Chapter 8: Big Sister Falls to the Succubus’s Spell

Rebecca Meyers

I stood in the lobby of the dorm building waiting for my little brother to come down. I had traveled all the way out here to visit him. I mean, Mom basically guilted me to be here, but, I mean, Joseph wasn’t the most boring brother ever.

Okay, he was sooooooooo boring when he started talking about all that moldy, old crap he was into. I mean, the Sumewhosit? They didn’t even have electricity. What did they know? The internet wasn’t even around. No dial-up or nothing. What could they have figured out while eating beans in a mud hut?

But he would blather on and on and on about them like they were just soooooo amazing.

Ugh, what was taking the little nerd so long? I was here to hang out with him. He should be thrilled to have his big sister wanting to spend time with him. I glanced at the elevator. Finally, someone was coming down. It better be him.

Or a cute guy who could sweep me off my feet and take me away in his Ferrari to make love to me before a fire while reading French poetry to me and buying me all the bling I wanted. I mean, just some rich billionaire playboy college student.

I know, I know, impossible. The elevator dinged.

My brother stepped out and ... He had a completely different vibe to him. He was so different from how I remembered. He was standing with his back straight. No slouching. He was still nerdy in his jeans, some Anime T-shirt, and a light jacket, his big glasses on his nose, but ... He had confidence. He smiled at me.

“Hey,” he said as he headed toward me. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“Isn’t he such a hunk?” whispered through my mind. It was this soft, purring voice that made me shiver. My pussy went molten as if my little brother was the hottest guy on the planet.

Like Jason Mamoa or Henry Cavil levels of hotness.

I was gushing juices. I would be using all the splashing emojis if I was texting my friend about how hunky my little brother was. He came right up to me, smiling, and engulfed me in his arms. I shuddered at how strong that embrace was.

I hugged him back, shuddering. My cheeks burned as I felt his hands on my back. I wanted them to slide lower. Just down and down to cup my ass. He could knead them as he kissed me. Just seized my lips in a kiss.

“Shame your his sister, because he’s so hunky.”

Yes, yes, yes. I wanted my little brother like nothing I could imagine. I was dizzy right now. I wanted to swoon as he broke the hug. He grinned at me. God, why was he so handsome? What happened to this nerd to make him so ... so ... manly?

“Coffee?” he asked.

“Sure,” I whimpered, my panties soaked with my excitement. “Wherever you want to go!”

“You’d fuck him right here and now. That’s how much of a slut you are for your little brother.”

I was. I was such a slut for my little brother.

Ashtoreth

I laughed in delight as I floated along beside Joseph’s sister. She was so impure, thinking of hunky men ravishing her before he even came downstairs. It was so easy to make her lust for him. To shove her across the taboo line. She had almost no morality. Barely thought of anything as “wrong.” She had such a self-centered outlook.

“You define your own truth, and if you want to fuck your brother, then that’s okay because it’s your truth,” I purred into her ear.

She nodded slightly, smiling.

I had noticed this in other women. Their own “truth.” It was such a beautiful lie. The oldest one. If you could define your own morality, then you’d be like God. This culture was saturated in such delicious narcissism. As if any of these insects could rise to my level.

Ooh, but they were so much fun to play with.

The pair of them walked, the sister panting after Joseph like a bitch in heat. Brothers and sisters were meant to be. Kings of old married their sisters and half-sisters all the time. Even Abraham married his half-sister, Sarah. They had different mothers, but the same fathers.

It was ... how did they put it those days? Yes, yes, how a patriarch rolled.

They reached the coffee shop. I had seen this place, but it wasn’t where Joseph went to get coffee. He hit up the stands in the college’s commons. Here they drank such a remarkable drink. An energizing one that they made so complicated with all these ingredients. The poorest people in this land lived better than kings and had no idea how they were blessed.

I drifted around the shop and smiled at the girl behind the counter. She had a tight-fitting polo shirt—I was learning the names for things—that hugged her modest breasts. She wasn’t wearing a brassier from how her nipples poked against the material. She had light skin, not a full Cushite. What they called African-American here. Light-brown skin. Just a gorgeous creature.

I wanted things to get fun so I drifted to her as Joseph came up to order and whispered in the slut’s ear, “Wouldn’t it be hot to suck his cock. He’s a stud.”

