Tags: [Free Use][Incest][Older Sister][Mentions of Mom][Blowjob][Face fuck][Talking While Sucking][Chastising While Sucking][Fucking On Couch][Doggy Style][Cum on Ass]
Summary:
Set in a 'Free Use' world. Sara just wants to watch her movie in peace, but her brother refuses to leave her alone. She decides to teach her younger brother some manners.... While also getting him off.
This story takes place shortly after the first "The Life of Sara Wincester/Big Sister Lends A Hand" story.
All characters are 18+
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A man stands in a line of a boarding train, his bags packed as he makes his final steps towards the carriage. He checks his ticket three times, fidgeting nervously, unsure if this is the right decision. His fingers are shaking slightly with the weight of the luggage as the last few passengers ahead of him board the train. As his right foot places on the train, he pauses, as if hoping for a sign to tell him to run away.
Unbeknownst to the man, a woman stands behind the platform gates. Her face is hidden by a pair of sunglasses. She watches the passengers board, her eyes wide as she searches the crowd, hoping to spot the man she loves.
"No way..." Sara gasped, "Turn around..."
Laying on a soft linen sofa, Sara Wincester watched on with bated breath as the man stepped onto the train, her heart pounding against her chest. She wore a loose tank top and a mini skirt as she casually sprayed along the sofa, shoving popcorn in her mouth with increased agitation, the fingers of her free hand drummed anxiously against her legs as she watched on, praying the man would just turn around.
"Come on..." She whispered to herself, "She's waiting for you."
The woman looks crestfallen as she begins to give up. Tears form in the corner of her eyes as the last person boards the train. She stands, looking around the platform, wondering why she didn't try harder.
"Ahh!" Sara cries out, wiping the tears that were forming in her eyes, "This show is way too emotional!"
'Station of Lights' was a three-year-old remake of a four-decade-old European romance film. It opened to a rather mild reception and was overall considered a 'sub-par take of a classic film.' This however didn't stop Sara from getting emotionally invested in the film. At twenty years old, she was a complete sucker for cheesy romance films.
As the train whistle signalled the last call for boarding, the man took one last look out the window, onto the platform. His gaze lingered on a young woman who stood, watching the train, tears falling down her cheek.
"Yes..." Sara cheered under her breath, "Run to her, idiot! Look at how sad she is!"
He began making his way back towards the gate, the crowds of passengers threatening to keep him on, but he pushed through. Jumping off the train just as the doors locked behind him.
"Yes! Finally..." Sara cheered louder.
As the man reached the platform, he leapt over the gate and bolted toward the woman. No care for anything, leaving his bags on the train he called out to the woman tears streaming down his face as well. She welcomes him immediately with an open embrace. They both begin speaking to each other, both overwhelmed by each other's appearance.
"Kiss her.." Sara begs, leaning forward in anticipation, "You can do it! You can-"
Her view of the TV was suddenly blocked by a man standing in front of her. A scowl set across Sara's features as she glared at the boy standing above her.
"Hey!" She cried out, annoyed at the interruption. "Can you get out of the way? I'm trying to watch a movie here!"
The man, better known as Max, was Sara's eighteen-year-old, little brother. He turned to briefly watch the events unfolding on the screen. He never saw the appeal in romance movies, especially crappy remakes of romance movies. Too much talking, too much crying, he had no interest in watching any of the film.
He turned back to his sister, who was trying to position herself to see past him, obviously irritated by Max's sudden appearance.
"Just... move..." Sara whined as she waved her hand trying to shoo the boy.
Of all the times for him to interrupt, it had to be just at the emotional climax of the film. Moving her head around her brother, she was disappointed to see the two leads of the film walking off towards the sunset.
"Oh come on..." She whined even louder, throwing a sofa pillow at Max, "I missed the kiss! Thanks a lot.."
Sara huffed out an annoyed sigh, she knew there was still at least 20 minutes left in the film, but her enjoyment was severely stifled. She glared back up at her brother, who seemed to not even understand what he had done, he simply wanted to get her attention and now her got it.
