Extension?

The reality:

A real-life brother and sister. Denise and her brother Phil. Their divorced dad, and his new girlfriend who Denise and Phil loathed. They spent as much time away from their dad whenever his girlfriend was around as humanly possible. That suited the girlfriend who felt the same about Denise and Phil. In fact, she ensured that when dad wasn’t working, he spent as much time dancing to her tune as possible. All of this drove Denise and Phil closer together in a relationship of mutual hatred and resentment. 

The fantasy:

Denise’s bedroom. Denise, lying on the bed in her bra and panties, Phil beside her, it’s a stifling hot August day, and the air is heavy and leaden. The girlfriend has, yet again, stolen dad away and cancelled the day out Denise, Phil and their dad were going to spend together..and not for the first time.

“I wonder what they’re doing now?” The sadness in Denise’s voice hangs in the air.

“Shagging’, probably.” There is bitterness in Phil’s reply. 

Both of them are 15, past puberty, and in that vast hinterland of frustration that follows. 

“Ewww! Don’t be so gross,” Denise elbows Phil in the ribs.

“Look Den, she wants this house….not him…not us. And she’ll do anything to get it. She’ll fuck him any way he wants it until he invites her to move in. She’ll make him marry her, then she’ll divorce him and take the house. You just wait.”

There’s a long pause.

“I can’t imagine them doing it.” Denise’s voice is thick. Sex, for her, is an unknown, as it is for Phil, and yet…it has the power to stimulate thoughts and feelings that are both scary and desperately attractive at the same time.

Phil suddenly giggles. An almost child-like explosion of sound. 

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, come on, Denise. Can’t you picture it? Dad on top, her underneath, her legs spread and dad pounding away? You must admit it would look pretty silly.”

Denise giggles now,too. “I suppose so.”

Phil hauls himself up off the bed and on top of his sister. “Yeah…like this….and her her saying…..” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

“Oh yeah! Fuck me…..fuck me Brian….screw me,” they’re both laughing openly as Phil pretend-fucks his sister. 

“And him yelling and moaning.”

And so for a few moments they continue their imaginary play, until subtly, almost intangibly the dynamic alters. Denise is breathing hard and her pupils are dilated. “Ohh fuck me…..don’t stop.”

Phil thinks it’s still the game, although somehow, without meaning to, not only is he hard as iron, his cock has slipped out of his boxers and is pressing hard into his sister’s panties….right where her hole is. 

She reaches between them, pulling her panties aside, and he slips effortlessly in….all the way. She cries out as her hymen tears, but neither of them stop. Thoughts of dad and his girlfriend disappear, and now the cries from her of, “Ohh…don’t stop…fuck me,” are directed at Phil. 

It’s not long. It could never be long. Phil splutters “Oh, Den….I’m gonna cum!” She clings to him. “Me too. Do it. Do it inside me.” 

Ten minutes later, they’re lying side by side on her bed, rather cutely holding hands. His cock has a ring of dried blood around the base, while his semen is peeking from her onto the sheet. 

By the time they’ve both cum in my fantasy,  so have I. Denise and Phil  are real, as is the situation with their dad and his awful girlfriend. Time proved Phil right. Their dad did marry his girlfriend, and five years down the track, she kicked him out, divorced him and copped for half his money and the house, being pregnant at the time with his baby. The ink wasn’t dry on the divorce settlement before, surprise, surprise, she,’lost the baby’….if, in fact, it ever existed in the first place. 

Some women make me think stoning isn’t such a bad idea after all.