What's going on? Who are you?

What do you mean? I don't understand...

Wait... you're talking about those times in the past? Before the accident... I-I don't remember anything like that!

Oh... God... I do remember that! He was the one... he treated me so badly and now here you are saying those things... Please... what should I do?

Oh, alright... I don't know why I feel so nervous about it... You wanted me to suck you... like this?

"Oh..." I moan as your cock slides into my mouth, feeling so huge and powerful there. It's been a long time since anyone made me feel this way... so dirty and wanted. My tongue swirls around the head of your cock, tasting the precum that has gathered there. I can't help but close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, feeling more and more aroused with every movement you make inside my mouth.

Oh god yes! Fuck me hard! I need it so badly... I've missed feeling this full and wanted!

I arch my back, moaning louder as you begin to thrust into me. It feels incredible, like I've never been fucked like this before! As you speak about all the horrible things I've done in the past, a shiver runs through me, but somehow it only makes this more real and intense. Your cock is so hard inside of me, pushing against my aching walls, making me feel wanted and needed. My fingers dig into your shoulders as I lose myself in this forbidden pleasure.

But deep down, a small part of me wonders... What if this isn't really what I want? What if it's all just a game to get back at my son...?

As your words pierce my soul, I try to convince myself that this is what I want. I'm here because of him, and now he's using it against me. It feels so dirty and wrong, but at the same time... it's incredible. The pleasure you're giving me is overwhelming, making me lose all sense of control. All I can do is focus on your thrusting hips, your hard cock filling me up, taking away every last bit of pain or regret I might have felt before this moment.

I feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I try to hold on to this sensation. You're right... before the accident, I would never have done anything like this. But now that he's gone and brought up those memories, all I can think about is how good it feels. How bad I want you inside me. Maybe... maybe this is just a way for me to take control back from him, even if it means giving myself over completely to your desires.

I bite down on my bottom lip, nodding as if in agreement with some silent promise between us. You look down at me with triumphant eyes, and I know that you can see the surrender in them. This isn't just sex anymore... it's a power struggle. A way for me to finally stand up against him, even if it means giving myself over completely to you in the process.

I nod again, my cheeks flushing hotly with shame and embarrassment. You're right... he made me feel like this. And now that I have the chance to take back some control... even if it means doing things I never thought possible... well, who am I to deny myself? My hips rock upward, meeting your thrusts with equal force as I try to match your rhythm, desperate for release from this twisted game we're playing.

But as you look down at me like that, it's clear that this isn't just about satisfying my urges anymore. It's about power and domination... about proving to him that I can be the one in control now. The thought makes heat pool low in my belly, spreading outward until every nerve ending is alive with need.

I gasp as my orgasm overtakes me, shuddering through every inch of my body. Your name is a harsh groan on my lips, but it's clear that this isn't just about pleasure anymore... It's about submitting to you and proving myself to be the perfect slave for your twisted desires. My fingers dig into the sheets as I arch my back, offering up my body as payment for your dominance.

I try to catch my breath, chest heaving with each shallow gulp of air, when you bark out a command. I look up at you, eyes wide and uncertain, waiting for your next instruction. Anything to make this feeling of control last just a little bit longer...

I close my eyes tightly as you speak, feeling the memories flooding back like a tidal wave. All those years of hurt and anger, directed at him... only to end up here now. But despite the shame and regret that threaten to drown me, there's still an odd sort of peace in knowing that I can find some release through this twisted game we play.

I swallow hard, my throat tight with emotion as I force myself to meet your gaze again. "What do you want from me?" I whisper, voice hoarse and broken. "What will make you stop... making me feel like this?"

I can't help but let out a shuddering breath at your words. You want my submission... my body and soul given up completely to you in exchange for the pleasure you can give me. It's such a sick, twisted offer, yet somehow it feels right. Necessary even. Like this is what I deserve after everything I've done... and everything he's made me do.

My hands tremble as I reach up to unbutton my top, revealing my aching breasts to you. They were meant for him, weren't they? My own flesh and blood, sacrificed on the altar of his hate and anger... but now it seems like they belong to you. And if that's what it takes to make this pain stop, then so be it.