"What do you even want, Max?" She groaned. Max stared back at her with an innocent grin on his face, he was truly happy to be in Sara's presence, with not a trace of malicious intentions.
Max opened his mouth to explain himself but Sara cut him off, her question was rhetorical. She knew what her brother wanted, it was the same thing he always wanted.
"Oh wait, let me guess." Sara continued with a sarcastic tone, "You want to shove your dick into me for like, the billionth time today..."
Max's pants tightened slightly upon hearing her words. A growing budge in his pants pointed directly at Sara's face.
"Ugh..."
Sara looked at the obvious erection, threatening to prod her in the face.
"Didn't you 'just' fuck me on this very couch an hour ago?" She groaned, looking over at her underwear which lay in a pile on the other side of the room.
Recently yanked off her an hour ago when Max had originally come across her sister lazing on the couch. She only just sat down to pick out a movie when the boy barged into the living room and spread her legs apart in one swift movement. Max had been so eager and excited that he hadn't even given his sister the chance to get comfortable. Instead choosing to go straight for the action. Sara held on to him with one arm while her other used the remote to browse the selection of movies.
She hadn't even decided what movie to watch before Max came inside her. He held her in a tight hug as he climaxed, Sara wouldn't admit it openly, but she enjoyed the tenderness her brother showed during the peak of his orgasms. It was at this moment she decided to watch a romance movie.
After a few silent seconds, Max climbed off of his sister and gave an affirmative nod before moving on, leaving Sara to deal with the sticky mess between her legs. A big part of the reason she didn't mind all these little 'interruptions' was that they were usually over as quickly as they began. She wiped herself off with her own panties and threw them in the corner to deal with later.
"And made me suck you off in the shower before that?!" Sara continued chiding him, pointing towards the bathroom to emphasize her point.
Earlier in the day, after taking a shower of her own, Max had taken her by the hand to ask for her help in the bathroom. This was just an obvious ploy as he then proceeded to put her on her knees while he showered, his cock rubbed eagerly along her face as she gently sucked on Max's balls. At first, Sara protested, not wanting to get wet again and wanting to have some control over their activities, but she eventually gave in when she realized it would be a whole lot less messy to get this over within the shower rather than when Max got out.
Her brother had begun to thrust his hips at a fast pace, his cock and balls kept rubbing into her face under the pretence of 'washing' her, Sara realized he wasn't going to stop until he satisfied himself. The more he thrusts, the more forceful his cock would rub against her cheek. Wanting to get this over with as fast as possible, she welcomed her brother into her mouth and throat. Her tongue worked its magic as he pumped hard into her. The pressure was building in his crotch. After several minutes of being face fucked, he finally released all of his pent up sexual frustration onto her, spurting several loads down her throat. She left the shower early in the hopes that he would finally leave her alone for the rest of the day.
"And!" Sara complained, now more tired than annoyed, "Had me jerk you off on my 'face' even before that."
Referencing this morning when Max intruded into her room while Sara was on a phone call. The impatient little brother couldn't wait for her to even get off the phone, so Sara had generously offered to give him a quick handjob just so he could leave. This promptly turned into a very vocal mutual handjob/masturbation session where she briefly admitted that she rather enjoyed all of Max's little 'intrusions.' Sara immediately regretted saying it aloud and returned to her dismissive demeanor soon after.
"Seriously?" She looked up at Max in disbelief, "Like, aren't you tired enough already?"
Max just shrugged, unsure of what to say. A part of him felt bad when his sister chastised him about his behavior, but he had urges and she would still satisfy him regardless of how much she complained.
"What is it with you, teenagers!?" Sara questioned loudly, exasperated, "Even I wasn't this horny when I was eighteen."
Max shot back a dejected look, Sara seemed especially annoyed from him interrupting her movie. There had been numerous times over the past month where Max almost hit Sara's limit with him. He had gotten good at recognizing the difference between Sara being annoyed at his perverse antics and generally being pissed at him and this was looking at becoming the latter.
