Filthy Shorts - 02

Filthy Shorts is a series of vignettes. There may be loose ties but there isn't any particular order.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSONS OR PLACES IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL!!!

This story contains incest. If this isn't your cup of tea please move on.

I write primarily for myself. I'm not very good but I hope you enjoy.

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Lots of Love, Casino

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Filthy Shorts - 02:

"Oh Crap, Mom. Are you kidding me?" I was pissed.

"What?" Mom asked with a false sense of defensiveness. As if she didn't understand why I would be pissed.

"Stevie's moving back in? For fuck's sake, Mom!" I was beside myself. My fucking brat, goth, tomboy sister (I know a complete mess) was moving back home. I'd been rid of her for two years except for holidays. At least she wasn't a complete cunt when we celebrated holidays.

"Rip! Watch your mouth!" Mom glared at me. My name was Ripley; after Camp Ripley where my deceased father went through basic training. "Come on, give her a shot, maybe she's changed."

"She spread a rumor that I was gay when I was a freshman!" I was incensed. She ruined any chances I could have ever had with girls in one fell swoop. I didn't have a girlfriend until a close female friend and I fell in love watching Twin Peaks. Our romance was a whirlwind of six months, I had never been in love before. As quickly as it started, it ended. She was working all summer at a camp for kids and then she was leaving for college out west. We didn't think we would survive a long distance. We broke up amicably and stayed in touch. It broke my heart to the core.

"She was just teasing. She didn't mean too..."

"That's right. Take her side... you always have. She fucking ruined my entire high school life. All the jocks called me a fag, a couple of actual gay guys tried to make a play for me then flamed me after I rejected them and all girls wanted to do was go shopping and talk fashion."

"Rip..." she said softly. Pretending like she had no idea I'd been treated so horribly.

"Just get out of my room, mom. Your favorite child will be home tomorrow. Thanks for the 24 hour notice. Hopefully that will be enough time to build up my emotional walls to deal with her."

"Rip, honey..." She was actually tearing up.

"Get... Out!" I growled, raging through gritted teeth. I turned away from her.

She cried quietly as she pulled the door shut behind her.

What the fuck was I going to do. My summer was ruined. Now I had to deal with my torturous sister all summer. I slept fitfully and woke up exhausted. I work at a local country club on the greenskeeper's crew. The work was hard and the days were hot, but it was satisfying work and I packed a lot of muscle onto my 6'2" tall frame. I had a pretty decent tan too. When it was early and the golfers hadn't rolled in yet. We could work with our shirts off. I made really good money and I paid close attention to what the head greenskeeper would do. He was pleased that I took an interest in his craft and made me his assistant.

Anyway, I got home about 2:00 in sore need of a shower. Mom wouldn't be home from work until 5:30, so I went to my room and stripped. I grabbed my towel and walked to the bathroom attempting to stretch my sore muscles. I shut and locked the bathroom door, not sure why, instinct I suppose. I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt awesome and did wonders to relax my muscles. I washed my hair and body and then just stood under the water feeling it wash the soreness out of my muscles. I turned off the water just before it started to go cold and got out.

I dried off and loosely styled my hair. I threw my towel over my shoulder and walked back to my room. 'What the hell! Why is my door shut?' I thought to myself. Confused, I opened it to find my sister sitting on my bed, her jet black hair cut pixie style, her impish grin below her cherub nose and deep blue eyes. She was wearing a loose Sisters of Mercy t-shirt with a black and red plaid skirt. She had black and white striped thigh highs leaving an alluring amount of thigh skin. I froze in shock and fear. Quickly, I wrapped my towel around my waist and then I got pissed. "You're here for what, ten fucking minutes and you're already invading my privacy."

She looked away sad, "I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you." She stood up and walked to me slowly. She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight. She put her head on my chest and inhaled deeply. "God, you smell wonderful." She said, absentmindedly.

I was mad because it felt genuine. In all of my 18 years she had never done anything like this. Her soft body felt pleasant against mine but I instantly put up my defenses. "Okay, Stevie, what the fuck?"

"Can't I give my brother a nice hug?" Her voice was soft, almost loving.

To be honest I was a little uneasy, "For 18 years you've treated dog shit with more love than me. So, what's the gag? Do you have a knife behind my back or something?"

