New Girl

I had difficulty deciding whether to place this story in the incest/taboo or nonconsent/reluctance category. I finally decided on the latter. If either category offend you, please do not read any further. Enjoy!

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Jasmine found herself in a similar predicament that she is frequently in these days: bent down from the passenger seat of a car with a cock in her mouth. Wesley often drives her to or from school, but he rarely does so without making her blow him on the way. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock as her hands stroked his shaft and played with his balls. His hand found its way up the skirt of her Catholic school uniform and squeezed her ass, and his head was thrown back in ecstasy. He had already driven to her house but hadn't cum yet, so they were parked in her driveway. She was grateful that her parents don't come home from work until later. She prayed that none of her neighbors would see them now.

It has been weeks since she had started at her new school: weeks since Wesley first offered her a ride home and took what he wanted from her. Almost every day since then, he has made her fuck or suck him or anyone he wished. She had vowed to stop a thousand times since, but her submissive side wouldn't let her speak out. She would then find herself doing what she would always regret later.

Wesley was about to cum. His cock swelled in her mouth and he gripped the back of her head, pressing her mouth further down onto his erection. He groaned as he came, spurting his load into her mouth. "Yes, yes! Suck me hard, Jas! Swallow it all!"

She swallowed as fast as she could, as he commanded. His body grew limp as she sat up, trying to make herself look more presentable: wiping her mouth, straightening her white blouse and plaid skirt, and running her fingers through her hair.

"Thanks, babe. That was amazing," Wesley leaned over to kiss her mouth. "I'll see ya tomorrow morning."

Jasmine nodded and left his car with her backpack, her face reddened from what she just did, parked in broad daylight. She entered into her quiet house; she walked into her living room and threw herself onto the couch. She needed a few minutes to wallow in her emotions. On top of her usual guilt, she was feeling something else.

Unusual for Wesley, he hadn't fucked her in a few days. Her pussy has been conditioned to moisten while she was sucking cock, as it usually meant that she was getting fucked after. She felt now that her panties were drenched, her pussy aching with unfulfilled need. There was no satisfaction to be had, and she had never brought herself off before. She was way too submissive to ask Wesley to fuck her or to initiate sex in any way, so now she was hot and bothered.

It was hard for her to admit to herself, but she knew that this meant that she was enjoying all her sessions with Wesley and his friends. She didn't want to want it, but she did.

She heard a rustle behind her and whipped around to see her brother standing at the end of the couch. "Connor! I didn't know you were home." He didn't say anything and just looked at her in a way he had never looked at her before. "What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up and pulling down her skirt that had ridden up. She felt his eyes all over her body and felt uncomfortable.

"Who was that guy?" He asked.

"What guy?"

"The guy that just dropped you off."

"Oh, that's Wesley, he's... a friend."

"Friend? Is that why you were blowing him?"

Jasmine gasped, completely shocked. "What?!" She felt as if her heart had jumped in her throat.

"You were blowing him, weren't you? How long has this been going on?" Connor looked so intense, so unlike Jasmine had ever seen him. She couldn't help but answer.

"Weeks. Since we moved here."

His face got even darker, his jaw clenched. "Where does it happen?"

"In his car, in his house... under the bleachers... in the woods," she had to choke the words out. She can't believe that her brother was asking her these questions and that she was answering.

"What do you do in all those places?"

"They would make me use... my mouth, and then they would make me..."

"They?!" he interrupted. "They?! More than one guy?!"

Jasmine nodded reluctantly. She felt sick to her stomach. Her brother, whom she had always looked up to, knows her disgraceful secret.

"Who?" he demanded.

"Whoever Wesley wants: his friends," she bowed her head in shame. "Sometimes strangers."

"How many guys total?"

"I... I don't know," she all but whispered.

Connor didn't know if he had ever been this shocked in his life. His baby sister fucking all these guys. She has fucked so many, she didn't even know the exact number! He looked at her: her outer appearance showed a girl so sweet, so innocent, so angelic. This contrasted sharply with what she was telling him. His dick was getting painfully hard with the mental images she conjured up: her sucking and fucking random guys under the bleachers at school.

