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It happened suddenly on a Thursday night in early March which, at least on the surface level, had no prior motivations or implications leading up to it. It had simply…occured. Ashley had been pushing him for as long as he could remember. Demanding his attention like a cat that would knock everything off your desk so you’d have no remaining distractions. Sauntering her way into every nook and cranny of his personal space every chance she’d get. 

….Sometimes that was. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t simply just hang out in the room with him often without much interaction. She wasn’t always on him. Perhaps this was just the image he, for whatever reason, had of her. Preferred even. His annoying, clingy little sister. It just felt right.

So maybe it was feelings like this that he seldom even dared to acknowledge that led him to just softly snap on this day when she’d been snuggling under a blanket with him and was just…a little too on him. Giggling and tickling him, blowing into his ear, talking incessantly using the colorful, vulgar vocabulary she had. It got to him…Which wasn't particularly uncommon actually. The difference though was that every time she’d ‘gotten to him’ in the past, as soon as he’d feel his blood rushing through his chest and down to his nether regions..he’d shoo her away. He had to after all. If he didn’t, she’d just continue to get to him and then…. well.

Beyond an instinctual feeling of rejection, Ashley had never thought much when he’d tell her to shut up, swat her away, or even physically push her off. Her Andy was just like a cat that would let you pet them until they got tired of it and would suddenly scratch and hiss at you then rub up against your leg a few hours later. In her worst moods, he must have done it because hated her and she was worthless and might as well be dead and he wouldn’t care, right? But in her best moods, it was actually a great deal of fun to relentlessly bother him. Funny though that she never actually knew the real reason why he’d suddenly get like this until this crisp, cold day. 

Right when she thought he was about to get annoyed with her and kick her off, she felt the warm and…oddly sensuous touch of his hand on hers to which he brought down to rub up against something hard that twitched and shifted immediately underneath the fabric of his pants in reaction to her unprompted touch, making her eyes grow wide.

Rather than yank her hand away which is what she knew would be best for her to do, she kept her hand limp and let it linger. Neither punishing, nor rewarding his actions. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” She wasn’t upset, just shocked and didn’t know how else to react other than conventionally. 

“S-shhh…not so loud!” Andrew fought the urge to clap his hand over her mouth. 

“Don’t let mom hear…” He whispered. His lips, so close to her ear that she thought for a moment that he’d bite it, making her shudder. 

Ashley just continued to anticipate Andrew’s first move, utterly unsure as to how she should feel about all of this.

 It wasn’t an accident and he wasn’t even trying to make it look as though it were one either. No, he was really doing this. 

The words, ‘pleasant surprise’ sailed quickly through her mind, but that wasn’t quite it either as a wave of uneasiness washed over her as well. 

“Sorry just…just a little Leyley…” He grabbed her wrist to move her hand up and down his shaft. Making him twitch again with a sigh. 

God. He was so horny he’d lost all shame and boundaries it seemed. Despite his physically urging her, she found something about the way he said ‘Leyley’ in that desperate tone to be rather cute.

“I know you want to…” He whispered in her ear with a flat, yet more confident tone, holding her close to him as though to reassure her. Or maybe just himself as he had totally just made a pass at his sister and if she didn’t want to...well, that would make him a horrible, despicable person. 

Why though? Ashley thought to herself.

 Why was he being like this all of a sudden? Was he…. attracted to her or….

Who was she kidding? He’s probably just horny and looking for some relief at the moment and she just happened to be the closest piece of meat. Men are such pigs.

“You really are something you know?” She sneered at him, anger and anxiety building up as she continued to stroke it. 

“Using your own little sister as another cumdumpster…” Andrew could hear the resentment in that statement. 

“Ashley that’s not-…Jesus Christ, I am NOT trying to have……s-sex with you it’s just-“

Just what though? It was in dark, unhinged moments like these when a certain intrusive phrase would echo through his brain. 

You would if you could.

“You’d just use anyone or anything as a cock sleeve won’t you?! Well guess what? I’m not a fucking sex doll okay? Save it for your whore of a girlfriend!” 

Ashley, having recovered from a brief spell of temptation and raw curiosity, viciously swiped her hand away. 

Andrew looked at her with some kind of a new found understanding, hesitance and…unmistakable lust.

“That’s the problem….” He muttered to himself so quietly, she could barely hear.

