#6 Making My Sisters Compete For My Cum After A Busy Christmas Day
T. A. BEAU
Making My Sisters Compete For My Cum After A Busy Christmas Day
T. A. BEAU
A Brother/Sister(s) Blood Incest Erotica Short Story with FF and Group Sex.
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WORD COUNT: 6200 words
Santa’s Naughty Incest Village Serial: Story #6
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It’s Christmas, which means soon enough, our time in Santa’s Village will be winding down. I didn’t think I’d be disappointed. I enjoy getting the charity points of working here for the season, not to mention being drooled over by moms while working and drooled on by Isla when no one else is around.
Like right now, when she’s all mine to use however I want. She doesn’t fight, only obeys, just like a proper slut in her place should.
Dad and I found a good use for our very naughty nurse. It took some time to get her to really understand her place. It took me a solid few weeks of daily reminders for her to submit properly. I hum softly in my throat as I think about all those lessons for naughty Isla. How perfectly my sister’s light chestnut-colored hair looks wrapped around my hand as she blows me or arches back while I slam into her again and again from behind.
Once I finish this paperwork, I’ll have her as my Christmas present. I haven’t had nearly enough of her today. I’d planned for a marathon of sex and obedience, testing all her soft limits, and seeing exactly what she’s willing to give me on Christmas.
It’s been a busy day, which shocks me since I figured Christmas Day would be the least busy, which is why I sent two nurses home, only to regret it later. It’s an annoyance really, telling kids they’re just bruised, putting on band-aids, and giving sharp reminders not to touch animatronics, which they shouldn’t have access to anyway...
Stupidity and a lack of supervision. If I don’t let Isla get away with that, parents should be able to control their children and keep them out of my office so I can make the most of my time with my personal, obedient—
A harsh suck draws my attention as I hiss. I look down and see my sister keeping my cock warm in her mouth. She looks up at me with her big brown eyes, watery and needy. It’s hard to believe she was such an annoying and impossible pain in my side only weeks ago.
“You know what interrupting me gets you,” I growl.
She trembles, naked, vulnerable, and stuffed under my desk, exactly where she belongs. She turns her head slightly, offering up her cheek. I slap her, watching her cheek heat pink under my hand as she whimpers and relaxes her mouth around me, taking me deep.
“Be a good, obedient slut, or I’ll enjoy you whimpering, whining, and begging for release instead. Is that what you want? You want to be denied again?”
She shakes her head, not releasing my cock. It hardens as she gently strokes me with her tongue. I take a slow breath. “You’ve only been down there an hour. Maybe you’ll just have to keep waiting. I could fill out the copies of this paperwork manually.”
Her eyes water even more, her raw lips stretched around me. She tries to wiggle, to get comfortable, but I jut out my leg, my shoe tapping her knee. “Ride my shoe, but don’t come. If you do, I’ll make sure tomorrow is pure torture, eight hours of edging.”
She whimpers around my cock, then obediently mounts my shoe. I balance my heel on the floor so the toe of my shoe rubs over Isla’s wet pussy. She whimpers as she grinds on me, leaving damp marks that prove she loves being under my control.
Her perfect, stacked body was made to be submissive. She has C-cup breasts, wide hips, and a perfect big ass that matches her thick thighs. I’ve nearly lost count of the ways I’ve used my sister, all the ways I’ve tested her submission until she laid out a clear list of hard limits.
My sister will let me slap her as long as I don’t leave marks. She’ll let me edge her as long as I want, as long as she eventually gets to come before we leave. I can call her my slut, but not a whore. We’ve had discussions daily. I might be a sadistic dom, but if she’s not enjoying herself on some level, I won’t enjoy her anywhere near as much as I do.
That's why I like to check in with my sister. Knowing what she likes most tells me exactly what she hates, and there’s nothing Isla hates more than being left out or forgotten. No punishment compares to tying her up and not touching her or letting her touch herself, which is where she’s heading if she doesn’t let me focus on work.
Isla moans around my cock, swallowing more and I nod to her. “That’s my good, eager slut. So desperate to have me. Those weeks of training were worth it, weren’t they?”
She nods, her hair slipping over her shoulders. I eye her hungrily and wiggle the toe of my shoe. Isla whimpers, her eyes going glassy as her pupils dilate. She’s a perfect sub, slutty, and willing to do whatever it takes to make me happy.
And she proves it by staying stuffed under my desk like this. I lean down and grip her chin tightly. Her eyes stay on mine as she tries to calm her panting breaths. I nod to her. “Good girl. Your mouth belongs wrapped around my cock. Your pussy should be wet for me constantly, and that ass is mine to own, isn’t it?”
Again, she nods. I swat her cheek. “Answer me verbally, slut.”
“Yes, yes, Cade. I’m your slut,” she pants, her tongue flattening over the head of my cock. “I live to please you. That’s all I’m meant to do.”