Aphrodisia Pt 01

Special Note

The following story is fiction. All characters portrayed are eighteen or older. Some scenes may involve nonconsent, reluctance, taboo, incest, and lesbian sex. Some rough sex.

*****

"They're at it again." Dakota flipped over her paperback, disgusted. She glanced towards her new stepsister who was stretched across the adjacent twin bed, contently listening to grunge in a flimsy, sheer tank top and tomboy boxer briefs.

"I'm sorry?" Jodi lifted her headphones.

Dakota could feel the heavy metal rumbling from the headset almost ten feet away. She was less happy about sharing a bedroom than she was about her mother's new husband. "I said they're doing it again," she complained. "Can't you

freakin

g hear them?"

The blonde looked at the ceiling expectantly. "The only thing I hear is your mom squealing and moaning. As far as I know, she's busy screwing a door handle." Jodi cocked her head sideways in deliberate anticipation and blew her flustered roommate an unsettling kiss.

"Stop doing that," growled the little brunette. "I barely know you, and now we're stuck in this room together beneath our parents. There's not even enough space in the closet for

my

things, let alone for two people. I'm forced to walk across the damn hall to reach the bathroom where my brushes and makeup are all crammed in a tiny little drawer. Why can't I have your brother's room to myself?"

"You'll have to take up arrangements with the newlyweds upstairs," quipped the long-legged lioness. "I only live here. Do you think I was excited when my dad announced I'd be losing my queen bed and my privacy to the likes of you? You're not the only one making sacrifices for our parents' newfound bliss, so stop being so snooty about it." Jodi fluffed up her pillow against the headboard. "Besides," she continued, "Are you seriously suggesting Joey sleep with me in my room so you can have your own space?"

"He could fix up the storage room above the garage. That's the kind of place boys like to stay, especially moochers like your brother. At his age, he ought to be out on his own, not living off his parents."

"You're forgetting there's no bath or toilet up there," Jodie smirked. "I can't help that you're an only child accustomed to privilege and petting, but it's a different situation over here. Get used to it. Don't take out your displaced anger on me."

"Displaced anger? What are you, a want-a-be psychologist?" Dakota sat up on the side of the bed as if she were threatening a physical challenge. Her buff, athletic stepsister was easily a head taller and hardly intimidated by the gesture.

"You need to be pissed at your mother," Jodi replied. "We both know she was messing with my dad way before she divorced your father. We both know she precipitated this whole goddamn mess."

"That's bullshit, Jodi!

That's

what I know. Your dad went after

her

!" Dakota leaped off the bed, clinching her fists. "He knew she was married, and he had sex with her anyway!"

"Takes two to tango, princess. Your mom spread her legs for him just like she's doing upstairs. If I had to guess, I'd say your daddy has a pathetic little penis, and your mom's making up for lost time. Fortunately for you, he apparently pushed his puny prick deep enough at least once to provide adequate juice for you to hatch, assuming you're not the product of another affair."

The brunette lunged at Jodi, but the agile blonde was ready and pinned the shorter girl beneath her knees on the floor. Dakota kicked and struggled wildly as the catfight continued, but Jodi finally secured her sibling in a headlock.

"Get off of me, you amazon bitch!"

The blonde tightened her grip around Dakota's fragile neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her sibling's wavy hair while patiently awaiting surrender. "I forgot to mention that I practice mixed martial arts every weekend, and I'm kickboxing champ at the gym." Jodi incidentally observed that her stepsister's pajama top had crumpled up around her chest. An extra jerk with added pressure forced the brunette to arch her back, uncovering her small, perky breasts. "How cute."

Dakota thrashed from side to side, unwavering in her attempted escape. "Give it up, you little wench." The taller roommate flexed her biceps even harder, adjusting the applied tension in accordance with the whistle of raspy, constricted breath and her opponent's diminishing resistance. "There you go," Jodi mused as her stepsister's straining muscles stuttered helplessly into quivering Jello. "I really should put you out for a while... nothing personal, you understand."

Dakota's dainty body fell limp against Jodi's ample boobs, an asset she was emphatically proud to display, particularly to handsome, older men who worked out beside her at the fitness center. The golden-haired goddess reclined backwards on the carpet where she was hidden between disheveled twin beds. She pulled her languid challenger on top of her, lifting the girl's pajama top all the way to her chin. Here, Jodi could do what she wanted without worrying so much about unanticipated intrusions. There was a subtle element of seclusion and malicious malfeasance that was exciting and deliberately provoking.

"To the winner go the spoils," Jodi chuckled, smoothing her free hand across her stepsister's tits while keeping an arm hooked around her throat. She casually plucked the teenager's plump nipples until the nubs peaked pink and erect. Then, she thumped them both repeatedly as hard as she could. No response.