On top of his arousal, he was feeling so much anger. For the last few years, he had been noticing her developing curves. He had tried so hard not to look, but she was filling out so nicely. He had felt so much guilt, lusting after his sister, and she had been fucking strangers. Strangers!

"Take off your clothes."

"What?!" she gasped. "You're my brother!"

His control snapped, and he grabbed her by the hair. "You stupid slut! You've been fucking half the school, and you think you're too good to fuck me?! Do you want me to tell mom and dad?"

"No!" she sobbed. "Please don't tell!"

"Then take off your clothes." He released her.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away as she stood up slowly. She undid the buttons of her white blouse. She can't believe this is happening here in her own home with her brother. She removed the blouse and looked up at Connor. He nodded down at her chest.

"Now the bra."

She pleaded with him with her eyes, but his eyes were already glued to her tits. She reached behind her to release the clasp and let the bra slide down her arms. He wasted no time in groping her boobs.

Connor couldn't believe it. His sister's tits were amazing. They were round and full, firm and perky with big pink nipples that have tightened into hard nubs. His mouth watered just looking at them. He swooped down to suckle at one nipple, squeezing and pinching the other one. He chewed on one nipple then the other. He could've played with her tits forever, but he was about to bust a nut.

He let go of her tits and pushed down on her shoulders until she was on her knees. "Take my dick out. You know what to do, you little whore."

Jasmine did know what to do. She has done this numerous times, but she had never thought that her brother would be on the receiving end. She couldn't believe that he was calling her all these horrible names, but deep down, she felt that she was all that he accused her of being.

She undid his pants and took out his cock. She couldn't help but notice that he had a nice one. She closed her eyes and licked up and down his shaft. She ran her teeth lightly down the underside, then took his balls into her mouth, sucking on them gently. She held onto his cock with both hands and jacked him for a little while, then took the entire shaft into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down and didn't take too long before he came in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop.

Connor just had the best blow job of his life, and it came from his little sister. She really was a slut and knew how to suck cock. None of his girlfriends had ever swallowed his cum, saying how gross it was. Again, he felt arousal and anger directed at Jasmine. He pulled his dick out of her mouth. "You dirty little cocksucker! Take off the rest of your clothes."

He watched as she took off her skirt and panties and undressed himself at the same time. Her waist was tiny, her hips narrow, and she had a sweet, round, bouncy ass.

Jasmine couldn't help checking out her brother's body at the same time. He was lean and lightly muscled, more wiry than Wesley but still toned and strong. She sneaked glances at his cock, knowing that he was going to fuck her next. She couldn't help being sopping wet now, even knowing he was her brother. She has sucked a few cocks today but still haven't been fucked.

He pushed her down to the couch and arranged her on her hands and knees with her face resting on the armrest. He knelt behind and jammed his fingers into her cunt, which made her jump in surprise as she squealed.

"You're soaked, you little slut!" This excited him, and he rammed his dick all the way into her cunt in one fell swoop, which made her cry out.

"Please be gentle," she pleaded.

"You don't deserve gentle, you whore! How many men have you spread your legs for?" He fucked her hard and fast, making her pay for years of horniness her body caused him. He fucked her so hard, her tits bounced around like crazy. He loved holding onto them lightly, so he could feel them jiggle and shake in his palms.

She couldn't help but moan. Her pussy loved the hard fucking, even from her brother.

"You like this, don't you? Say you like it. Say it!" When she didn't comply right away, he straightened his upper body to spank her ass. He loved how her ass flesh jiggled. He spanked until her ass turned bright red. "Say it! Say you like it!"

"I... I like it!"

"Like what?"

"I like being fucked by my brother! I like having your hard cock inside of me." Jasmine groaned. "Ah... Ah... I'm cumming!"

Connor couldn't help but cum too, after hearing her say that she liked being fucked by him. He gripped her hips and shuddered as he came and emptied his balls inside of her. That was the best orgasm he has ever had. He collapsed on the couch, tucking her beside him so that they were spooning. His hands continued to roam all over her body. He caressed her tits then went down to dip his fingers inside her cunt. She was so incredibly slick. It excited him to know that both of their juices were mixed together in her pussy. He was getting hard again when he heard a car pull up their driveway.

