Sasha’s Obsession
By Tori Hamlin
Excursion
Sasha came into the kitchen dressed as she was told, braless, her nipples clearly visible in the tight top. She looked like an easy fuck, and both shame and excitement warred inside of her. Mark glanced at her and smiled as he set out bagels and juice on the table. Sasha sat and began to eat.
“We’re going out for some supplies,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow and continued devouring her bagel.
“Just a few things to have some fun with,” his eyes glittered with a hint of menace, and Sasha felt her pussy growing warm.
He finished his bagel in a couple of large bites, gulped back the juice, and went to brush his teeth. Sasha finished soon after and went to do the same. When, again, she came down the stairs Mark was seated in the living room.
“In here, Sasha,” he called.
She came into the room, where he beckoned her to sit on his lap. She did so, body quivering, and he positioned her ass so that she could feel his cock pressed against it. He spread her legs to either side of his, exposing her panty-covered cunt. He leaned her back against his chest and began to grope her tits through the tight top. Sasha moaned quietly as her obsession took hold.
“Slut,” the filthy voice in her mind said, “Incestuous brother sucker.”
“I’m so glad that you finally opened up with me,” Mark said, pinching her nipples, “about how you really feel. And, that I can admit to you how I feel. We’re going to have so much fun, Sasha.”
She squirmed her ass against his hardening cock. God, did he ever go soft?
“I am having fun,” she said, grinding against him.
He pushed her up, then stood and put her on her knees, his fist wrapped tightly in her hair. He rubbed her face against his bulge through his jeans, and heard her breathing become heavy. She rubbed his legs, hands trembling. Pulling her face back, he turned her head so that she was looking him in the eye, and with his other hand unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt. He watched her eyes drop to his crotch, her tongue snaking out to wet her lips. Her eyes grew misty as her obsession took hold. Mark pushed the jeans down and she could see his stiff member outlined in a pair of tight boxer briefs. He reached into the flap and pulled it out.
“Open,” he said. She did. “You want it, don’t you?”
She nodded, and he commanded, “Say it.”
“I want my... my big brother’s cock in my mouth.”
“Good, but you can do better.”
He rubbed the crown against her lips and then pulled it away. She watched it bobbing in front of her, just inches from her mouth.
“I’m a cocksucking slut sister, and my mouth is a warm hole for you to jerk off with,” she said, looking into his face, and swallowing.
He pushed forward and filled her mouth with his bloated meat, driving it all the way to the back of her throat until she choked. Sasha fought the urge to gag and wrapped her lips around it tightly, allowing Mark to fuck her mouth. After only a few strokes, he pulled it out and she watched him tuck the glistening rod away and pull his pants back up. He released his hold on her, and stroked her hair gently, leaned in and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, hands cupping his face as she kissed him back. Then, he pulled away and helped her to stand.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Sasha followed him to his car, and he backed it out of the drive. Within moments, his hand was between her legs, toying with her cunt through her panties. Sasha squirmed and felt the wetness making her panties damp. Mark grinned at her. He wanted her this way, in public with a wet cunt, soaking panties, dressed like a fucktoy. She could see the excitement in his face, and she felt the same, mingled with a bit of dread.
Mark drove them across town, and then further.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Far enough that there won’t be any chance of running into anyone we know,” he answered.
They drove for about an hour, Mark rubbing her pussy the whole time, driving her crazy, occasionally dipping his big fingers into her warm snatch. She was soaking and mewling by the time he pulled into the lot of a strip mall. He parked in front of a store with a sign that read “Lusty”, with blacked out windows and a sign on the door: Adults Only. 18+. A sex shop. He pulled his wet fingers from her crotch and licked them clean, lips smacking. They exited the car, and he held the door for her to enter in front of him. She felt his hand caress her ass just under her skirt.
Sasha was so on edge from having her pussy teased for over an hour, and only the briefest suck on Mark’s cock before leaving the house. She felt like she could cum just from the breeze under her skirt.
“Go and shop the clothes,” Mark told her, “Get yourself, maybe a dozen or so outfits. Good ones.”
He smirked, patted her ass, and then walked in the other direction.
Sasha went to the apparel section and started browsing. She lost herself in the clothes, mind filled with filthy images. Each piece she looked at she imagined herself dressed in it. On her knees licking Mark’s cock. On her back, legs spread as pushed himself into her. Her ass in the air, as he pulled the string aside to bury his tongue in her ass. It was sick. It was so wrong. Her tummy felt tight as little butterflies fluttered inside it at the twisted thoughts.
She had a small basket full of slutty clothes when she felt Mark gently touch her arm. He had his own basket, filled with things, only half of which she could readily identify. Her pussy dripped imagining what he was going to do with them. He glanced at the pile of cloth in her basket, eyes gleaming, and he knew he was picturing her body in any range of skimpy outfits, positions. His free hand slid beneath her skirt and rubbed her soaked panties.
“Your horny cunt is soaking all over your brother’s fingers in public,” he whispered in her ear, and felt her shiver. Fuck! She loved the dirty talk.
At the other end of the aisle, a rather attractive girl in a pair of tight yoga pants and a belly shirt, navel piercing glittering, smoky eyeliner matching her black hair, cast an approving glance their way.
“She likes it,” Mark said, rubbing Sasha’s cunt, “she doesn’t know that you just sucked your brother’s cock, does she?”
“No.”
The girl down the aisle flipped through the clothes on the racks but kept one eye on the horny couple. She met Sasha’s eyes and smiled, licking her lips.
“She thinks you’re cute,” Mark said, “She’s thinking about lezzing off with you right now. She doesn’t know that you want to commit incest with your brother, does she?”
He could feel Sasha’s pussy get even wetter, if that were possible. Two of his fingers slid easily inside under her panties. The girl had dropped any pretext of shopping and was now openly watching Mark molest his sister.
“No, she doesn’t know,” Sasha whispered, watching the girl watch her.
“What kind of girl wants to commit incest while she lezzes off with another girl, Sasha?”
“Fuck! A dumb... dumb slut with t... too much... cock on the brain,” she gasped, as Mark’s digits slid in and out of her sopping sex. The girl touched her own breasts through her belly shirt.
“Are you that kind of girl, Sasha?”
“Yes! Fuck!” she hissed.
Mark pulled his fingers from her spasming snatch, and slipped them into her mouth as he smiled at the girl. She giggled as Sasha licked her own cunt honey from his fingers. The girl reached into her purse. Mark led Sasha down the aisle, past the girl, grinning in her direction. The girl reached out and pressed something into Sasha’s hand.
“You and your boyfriend are super-hot. I loved it!” she said and let her go with a wink.
She turned back to her shopping, throwing a glance back at Sasha’s swaying ass. Sasha opened her hand and unfolded a slip of paper as they walked to the counter.
“I think she gave me her number,” Sasha said, showing Mark the little paper with a phone number, hastily scrawled in pink pen. The name scribbled below was “Amy”.