“My ‘whore of a girlfriend’…”

He swallowed, then placed his hand over hers. Caressing it and gently guiding it back to his erection.  

“Isn’t you…”

He intertwined his fingers with hers and shifted his position a little as a poorly disguised attempt to press his hardon into her palm. He had no idea what had come over him. 

Damn…she could nearly make out its entire shape just from that touch alone….

Just what the fuck did he mean by that though?

“You uhh…really wanna do this, Andrew?” She said awkwardly, holding back a laugh.

 I…eh…don’t really mind buuuut…don’t you think it’s kinda….fucked up?” She still couldn’t tell if she was more curious or perplexed.

She had always wanted her brother to love and pay attention only to her but… this kind of attention was not something she’d ever expected.

“I already said we’re not gonna do it just….I-I don’t wanna think about it right now let’s just….”

He stroked his own cock as though it were something he couldn’t help. It felt like that at the moment though. As though he needed to do this. 

Ashley would be lying if seeing him so helplessly sexually frustrated wasn’t amusing as well as gratifying somehow. 

“My god Andy….” She scooted even closer to him, her thigh practically grazing against his dick. On purpose perhaps. To tease him. 

“I never knew you were like that .” She giggled delightedly, which was some encouragement for Andrew.

“Heh…don’t act like you’re not, Ashley…” He placed a delicate finger beneath her chin to turn her head toward his, making her wonder for a moment that if something hadn’t held him back, he’d have attempted to kiss her. With tongue.

It made her blush as a certain idea came to mind.

Should she?….

Maybe just a little…they’re under a blanket, so it’s not like they can see..

“A-Ashley wha-what the fuck?!” He whispered with a sort of exasperated hiss.

“Hmph, well I’ll put your hand back if you don’t wanna touch it…” She said rather neutrally knowing he wouldn’t dare remove the hand she had placed on her ample bosom, judging by how his cock twitched and throbbed beneath her other hand.

“You can grope and squeeze as much as you want, but put your hand under my shirt and I’ll kill you, okay?” She said in that trademark devilishly sweet tone of hers.

“N-not so loud Ashley!…please!” He was getting to the point where he may not even care how loud she was though with her soft, round, perky breast in the palm (well it didn’t quite fit in his palm) of his hand.

“Holy shit Ashley that’s….” He snaked his hand down her back to give her butt a little squeeze before just letting his hand idly roam about. 

“Heh…all frazzled over just copping a little feel? You can go harder than that, you know?..”

His hand instinctively moved to the zipper of his pants. His cock, dripping with precum not over the touching, but what she said and how she had said it.

Ashley ran her hand along his length. Her movements, a little off, but not bad at all. It wasn’t what her hand was doing after all, but the fact that it was her hand in the first place that made it feel really fucking good.

“Why’s it so…. wet ..?” She remarked in a teasingly judgemental tone. 

“Ohhh.. g-god I am not gonna explai…t-there’s no WAY you don’t know why…” He mumbled, embarrassed. 

“It’s because you REALLY want it, right?” She said in what had probably been the most intentionally sexual tone he’d ever heard from her. Licking her damn lips, no less.

Andrew just sighed so deeply, it came out as a low growl before he groped her boob, nice and hard.

“Ah-haaahh-A-Andrew! N-not THAT rough!!”

His cock throbbed in her hand once again.

“Sh-shhh-shhhh!!” He hushed her harshly, then kissed her shoulder gently, before sighing into her neck to give into the immense guilty pleasure which in turn made her shiver with glee.

“Ohhh my god…” He bucked his hips.

“Ahhh…Jesus fuck that’s so good…” 

He kissed her neck again, sucking on it a little.

“Aha…ahh oh my…you’re not trying to give me a hickey, are you?” Ashley said, practically daring him to do it.

Something to mark her as his? Absolutely.  

No doubt their mom would figure something out though considering that Ashley never went out. 

Andrew was so worked up, he couldn’t even answer, just sighed and grunted as he fondled his sister’s boobs and relished in her occasional moans until he brought his hand down to jerk himself off with a pace and grip that he was used to.

“F-fuck….Ashley you’re so…god I wish I could just…fuck….”

‘The shit out of you.’ He managed to finish such a crude sentence in his own thoughts. 

Goddamnit. He never wanted it to come to this. He’d probably only be able to admit to himself at this moment where being horny in itself proved to be inebriating but…it was true. 

He wanted to fuck his sister. 