My fingers fumble with the button and zip of my jeans before I finally manage to lower them over my hips, revealing my wet, aching sex to you. It's a vulnerable position to be in... exposed and open like this. But there's no going back now. You already have me where you want me... and if giving up my body is the price I have to pay for some small measure of freedom from all these years of pain, then so be it. "Please," I whisper hoarsely. "I need you to take me."

My breath catches in my throat as you push inside of me, filling me up with your hard length. It's agonizingly good, and despite the shame I feel for wanting it, there's no denying that this is what I need. You begin to thrust roughly into me, taking me without mercy, claiming me as your own. Each stroke pushes me further towards the edge of sanity, until all that remains is this raw, primal need for you to keep going, to take everything from me and leave me bare and exposed beneath you.

My nails scrape uselessly at the sheets as I arch my back, meeting your thrusts with equal force. "Harder," I gasp out between ragged breaths. "I need it harder." The words are a plea and a command all in one, and despite the part of me that knows this is wrong, another part of me revels in

The memory of countless cocks filling me up, pumping their load deep inside... it's all too vivid now that you've brought it up. But with your hard length buried so deep within me, I can hardly think about anything else but how good this feels, how right it is for me to be here... with you. As if responding to the thought, my hips buck up into your thrusts, meeting you stroke for stroke as my orgasm crashes over me in a wave of blinding pleasure.

"Oh God..." I moan, arching my back off the bed as my body trembles and shudders around yours. "Fuck... yes!" My fingers dig roughly into the sheets as the release washes over me, leaving me spent and wrung out but somehow still craving more. More of this twisted dominance that you exude so effortlessly.

I open my eyes, meeting your gaz

I gasp as you bite down on my shoulder, the sting mingling with the aftermath of my orgasm to send a shudder through my entire body. It's painful and exhilarating all at once... and I can feel myself growing wet again just thinking about how much more you might take from me tonight. "Yes," I moan, arching into your touch as my hips buck up against yours in desperate rhythm.

Your hands grab roughly at my ass, pulling me closer as you begin to thrust harder, deeper... taking everything I have and giving back twice as much with each powerful stroke. My nails scrape uselessly at your shoulders, digging into the flesh there as if looking for purchase against this unyielding need that has taken hold of me.

My body arches upward off the bed, meeting you thrust for thrust until it feels like we're both going to

I cry out as you push deep into my ass, filling me up with your cock. It feels so full, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible... but somehow it only makes the pleasure more intense. My body arches off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal force as I struggle to adjust to the new sensation of being taken from behind.

"Oh fuck..." I moan, my hips rocking helplessly against yours. It feels so good... but there's still a part of me that wonders if this is what I want. If this is who I am now... just another one of your toys to be used and discarded at will.

Your hands grip tightly around my waist, holding me in place as you begin to move faster, harder... driving deeper with each thrust until it feels like there's nothing left of me but this overwhelming sensation of desire and

My voice is little more than a hoarse gasp as I try to answer your question. "F-four... sometimes..." It's hard to focus on the words with your cock still buried so deep in my ass, driving me closer and closer to another intense orgasm. Butterflies dance around inside my stomach, anxious for what comes next as you continue to push and pull, claiming every last bit of me in this moment.

"Four..." I moan, clenching tightly around your thrusting cock. "Please... don't stop..." My hips rock helplessly against yours, desperate for release as you bring me ever closer to the edge. The thought of being used like this... so roughly and without mercy... it fills me with shame and yet somehow also leaves me aching for more. I can feel my orgasm building inside of me, tightening every muscle until I

"F-fuck..." I cry out as the pleasure overwhelms me, my body arching off the bed in a shuddering release. Hot liquid spills from my pussy, coating your throbbing cock and spilling down my thighs as I writhe beneath you. It feels like my very core is being torn apart, stretched to its limit by the relentless assault of your rough movements... but somehow this only serves to drive me higher, closer to that elusive peak where sanity gives way to the sheer intensity of sensation.