"No." She inhaled again, "I hate to say it but you're going to have to get used to a nice big sister."

"Bullshit, out of my room. I need to put some clothes on."

She sighed and broke our hug. As she walked out of my room she turned her head towards me and winked, "Don't get dressed on my account." She pulled my door shut and I heard her walk down the stairs.

I was a little freaked out because I had a partial hardon forming. I had to admit the hug felt good but I knew I had to remain vigilant. This could've been a ruse to get me to lower my defenses.

I put on some cargo shorts and a tank top. I went commando as always and went downstairs and found my sister in the living room. She was sitting on the couch and I sat in an armchair. She was watching Archer and she always told me she hated the show. I looked at her quizzically, "Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my sister?"

She giggled in an adorable way that I had never heard before, "I changed my mind about the show. You were right about it all along."

"Now I know my sister has been Orphan Blacked. I've never been right about anything. Who are you really?"

She looked at me gently, making me uneasy again. "It turns out you were right about a lot." She looked sad, holding back tears. She excused herself and ran to her room.

I kind of felt bad. Which felt weird. Normally if she was balling her eyes out, I wouldn't have given two shits. Now, it felt funny to be mean to her or be pleased that she felt bad. I waited a bit confused and then decided to go to her room to see if she was okay. I gently rapped on her door. "Stevie? Are you okay?"

She opened her door, clearly she'd been crying, "You came to check on me?" She had an astonished but hopeful tone in her voice.

"Yes, you seemed upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

She wrapped her arms around me again, "You're too good to be true." She was sobbing into my chest.

I rubbed her back to soothe her, "Ssshhhh, it's ok Stevie."

"You're so nice to me even though I've been a complete shit to you."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

She took my hand and led me to her bed, "Lay down, please and I'll tell you everything." She patted the bed.

I was suspicious but laid down on her bed. She snuggled up to me, resting her head on my chest and draping a leg over mine, running her hand up my shirt over my taut abs. "I've been having really bad anxiety attacks. They're especially bad when I'm around boys that look like you. So I told my therapist, Cynthia, about them."

"You are seeing a therapist?" I was a little surprised. She had always seemed in control.

"Yes, the anxiety attacks have been almost debilitating. So I sought some professional help. Cynthia had me go through my past and she had me focus on you." She stopped and was quiet.

"Me? Why did she want you to talk about me?"

"Because... because..." She finally looked up at me. "Because I'm in love with you."

I looked at her confused, then shook my head, "Bullshit. There's no way."

"It's true." She said quietly, "I've been in love with you as long as I can remember. I just didn't know how to process my feelings."

"You tortured me daily and the rumor about me being gay nearly destroyed me." I was getting mad, "How does that equate to you being in love with me?"

"Cynthia told me that it wasn't uncommon to lash out. I hurt you because I didn't think I could ever love you how I wanted to."

"What are you talking about?"

All of a sudden she was on top of me kissing me passionately. Her tongue in my mouth battling mine. She moaned as she ground her crotch into mine. To my surprise, I started to get hard. She sat up and pulled her Sisters of Mercy shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her gorgeous firm C-cup tits bounced into view. Both nipples were pierced with silver rings.

She moved to kiss me again, I pressed her shoulders with my hands, holding her back. "What the absolute fuck are you doing, Stevie?"

She unzipped her red and black plaid skirt at the back and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing panties, Stevie was buck naked on top of me. "Making up for lost time." She leaned back and looking down, she frowned, "Oh no, I made a mess of your cargo pants. My wet pussy creamed all over them. We better get these off of you." She stood over me and that's when I noticed her tattoo on her mound. It said 'Rip's Pussy' in fancy calligraphy with an arrow pointing to her cunt. The arrow had a heart at the end instead of a normal arrow point. She unzipped my shorts and pulled them off. Her bald pussy was clearly wet and there was a stain on the front of my shorts.

"I don't know about this, Stevie. You're my sister." It was hollow, without much fight. I was rock hard staring at her pussy.

She saw where I was focusing my eyes, grinning she shoved two fingers into her pussy, she purred. "Ooohhh, you like her, don't you." She spread her swollen lips and rubbed her clit, moaning. "She definitely likes you. She's wet and juicy and she's throbbing just looking at your fat brother cock. Plus as you can see by my new tattoo she belongs to you" She got down on her knees between my legs, grabbing my cock with her hand, she patted her cheek with it. Then she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around the tip.