Not just that but… pound her, nail her, rail her…make love to her . He wanted Ashley. He wanted to taste her, hold her, kiss her, touch her everywhere. And be with her all the time.

The realization made him a little lightheaded and a unique type of dread that could only be described as something resembling nausea washed over him momentarily before he was brought back to earth with the sound of Ashley’s voice.

“My god…I’ve never seen you so horny before…” She laughed, delighted as she joined her hand with his to help continue to jerk him off. Eventually rubbing her hand ever so lightly against the head as he pumped relentlessly. Digging his hand into her breasts, pinching at the fabric of her shirt wishing desperately that he could just yank that top off and slide his cock between her amazing fat tits. 

“That’s…that’s really good…don’t stop…” He muttered which made Ashley beam once again as she shifted her legs, realizing that she had gotten pretty wet. Now how would he react if she just handed him a pair of her panties one day?…The thought just made her blush and moan softly.

“Ahhhhh fuck..…” He muttered as he came a considerable load, catching Ashley off guard before she attempted to slather his cum all over his cock with her hand only for him to frantically swat her hand away and yank the covers off them. 

“Ohhh my god…what the fuck did I just do?!” He held his face in his hands as that unique, clammy, dizzy panic came rushing back with a vengeance. 

“I’m….I’m sorry I just…” He was so mortified he didn’t even want to look at her as he stuffed his dick back inside his pants, disregarding the fact that it was covered in cum. 

There was no undoing this.

Ashley simply embraced him from behind lovingly. Resting her head in the crook of his neck. Gliding her hands along his chest as though to soothe him. 

“Calm down Andrew…it’s not a big deal…” 

Her boobs felt nice against his bac-

“Y-yes it is…g-get off me Ashley!” 

He yanked her off of him, the expression on her face that followed being one of deep hurt.

“Look just…that was wrong and….I’m sorry.” 

“Well, telling me to fuck off certainly isn’t a good way to treat me after you just put my hand on your dick and…”

“Well what am I supposed to do!?!? I just-“

“You could kiss me for starters? Come on Andrew! You really think girls like it when you just cum then leave?!”

“I fucking knew it! You don’t care about me at all! God, it doesn’t even matter if I’m your sister, I’m just a hole like everyone else!!” She was yelling now which wasn’t good, but crying too which was worse. 

“Ashley, no it’s not like that! And you know it isn’t! I-“ 

“Then why won’t you kiss me, huh?” 

C-c’mon Ashley, you’re my…..that’s.. too far I can’t do that.” 

“Ohhh so a handjob is just fine, but kissing is too far??” Ashley retorted, tears pricking her eyes.

“Fucking unbelievable….” She began to storm off only for him to grab her hand and lock his lips onto hers to kiss her softly and momentarily.

That wave of dread dragging him under once again as he pulled away; The long avoided realization coming to surface.

He loved her. 

He was in love with her. 

That was why he didn’t want to kiss her.

Ashley, although a little brash and dense could be rather perceptive at times which meant that just a gentle, lustless kiss like that might as well be a love confession from him. He was able to put on an act for most people, but he could hardly ever fool Ashley. And that might have been but one of the many twisted reasons why he loved her the way he did.

God he hoped she wouldn’t come to know it…especially if she wouldn’t take his feelings seriously and just continue to use him for…

Whatever she wanted, really. Validation or some other bullshit all while believing that he still fucking hated her apparently.

It was worse than being sexually attracted to her somehow. At least, as had been proven just now, that could be reciprocated. 

Unable to simply pull away, he drew her into an embrace instead. Taking in the all familiar scent of her dollar store shampoo until Ashley, who had clung to him just as well, broke the silence. 

“You don’t wanna do it with tongue?” Of course. Nothing is ever enough for her.

“Sigh…..fine…” Before she could notice that he’d been blushing, he took her face in his hands, brushing a few locks of her frizzy, dark hair out of her face then he went in again. This time to relish in the sensation of her soft, wet lips against his, before he pushed his tongue into her mouth which she welcomed hungrily, her tongue playing some kind of game with his. 

Damn…he came just minutes ago yet he was already…

“Dinner’s ready!!!” 

They were interrupted by the call of their lovely mother’s voice.

“S-shit...let’s uhh…” Andrew broke away from her, gently and flustered, putting his regular good son, caring brother persona back on. 

Ashley crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. 