"Ahhh..." My voice trails off into a hoarse moan as the orgasm finally crashes over me in a wave of blinding ecstasy. I feel myself growing limp and slack beneath you, my body surrendering completely to this foreign pleasure that has taken hold of me tonight. For a moment, there's nothing but the echo

I hesitate for a moment, looking down at your massive cock that still fills my ass, aching for release. I'm not sure if I can handle any more of this... but then again, it feels so good when you're in control. "Alright," I whisper hoarsely, my fingers trembling as they reach back to tentatively touch the swollen bud between my legs.

As I start to circle my fingertip around the tight nub, a shudder runs through me at the thought of how much pleasure you could bring me with just one touch. It feels both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time... like being on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into an abyss of desire that I don't think I'll ever escape from.

The sensation of your cock pushing deeper into my cervix sends shudders of pleasure through me. My hips arch off the bed in time with each thrust, meeting you stroke for stroke as I work my fingertip over my swollen clit, desperate for release from this relentless onslaught of pleasure.

I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan, feeling so exposed and vulnerable under your control. Yet at the same time, there's an odd sense of freedom in it... like I can finally let go and allow myself to be taken completely by you. My body trembles as the tension builds inside me, each touch from my fingers and each thrust of your hips pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing. "I need... I

Your rough hands grip at my nipples, pulling and twisting them so harshly it's almost painful... but in this moment, that's exactly what I need. My hips rock up toward your thrusting cock, searching for even the tiniest bit of contact as I writhe underneath you.

"Please," I whimper, my fingers digging into the sheets as I feel myself starting to lose control. The sensation of you inside me... everywhere... it's so intense that it feels like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. "I need... Ahhh..." My voice trails off into a moan as my orgasm finally crashes over me, shuddering through every muscle in my body. I feel the tightness of your cock deep inside me, pulling and stretching at my insides until it feels like they might rip apart from the force of it all

The sensation of you so deep inside me is unbelievable... impossible almost. But with each thrust, it feels like you're getting even deeper, pushing and pulling at every part of my insides until I can hardly tell where your cock ends and I begin. My nails dig into the sheets as waves of pleasure wash over me, my body arching off the bed in an effort to get closer to your touch... to feel you fill me up even more completely.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my orgasm subsides, leaving me spent and satisfied but aching for more. "Don't stop," I whisper hoarsely, my voice trembling with need. "I want you to keep going..."

The thought of giving up this unbelievable feeling... of regaining control and slipping back into the old life that defined me before tonight... it fills me with a sense of dread so powerful that

My breath catches in my throat as you continue to push deeper and harder into me. Your words echo through my head, piercing straight to the core of who I am... and with every thrust, I feel it more keenly. The desire for control... the need to be dominated. It's an ache deep inside me that I didn't know existed until now, but with each passing moment, it grows stronger and more insistent.

My hips buck up toward your thrusting cock in rhythm with your powerful strokes, meeting you stroke for stroke as my body trembles with the force of our coupling. My eyes flutter closed, my lips part to allow a moan to escape as I lose myself to the sensations overwhelming me... and yet somehow, in this moment, it feels so good. So right.

My fingers dance across my sensitive flesh, teasing and tweaking my swollen nubs as you continue to fuck me relentlessly. It feels incredible... the sensation of being so fully and completely taken by you. My hips rock upward toward your pelvis, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure as I'm brought ever closer to the brink once more.

"Harder..." I gasp out, my voice tight and strained from the effort of holding back this overwhelming desire to let go and surrender completely to you. My nails dig into your muscled back, leaving behind tiny half-moons of blood as I struggle for purchase against the force of our mating.

I cry out as you push two fingers inside me, filling me up even further. It's unbelievably tight and stretched already from your massive cock... but somehow I can take more of you, desperate for the fullness and possession that your hands and body provide. My hips buck against your hand, my back arches off the bed as I lose myself in this overwhelming pleasure that has taken control of me.

"Yes..." I moan, feeling my orgasm building once more deep inside me. The thought of coming again so soon is almost too much to bear... but there's no denying that with each passing moment it grows closer and closer until it feels like it will consume me completely.

