Grace of the Devil, Graves of the Saint
Copyright© 2026 by Eros Alban
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - She is a brat, a tease, a she-devil. Their parents always give her want she wants. He is the one person who resists. On a lake side trip she pulls out all stops to claim the top.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Brother Sister DomSub Light Bond Rough Size
Grace stood naked in the doorway of the living room, chest heaving, her freshly fucked pussy still gaping and gushing. Thick, creamy strands of her own squirt and arousal continued to drip steadily from her stretched hole, running in shiny rivulets down her inner thighs and pooling on the hardwood floor beneath her. Her legs trembled violently, knees threatening to buckle as aftershocks continued to ripple through her core.
She had just orgasmed harder than ever in her life — twice — all over her little brother’s massive cock while he refused to move a single muscle. And now he was sitting there like nothing had happened.
Graves was sprawled back in one of the three deep armchairs, long legs stretched out, remote in his large hand as he flipped through channels. The TV played a rerun of the wildly popular anime Super Hung Teen Lover — specifically a Season 3 episode from the Hero Festival Tournament arc. The screen was filled with exaggerated, hyper-stylized hentai-inspired animation: the tall, stoic, pure-hearted hero Teen Lover, with his absurdly massive cock, ripped abs, and signature light-brown treasure trail, stood center stage in the middle of an international hero tournament. His outfit had already malfunctioned spectacularly (as it always seemed to during tournament episodes), leaving his thick, veined shaft fully exposed and rock-hard while he performed his signature Turn-and-Hair-Flick move.
A bratty rival competitor — a sharp-tongued girl with a body and attitude that looked suspiciously like she could be Grace’s twin — was taunting him from the opposite side of the arena, trying to break his focus. The crowd cheered wildly as Teen Lover’s heavy cock bobbed with every dramatic hair toss, the lewd wet sound effects from the show (sloppy schlicks, rhythmic slapping, and exaggerated moaning) blasting through the speakers. Even in the middle of combat, the hero remained adorably oblivious, his voice full of earnest determination as he prepared his Slow Lean-In to disarm her emotionally.
The over-the-top fanservice and wet, lewd sound effects from the tournament battle only made the heavy, real-life silence in the B&B living room feel even thicker and more charged.
Grace waited. She stood there completely exposed, perky tits rising and falling with every ragged breath, her swollen clit peeking out from between her puffy, dripping lips. She waited for him to notice her. To react. To finally break.
He didn’t.
His eyes stayed glued to the screen, expression calm and unreadable, as if his big sister wasn’t standing there naked and leaking all over the floor just a few feet away.
The longer he ignored her, the more frustrated Grace became — and the hornier she grew. Her pussy clenched around nothing, fresh juices trickling faster down her thighs. Her clit throbbed painfully, begging for attention. The ache was unbearable.
“Fine!” she finally snapped, voice cracking with desperation. She stomped one foot, making her tits bounce. “You’re just going to sit there and pretend nothing happened? After I rode your huge cock and came so hard I squirted everywhere? You’re really going to ignore me like I’m nothing?”
Graves didn’t even glance at her. He simply whispered, calm and quiet, “Fine.”
Grace’s heart leapt. A fresh orgasm threatened to crash over her at the mere thought of finally getting fucked properly. Her pussy gushed harder, a visible spurt dripping onto the floor as her knees weakened.
But Graves didn’t pull her onto his lap.
Instead, he stood up slowly, towering over her. In one smooth motion he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and bent her forward over the nearest kitchen island stool. He kicked her legs wide apart, forcing her to spread obscenely, ass up high and pussy completely exposed. Her swollen, dripping cunt hung open between her trembling thighs, still gaping from his cock.
SLAP!
His large hand came down hard and direct — centered perfectly on her wet pussy, the loud, wet smack landing straight across her hard, hypersensitive clit.
Grace howled at the top of her lungs, a raw, animalistic scream that echoed through the entire B&B. Her whole body seized violently as another explosive orgasm ripped through her instantly. Her legs gave out completely, but Graves kept her pinned to the stool with one strong hand on her lower back. Her cunt, already gushing, exploded in a violent river of clear, sweet girl juice that sprayed out in powerful arcs, soaking the stool, the floor, and even splashing against his legs.
Before she could even begin to recover, before the first orgasm had fully faded, Graves moved his other hand into position.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He began landing rapid, hard spanks directly onto her throbbing clit — each one precise, wet, and merciless. Every single slap triggered another shattering orgasm.
Five slaps.
Ten slaps.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Twenty-five.
Thirty.
Forty.
Fifty.
Fifty hard, body-wrecking, clit-slapping orgasms.
Grace screamed and howled and sobbed through every single one. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, legs kicking uselessly, toes curling so hard they cramped. Squirt erupted from her ruined pussy in endless, flooding gushes — clear, sweet, and copious — until the floor around the stool was a slick, glistening puddle. Her voice grew hoarse and broken, turning into wrecked, sobbing wails as orgasm after orgasm tore through her without mercy.
When the fiftieth slap finally landed, Grace’s body went completely limp. She slid off the stool and collapsed onto the floor in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. She lay there covered head to toe in her own squirt and cream, chest heaving, body still shaking with violent aftershocks. Her clit was horribly swollen — bruised, puffy, and throbbing painfully — far too sensitive to even think about touching.
Graves was already gone.
It took Grace nearly half an hour just to stand up. Every tiny movement sent fresh sparks through her overstimulated body. When she finally managed to rise on shaky legs, her pussy was still dripping wet, thick streaks of arousal running endlessly down her thighs.
She stumbled into the shower on trembling legs, turning the water as cold as her poor, abused pussy could possibly stand. The icy spray hit her swollen clit like needles, and even that made her cum again — a weak, pathetic little orgasm that dropped her to her knees. She crawled out of the shower, too exhausted to stand, and dragged herself to the bedroom. Unable to climb the ladder, she collapsed into the bottom bunk and passed out instantly.
It was still quiet when she woke up.
Grace blinked groggily at the clock on the wall. Almost five hours had passed.
She found Graves out back on the private deck overlooking Lake Gahan. He had somehow acquired a large hammock strung between two sturdy posts and a small tent with a foldout cot that looked both incredibly comfortable and large enough to accommodate his tall frame. The sun was low in the sky now, painting the lake in soft oranges and pinks. Gentle waves lapped against the dock, and a cool evening breeze rustled through the pines.
Graves was fast asleep in the hammock, one arm draped lazily over his eyes, his cropped tank riding up to fully expose his ripped abs and that dark treasure trail leading down into his shorts. He looked peaceful. Completely unbothered.
Grace stood there naked in the doorway, legs still weak, pussy still tingling and dripping, staring at her little brother with a mixture of frustration, lingering arousal, and something dangerously close to obsession.
Grace’s legs were still weak and trembling as she stepped out onto the back deck, the cool evening breeze kissing her naked skin and making her swollen, dripping pussy clench around nothing. She was a complete mess — inner thighs shiny with dried and fresh juices, her clit still puffy and throbbing from the brutal spanking, her perky tits flushed and sensitive. Every step sent little aftershocks through her overstimulated body.