Joseph Meyer

The barista smiled at me, her nipples poking hard against her polo. No bra. I was getting good at noticing these things. She shivered as I thought I heard a woman whispering about sucking a dick. I could see the heat in her eyes blossoming as she stared at me. The slut wanted me.

I was with my sister, though.

Shame, she was cute with her Afro and her light-brown skin. Just a seductive thing. “I’ll have an iced mocha.”

“I’ll have an iced strawberry-cinnamon latte with almond milk and an extra shot of expresso and a splash of vanilla bean,” my sister said.

“Got it,” the woman said, her eyes bright. She said the amount. I paid, my dick hard. Damn, I really wanted that slut to suck my dick. That sounded hot.

Well, I was with my sister. The one woman in the world who wouldn’t be throwing herself at me. She sat across from me once we had our drinks. We were at a table. She was squirming in her seat, her cheeks red.

“So, how’s Mom?” I asked. “She sent you to check in on me?”

“You know Mom,” my sister said. “She’s worried about you. Wants me to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. I’ll have to see your room. Make sure it’s clean. Can’t have you living like a slob.”

“Right, right,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Abigail says hi, too,” added my older sister. That was my younger sister.

“Oh, that’s ... good...” I trailed off as Natti, the barista, was there. She had a big smile on her lips. “Uh, hey.”

“Excuse me,” the Black girl moaned as she fell to her hands and knees. She crawled beneath the table. My heart was racing as she stroked my legs through my jeans. There was no way she would do this right here in the middle of the store. She couldn’t be that much of a slut.

Her hands reached my crotch as my sister blinked. “Uhhhh...” My sister started to look beneath and stop. “Is she...?”

The unmistakable sound of a zipper rasping down was crystal clear to hear. I swallowed, my cheeks burning bright as Natti pulled my cock out. She held me in her hand and worked her hand up and down me. She stroked me before she swallowed my dick.

“Oh, wow,” Rebecca said. My older sister blinked as she heard the sounds of a woman sucking. It was so loud. Natti was working her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with force.

I fought against my groans as that hot mouth worked up and down me. It was just so good to have her doing that. I loved the way she worked her mouth up and down my cock. She felt so good nursing on me. Just so amazing.

“Don’t you wish you could suck his dick?” a woman whispered.

My sister nodded as I looked around for who said that. Was it someone at a nearby table? Another slut that wanted to get a piece of me. There were two women at the next table talking. One glanced at me, a smile on her lips before she turned back to her friend.

People were noticing that Natti was sucking my dick. This was getting way out of hand the way that women just wanted me. In public. No self-control. I couldn’t believe it. Feminism lied to them and browbeaten all the men into pussies so that now when they saw me, they were so desperate for a taste they would go this far.

“She’s just ... Wow.” My sister squirmed there.

“Sluts,” I said off-handed.

My sister’s eyes widened. “This happens often?”

I shrugged like this was no big deal, savoring Natti’s hot mouth working up and down me. It was wild, though. My sister bit her lower lip. She leaned over the table, her eyes staring at me with such heat in them.

“Really? Just strange girls come up to you and suck your dick, or is she...?”

“She’s not one of my girlfriends,” I said. “Women just want a man that’ll treat them like whores. I mean, sluts. Not you, Rebecca.”

She shivered. “A whore ... Yeah, that sounds right.”

“Just ... Sorry.” I gripped the table. “She’s not going to stop sucking me until I ... You know.”

“Cum.” My sister licked her lips. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve been around the block. I just ... never with a strange guy in public.”

I just nodded, savoring that tongue dancing around the crown of my cock. This was so wild that it was happening. That mouth was so hot. She worked up and down me, sucking hard. She wanted my cum with all her being. It was damned good to feel.

My nuts tightened as I loved how she suckled on me. She nursed at me with such passion. It was just a delight. I rose toward that moment when I would cum. I would have a huge climax. Just a big burst of cum that would spurt into her mouth.

My nuts tightened with the force of her sucking. She was so good at that.

I tried not to groan. It was so weird with my sister watching.

Natti put her all into suckling on me. I could tell how much she wanted to make me spurt. I would have a big cum. Just spurt into her mouth. I loved the heat building and building in me. I would have a huge climax.