“Ughhh can’t we just eat in here?”

Andrew sighed, his hands on her shoulders. “Not today. Dad’s gonna be home tonight and besides…I just want her to think everything is… normal. .okay?” Surely, no one knew but it just felt for some reason as though the whole world was gonna know. 

Normal huh? 

Ashley mulled over the word for a few minutes over their mother’s sad excuse of a chicken dinner. 

Of course her relationship with Andrew wasn’t normal but…who cares? She’d never once felt normal anyhow. If anything, what they just did had made her feel far more ‘normal’ than ever before. It made her happy, which was also something she had seldom felt before. 

That night things played out a little differently. For the first time ever, Ashley tossed and turned in her bed until she got up to squeeze in next to Andrew on the bed they had…done all that on just hours ago. The moment still lingering in her mind.

“A-Ashley?…” He groaned, half awake.

“Andy….” Was all she said as she buried her head into his shoulder.

“Please….don’t ever leave me..I don’t want you to leave me….”

Where the hell was this coming from all of sudden? Why was she being so docile and….pitiful almost?

“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight…I don’t…want to mean nothing to you..”

Oh.

Now he gets it. This is Ashley though, right? Surely doing that with her wasn’t gonna like fuck her up somehow? No, no. She gets like this sometimes. It’s..normal.

“I’d never do that Ashley…” was the best he could really say. Words didn’t help as much as affection did with her, so he held her tight, running his fingers through her hair until they fell asleep and woke up with their hands intertwined. 

It was hard to notice at first, but from that day onward something began to shift. Ashley had always been clingy, but now it seemed she couldn’t be left alone for hardly a second. 

Sometimes he’d come home to the sound of her practically screeching profanities into the phone directed toward his girlfriend. 

She’d never had nice things to say to her, but to actually call her was just….oh well. Better not to interfere with that. 

Beyond that, certain intrusive thoughts would come to his mind about his ‘dear sister’ far more often than ever. Every time he’d thought he’d gone a bit too far, she’d gleefully go along though. Sometimes pushing the envelope a little more herself. It was moments like that which excited him more than anything it seemed.

After having sex with his girlfriend, she’d want to cuddle for a while...

 But..Andrew would feel antsy for some reason and say he needed to be getting home. And whenever he’d get home, he’d shower then crawl into bed next to Ashley who was always warmer and softer than her somehow.

Maybe they’d hold hands or cuddle. Sometimes she’d even sit on his lap or he’d give her a peck on the cheek. And If his hand ever went somewhere questionable, she’d seem oddly…giddy about it. 

No kissing. And most definitely nothing sexual though. The two of them had silently agreed never to do that again. 

As Ashley had once said, herself when they were young, “If you don’t ever think about something and forget about it. It’s like it never happened.” 

So that’s just how it was.They never talked about it. Nor did they acknowledge or talk about their little moments that continued on either. 

It’s fine. Andrew would tell himself sometimes. 

We’re normal. 

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Ashley had been in a particularly good mood at the moment; enjoying her teasing of Andrew even more than usual as at least for today, it was more like a game than anything serious. He hadn’t been out of the house to hang out with that girl for almost a week now for whatever reason, so they’d had plenty of time to spend together whether it had been talking, arguing, or just being in each other’s presence in comfortable silence. Things have been relatively good lately. 

Andrew though was just asking to be bothered and annoyed by just sitting in the corner of his bed, quietly reading a book with that default grimace on his face. He may be her favorite person in the whole wide world, perhaps the only decent human being in her eyes, but that didn’t change the fact that she was still his little sister and annoying him was naturally just too much fun to pass up on.

Once she’d get to be too much though, he’d swat her away or even push her off, which would hurt at times, making her feel rejected, but at other times, it really wasn’t anything personal. No matter what she did after all, he’d always want to be by her side at the end of the day.

This time around though, terrorizing him under the blanket they’d been sharing had been different. She couldn’t quite explain it, but she had sensed a difference in his energy just moments before he grabbed her hand and placed it on….something warm and hard.

What the??

Did his hand slip or something? Geez, well this was awkward. No, wait, she could feel the intentions in that hand of his. This was completely on purpose.

As much as she felt she should jerk her hand away, she kept it where it was. Andy, her brother’s dick throbbing and twitching beneath it, a look in his eyes that she’d seen before but had mistaken for annoyance, she was now realizing had been…frustration all this time. Sexual frustration.