"You're

so

fucking

done

, you little bitch." The blonde beauty relaxed her chokehold cautiously. "And so pretty for such a stupid cunt."

Jodi rolled the girl off to the side like a ragdoll and straddled her vulnerable body, unbuttoning her top and inspecting her pale, meager mounds with their pouting areolas. "I could almost bite these raspberries completely off and swallow them whole," she chortled to herself. "Now I know what Billie Eilish was talking about in that 'LUNCH' song."

The gorgeous feline leaned over and tasted each nipple, swirling her tongue around the pointed projections. She nibbled them gently and sucked them deep in her mouth, slurping loudly and releasing each breast with a

pop

.

Dakota remained motionless as Jodi tugged down her bottoms. "Let's see what we have between your legs." She slid the elastic waistband across the swell of her stepsister's hips and followed by removing her white, cotton panties. "Fucking hell, just look at this bush! What a fist full of thatch you've got! Dad will love smearing his cum in

this

forest."

The blonde stirred her long fingers through the ebony curls and flicked her hungry tongue against Dakota's tiny hood until it retracted like the top of a convertible. "There you are," Jodi said as if discovering a hidden treasure at the base of a grassy knoll, sucking the sultry bead that marked the peak of her sister's damp crevice. "You're blooming like a rose in the rain, such a tight little hole. I'd love to make you cream down your crack," Jodi giggled. "But for now, just a taste."

The bed rocked in the bedroom above them, a woman's shrill voice crying during a series of slit splitting orgasms, flesh slapping together in a sloppy, wet fury. A deep voice groaned contently as the sobbing settled softly into whimpers.

Jodi replaced Dakota's bottoms and buttoned her top, then shuffled her up on the mattress. She smacked her flushed cheeks lightly on either side. "Wake up, sleepy head." Dakota mewed like a kitten as Jodi snaked a slippery hand beneath her moist and clingy camel toe underwear, shoving a middle finger up that hairy, wet gash and raking a sharp nail against her G spot.

"Don't mind if I draw a little blood, do you?" Jodi grimaced as she buried her nail deeper into Dakota's velvet lining. There was something so satisfying about her stepsister's tremulous response, her sensual gasp and the way her toes curled before they flared.

"My daddy just fucked your mom's brains out with a ten-inch dick thicker than my wrist," the blonde purred into the brunette's ear. "I wonder if I can make you come harder than your mother when she's grinding on my daddy's big cock."

Dakota's eyeballs rolled around beneath the thin curtain of her lids. She was approaching the twilight of consciousness. Jodi relished the idea of toying with the girl's memory, planting images into the isolated corners of her brain. "He's gonna fuck you too, Dakota... and you're gonna

love

it. You're gonna scream like your slutty mom."

There was a light knock followed by a creak at the bedroom door. "May I come in?"

"You already have, it seems. This is a private party."

"My favorite kind," the mischievous male voice replied. "I heard yelling, then some thumping followed by ominous silence. What have you done to her?"

Jodi slipped her hand out from beneath Dakota's waistband. The girl rolled on her side with a groan. "I kicked her ass," responded the tall beauty, walking over to give her brother a peck on the lips. "Would you like an hors d'oeuvre?" The blonde presented her slimy finger tainted with streaks of crimson.

"So, you buried your claws in her, did you?" The sandy haired boy leaned forward and sucked his sister's finger clean. "She tastes nice. I'm guessing you sampled her too. Judging by her condition, she'll have no recollection. You've only been together for a week and the two of you are already arguing?"

"She called you a moocher." There was silence before the siblings broke out in wild laughter.

"God forbid." Joey softly sat down on the bed beside Dakota, combing his digits through her hair. "Jesus, Jodi. How long has she been out? She's such a pretty, little thing, isn't she?"

"Spoiled rotten with an attitude," his sister huffed. "I guess I might have squeezed her neck a little too tightly. I'm sure she'll come round in a minute. She's not wearing a bra. Would you like to touch her?" The blonde flipped the brunette on her back and seductively pulled up her top. "Do you like her tiny tits?"

"Not as much as I like your D Cups." Joey kneaded the girl's breasts in his palms. "Her nipples look bruised. Did you bite them?"

"I thumped them," Jodi cackled, "to see if she was completely out. I got carried away with that too."

"Well, don't mess her up too bad. Daddy will be displeased."

"Yes, he will," a deep voice thundered by the door. Dakota began to cough, her dark lashes fluttering as she trembled back into awareness. "Get her dressed and covered up with her blanket. I want to see both of you in the kitchen immediately."