no time to answer as I gripped her hair again and jammed her face back into the pillow. I raped her pussy for ten more minutes, while only giving her a second or two here and there to breathe. She was spamming under my force and I didn't slow for her, "Stop cumming! I'm the only one that gets to enjoy his fuck!" I groaned at her. Her pussy was aching for me. "I'm going to loosen your little pussy tonight sis!" I threatened her. Her body never stopped quivering. Oh I still had anger to get out of me. I needed to let my anger out! I was so pissed at those two fuckers! "Grrrrrr!" I grunted releasing my anger into my sisters worn out snatch. "Oh fuck," it felt as if my orgasm had in fact taken my anger out of me. I let go of my sister and backed away from her. She lay face down gasping for air again. Her pussy red from the pounding, oozing my white hot anger. She said nothing, just lay motionless except for her heavy breathing. I ran to my room and curled up in bed. My nightmares were not retribution for my evil acts against my sister. She had done nothing, not even known they were doing anything. But I had taken all my rage for Cynthia and especially Mark out on Aida. Poor little Aida. In the morning my mom told me to pick up Aida's school work ...