This message is a bit overdue considering the promise of much more content to come attached to my last story. That story was posted some 25 months ago, near the holiday season of 2018.
It goes without saying that many of our lives have changed since that time in ways we could not have possibly foreseen. Without expounding on the obvious issues we are all currently facing, I'd like to apologize for my absence.
Writing my previous stories brought me true pleasure. Equally so, I felt privileged to experience the feedback this community left on each of those stories. Your words meant so much to me, and I only wish I had kept a more constant stream of content coming your way.
Life is now at a point where I can afford the time and attention needed to deliver several new tales of desire, despair, and depravity.
You have my word when I tell you that this will be the first of many new stories I shall author this year.
Thank you to all my long-time fans and readers, and welcome to all those who are just starting to get wrapped up in my fantasies.
As always, don't be shy and please enjoy.
~JJ
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Every second that ticked by on the clock pushed Brad further from reality.
Not all moments of work were this painstaking, but Brad couldn't seem to help himself when consumed in one of the strange moods; it felt to him like he was losing his mind.
The electronic images and text on the monitors before him had dissipated into a blurred mess almost a half-hour ago. His brow was sweating as his foot tapped on the ground relentlessly, his mind now a tempest of moments long passed while his heart churned hot blood into every inch of his being.
Iris was planted inside Brad's mind like a virus.
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Despite today's torment, Brad once had his episodes nearly under control.
Sarah left him shortly after their last encounter at Iris' house, realizing that a normal relationship just would not be a possibility between the two after the nearly unbelievable depravity she has been a part of. Seemingly on a whim, she decided to "pursue a different life" on the other side of the United States, cutting off all communication with Brad basically overnight. Though all of this came as somewhat of a shock to Brad, he could not blame the young girl for her actions.
Iris left her mark on the lovers in ways that were both immediate and lingering.
For Brad, he found himself consumed in a whirlwind of lust and regret in the weeks that followed Sarah's departure. He knew he should have confronted his stepsister earlier and done all he could to halt her tainted perversion in its tracks. The more he wished his actions had been different, the obviousness of his own shortcomings gnawed at him. Even worse, despite all the self-loathing Iris had brought into his life, he could not break himself from envisioning her voluptuous figure whenever he became aroused.
The memories of his stepsister never ceased to tease him in his most private moments.
Even once the regret and heartache had passed, a twisted lust stalked in the recesses of his mind, always threatening to reemerge without a moments warning.
These episodes were sharp and constant at first, pouncing on the young man with no regard to his present ongoings. Flashbacks of Iris' pleasurable torment would find him while he worked, studied, dated, and even slept. For weeks, Brad thought himself cursed to forever walk the Earth with only half his sanity; his other half seemed firmly within Iris' clutches.
However, they say time heals all wounds, and this appeared to the case for Brad as weeks turned to months and months to years. Presently, it had been more than two years since that fateful night between him, Iris, and Sarah. And in that time, his flesh forgot his stepsister's touch and the electricity of her voice. There had even been recent months during which not even a hint of Iris' corruption had invaded Brad's thoughts.
But all good things must come to an end.
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Brad's breaths were now a heavy rasp as each intake of oxygen flooded his mind with fresh images of his stepsister, Iris. During the past two weeks, depraved memories of the seemingly forgotten lust between him and Iris had returned with a vengeance.
The episodes were growing more vivid and consuming than ever before.
In his minds-eye, Brad could see Iris' nude, imposing figure towering over his stripped, toned frame. He imagined her reaching down and giving his engorged manhood just the slightest touch, causing his aching cock to immediately explode into a dripping, ruined mess.
"Back to reality,"
he screamed internally to himself and slapped himself unknowingly across the face.
Taking in a couple of controlled breaths, Brad now found himself alone at his office cubical, the workday having already passed into night. It seemed he was the last one in the office, panting and sitting in within the quiet darkness, no other soul around. It was moment's like these where Iris' memory thrived at haunting Brad like a specter.
"What is happening to me?"
he naively thought, doing what he could to try and fool himself.
But he knew the answer to his question all too well; as the time grew between his last encounter with his stepsister, Brad was beginning to lose the battle of wills Iris had entangled him within those years ago. Even worse, Brad's episodes had begun to increase in intensity and frequency almost out of nowhere, becoming particularly overwhelming as short as two weeks earlier. In fact, it all seemed to grow worse the night he spent a few weeks back at home, enjoying a meal with his father and stepmother. Little did he know, that would also be the evening his stepmother would mention Iris and her new job.
As fate would have it, Iris' new job happened to be at a phone store just five minutes from Brad's office.
Since this discovery, every day at the job had been a battle for Brad against fevered thoughts oozing their way into nearly all moments of his waking life . He did what little he could day in and day out to complete his office tasks, but Iris was becoming such frequent a guest in his own mind that he found it difficult to work, eat, or even sleep.
It all led up to this fateful evening, as Brad found himself staring at a notepad in his hand.
Scribbled upon it hastily was the business and location where Iris was working.
Brad bit his lip so hard that it nearly bled.
Everything within him knew better, but still he found himself making his way from the office, into the parking garage, starting his vehicle, and barreling down the road toward that address. It all happened almost as if watching from a dream; Brad sped toward Iris indifferently, never considering whatever collision might await him with their reunion.
As the vehicle's engine came to a sudden stop minutes later, Brad worked to compose himself with the dark of night, hidden inside of his now-silent automobile.
The streetlight seemed to light the parking lot well enough, save for exactly where he had parked his car. Brad worked to slow his breathing and heart rate while memories of his stepsister washed over him; Iris had a touch like no other he had ever known. Even more, and what Brad was always afraid to admit, was her ability to control him completely. Through all of Iris' teasing and torment, Brad never wanted to admit it to himself, but his stepsisters' control over him was possibly the biggest turn-on of all.