She danced her tongue around my cock. She massaged me like that. I hurtled toward that exciting moment. I loved how she flicked her tongue around my dick. It was just an incredible moment to have her flicking about me like that.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Fuck!”

I erupted.

“Are you...?” my sister asked as I spurted my cum into the whore’s mouth.

“Yes!” I grunted, the pleasure slamming through me.

I shuddered through the pleasure as I dumped the cum into the whore’s mouth. I filled her with more and more of my jizz. The pleasure slammed through my mind. I felt so good as I filled her mouth with all my seed.

She gulped it down. She swallowed it all down like a good whore. She gulped down that spunk. I spurted more and more of it, the rapture crashing into my thoughts. My sister watched on as I erupted one last time into the whore’s mouth.

I panted, feeling so good.

Natti slid her mouth off my cock and put my cock away. She zipped me up and crawled out from beneath the table, licking her lips. She then slipped a pair of white panties into my hand. I glanced at them. They had a phone number written in lipstick on them.

She winked at me.

“Jesus,” my sister said. “Are those...” She glanced at the girl slipping off in a skirt.

I breathed in Natti’s tart musk before sticking them into my pants. “Yep.”

“I can’t believe it,” she said as I drank deeply from my mocha. The iced drink was refreshing. “What happened to you? I mean, you’re so different.”

“Women know that I’ll treat them like a whore,” I said. It was empowering to tell my older sister this. She had looked at me like I was a dweeb all my life. Now she was seeing me as a man. Not a guy she wanted to fuck, of course, but as someone who mattered.

It was nice rising in her estimation.

My sister shook her head and finished off her drink. I drank mine and rose, “Let’s go for a walk.” “Yeah, before that barista comes back and sits on your lap and just rides you right here,” Rebecca said, glancing at Natti.

The barista winked at me and put her hand to her ear like a phone, mouthing two words.

I winked at her and led my sister outside.

She took my arm and snuggled up to me. She used to do this when we were kids. A game. Abigail would take the other side, my two sisters giggling the entire time. I had always felt like the butt of a joke even though I enjoyed it. Now ... now it felt nice.

Maybe too nice. She was my sister, not a slut like that whore back there.

We walked around the campus, entering into a more residential neighborhood as we chatted about home. Abigail was eighteen now and begging to go off to college. “It’s so sad. College is so boring. I don’t regret skipping it.”

“You went to beauty college,” I said.

“And now I make money as a hairdresser without all those student loans.” She smiled. “I’m going to own my own salon and make some Benjamins.”

I grinned at her. “I bet you will.”

“Abigail just wants to graduate. She’s even so dorky, she wants to come here. Maybe she’s just been too under Mom’s thumb to want to go off on her own. Or, maybe it’s Mom pushing her to come here so you can look after her.”

I would hate for Abigail to become a slut like that woman approaching me. She was walking with her husband, who held the leash to a little Pomeranian who barked at everything. The woman was with her husband, and yet she was staring at me.

I grinned at her and winked. The husband frowned and put an arm insecurely around his wife’s waist. He sensed that I could fuck his wife and make her cum hard. I loved pounding Mrs. Murphy in front of her husband, and I would love to do the same to Mrs. Howser.

She had to go back home to her husband in a week. Well, she should be nice and bred by then.

I heard a woman say something faintly as I passed the couple. Maybe the wife was speaking to the husband. He gasped something then the woman, a brunette with plump lips, took my other arm and nuzzled into my area.

“I’m just so wet for you,” she moaned. “I don’t care if my husband or your girlfriend watches. I need you!”

“What?” gasped my sister as the woman yanked me from Rebecca and into some bushes. They rustled around us as she pressed us deeper into them. “The fuck!”

“That’s my wife!” the husband shouted while the dog yipped. “Jenny!”

The wife, Jenny, fondled my cock through my jeans. She purred, “I need this in me right now. I’m just dripping wet. I’m such a slut.”

“Just a cock hungry slut,” she must have whispered beneath her throat.

“Just a cock hungry slut for your cock,” Jenny moaned again.

She unzipped me as her husband and my sister were watching from the street. The husband’s eyes widened while my sister’s cheeks were so wet. She licked her lips as the married woman ripped my cock out. She stroked up and down me.

