-CHAPTER 02:

Tahir screams in shock;

➖What?

I laugh;

➖Shut up, Tahir, or you'll ruin everything.

Tahir whistles;

➖You're not going to tell him a fucking thing! I go, I go, I go

I stammer back;

➖You're going, you're going, you're going... what are you going? What are you going to do?

➖TAHIR: I will kill you.

He grabs the knife from the cutlery block. He holds out the blade menacingly, and I notice that it isn't shaking in the least.

I smile and bring my body closer to him;

➖What are you going to do with it?

Tahir whispers with a dead voice;

➖I will say that you had a depression, that you made a lunge for me with the chef's knife. People would believe it; you're an ostracized whore with no friends but Lexy; people would think you've gone off the rails.

My smile widens and I lean closer, until our faces are inches from his. My breasts press against his chest and my hand goes to his wrist.

I whisper;

➖You don't have the balls, you wouldn't hurt a...

The cold blade presses against my neck, and Tahir twists it until the tip pierces the skin. I feel a drop of blood dripping from the spot and running down my cleavage. My breath stops abruptly and my hand stops moving towards Tahir's wrist. He stares at me, no doubt in his steely blue eyes. He doesn't fuck; he really will. It excites me like nothing ever has.

I whisper;

➖Wow, you really would, wouldn't you?

Tahir doesn't answer, he just keeps the knife pressed to my throat and glares at me with daggers. Her menacing gaze is imbued with a cold determination that leaves me helpless and at her mercy. A chill runs through me as I revel in my vulnerability. An empty pain seeps from my depths and forces my body to flee eagerly between my thighs.

I say softly;

➖You can put the knife down, I won't tell him anything.

➖TAHIR: I don't believe you.

I ask, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and anticipation;

➖Are you going to kill me?

➖TAHIR: I'm thinking about it.

His voice was dead and empty of emotion, his hand steady and pressing menacingly. It occurs to me that Tahir might be a real psycho and I might be playing a very dangerous game right now. I just hope he wants to lose his virginity more than his murder cherry.

I whisper, my voice dripping with need;

➖Tahir, fuck me.

~~ TAHIR ~~

I never knew that from myself. I didn't know there was a cold-blooded animal living in the guise of nervous adolescence. But there he was, keeping my knife steady, calming my nerves, and filling me with a singular focus. I can do it. I could just push the knife a few inches forward, and that would be it. Elma is scared, but not terrified. No, she looks…excited; interesting. It's no secret that Elma is on medication for some kind of disorder (God only knows what), and she certainly exhibits a dangerous level of thrill-seeking behavior. Maybe I could just say she finally went off the rails and sliced ​​her own-

She whispers interrupting the course of my thoughts; her staring green eyes, her quivering red lips;

➖Tahir, fuck me.

The cold-blooded killer in me meets his hot-blooded counterpart. They gauge each other, set conditions, then decide on a course of action. I gently draw the knife along Elma's neck and let the blade rest between her breasts. She shivers with excitement, her lips curl in a hungry smile and her eyes stare at her with wanton lust. I bring down the knife and cut the pink tank top that holds her bulging bust. The blade slices through her bra and her pale breasts jerk out of their prison. She leans forward, moving cautiously, letting the tip of the knife slide down her flat stomach and up to the waistband of her leggings. She slowly climbs into my lap and straddles me, then gently begins to undo my belt. I cut her waistband and she spread her legs, ripping the crotch cut of her leggings until her white panties were exposed. There's a visible dark spot deep in her crotch, and I know she's not faking his desire. I put the knife on the table and she opens my fly. Her thin, cool fingers wrap around my throbbing cock, and she sighs and widens her smile.

She whispers;

➖I want you to fuck me like you want to kill me... Don't be nice, Tahir-boy.

➖ME: I won't be.

