Fucked and Fucked Over - Sex Stories

Fucked and Fucked Over

... work out."

He leaned closer and his voice became a soft whisper. "Christy told me everything, Mia. There's no point in denying it. I already know."

That bitch!!! I couldn't believe she'd told my brother I thought he was sexy! I felt my whole world begin to crumble as my body burned in humiliation. I was completely mortified, but underneath all of that, my pussy went from damp to soaking wet. I was fidgeting and my glance flew to the basement door, hoping and fearing our mother would appear to break the spell, but it remain stoutly closed. I was caught, trapped down there, alone with him.

"You can't, I mean we shouldn't..." My voice failed and my mouth went dry as feelings I knew were terrible and wrong flooded through me. Thoughts unspoken and full of sin, yet I knew he was thinking them as well.

"We shouldn't what, Mia?" he asked innocently, but that same smile crept over his chiseled face and burned into me.

I tried to answer, but I could no longer speak. His smile whispered to me, speaking unspoken words of lust and desire. I knew I should have resisted, but God forgive me, I felt a growing heat in my thighs as he gazed down at me. He was so fucking sexy that my body no longer cared if he was my brother. All it knew was that he was a man primed with an animal need and filled with arousal. Neither of us had said it, but I knew he wanted me. This was no game anymore.

Panic rose in my throat. I knew I should run, but I felt a pull, a longing need to be ...

... wanted. It was as if our bodies disregarded what our minds knew in favor of what our flesh demanded. I couldn't bare to look him in the eyes and as my gaze traveled down his body, I was betrayed by my instincts.

His torso seemed to ripple as he moved and the sight of his muscles flexing under the tight covering of his flawless skin sent a tremble racing through me. Then, as my gaze moved farther down, I saw the unmistakable shape of his cock pressing tightly against the fabric of his jeans.

"You're so hard," I whispered, barely controlling my urge to touch him.

Tommy's voice grew deep and quiet. "I'm a man. It happens when I'm looking at a beautiful girl."

'Oh, God! Don't say that!' my mind screamed. The heat in my pussy was pulsing and a tremble passed through my body. 'Run, Mia!' A voice like Obi-Wan's said in my head, but it was lost in the roaring of my blood as it rushed through my veins. "I'm not a girl', I responded with more confidence than I felt. "I'm your sister."

Tommy's hand moved upward and I shivered as he brushed a lock of my brown hair away from my face. "You're a woman, Mia. A very beautiful woman, if you ask me."

I couldn't even begin to speak. At that moment, I feared the only things I might say would only give my consent. My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird and I thought it would burst at any moment.

An unearthly pause hung in the air like a dangerous fog, enveloping me in its thick and heated embrace. Tommy's hand came to my cheek ...