“Yes, yes, take me,” she moaned and spun around. She grabbed a tree and shoved her jean-clad ass out at me. She had a nice rump. Very nice.”

I slid my hands around her wrist and unfastened her jeans.

“Jenny,” her husband whimpered.

“You know you love being a cuckold,” a woman—it had to be my sister—said. “It makes you hard to watch your wife.”

“I ... I ... I guess it makes me hard. I just ... Damn.”

“He’s just watching,” my sister said. “What a cuck?”

“Don’t watch,” I groaned as I unfastened the woman’s jeans and yanked them down revealing a pair of lilac panties with lacy pleats covering her rump.

“It’s a hot show,” Rebecca said, winking at me. “Besides, you’re supposed to be spending time with me.”

“Sorry,” I groaned, shoving down the woman’s panties and exposing her rump, “I just ... She’s wet for me. I bet she wants me to breed her.”

“Yes, yes, breed me!” the woman moaned as I pressed my cock into her brown bush dripping in her juices. Her spicy musk filled my nose. “I want you to knock me up.”

“God, you are a stud, little brother,” Rebecca said.

It was so weird having her watch as I pressed my cock into the woman’s bush. I just couldn’t stop myself from doing this. It was too late. I had to fuck her. I had to ram my dick into her cunt and pound her right now. I needed to be in her wet snatch.

I pushed into her curls and groaned as I found her married folds. Her husband was just watching as the slut begged me for it. “Yes, yes, ram that big dick in me. Please, please fuck me and breed me!” I gave the slut-wife what she wanted.

I buried to the hilt in her wet pussy.

She moaned as her pussy squeezed down around me. She felt so amazing around my dick. Just wonderful to have her gripping my cock. I shuddered at the feel of her around me. Her husband groaned, too, as he watched his wife being my whore.

She tossed her head as my sister watched. I tried to ignore Rebecca as I drew back my cock. That hot pussy gripped my dick. She held me tight, massaging me with that wonderful twat. I groaned and buried back into her snatch.

I plunged deep and hard into her pussy, my nuts slapping into her bush. She wiggled her hips as I fucked her, gasping and moaning like a whore. The dog kept yipping, held in her wimpy husband’s hands. My glasses shifted on my nose as I fucked her.

I pounded her cunt with all that I had.

I buried into her pussy with force. I fucked her with all that I had. I loved every second of slamming into her cunt. She moaned, holding me tight as I pounded into her snatch again and again. It was so hot to fuck her.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” she whimpered. “Ooh, breed me! Breed my married cunt! I want your baby!”

“I thought you didn’t want children,” her husband muttered.

“I want his children,” she gasped, my hands sliding up beneath her sweater to cup her breasts through her bra. I squeezed them as her pussy clamped down on me. I fucked her fertile cunt as she moaned out, “Yes, yes, that’s it!”

I winked at her husband as I fucked her.

My sister watched on with this hot gleam in her eyes. I whipped my gaze away, my ears burning. She was making this so weird. I just focused on banging the slut’s pussy. I fucked her cunt hard and fast. I buried into her snatch over and over again.

She whimpered, her pussy clamping down on me. It was so amazing to pound into her cunt with all that I had. I loved every second of it. I thrust into her pussy hard and fast, hurtling toward my climax. She held me with that tight pussy.

“Oh, that’s it,” she whimpered. “Oh, that’s so good. Yes, yes, that’s just amazing!”

“Shit, it is,” I groaned, fucking her cunt hard. “Damn!”

She wiggled her hips from side to side. She stirred her twat around me. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum in her. My sister and

her husband watched. The slut moaned out again and again, her passion echoing through the air. I churned up her wet cunt. She was dripping for me. She wanted to cum on my dick. I craved to feel her pussy going wild around my cock. I wanted to experience that joy. I thrust into her as her husband and my sister watched.

“Jenny,” her husband groaned.

“Watch me cum on his big dick!” the wife moaned, my hands squeezing her tits through her bra. “Oh, yes, yes, he’s going to knock me up! I’m going to have his baby! Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick. I loved the feel of her pussy spasming around me. That hot flesh suckled at me. My sister giggled like this was so delicious, mocking the slut for being such a whore to cum on my cock before her husband.