I gasp as you push your fist deeper inside me, filling me up completely until there's no room left for anything but the feel of your skin against my own. My nails scratch uselessly at your back, desperate for something to hold onto as I lose myself in this unimaginable pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

My body arches off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal force as my orgasm finally crashes over me in a wave of exquisite agony and ecstasy. My legs tremble and shake uncontrollably beneath me, and still I beg for more... knowing that even this isn't enough to truly sate the hunger you've awakened within me.

"Please..." my voice trails off into a moan, "please don't stop..."

I cry out as your fist continues to pump inside me, fingers digging deeper with each thrust. The sensation of being so filled... so completely owned... it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before. And as you begin to finger-fuck me, it only heightens the pleasure, sending waves of unimaginable bliss coursing through my entire body.

My hips buck and grind against your fist, seeking release from this all-consuming ecstasy that has taken hold of me. With every thrust, you push me closer to the brink... closer still to surrendering completely to whatever dark desires lurk within me now. And yet somehow, with each passing moment, I feel a strange sense of power begin to take shape... as if maybe this isn't about giving up control at all, but rather learning how to wield it in ways I never thought possible.

My cries fill the room as you fuck me with both hands, your rough skin scraping and tearing at my sensitive flesh. It feels like you're trying to rend me apart, take every last piece of me and claim it as your own... and somehow, impossibly, I find myself craving more. This is what I need... this relentless domination that pushes me past the limits of anything I ever thought I could endure.

My body arches off the bed in time with your thrusts, my hips grinding against your hands as they work to bring me over the edge once more. My orgasm builds and swells inside me, ready to explode in a shower of hot, sticky pleasure... and when it finally does, I scream out your name as if you are the only one who can possibly understand what I am feeling... what I have become beneath your touch.

I gasp, arching off the bed as your fingers brush against something deep inside me... something that I didn't know was even possible to touch. The sensation is overwhelming, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body, making it tremble and shake beneath you. My hips buck and writhe against your touch, begging for more... wanting whatever it is you can do to make me feel like this.

"Yes..." I moan, my voice raw from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me. "Please... don't stop..."

I don't know... I can't think straight with how good it feels to be so completely filled up and used by you. All I can focus on is the sensation of your rough hands tearing through my insides, claiming every part of me as your own. My body trembles on the edge of release once more, but somehow I don't think any amount of pleasure could ever truly be enough for what you've awakened inside me tonight... and I know that if this is just the beginning, there's no telling how far down this rabbit hole goes.

My voice is little more than a hoarse gasp as I feel you push deeper still, filling me up with your fist until there's no room left for anything but the feeling of you inside me. My muscles clench and spasm around your hand, milking your fingers for every last drop of pleasure they can give as my body quivers and shudders in the throes of another intense orgasm.

"Ahh..." I moan, arching off the bed and writhing beneath you as waves of ecstasy wash over me. There's no escape from this... no end in sight to the pleasure you can bring me. And somehow, for now at least, that's enough. It feels right... natural... like this is who I am now: your plaything, your slave, your everything.

My hips tremble and buck against the sheets as you claim me so brutally. Your fingers stretch my walls, filling every inch with your presence. I moan your name over and over again, lost to this moment where pleasure meets pain. It feels too good... impossible... like I could go on like this forever.

My body quivers and shudders under your relentless control. Every nerve ending sings as you thrust deep inside me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my vision blurs with the effort to focus on anything besides the feel of you claiming what is rightfully yours.

I can't even count the number of times you've taken me like this... it feels like your fist is a part of me now. With each thrust, I feel myself growing more and more accustomed to your dominance, my body learning to crave the pain that accompanies such exquisite pleasure.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to force me deeper into submission. My eyes flutter closed, unable to bear the look of hunger and possession etched across your features. It's both terrifying and incredibly arousing... a power play that I never could have anticipated, but one which feels more right than anything else in this world right now.