"Jesus, Stevie." I shivered, pulling my shirt over my head.

"Ooohhh, you're gorgeous Ripley. Look at those muscles but the muscle between your legs is the one I'm most impressed with." She went back to work, diligently sucking my dick.

I could see her generous heart shaped ass rise up behind her head as she arched her back. My ex-girlfriend and I never did the deed but we played with each other naked. I would go down on her and she would give me blowjobs but she never swallowed and would just jerk me off to finish me, covering her tits. "Oh my God, Stevie, that feels so fucking good." I thrust up into her mouth a few times.

"Mmmmmmm," She moaned around my cock. "Cum in my mouth, little brother. I want to taste you." She pushed all the way down then, consuming me until I felt her nose hit my pubes. Then she throat fucked me a few times and went back to sucking me hard. Gently cupping my balls, she gave them a soft squeeze.

My filthy sister pushed me over the edge, "Shit, STEVIE! I'M CUMMING!" My cock exploded in her mouth as she sucked hard. She drank it down like the greedy whores you see in porn videos.

Making sure she got every drop she released me with a pop, she giggled, "You're yummy, little brother." She kept stroking me to keep my dick hard. "I like that you stay hard. Can your big sister have a ride?"

"Well... umm... well... you see, Stevie... I'm a..." Naturally she interrupted me.

"You're a virgin!" There was a sparkle in her eye and she was delighted, not in a 'Ha, Ha, you're a virgin" way though. "Can I please take your cherry, Rip? I would love to do the honors, Please, please, please." She was begging to pop my cherry, stroking me with hope in her eyes.

Her hand felt so good, her luscious tits jiggling suggestively. "You really want to have sex with your brother?" Precum trickled down my cock meeting her hand adding to the lubrication.

She lifted her leg straddling me, right knee down, resting on her left foot. She brushed the head of my cock over her soft puffy pussy lips. Then she put it at her entrance, "I've wanted to for so long. Please, Rip, please let me pop your cherry." She said, rotating her hips enticing me and biting her lower lip.

I was so fucking horny, all the pain and vitriol she threw at me growing up was lost at that moment. Suppressed in the deepest reaches of my mind. At that moment, her 18 years of torture no longer mattered.. I was going to lose my virginity to my arch enemy, my big sister. I simply nodded at a loss for words, giving her permission.

A single tear streaked down her cheek as she slowly lowered herself. "Ooofff, you're so big, Rip." She took a break half way down, grinning like an idiot. She continued her journey until I was all the way inside her. She closed her eyes, smiling, gently rotating her hips, getting used to me. "Mmmmm, you're really stretching me out. I'm surprised no girl has ever tried to fuck you."

I bristled at that, through gritted teeth, "Geez, I fucking wonder why that would be. " Everything came roaring back. I started to push her off even though her wet slick pussy felt amazing.

She pinned my arms back and started sliding up and down my cock. She kissed me gently, she tasted so good. "Let me show you how sorry I am. Ok, Rip, please, let me prove that I've changed. I'll do anything to prove how much I love you." She started bouncing a little faster, grinding periodically.

I reached up and gave her nipple rings a gentle tug. She shivered, grinding on my cock. "I've dreamt of this day for so long. I can't believe it's happening." She started bouncing again.

I let go of her nipple rings and grabbed her hips fucking up into her on her downstroke. "Fuck, your pussy feels fantastic."

"Yes, little brother, fuck up into me. You have the best cock." She moved to her feet, squatting over my wet slippery cock. I was covered in her juices as she bounced, grunting with every stroke. Her hands gripped my sides, squishing her tits together.

I grabbed her ankles, fucking up into her again. Her eyes went wild, so I picked up speed. "Oh... Fuck... Fuck... Ripley. Jesus Christ you're..." She closed her eyes and squealed. She collapsed on top of me, her sweaty little body hot against mine. I kept thrusting up into her slowly, trying to let her recover a little. She quivered every time I bottomed out.

She looked down at me, tears streaking her cheeks. She kissed me hard, Frenching me, she broke the kiss, "I love you, Ripley. I never thought this could happen." Her pussy was throbbing and pulsing around my cock. She kissed me again, sitting back up grinding my still hard cock. "You want me to turn around and point my ass at you? You can watch it jiggle as I slap my pussy down on you."

