My Desires

by Beaverhunt

©Copyright 2020 by Beaverhunt

Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: Beaverhunt was a member of my writing website for a number of years. My understanding is that he encountered serious health problems. He hasn't been seen in over three years. As per the site rules, we're publishing some of his work here. We hope for the best for him.

Chapter 1

I’m looking at my face in the mirror and practicing my smiles. I’ve managed to mimic everything else, but my smiles aren’t quite right. I don’t recall a time when I knew I wasn’t different and never really cared. What matters has always been my ability to mimic what others show when I should feel something.

My pale face is surrounded by my blonde hair, which I wear long. I know I can always change it later if I need to, but for now it seems to attract the right kind of attention. It’s my blue eyes that never quite show what I try to convey and don’t think it will ever happen.

My lips turn up a little too much and I wish I could feel something to help me, but there’s never been a happy moment in my life, or a sad one. I pull them down a little and finally have it just right. If someone were to discover my truth, would they ask how I feel about not feeling?

It’s still not quite right and I give up. I’m getting closer as I ponder the future filled with money, since I’m going to marry into wealth. I don’t know who, but it will happen and I must get the smile down before I meet him.

My brother sneaks into my room and closes the door as his woodsy cologne fills my nostrils. His hands pull me close as he kisses the back of my neck. There’s a bulge pressing through his pants against my naked body and I know what he wants.

I turn around and help him drop his pants as I reach down for his hard shaft. There’s nothing special about his size and I wouldn’t care if there was. My blue eyes watch his face as I slowly start to stroke him with both hands and know I’ve gotten much better at this.

I don’t mind him coming into my room like this, just as long as mom doesn’t find out. There’s no fear of discovery, since I would have to be afraid of something first. If she finds out, she will bring it to an end and I’ll lose my practice.

I’ve known I was going to marry into money since before I hit puberty. I didn’t know how it was going to happen, and still don’t, but I also knew I had to seduce someone to make it happen. Once my brother hit puberty, I decided to slowly seduce him.

It was easy to do and there was nothing within me telling me I was wrong. For his 16th birthday, just after I turned 17, we lost our virginity to each other. If there was ever a time he thought it was wrong to be with his sister, that moment has long passed

He’s been under my control ever since and I hope I can do the same to my future husband. There isn’t any actual hope, since I know it’s going to work. Seduction is a powerful tool and sex is the greatest weapon in my arsenal.

There have been a few others, since seduction needs to be practiced and I’m getting very good at it. I always make sure they wear a condom, since pregnancy will cost me my plans. My hands, mouth and pussy have all felt dicks in them, but my brother is the only one I have given my ass to.

I always knew anal was going to hurt like hell, but I always knew it was something my future husband may want to do. It took time to adjust and still hurts a little going in, but I’m ready for whoever he is to do with me as he pleases. Once the ring goes on, my body will be fully his, just like his money will be fully mine.

My hands move with a master’s touch as he sighs and his face shows I do this better than him. He twitches in my hands and starts to release himself to me. I feel his cum hit my stomach and start to slide down as my fingers receive more of him.

His teeth are clenched tight as he stifles a moan and his blue eyes are fused shut. Another twitch and more cum to add to the growing collection. His breathing is ragged as he releases a little more and I know he’s just about finished.

I wait for him to open his eyes and he watches me rub the silky substance onto my flesh and across my shaved pussy. His breathing starts to calm as he’s mesmerized by my actions. My body is a weapon of sex and there’s nothing he won’t do for me.

“Is that what you wanted?” I ask in a playful voice.

His eyes meet mine as his brown bangs kiss his forehead. “No, but not complaining. You’re amazing with your hands.” His voice is a whisper to prevent mom from hearing us.

Sweat presses through his pours and I fake a smile of happiness. “I’m glad you enjoy them, Jack. Pull your pants up and get to school.”

He groans as he reluctantly starts to do as I say. “I’m 18 and this is my last day. I don’t really need to go.”

My face takes on a stern look. “Yes, Jack, you do. I already told you what happens if you don’t go to school.”

“Stop being with me. I’ve got it, Jill.” His voice takes on an unpleasant tone of whining, but I easily ignore it.

Don’t even get me started on the Jack and Jill bullshit. If I could feel embarrassed, I would have on countless occasions. My parents were obsessed with the names, back before dad left us, and they loved to call us Jack and Jill. I swear, if they had another girl, they would have named her Jack out of spite.

Chapter 2

I get dressed as he closes the door and really don’t care if he goes. My entire life is an act, including being a loving sister to my brother. He’s convinced I really do care about his grades, just as mom is convinced I’m her loving daughter. If she ever suspected, she never let on.

I get dressed as the cum dries to my flesh and wish I could make the year move by quicker. For my plan to work, I have to be 21 and already know the place to start searching out my future husband. The bar is the place the Doctors go after work and I’m going to marry one of them. They have the money I want and I’ll make a perfect wife.

I hear mom leaving without saying a word and something I’ve never thought of comes to mind. What if he wants me to be with another woman? Shit, why didn’t I think of that before? I’ve heard most guys fantasize about it and it never really crossed my mind until now.

I don’t have any close female friends, or any friends at all. They are acquaintances to help me hide among the crowd, but nothing beyond that. I’ve laughed with them and cried with them, but none of it has been real. Not one girl I know has ever let so much as a slip as to having any interest in being with another girl.

I have no sister to take advantage of and mom can’t be seduced. She’s the only real choice, but I have to take drastic measures. If I’m going to be the perfect woman for my future Doctor, then I’ve got to experience everything he may desire, including being with a woman.

Blackmail is the obvious choice, since she wouldn’t want members of her church to find out anything she may be hiding. Ever since my father left, mom hasn’t so much as brought a single date home and can’t use that to get her to bend to my will. She may be screwing every guy in town, but she doesn’t bring them home if she does and I’ve no proof.

I don’t even bother with sneaking into her room, since mom won’t be back soon and there must be something here. Her computer isn’t password protected and I can see why. There’s nothing here. Not so much as a single inappropriate site in her history and I’m a little frustrated.

I search through her drawers and careful to place everything back in place. She doesn’t even have a single g-string and mom’s really starting to piss me off. There are no toys to be found anywhere and the only place left to search is her closet.

I’m about to give up and formulate another plan, but I find a box hidden in the back. There’s no telling how long it’s been here, but my guess is it hasn’t been opened in years. It’s free of any writing of any kind and I set it on her bed.

I hadn’t noticed before, but the hint of roses rises from here and I know it must be her pillow. Mom’s always been a sucker for the scent and uses both on a daily basis. The perfume may only be on the days she works, but the shampoo is something she would never forgo.

There’s no concern over her noticing it’s open, since it looks like she just wanted to forget about it. I should be more careful with opening it, but I would have to care about getting caught. She isn’t coming home and this box has been left to rot in a forgotten corner of her closet.