I grab her by the throat and push her back onto the table. She squeals with delight and spreads her legs further apart, ripping what's left of her leggings all the way down her crotch. Her pelvis is still pressing against my knees, forcing her back into an uncomfortable, concave arch. I get up, taking his pelvis with me, then put my hand under his belt. My fingers squeeze the moist, tender flesh of her pussy, and I slip the middle and the ring inside. Her eyes widen and her red lips part to let out a moan. Her thighs squeeze together and creak needily around my invading wrist. I push my thumb against her clitoris and curl my fingers up inside her. I rub my pinched fingers; my fingers pressed against her inner wall, my thumb playing with her erogenous bump. She bites her bottom lip and twirls her hips in pleasure. Moans ooze from her whore mouth, and she stares at me with an expression that drives me crazy: vulnerability. She's under my control and I can do whatever I want to her. She wants me to do what I want with her.

I pull out my fingers, press my tip against her foaming slit, and push hard. Elma sinks the back of her head into the table, her neck streaked with tendons and her upper back heaved into the air. An intense growl escapes her lips, and she flexes her vaginal muscles around me. I take a moment to savor the wet, tight warmth of her tight pussy around my cock, then I grab her hips, pull her all the way in, and ram her all the way in. This time she screams, and I roughly press my palm against her mouth to silence her. She licks my hand with provocative lust, and I squeeze one of her breasts in retaliation. The supple flesh protrudes around my fingers and the nipple sits firmly against my thumb. His combative gaze falters and his submission takes over. She moans again and guides my thumb and finger to pinch her. I twist her nipple and pull it away from her body, and she moans in a muffled tone of approval.

I thrust again and again and again, always pulling towards her head, then driving until my balls slammed against her big ass. Her body sways back and forth on the table, her breasts move to the rhythm of my impulses, her thighs undulate under the impact of my desire. His eyes expressed nothing but submissive desire, and I stare at them with my dominating possessiveness. She's mine, my toy, my little slut.

➖ME: You're a fucking whore, you know that?

I chuckle as his voice rises higher and higher around my hand;

➖No one has ever loved you, Elma; they just wanted an easy pussy.

Elma shouts something under my hand, but I just squeeze her cheeks tighter.

I smile;

➖You're the school dumpster, and now I finally have my turn

She screams with pleasure from my rapidly driving cock;

➖You should have a tramp stamp on your back that just says "take a number".

Elma may or may not record what I say. His eyes begin to roll in his head and his jaw relaxes. I remove my hand from his mouth and listen to the soft chorus of his desperate, moaning breaths. They grow faster and shorter, until they are nothing more than pants mingling with screams. I grab her second breast and pinch the free nipple. I pull back with both hands and watch the supple, quivering flesh stretch into conical spikes. His chest heaves under my tug and his head sinks harder against the table. A cry of joy bursts from his mouth, but I don't care enough to silence him. I fuck her faster and faster, harder and harder, until our hips collide in a fury of banging, and the table shakes dangerously. Her pussy clenches and contracts with sporadic convulsions, and her voice rises to an almost constant stream of ecstasy. I groan and push myself harder and harder into her, not caring about hurting her, but hoping that I will. My cock runs through her tight wetness; separating its inner resistances and shattering it. She is struggling now; her shoulders quivered in a possessed dance, her hips swirled, her abdomen flexed. Her cries are rough and exercised, as if she were in the midst of great physical tension. I feel her convulsions rise in a bubbling torrent inside her, and I thrust one last time. Her whole back arches from the table, her shoulders pin back and her thighs close around my hips. A single breathless sound passes over her gaping lips, then she squirts all over me. I breathe into her with a cathartic roar and collapse on top of her as she finally finds her voice. She cries out in euphoria and digs her nails into my back as she's taken by it. I push the last piece of myself inside her, and her cry turns to a moan. We breathe heavily on the table for a moment, then look into each other's eyes.

She whispers;

➖Holy shit... Tahir, the best of my life. Ahhhhh

I kiss him deeply. My lips push against the red outline of his mouth and my tongue slides there. She closes her mouth with me and slides a hand through the curls of my hair. I savor the feel of her sweating, her warm body pressed against mine, and the necessary way she kisses me, then I part.

