Author's note:
I've had a fantastic response so far to chapter 1, so I paused the other story I'm working on to give the people what they want... I also low-key feel bad for that cliff hanger. At least, I would, if I left it dangling.
I highly recommend starting at the beginning, because I'm diving straight off the cliff here. I'm also not going to re-hash content warnings for every single part, so consider all the CW's from chapter 1 applicable here. This one's a little lighter than the last one. Don't worry, though, these two will always go to weird places together.
(New) content warnings: a passing reference to past SA, light painal, and I'd call it an accidental BDSM dynamic. If any of that is likely to cause you distress, maybe skip this one. My intent is always to weave these things in with empathy and love for the characters, I just want to be clear on what you're getting into.
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"What if I fuck you in the ass?"
I could scarcely believe the question came out of my mouth, and I could feel her reaction almost instantly. The energy in the room changed in the blink of an eye.
She started massaging my balls before she even said anything. I could feel there really wasn't anything else that needed to be said.
"You want to fuck your little sister in the ass?" She cooed against my chest. I could hear the smile in her words. We both felt my cock get even harder as she spoke and the words sank in.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," I said, more confidently, realizing even as the words came out how true they were.
She squeezed my balls hard and moaned at my words. She still didn't lift her head, like she wanted to stay as small as possible against me.
"Take me," she said very softly, "I don't want you to be gentle."
I could feel what she meant, somewhere beyond words. She wanted me to hurt her. She trusted me to hurt her.
Maybe in a different frame of mine, I would have recoiled at the thought, but several of her words to me earlier stuck out in my mind. Sometimes one hurt is the only thing that stops the others.
The practicality of keeping my penetration of her oral or anal was so obvious it didn't even need to be said. But there was something more there. Masochism on her part, certainly, but also a certain poetry to doubling down on our taboo breaking. The idea felt more intimate in a way that felt almost soothing.
She wanted me to... take her. So much meaning in those two words. I looked down at her and let myself wonder what taking her would look like.
Before I knew it, my fingers were weaving through her brown hair. I felt her moan more than heard it, then felt her wince when my fingers suddenly pulled into a fist.
"Fuck..." she said, surprised, her head following the pain as I lifted her off my chest. I could see the surprise in her eyes rapidly melt into something very complex. "...fuck yes! Fucking take me, John!"
The almost animal way she said it, and the very animal look in her eyes as she did, washed away what was left of my thinking mind. I held her by her hair, looked into her eyes and said, "Get my cock out."
She didn't hesitate for a nanosecond, unbuttoning my pants as quickly as she could with shaky hands and pulling out my cock without trying to remove any clothes.
"Get it as wet as you want it," I tell her, my heart pounding, the implication clear. Giving her the choice felt... correct.
"Jesus, John..." she enthusiastically gagged herself on my cock, provoking quick salvation, "...where has this person been my whole life?"
She sucked on me for maybe 30 seconds. Enough to get my shaft wet, but not soak it with the thick sort of saliva that would really do the job. Then she stopped and looked up at me, waiting.
I stood up and looked at her for a moment, my cock now hanging over her face. "Bend over the armrest. Head down."
She again complied quickly and without hesitation, making herself as small as possible on the couch as she lifted her ass in the air for me.
I pulled her leggings and panties down around her knees in a single, rough yank. I heard her whimper softly when I exposed her to the air of the living room.
Take me, she said.
I mounted her, wasting no time in pressing the spit-covered head of my cock into her expectant asshole. I felt her whole body tense as I pushed inside her. She whimpered much louder, but I felt her pushing her hips back against me even as her tense asshole worked overtime to push me back out. I wasn't cruel or sadistic about it, just too eager for it to be wholly comfortable for her.
She made a sound that was both intense discomfort and relief when I bottomed out inside her ass for the first time. I felt her whole body quivering with the intensity of the sensation. We seemed to be somewhere beyond words--a feeling that was only heightened when she reached behind herself with both hands and spread her ass for me. I felt my cock slip a little deeper inside her. But it was mostly the image of complete surrender that stuck with me. I had taken her ass. And now she was giving it to me, too.
I relaxed my core and let her body do what it had been working so hard for--to push my cock back out of her. I felt her shudder in ecstasy as her own muscles pushed me out of her forbidden hole. I immediately pushed back inside her, faster than the first time but still not particularly fast or hard. She kept her hands behind her, spreading her ass around my cock, even as a confusing mix of sounds were muffled by the couch cushions.
She seemed to have fallen into the tiny gap between ecstasy and agony where her perception was vacillating between one, the other, and then both in a way that was utterly overwhelming. I made tiny movements, trying to keep her trapped in that gap. When her voice registered pain, I relaxed and let her push me out a bit. When the relief came, I pushed back against her.