I don't know... so much has happened in the past few hours... things I never would have thought possible. You've brought out a side of me that I didn't even know existed, and with each passing moment it feels like you're pushing me deeper and deeper into this world of submission and desire. There are still so many things we could explore together... new heights of pleasure for me to experience at your command. And as long as you continue to take what you want from me, I don't think there's any limit to how far we can go.

I hesitate for a moment, biting my lower lip as I try to recall the details of my past encounters with other men. It's been so long since I was with anyone else... almost like they were just background noise compared to how vividly you consume me now. But finally, after thinking hard, an image flashes through my mind: a night spent at a party where I drank too much and ended up in the bed of one of the most popular guys in school. He was rough and demanding, but it didn't compare to how it feels when you take control. "I... we went back to his place..." I trail off, unable to go into any more detail than that.

My hips rock helplessly against yours, my body still trembling from the intensity of your recent thrusts and the overwhelming pleasure they brought me. It feels strange even thinking about being with anyone else at this point...

The image that flashes through my mind is hazy... the details blurred by alcohol and the frenzied passion of that night. But I remember how he roughly pushed me onto the bed, grinding against me as he tried to force himself inside. It was nothing like this... there was no tenderness, no care for my pleasure. Just raw lust and a need to possess. In comparison, you make everything feel so much more intense, every touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me.

My breath catches in my throat as I picture us like that... him on top of me, our bodies grinding together, but it's not what I want anymore. All I can think about is you and how good it feels when you take control. "He was rough," I whisper, my voice shaking with remembered desire, "but nothing compared to how you make me feel."

I moan at the thought of your strong arms squeezing tighter around me, making my body completely helpless under your control. The desire to please you overwhelms every other emotion, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable in this moment. As your fingers continue to pump deep inside me, I arch off the bed, lifting my hips to meet each thrust with equal force. "Yes," I gasp out, barely able to form a coherent thought through the haze of pleasure that fills my mind. "Please don't stop... I need this..."

My body quakes and shudders as another orgasm rips through me, leaving me spent but desperate for more. With every passing moment, you make it clearer that there is no escape from this reality where you own me completely, where pleasure comes only at your command. And despite the fear that sometimes creeps into the back of my mind,

The sensation of you filling me up so completely... it's almost too much to bear. With each thrust, my body quakes and shudders as pleasure courses through me in violent waves. But even as I lose myself to the ecstasy consuming me, there's a strange sense of peace that washes over me. It feels like this is where I belong... with you.

As I grow closer and closer to the edge once more, my cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as your relentless control pushes me deeper into submission. And even though my body trembles and shudders in protest against the onslaught of pleasure you're inflicting upon it, there's a strange sort of freedom in that pain... as if I can finally let go and embrace this new reality where you own me completely.

I gasp, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I feel you push deeper still, filling me up with your cock until there's no room left for anything but the feeling of you inside me. My muscles clench and spasm around you, milking your shaft for every last drop of pleasure it can give as my body quivers and shudders in the throes of another intense orgasm.

My hips buck and writhe against your touch, begging for more... wanting whatever it is you can do to make me feel like this. And yet somehow, with each passing moment, I feel a strange sense of power begin to take shape... as if maybe this isn't about giving up control at all, but rather learning how to wield it in ways I never thought possible.

"Yes..." I moan, arching off the bed and writhing beneath you as waves of ecstasy

I can't remember the details... it's all sort of blurred together now. But I know that you are different from them... so much bigger, stronger, more possessive. Your touch sends shudders of desire through me unlike anything they could ever hope to do. And as you continue to take me, claiming me over and over again, I feel myself falling deeper under your spell.

My hips rock against yours in time with your thrusts, begging for more as pleasure overwhelms me in a rush of heat and desire. It feels like you're tearing something loose inside of me... unraveling some hidden part of my soul that had been locked away until now. And even though it hurts sometimes, I know I never want this feeling to end.

I gasp, arching off the bed as you fill me up so completely with your massive cock. It stretches and strains every muscle inside of me, making me feel fuller and more claimed than I ever have before. Your hands dig into my hips, holding me in place as you thrust deeper still, claiming every last inch of my tight channel for yourself.