"Shit! Mom's home!" They scrambled around, as they collected their clothes and ran to their rooms.

Dinner that night was an awkward affair. Jasmine felt that she couldn't meet anyone's eyes, especially Connor's. Her parents chattered on as usual. Jasmine was usually quiet anyway, but they didn't seem to notice that Connor didn't participate in their conversation as much as he usually did. Jasmine excused herself from the table as soon as she could.

After she showered and put on her nightgown, Jasmine went down to watch tv for a little bit before going to bed. Her mom was sitting in the recliner, engrossed in a police drama that had the protagonists hunting down a serial killer. Jasmine sat on the couch, only half paying attention.

Soon after she sat down, Connor came into the living room and sat down beside her. She made a move to get up and leave, but he stopped her. She looked at him questioningly, but he just threw an afghan over their legs. She tried to put her attention on the tv show instead of her brother, when she felt his hand on her thigh. She attempted to push his hand away, but he was stronger than her and his hand stayed where it wanted to.

"What are you doing?" she whispered to him, nodding towards the direction of their mother.

He ignored her and went under her nightgown to slide his hand up her bare thigh. It continued until his fingers reached the crotch of her panties. She gripped his wrist and tried to pull his hand away, but he didn't budge. He slipped his fingers under her panties to rub her clit. She jumped but gave up trying to push him away. She just made sure that they were covered by the afghan, so that if their mother looked their way, she wouldn't see what was going on.

He started drawing circles around her clit, and she drew in a sharp breath. He tenderly stroked her clit, then rubbed and rubbed, applying a little more pressure each time. Her breathing became ragged, and she willed her body not to respond but was unsuccessful. She soaked his hand with her juices.

When he slid two fingers up her pussy, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. He finger-fucked her. It took all of her self-control not to move her hips and hump back against his hand. He rubbed against her G spot and she wanted to scream in pleasure.

When she was wound up tighter than a bow string, he rubbed her clit again. It felt like she was exploding as she came against his hand. She picked up a couch cushion to press to her mouth, biting into it to keep from making any noise.

He withdrew his hand, and she jumped up from the couch. She was mortified that she came in the same room as her mother. She mumbled a goodnight as she ran from the room. She didn't stop until she got to her bedroom and closed the door behind her, still short of breath. She threw herself in bed, burrowing under her covers, wishing she could stay in bed forever.

She must've fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, she was being woken up by a heavy weight on top of her. She panicked and drew a breath in to scream, but a hand clamped down over her mouth.

"Shhh! It's me," a familiar voice hissed in her ear. Her brain was foggy from sleep, but she recognized Connor's voice. She blinked but couldn't see anything but darkness. Slowly, she realized that his hands were roaming all over her body. A few moments later, she realized that he was naked and he had her panties off and her nightgown up under her armpits. All thoughts of resisting left her, as she felt his hard cock rubbing all over hot, wet slit but never entering her. Her pussy clenched, longing to be filled.

Her sleep-addled brain was quickly overwhelmed with lust. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. She tried to get his cock into her, but he evaded her. He continued to kiss and touch her all over. He was currently kissing her neck and shoulders and his hands were caressing her hips and ass.

"Please, Connor," she pleaded, as she rolled her hips against him. She rubbed her pussy harder against his cock.

His attention went to her tits. After groping and kissing them for awhile, he finally obliged her and thrusted slowly into her: inch by inch. She tried to take in him faster by tilting her pelvis, but he thwarted her by stilling her hips and maintaining his pace. She moaned with need and frustration.

"Take it, you slut," he grunted into her ear when his entire length was buried inside her. "You take only what I give you." He picked up the pace as he fucked her.

Her cunt felt so good as it stretched around his cock. Every thrust electrified her nerve endings until she wanted to scream. He had to cover her mouth again, but this time to muffle her moans and cries so that their parents won't hear. He fucked her so hard and fast, they both came in no time.

Now Jasmine's body belongs to two different masters: one that ruled at school and the other at home.