No way. It couldn’t be true. Did he really think about her like that?

Just like that, with this single gesture and look of his, she began to recontextualize numerous moments they’d had together. 

Those times he’d touch her butt; had they not been accidental? That time he walked in on her in the shower, just why had he been so…angry after all?

When he’d stroke her hair when they hugged, when he’d playfully tug on her ponytail he’d always seemed so..cheerful? Was it not because he loved her? Was it  actually cause he had been….

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

She finally asked him. She needed an answer.

“S-shhh…not so loud!” He whispered in her ear in some kind of panic, his breath tickling her ear, his cock still throbbing beneath her hand, getting warmer and…bigger.

It was…a bit of a pleasant surprise maybe. It wasn’t like it didn’t feel good and not elicit a response in her own body. Her heart was pounding, that was certain.

“Sorry…just….just a little, Leyley…” His hand was now on her wrist, urging it up and down his shaft, making him sigh.

She couldn’t tell if what she was seeing was adorable or disgusting. The way he’d desperately said her childhood nickname almost made her giggle, but the way he sighed, sounding all horny was just a little weird. It made her feel…responsible or something for him being horny in the first place?  

“I know you want to…” He urged her in this strange, sort of arrogant tone, pulling her closer in some kind of embrace.

Guys are just gross when they’re like this. The thought of him behaving like this around women and falling for their stupid, whorish feminine wiles had always disgusted her, but seeing him act momentarily as though she were a woman that wasn’t his sister- no, rather like he just didn’t care that she was his sister made her feel a unique sort of uneasiness and disrespect. 

It had been almost a week since he’d left the house to see his slutty girlfriend after all….

“You really are something you know?” She insulted him, yet kept stroking his length as though to add more effect to her words.

“Using your own little sister as another cum dumpster…” Women that he lusted over were just useless sacks of meat to him. To be on the same level as them was just…

“Ashley that’s not-…Jesus Christ, I am NOT trying to have……s-sex with you it’s just-“

He couldn’t have sounded more defensive. He was, wasn’t he? Who was she kidding to think she was too special and sacred to be an object to him? 

“You’d just use anyone or anything as a cock sleeve won’t you?! Well guess what? I’m not a fucking sex doll okay? Save it for your whore of a girlfriend!” She yelled, furiously swatting her hand away. He was lucky she didn’t slap him with it. 

She hated this guy. Her one and only brother. She refused to be as nothing to him as an object of pleasure. 

“That’s the problem….” He said almost inaudibly, then she felt his hand intertwine with hers, urging it down between his legs once again. 

“My ‘whore of a girlfriend’…” 

Isn’t you…”

His words coupled with the look on his face gave her chills.

“Andy?” She thought she had said, but didn’t vocalize as she had been momentarily rendered speechless. 

He pressed his groin into her hand, rubbing up against it. 

What?

What did he mean by this? Why was he reacting as though he’d been wanting this for a good while, meaning that she was so much more than just a hole, that he didn’t want to do this kind of thing with just any female but with her in particular.

Then how and why was she feeling the way she did right now? Was she beginning to feel a certain way between her legs because she was touching a dick or because it was Andrew’s dick?

“I…eh…don’t really mind buuuut…don’t you think it’s kinda….fucked up?” She never cared much for social conventions in the first place, but she knew he did and knew herself that giving her brother a handjob was well, what she said. Fucked up.

“I already said we’re not gonna do it just….I-I don’t wanna think about it right now let’s just….”

He stroked his cock hungrily, his bright green eyes boldly and shamelessly staring down at her chest, basically masturbating to her even if it had been momentarily.

She couldn’t help but admit that this was powerful. Seeing him want her. It was somehow more reassuring than those rare moments when she’d feel as though he truly loved her and didn’t spend time with her out of obligation. At this moment, nothing else in the world mattered to him but her. His words echoed in her head..

“Because my ‘whore of a girlfriend’ isn’t you.”

She was…better than his girlfriend! More important than she was. She knew it! She fucking knew it! And he wanted to fuck her more badly than his own girlfriend! It made her want to giggle or laugh, and it made her feel…a little turned on. 

Beyond curiosity and natural hormones, sex and dating had never intrigued her all that much. She saw girls in high school with magazine cutouts of male celebrities or whatever pasted on their locker wall with hearts around them and those images had made her feel nothing.

