Monica slept, her small twin bed comfortable with fuzzy flannel sheets. She woke as a pressure fell atop her. Her brother was there, and she opened her mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, but he clamped a hand over her mouth.
He looked at her strangely, a small smirk on his face as his cheeks flushed, she tried to push him away but her was too heavy, too strong and her shrieks too muffled to be of any help.
She couldn't get enough swing into her arms to punch him efficiently, so her fists beat against his naked chest. Naked? She was confused as she looked down at him, her eyes widening as she saw he was naked atop her bed and blankets, the sheet and blanket the only thing separating them. What the fuck was he doing? Oh, she knew what he was doing.
Something he had begged her for, something that she had agreed to a few nights ago. He wanted to take her while she was unaware, savagely and roughly. She wanted him too. And it seemed now was the time. But she had to play her part, he had said he wanted to force her and she was supposed to not enjoy it. How little did he know that there was no way she wouldn't, but she could pretend. For a bit.
The hand not clamped across her mouth started to pull at the blanket, shoving it to the side as he raised off of her. She tried to bite his hand, but he just pressed harder, until it was a struggle to breathe. Even with the adrenaline that coursed through her she found her eyes fluttering and struggling to stay open. Just as her tunnel vision threatened to go black, he released her.
"What... what the fuck Maurice." She murmured, half-unconscious. She weakly slapped at his arms as he clambered atop her and covered them with the blankets. "What... What are you doing?"
His greedy hands grabbed at her, one squeezing her breast roughly and the other clawing her panties aside. She started to wake up and looked down between them. His dick was hard and poking into her leg.
"Maurice, no... we are twins. Don't. This is beyond gross." She said with forced distress in her voice. He didn't say anything and only gave her the smirk. "It isn't right. Stop! Maurice... please st--"
She was cut short as he slammed into her without warning. She tensed and pain lanced through her at the abrupt entry. It hurt so good. Her hands came up and clawed at him, slapped him, but he didn't stop. Didn't even seem to care. If anything, it only excited him more as he began to work his way in and out of her. She couldn't say it didn't excite her too, and her pussy was soon slippery as silk with her juices.
She moaned out please to stop and kept hitting him but, eventually her protests died down and she lay still, unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling. This is what he wanted. What he had dreamed of for a long time she knew. Why would she not let her beloved brother have what he wanted. He was such a good brother, and she loved him so much. She needed him, he filled her up and made her whole.
As he worked his way in and out of her she couldn't withhold her pleasure any longer and her eyes refocusing on his as a moan bled out of her.
"You dirty fucker, you like that don't you. Raping your sister? You fucking pervert, is that all you have?" She said, her voice husky and whispering.
"Shut up, whore." He responded as he thrust into her roughly.