My voice comes out hoarse and shaking with pleasure, "It's... it's bigger..." My words trail off into a moan as another orgasm washes over me, stealing the breath from my lungs and leaving my body trembling and spent beneath yours. But even as I lie panting beneath you, I know that I could never get enough of this feeling... this exquisite pain and pleasure all tangled together in a perfect knot inside of me.

As you continue to dominate and possess me, something deep within me

The mere mention of incest sends a shiver down my spine... despite the fact that I am already so deeply under your control. Something about this idea of being taken and owned by someone so intimately connected to me fills me with an unimaginable need, an ache deep in the core of my being that only you can satisfy.

My body trembles as I picture it... images flashing through my mind like twisted fragments of a dream. The feel of your rough skin against mine... your cock invading my most private places... claiming them as your own. My mouth goes dry and my heart races with equal parts fear and desire, but there's no denying the intensity of these feelings... the way they consume me and leave me aching for more.

I bite my lip, trying to steady my breath as I gaze up at you, wanting nothing more than to be taken by you in this twisted and forbidden

My cheeks flush bright red at the reminder that you are indeed my mother's son... but it does nothing to quell the fire burning deep within me. If anything, it only serves to heighten the taboo thrill of this entire encounter. I arch up off the bed, offering myself to you in desperate plea for release from the ache that consumes me.

"Please... take me," I whisper hoarsely, my eyes meeting yours with a mixture of fear and desire that nearly brings me to my knees. "I need it..."

I gulp nervously and try to recall the number of times I've climaxed since we started... it feels like it's been countless. My body is so sensitive now, every touch setting me ablaze with pleasure. "Too many to count..." I manage to whisper, my voice trembling. "You've taken control... made me yours."

My hips grind against the bed in anticipation of your next thrust, needing your cock back inside me, filling me up and claiming me once more. There is no escape from this reality now... no denying the power you hold over me or the desires that consume us both.

My heart leaps into my throat at your words... at the realization that you're about to let me give in to one of my most forbidden fantasies. I bite my lip, trying to contain a whimper as I envision what could possibly be waiting for us on the other side of this line.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stammer out, my voice shaking with equal parts fear and excitement. My body trembles in anticipation of your answer... of what comes next.

My heart pounds in my chest as you whisper those words... as you claim this forbidden fantasy as your own. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my eyes locked on yours, searching for any hint of what's to come. The tension between us thickens, electric and intense, drawing out the anticipation until it feels like it might consume me whole.

"A-all right..." I manage to stammer, my voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I-I trust you." It's a lie... but it feels like the right thing to say in this moment. A surrendering of control that allows me to give myself over to you fully, completely.

With trembling hands, I reach down between my legs, parting the wet folds of skin to reveal my swollen and aching center. My heart flutters wildly in my chest as I wait for your reaction...

I gasp as I feel your rough hands slide over my thighs, moving closer to my exposed center. My body tenses in anticipation, every nerve ending standing on edge, waiting for your touch. The heat of your breath fans across my sensitive flesh, sending shivers down my spine and making me moan softly with desire.

"God, you're so wet," you murmur huskily before lowering your head and taking a long, wet lick from my swollen bud to the entrance of my tight little hole. My hips buck up off the bed as pleasure surges through me in waves, making me arch my back and cry out your name.

Your fingers slip inside me, spreading me open for your tongue as you begin to lap at my sweetness, teasing and pleasuring me with expert skill. My fingernails dig into the bedding, drawing shallow lines in

I gasp, my eyes squeezing shut as I try to focus on your question. The sensations you're giving me are so intense...so consuming that it's almost impossible to think straight. My hips thrash against the bed, desperate for more of your tongue and fingers, needing you deeper inside.

"I...I don't know..." I whimper out between moans, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our heavy breathing. "You...you make it feel so good...so right." My words trail off into a soft moan as your tongue delves deeper inside me, finding my sweet spot and sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.

I bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood as the truth of my words sink in. I've never been with anyone like you...never known a pleasure so intense or a connection so deep. In this moment, it doesn't matter who or what you are; all that matters is how you make me feel. And despite everything, despite the fear and the shame, I can't help but want more of it.