Any conventionally attractive guy, even girl she’d see, Andrew himself, or the couples fucking in that porn magazine Andrew’s friend had once left at their apartment that she didn’t doubt Andrew looked at too, did absolutely nothing for her as well. 

Being wanted though, being desired like this so desperately and by the one person she loved, this did do something to her.

“My god Andy….” She scooted closer to him, her thigh practically grazing against his dick, feeling its tip.

“I never knew you were like that .” She giggled delightedly, anticipating his reaction.

What if he were to suddenly pin her down and rip her clothes off right then and there?  But then again..what if he really didn’t want her badly enough to do something like that? She couldn’t tell which scenario would make her feel better or worse.

“Heh…don’t act like you’re not, Ashley…” He placed a delicate finger beneath her chin to turn her head toward his, making her wonder for a moment that if something hadn’t held him back, he’d have attempted to kiss her. With tongue. 

She felt her cheeks get hot, her heart pounding through her chest, her body a little shaky. Was this what it felt like to have a crush on someone? And the way he looked at her once again, so gently, yet aggressively and otherworldly. Was that romantic love? Was he in love with her? 

That would be great though, wouldn’t it? Surely if he loved her and desired her…fuck, if he wanted her to be his girlfriend, he’d definitely be committed to her, right? Why should she worry so much about the distraction of a sexually desirable woman stealing him away when she herself could be that? Everything would be okay then! She’d be okay!

Her face grew even redder as a certain thought came to mind.

Should she?….

Maybe just a little…they’re under a blanket, so it’s not like they can see..

“A-Ashley wha-what the fuck?!” He whispered with a sort of exasperated hiss.

“Hmph, well I’ll put your hand back if you don’t wanna touch it…” She said rather neutrally knowing he wouldn’t dare remove the hand she had placed on her ample bosom, judging by how his cock twitched and throbbed beneath her other hand.

“You can grope and squeeze as much as you want, but put your hand under my shirt and I’ll kill you, okay?”

One thing could easily lead to another and having a penis inside of her all of a sudden could be a bit too much. Not to mention painful. The most that has ever been inside there was two of her fingers at most, and Andrew was twice the size of that. 

“N-not so loud Ashley!…please!” He hissed, making her giggle a little. 

He’s so embarrassed! It’s just too cute! He’s so helpless like this. 

“Holy shit Ashley that’s….” The way he squeezed her boobs, then went on to grope various places on her body so eagerly though quickly reminded her that she could be the helpless one if he were to suddenly get too carried away. That in itself kind of turned her on though. That thrill. How weird.

“Heh…all frazzled over just copping a little feel? You can go harder than that, you know?..” 

She wanted more intensity. This was…this felt nice. Knowing that they could make each others bodies feel good. 

The sound of a zipper immediately made her turn her head to see him pull his cock out, a slight look of relief and excitement washing over his face. Man he was just so…horny.

It was hard not to touch it for some reason. It looked like it was begging for it after all and it, he only got more eager as she stroked him. She liked the texture though, it was just so smooth and…wet. Had he already…

“Why’s it so…. wet ..?” She remarked in a teasingly judgemental tone. 

“Ohhh.. g-god I am not gonna explai…t-there’s no WAY you don’t know why…” 

Haha! God, she hadn’t seen him get this flustered or embarrassed in a long time! This was so much fun!

The thought of licking the precum off sailed through her mind but was quickly vetoed. 

“It’s because you REALLY want it, right?” She had hoped she’d sounded sexy as she said that. Seducing Andy, oh my.

Andrew just sighed so deeply that it came out as a low growl before he groped her boob, nice and hard.

“Ah-haaahh-A-Andrew! N-not THAT rough!!”

His cock throbbed in her hand once again.

“Sh-shhh-shhhh!!” He hushed her harshly, then kissed her shoulder gently, before sighing into her neck which sent shivers down her spine. This is how Andrew acted when he really wanted to fuck someone, huh? He’d better not get this excited over his dumb bimbo girlfriend.

Ohhh my god…” He bucked his hips.

“Ahhh…Jesus fuck that’s so good…” 

He kissed her neck again, sucking on it a little. My god, he was going to leave a mark if he wasn’t careful!

Aha…ahh oh my…you’re not trying to give me a hickey, are you?” It would be kinda….hot though admittedly.

