Annoying sister

\[mf, familial, incest, sister, bully, rape, necro\]

Dale put his phone down. Somebody was knocking at the door. Landlord? There wasn't a single soul in the world who would have a reason to visit him. He walked to the door, wandering who could it be. The knock insistently repeated.

When Dale opened the door, the disbelief appeared on his face. The visitor was a young woman with long black hair and red lipstick. That was his older sister Gemma, who he hadn't seen for several years.

"What's the matter, little bro? Didn't expect me?" Gemma said.

He had forgotten how annoying her voice was.

"Gemma? How did you..."

She pushed him aside and confidently marched in, without bothering to close the door.

"By complete accident. And then I thought, why not pay you a visit," she said.

Dale peeked into the hallway and, after finding it empty, closed the door. Meanwhile Gemma looked around. Green wallpaper was peeling off the walls of the only room. Side door led to a bathroom. There was a squeaky bed at the wall, a nightstand between the bed and a window, and opposing it a TV stand without a TV. Gemma grimaced.

"You live in this fucking dump?" she asked.

"Yea, well..."

Dale didn't really want to explain himself to his big sister. He felt a bit ashamed for the state of his place though.



"For now. I want to move again soon," he added.



"Is that so? Moving up the ladder of life, tiny?" Gemma commented.

Gemma's voice was irritating. She was four years older than Dale, that made her 24. Dale didn't expect to see her again. Honestly, he would be happy to never see her or anybody from his family for the rest of his life. The constant bullying he had experienced from Gemma was the reason he had aversion to busty women. Nevertheless, his sister was here, visiting him in this dingy apartment.

Gemma turned around and stared in his face. Blue sports bra hugged her tits under a short jacket. She wore flowery leggings. They wrapped her body tight, and creases around her pussy lips formed a thick cameltoe. Gemma retrieved a cigarette out of the pocket.

"Aren't you happy to see me, bro?"

"Yea, yea, of course."

"Good."

Gemma sat on his bed and put one leg over the other. She lit the cigarette.

"So... How are you doing?" Dale asked.

"I have a date with a potential daddy," Gemma replied. "And I need you to provide me some money."

"What?"

"I need to remove hair from my asshole," she said without pretense. "Professionally, with lasers. Two hundo will do, I can see you're broke."



Gemma took a drag, then exhaled a long stream of smoke. She stared, while the tip of her foot was drawing circles in the air. At first, Dale was speechless, then he cleared his throat.

"So that's why you're really here!"

"It's the only thing you're good for!"

Dale felt anger building inside him.

"Why don't you ask your friends?" Dale asked. "Oh right, you have bullied them all away!"

Gemma kicked with her foot. Her shoe crashed under Dale's knee, and sharp pain flashed through his leg.

"Ouch!" Dale uttered. "What the fuck!"

He bent over, holding the place of impact. Now his blood was really boiling. Gemma put the cigarette in her mouth, while her eyes studied him.

"Cut out the big man act, monkey," his sister said.

As Gemma's lips moved, the cigarette in the corner of her mouth swayed. She snapped her red nailed fingers and extended open palm towards Dale.

"Conjure me my money, and pronto!"

Dale wasn't going to do that. He released the built up anger in one strong and quick swinging motion of his arm. When Dale's palm met Gemma's face, it produced a loud smacking sound. Her cigarette flew in the air, making an elegant arc, but Gemma dropped on the bed like a sack of potatoes. Dale jumped on top of her.

Gemma, with her eyes were wide in disbelief, pressed both hands over her mouth. Dale was seething. He grabbed his sister's top and pulled it, wanting to tear it apart. Gemma's nipples appeared from underneath. She had large areolas, bumpy and dark pink. The sports bra was too tough to tear, and it snapped back on Gemma's chest, above her tits. Dale grabbed them and squeezed his big sister's milkbags between fingers. He wanted to punish this brat, who had made his life hell before and had tried to do that again now. His dick was hard. Dale pushed his sweatpants down and thrusted his cock between Gemma's supple boobs.

Gemma stared down in shock. She was trying to process what had just happened. Her cheek was burning. Everything had happened in a split second. Her little brother's dick was moving between her tits. She decided to try and reason with him.

"Wait, Dale..." she muttered.

Dale used the opportunity and pushed his dick into Gemma's open mouth. He didn't need to hear her voice again. Now he cared only about stuffing her face with his cock. He was done with her tits, now they made a comfortable seat for his ass. He pushed himself deeper into warmth of Gemma's throat. Behind him, Gemma was kicking the air with her legs.

Dale groaned. He hadn't had a good fuck for weeks. One thrust, another, and he pressed Gemma's face at his belly. His dick vibrated inside her's throat, then released loads of cum inside her. Gemma gagged, and shook her head in protest. Tears appeared on her eyes, drawing mascara lines over her face. Dale pulled his dick out and crawled off the bed. A string of cum followed the tip of his dick from his sister's mouth.

Gemma was coughing, and cum mixed with saliva was bubbling from her lips. Her mascara was smeared, her eyes were red. Dale looked at her and stroked his slippery dick. It remained hard. Fucking his big sister's mouth felt great. She was such a bully bitch. Her makeup was ruined, and tits quivered as she was coughing the cum out of her throat.

"That's a way to shut you up."

Gemma was catching breath. She looked at Dale with red eyes. It seemed she wanted to say something to him again. Probably something irritating, in the same irritating voice of hers. Dale winced at the likelyhood of hearing her talk.

Gemma's belly was bare, her tits exposed. Her tight leggings clearly outlined the shape of her pussy. It was begging for Dale's attention. He grabbed the crotch of her leggings. Just to be sure his big sister wouldn't emit a sound, he punched down with the other hand, right in her solar plexus. The explosion of pain made Gemma instincively bent forward with a sharp, loud gasp.

Dale ripped a hole in the fabric, exposing Gemma's pussy. She had a juicy, puffy pussy, that was covered in short hairs, her clit and inner lips were pink and wet. Dale grabbed Gemma by the neck and held her down, while forcing himself into her cunt. He tightened his grip around her neck. He didn't want to hear a single word from her.

Gemma was grabbing at his arms. She felt her despised brother's dick moving inside her, and his thumbs pushing into her throat. Her tongue filled her mouth, saliva streamed over her red lips. Gemma's face became darker, and her bloodshot eyes rolled back.

Dale fucked her. He didn't care. At some point Gemma stopped squirming. Dale pounded her pussy until he shot another load inside her cunt. Then he stopped and took a breath. He released his fingers and let her neck go.

Gemma lay before him with red face, shiny with saliva, tongue out. Her chest was not moving, her tits were completely still. His big stupid sister was dead. His cum was flowing out of her pussy.

"Now you're the sister I always wanted you to be," Dale told her.

Cigarette from Gemma's lips, after flying spinning through the air, had landed on the nightstand. Dale picked it up and took a drag. He exhaled a puff of smoke, then extinguished the cigarette on Gemma's right tit. It sizzled.