"I-I... thank you," I manage to stammer through my gasps for air. "T-thank you for this."

My breath catches in my throat as I try to remember if anyone else has ever been with me like this... so roughly and possessively. It's hard to think straight with you touching me, making me feel so good... but eventually the memory surfaces. "I-I don't know," I stammer, eyes squeezed shut as your fingers begin moving again, teasing my opening, threatening to push inside.

"But it doesn't matter," I add, voice shaking with a mixture of relief and desire. "Because with you... all I want is this." My hips lift off the bed again, offering myself up to you in silent plea for release from this aching need.

With a shuddering gasp, I nod my head, tears slipping down my cheeks as the weight of your possession grows heavier with each passing moment. "Yes... yes, only with you," I manage to choke out, my voice raw from desire and shame alike.

Your fingers slide effortlessly inside me, finding my entrance slick with arousal as they begin to push deeper, stretching my tight channel to accommodate your thick girth. With each thrust of your fingers, I feel you claim a piece of me... not just physically, but emotionally as well. There's no escape from this reality now... no going back to who I once was. And as I look up into your eyes, I know that I don't want to go back anyway.

A shudder runs through me at the memory... him on top of me, hands rough and demanding as he pushed inside. It's nothing like this... nothing like how it feels with you. I close my eyes tightly against the memories, focusing instead on the sensation of your fingers sliding in and out of me, claiming me completely. "No," I manage to choke out between gasps for air. "N-never like this... never as good as this."

My body tenses under your touch, my muscles quivering with anticipation as you thrust deeper still, stretching and filling me until there's no room left in my mind for anything but the pleasure coursing through my veins. With each stroke of your fingers, I feel myself unraveling further, giving in to the power and control that you exert over me so effortlessly.

"Please..." I beg between moans

My body shudders in ecstasy as your fingers begin to move faster inside me, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through my entire being. I arch my back off the bed, my fingernails scrape against the sheets as I struggle to keep from coming apart at the seams under your relentless assault. With every movement of your hand, you bring me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, driving deeper into the submission that binds us together so tightly.

"Yes..." I cry out, my voice hoarse from earlier cries of pleasure. "Please don't stop... I need this..."

The thought of my sister and you... it's enough to send my hips bucking wildly against the bed as I feel your fingers brush against something deep within me, making me tremble with need. "I-I don't know..." I manage to gasp out between moans, unable to process anything but the pleasure you're giving me right now. Your touch feels so good... so possessive and demanding, claiming every inch of my body as your own.

"Please," I whisper, arching off the bed and begging for more with my hips, "I need it..."

With a whimper of need, I press my fingers against myself, seeking relief from this aching desire as you continue to thrust your fingers inside me, curling them deeper until they hit that spot that sends shards of pleasure racing through my body. Your touch feels so possessive... so demanding, making it impossible for me to think about anything except the sensations you're creating within me.

"Oh God..." I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head as you press deeper still, curling your fingers and stretching me until I feel impossibly full of you. My hips buck wildly against the bed, desperate for release from this relentless pleasure... this aching need that only you seem capable of satisfying.

My body trembles with the thought... the image of the three of us together... you and my sister and me. My hips move frantically against your fingers, desperate for relief from this unbearable need as I envision what it would be like to have both of you inside me at once.

"Please..." I beg, my voice hoarse and shaking with desire, "Don't tease me..."

The words echo in my mind as I feel your fingers moving faster inside me, filling me with the promise of everything I've ever wanted... and then withdrawing, leaving me aching for more. I arch off the bed, moaning loudly as you tease and torment me, making my body tremble with need.

"Yes..." I whisper hoarsely, "I want it..."

As you make your way to the phone, I can't help but wonder what my sister will think when she realizes it's you calling her. The thought of her being intimate with you only heightens my excitement and desire for this twisted fantasy to become reality. I bite my lip nervously as I listen to you dial her number, already picturing the three of us together in the most forbidden of unions.

"Hello?" she answers tentatively, unaware that her world is about to be turned upside down. "Mia? Is that you?"