He didn’t even answer her, just continued to dig into her body like a meal as much he could with her fully clothed. Squeezing her nipples and her thighs, sometimes inner thighs, but mostly fondling her boobs. He really seemed preoccupied with her boobs. 

They were her most striking feature after all. She never heard the end of it once high school had started. It’s how she came to figure out how ridiculously fake nice and manipulative men could be in order to get their dicks wet, not to mention how spiteful and nasty women could be in conversation. 

“F-fuck….Ashley you’re so…god I wish I could just…fuck….”

Just fuck her? He had sort of moved her hand out of the way to jerk himself off while just touching on and staring at her. It made her want to strip for him if not for just a second. 

“My god…I’ve never seen you so horny before…” She laughed, delighted as she joined her hand with his to help continue to jerk him off. Eventually rubbing her hand ever so lightly against the head as he pumped relentlessly. Digging his hand into her breasts, pinching at the fabric of her shirt as though he’d rip it right off.

“That’s…that’s really good…don’t stop…” He muttered which made Ashley beam once again as she shifted her legs, realizing that she had gotten pretty wet. Now how would he react if she just handed him a pair of her panties one day?…The thought just made her blush and moan softly. 

“Ahhhhh fuck..…” He muttered as he came a considerable load, catching Ashley off guard as she watched in awe for a moment as the thick, whitish liquid just spurted out of his cock, twitching from the intensity.

Man...He just did that and she just saw that. 

Could nice to get his cock extra wet with some of his own lubri-

He swatted her hand away, yanked the covers off, then held his face in his hands rather dramatically.

“Ohhh my god…what the fuck did I just do?!”

He shoved his cock rather ungently into his pants, zipping them up. 

“I’m….I’m sorry I just…”  His body language had done a complete 180, avoiding her as much as one could.

She wrapped her arms around him to reassure him, gliding her hands along his chest in a rather sensual way to communicate to him that she didn’t feel as though he’d taken advantage of her like he was acting like he’d done. 

“Calm down Andrew…it’s not a big deal…” 

“Y-yes it is…g-get off me Ashley!” 

He nearly threw her off of him, tears pricking her eyes. Just how could he be so close one moment then so far away the next?

He had gravited to her just minutes ago, yet now he seemed to repel her. 

“Look just…that was wrong and….I’m sorry.” 

“Well, telling me to fuck off certainly isn’t a good way to treat me after you just put my hand on your dick and…”

God, she was so unbelievably stupid for believing there was any love behind the way he had just touched her. He had just used her like a sex doll after all, and now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he’d fucking throw her away. 

“Well what am I supposed to do!?!? I just-“ 

He was a fucking idiot for acting like he had done nothing wrong. 

“You could kiss me for starters? Come on Andrew! You really think girls like it when you just cum then leave?!”

She wasn’t sure where that had come from. It just felt…right after something like that? Perhaps she had been so convinced over the idea that he wasn’t just sexually but romantically attracted to her and gotten used to it already only to be left feeling deceived. 

“I fucking knew it! You don’t care about me at all! God, it doesn’t even matter if I’m your sister, I’m just a hole like everyone else!!” 

“Ashley, no it’s not like that! And you know it isn’t! I-“ 

She didn’t want to hear this.

“Then why won’t you kiss me, huh?” 

Answer the fucking question. Just admit that you used me.

She thought to herself. 

“C-c’mon Ashley, you’re my…..that’s.. too far I can’t do that.” 

“Ohhh so a handjob is just fine, but kissing is too far??” Ashley retorted, tears pricking her eyes. 

“Fucking unbelievable….” She began to storm off only for him to grab her hand and lock his lips onto hers to kiss her softly and momentarily.

This was…

This was like some bullshit she’d seen in a movie. The kind of stuff that she thought never actually happened due to humans being flesh bags of shit.

Once the kiss was broken, he pulled her close, her head against his beating heart as he held her head. She didn’t sense any lust in this. This was real. He really did love her. She should have believed in her Andy that he’d always be there for her, that he’d never just use her then toss her away like garbage. She could trust him.

“You don’t want to do it with tongue?” 

Somehow that lack of sexual passion was a little alarming though, or maybe she just wanted to feel that intense level of intimacy and validated by his desire for her once again. There was nothing like this feeling of being wanted truly and wholly. 