She laughs;

➖It still needs some work... But Tahir, you fuck like a champ.

I smile shyly;

➖Sorry for saying those things about you... I didn't mean to upset you

She whistles;

➖ Never fucking apologize!

She grabs my jaw;

➖That weak little boy who says "sorry" for everything is gone. I want the crazy motherfucker who almost killed me.

➖ME: He's a crazy motherfucker.

I smile and kiss her again. This time, I don't kiss her softly; I kiss her like I fucked her. My lips greedily feed on hers and my tongue hedonistically thrusts into her mouth. She struggles with it, and loses, and I soothe what's left of her with my dominating desire. When I separate from her, her lips are still open and her eyes are closed with happiness.

She whispers and licks her lips;

➖Much better, much, much better.

➖ME: Clean it up.

I then demand that I move away from her. My cum drips from her desecrated slit, runs down her filth and collects in the wrinkled edge of her asshole. She smiles at me and purrs like a cat as she kneels on the table. She lowers her head, wraps her luscious red lips around me and takes my full length down her throat. She gasps when she gets to my base, looks at me with her bright green eyes and swallows. I moan and stroke her crimson hair as she cleanses me in one suction, from base to tip. Her lips release my cock with a satisfied slap, and she leaves me with a goodbye kiss on her head.

She smiles shyly;

➖ So, what are we going to do with your little sister?

I smile;

➖I told you, we're not doing anything.

She laughs;

➖Yes, we are, you and I will do anything to him. I thought you were a cold-blooded killer, Tahir? Take what you want; let's divide your sister between us.

➖ME: I can still kill you.

She smiles;

➖DNA evidence everywhere, Tahir.

She licks a fingertip covered in my cum;

➖Your alibi wouldn't work too well for you.

I growl;

➖I'm not ruining my relationship with my sister by trying to fuck her, there's no way Lexy will accept.

Elma whispers to me, pressing her body against mine;

➖Tahir, I know Lexy in a way you don't. I've seen her at parties, and I've seen her with boys. She withers in the presence of an authoritarian man; she can't help it. And you, my darling...

She smiles as her hands close on my cock;

➖...you are a very controlling man.

I ask him;

➖Why do you want this to happen so badly?

She smiles;

➖Because I'm screwed, and I want to see good socially adapted people belittle themselves and come down to my level. You're screwed too, Tahir; as fucked up as me. I'll warm up Lexy for you, then you come in and take her.

I growl;

➖Rape her?

Elma smiles;

➖At first, maybe, but when we are done with her, she will ask for more. Come on, little friend; let's turn your precious, sweet little sister into our whore.

~~LEXY~~

Actually, I didn't expect everything to go perfectly between Elma and Tahir, but I had hoped that something would. But no, they just went back to their lowest selves and screwed up all over my plan. Damn Tahir; how hard is it to fuck Elma?

Metallica's heavy anthem blasts through my headphones as I try to study. Tahir would need a fucking backbone. I nod to the driving pace then stop when I see a scarlet blur enter my field of vision. Elma's head pops out of the door frame. She gestures for me to remove my headphones, and I reluctantly remove only one.

She says almost shyly;

➖Lexy are you there?

I fight back, my voice full of venom;

➖What?

She smiles;

➖I need new clothes.

➖ME: Why?

She says entering the door frame;

➖Because your fucking brother ruined mine.

Elma's tank top has been cut down the middle, her bra is cut in half, and the crotch of her leggings is ripped past her ass slit, exposing her wrinkled and soaked panties to me. Tahir had done it; he really fucking did it!

I scream;

➖Oh my God! Oh my god, Elma; you must tell me everything! Come here!

Elma walks through the door and sits next to me on the bed. I straighten up and rummage through my drawers to find something that will fit her curves.

I smile at him;

➖So, give me the details.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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-PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

-TITLE: THE TABOOUS EXTRAVAGANCE OF THE KOTAN SIBLING

-AUTHOR: LOLO