I nodded as she stood up, her pussy and thighs covered in sweat and her girly juices. She turned around and twerked her ass for me. It was a gorgeous heart shaped ass, her bulbous heavy ass cheeks bounced nicely, then she lowered herself grabbing my cock. She guided my cock to her hole and lowered herself, grabbing my shins for balance. She started squat fucking me again, her thick pussy lips gripping my cock, distending on the upstroke. "Oh fuck, Stevie. Your ass is so gorgeous." She slapped down onto me, her juicy ass jiggling pleasingly. I gave her a playful slap on the ass.

She looked over her shoulder at me, giggling again in her charming manner. "You like my big butt, don't you Rip. You can spank as much as you want. Lord knows I deserve it." She continued happily bouncing on me, her juicy pussy squishing with every squat.

I gave each of her ass cheek a few solid spankings which did nothing more than make her fuck me harder. Then I had a nasty thought, I grabbed her hip with one hand and pulled down to my groin, she instinctively started grinding on me. I took the opportunity and lubed up my middle finger on my opposite hand with saliva, then slowly pushed it into her asshole, I said, "That's it, Stevie, now you're my whore, big sis. You're only going to fuck me from now on. I'll use you whenever I want, however I want. Even if you're asleep, I'll come into your room and take you however I want. If I want to use your mouth, your ass or your cunt, I'll take whatever I want. You're mine now."

She gasped and rolled her hips fucking my cock and finger. Her head dropped back and she moaned, "I'm yours, Rip. You can have my body. I'll never deny you. Use all my holes, they're yours." She picked up the pace, bouncing on me again, our flesh slapping obscenely. "Oh, FUCK!" She screamed and froze. She fell to her knees and I pulled my finger from her ass. I felt her cunt throbbing and squeezing my dick

She fell onto her side, her hand now between her legs, rubbing her clit to keep her orgasm going. I hopped off her bed and pulled her by her ankles to the corner of the bed. She naturally rolled onto her tummy, her legs straddling the corner, her feet planted on the floor. I decided to take out 18 years of frustration on her. Using my middle finger, I gathered a bunch of her slippery juices and started lubing her tight asshole. Then I stuck my cock back into her dripping twat, I fucked her for another minute lubing my cock generously. I lined up my cock at her shit chute and slowly pressed it inside her.

She gasped in a panic and tried squirming away. Her anus muscles flexed instinctively, trying to push the head of my cock out of her ass. "No, no, no, no! Please Rip, I'm not ready for that." She tried to get away again but I held her hips firmly in place. She looked over her shoulder with worry, biting her lip anxiously.

I shook my head and held myself still, I calmly shushed her, "Sssssshhhh, Relax, don't fight it. A friend of mine told me that if you don't relax, it'll hurt." I felt her body try to relax a little so I spit a generous amount of saliva on our union and pushed in a little farther.

She tightened up a bit and I rubbed her butt gently to relax her again. "Shhhh, it's okay, Stevie, I'm going slow even though that's not what you deserve." I pushed in a little farther. She tensed up again but not as hard. "I should've just rammed my cock into you. Listen to you scream and watch you cry and even after everything you put me through, I'm not that kind of guy." I slid in a little further. One more inch and I would be balls deep in my bitch sister's ass.

Another tear streaked down her cheeks as she surrendered, she whispered, "I know I don't deserve you and this is my penance. I told you that you could use me, I'm reaping what I've sown."

I pushed the rest of the way in and she shuddered when she felt my pelvis squishing her ass. Rotating my hips, I ground my cock into her as far as I could go. Then I stopped and stayed put, letting her get used to my girth. "I'm all the way in, Stevie. Your little brother is balls deep in your asshole." I knew I couldn't last any longer.

She was breathing hard but managed to relax. "Please, Rip, please, before you start sawing in and out of my ass. Just let me get used to you." Then she pressed back in earnest, wiggling her his for a couple of minutes. She inhaled and exhaled through her nose, then said quietly, gripping the sheets, "Okay, I'm ready."

I started slowly, feeling her ass grip me harder than her pussy. I was pulling out halfway and slowly driving it home. Grunting, I whispered, "Do you like my cock in your ass slutty sister? You're my anal whore now, bitch."