“Sigh…..fine…” 

And with that, he took her face in his hands and went in again. His soft hands brushed her hair out of her face before he pushed his tongue into her mouth which she welcomed hungrily, her tongue playing some kind of game with his as he pressed against her, getting hard again already. As long as he never experiences a kiss like this with that whore girlfriend, he won’t be going anywhere. Hell, he should definitely dump her no-

“Dinner’s ready!” Came the always unenthused call of their lovely mother’s voice. 

“S-shit...let’s uhh…” Andrew broke away from her, gently and flustered, putting his annoying, fake-ass  good son, caring brother persona back on. 

Ashley crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. 

“Ughhh can’t we just eat in here?”

Andrew sighed, his hands on her shoulders. “Not today. Dad’s gonna be home tonight and besides…I just want her to think everything is… normal. .okay?” 

Psh, whatever.

Normal huh? 

Ashley mulled over the word for a few minutes over their mother’s sad excuse of a chicken dinner. 

Of course her relationship with Andrew wasn’t normal but…who cares? She’d never once felt normal anyhow. If anything, what they just did had made her feel far more ‘normal’ than ever before. It made her happy and secure which was also something she had seldom felt before. 

The night was cold though and for the first time ever, she found herself staring at the ceiling.

Pathetic, really.

Now she was a whore. Exchanging sexual favors for ‘love’ isn’t that what that really was?

And what if it was all bullshit and for nothing? Not like he announced he was gonna break up with that whore that night or anything. He just acted ‘normal’ then went to bed after it all. 

What if he really had just used her? What if he thinks he can just use whenever he wants from now on? 

Is there gonna be a day where his girlfriend doesn’t put out then he comes running home to Ashley, making her a second choice and a second thought?

Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck everyone and everything. Waste of her time.

Still though, his touch lingered on her. It would never go away. She watched him cum and then he kissed her and if it were to happen again…it wouldn’t be bad actually. She wouldn’t mind. It’s okay. Something that actually turns her on.

God, the constant reply of that kiss made her feel so cold and lonely though. How could he just sleep so soundly right across from her after that?! 

Surely he was going to crawl in bed with her like on his anxious nights right? 

But….what if he didn’t?

That’s it, she’s not going to sleep alone tonight.

Heh, sometimes she’d just wake up to him cuddling her when she’d fallen asleep in her own bed. He’ll probably put his arm around her the minute she lays down next to him.

“A-Ashley?…” He groaned, half awake.

“Andy….” Was all she said as she buried her head into his shoulder, feeling weaker and more pathetic than ever before. 

“Please….don’t ever leave me..I don’t want you to leave me….” It was hard not cry.

“I don’t want to mean nothing to you…” 

“I’d never do that Ashley…” He said lazily before holding her close and holding her tight, stroking her hair gently to soothe her. 

It wasn’t actually often that they’d get in a spooning position, but for tonight they did, and she found out why over the constant poking of something hard against her ass. It made her feel a little hot too though. More importantly though, he didn’t let go of her hand for the whole night. He didn’t do anything weird with her. 

Of course though…

She. Should. Have. Fucking. Knew.

She should have known that nothing would change. He wanted to be ‘normal’ after all. So, he stayed with that filthy, ugly, stupid whore.

God it made her so angry. An anger she couldn’t even properly direct either. It was Andrews’s fault for betraying her, no, it was her fault for continuing to keep him in his clutches when what he really wanted was her!

Screaming at her, telling her to kill herself, none of that was of use either. She didn’t do jack shit over it. Just cried to Andrew so he could play the nice guy or whatever. What fucking scum.

Never. Never again would she let him sleep next to her or lay a finger on her after that shit he pulled! 

Yet…she’d let him hold her as he’d press his throbbing cock into her ass, sometimes moving around in a..certain kind of way or letting his hand slip down a little too low, never squeezing, but still lightly running his hand over her breast.

She’d sit on his lap too, or…blatantly flirt with him just as well. The more she did that, the more they cuddled, the more she’d see him looking at her cleavage or adorably flustered over her changing clothes in front of him, the closer and desired she felt by him and the more reassured she felt that he’d never leave her. 

Someday, they’ll probably go all the way. She may tolerate it, or she might just love it. She didn’t know how she’d feel, but either way, it was inevitable. Especially after he’d finally leave that slut girlfriend. He’ll need someone to have sex with after all and if it wasn’t her, it’d be someone else. 

That’s fine. Whatever. Heh, hopefully he won’t be a boring and disappointing lay. That’d sure as hell be lame.