Bible Belt - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Bible Belt - Part 2

... complete.” Suddenly I understood why he had to drive so far out of town for this, besides the risk of being caught. Anne’s orgasm was loud and long, and we were outside Brad’s house again before she completely came down from it, before she stopped panting. Brad snapped his fingers twice. The first time focussed Anne—she stared straight into his eyes again. He smiled, clicked for a second time, and (just like when he first got in the car) she slumped back, dead to the world, only awakening at the sound of his door closing. Anne drove home in silence. I mean, I don’t know what else I was expecting—people don’t normally talk to themselves while they were driving. It would have been nice if she had though, I was dying to know what she was thinking. It’s another one of those things that you don’t really think about much. What does your sister think about? Is she nervous before a date? What does she think of you? Of course, mine was a bit more unique than that—I wanted to know how this was all sinking into her head, how she was reacting to what Brad had said. I was still processing it myself. Most of me didn’t believe it. Or didn’t want to belive it, anyway. The alternative didn’t really make sense, but my mind was still holding onto that. I preferred the idea that my sister had spontaneously started coming into my room at night, that she had become...I dunno, overcome by lust. Her body /was/ built for sex, I guess I just figured the natural course of events was taking over. Like ...

... I said, it didn’t really make much sense. Tonight, I figured, would be the test. I waited in my room, nervously perched on the edge of my bed. If she came in and nothing new happened, maybe it meant that what Brad was doing was unrelated, it was just some weird game they played. If I finally got to see her tits, it meant that some sicko really had hypnotised my sister. I wasn’t sure which one I was hoping for more. 11pm came along. Like clockwork, my sister entered. The second I saw her, my heart sank and my cock rose—I don’t know how she did it, but she was wearing her night gown, her staid, plain, virtuous Christian night gown—she was wearing it in such a way that it showed more cleavage than the girls on the red carpet she looked down on. Her eyes darted down to her generous display, and then up to mine. A small, meek, satisfied smile came onto her face as she saw how much I was enjoying the view. I wish I could say I took the moral high ground, realised that my sister was here against her own will, and stopped everything then and there. But something about it just seemed so natural, so right. I was a man, she was unbelievably sexy. It was right for me to use her for sex. Her body was built for it. She didn’t stop me as a reached out and pulled down her top. She didn’t say anything as I stared at her magnificent rack, just arched her back slightly and bit her lip. She didn’t do anything but moan as I reached out and slowly started to carress her nipples. She did speak when ...