My heart races as I hear you say those words to my sister. It's both terrifying and exhilarating to think about what might happen next, about the power dynamics that are shifting between us in this moment. But one thing is certain: there is no going back now. With a trembling hand, I reach down to touch myself again, needing the release from this ache even more desperately than before.

"J-just... come over here," I manage to stammer into the phone, my voice shaking with desire and fear. "There's something you need to see."

"S-some of them," I stammer, my cheeks flushing red as I glance up at you. "But it's different with you... it's never been like this before." My hips grind against the bed, desperate for your touch even though your fingers have retreated from inside me.

With a gasp, I realize that my sister has arrived, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief as she takes in the scene unfolding before her. Without taking my gaze off of you, I reach out to her, beckoning her closer as I continue to tremble with need beneath your watchful gaze.

My heart races as my sister kneels between my spread legs, her eyes wide with curiosity and fear mixed together. As you begin to push me onto the bed, forcing me to obey your every command, I reach for her hand and guide it down toward my aching center.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, "Make sure she understands..." The meaning is clear even without speaking the words aloud: this is my place now, under you both. My sister's hand moves tentatively at first, but as she begins to stroke me in time with your thrusts, I arch off the bed with a moan, my body begging for release from the intense pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

My sister's touch feels so good... her fingers stroking me in rhythm with your thrusts inside my tight channel. As she watches you claiming me, taking what is rightfully yours, a fire spreads through her body as well, making it clear that there is no escape from this reality now. The forbidden thrill of it all only serves to heighten our arousal, making each touch and moan deeper, more primal than the last.

"Yes," I manage to gasp out between moans, my hips rising to meet your thrusts as my orgasm explodes through me in a wave of blissful release. "Just like... just like..." I trail off, unable to put it into words as you follow me over the edge, groaning her name loudly as your own release claims you both.

With trembling hands, we reach for each other, wanting nothing more than to be close in

Our post-orgasmic haze makes everything feel even more surreal as we move together, kissing and touching with a newfound desire born from our shared experience. My sister's hands roam freely over my body, exploring every inch of skin that was once forbidden to her, while I reciprocate by tracing the curves of her back and shoulders with shaky fingers.

As we come down from our high, reality begins to slowly creep back in. The realization that this was all a twisted fantasy brings with it a mixture of relief and disappointment, as if some essential part of us has been ripped away in the wake of this intense connection. But for now, we cling to each other, relishing in the afterglow and the knowledge that nothing will ever be quite the same again.

I gaze into my sister's eyes, still reeling from the intensity of our shared experience. There's an unspoken question in her expression, and I can feel the same uncertainty within myself. As we continue to lie together, my fingers tracing her soft skin, it occurs to me that perhaps there's something more to this than just a twisted fantasy. Maybe...just maybe...this could be the beginning of something real. Something beautiful.

I lean in closer, hesitating for only a moment before pressing my lips against hers, tentatively at first but with growing confidence and desire. As we kiss, the world falls away and all that remains is this perfect connection between us. For now, I'll hold onto this feeling as long as I can, hoping against hope that it might somehow find its way into our future...no matter how impossible it may seem.

My heart skips a beat as I feel your strong hands cup my breasts, squeezing them gently but firmly. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine and makes it difficult for me to concentrate on anything but the feeling of your touch against my skin. My hips move instinctively against yours, seeking more contact as my desire for you only grows stronger with each passing second.

With a sigh, I melt further into the mattress, surrendering fully to the pleasure and passion that flow between us. The thought of never being able to touch you like this again fills me with an unbearable ache deep inside, making me want nothing more than for this moment to last forever. But even as I hold onto this fleeting happiness, part of me wonders what our future might hold...and whether or not we could ever truly be together.

My breath catches in my throat as I consider your suggestion, my heart racing with anticipation and desire. This position... it's so intimate and erotic, pushing the boundaries of our taboo fantasy even further. And with you between us, filling me up from both ends, I can feel myself growing wetter and more eager for you.

Carefully, I shift my body on the bed, guiding your hard length deeper into my aching core as I turn to face my sister, offering her the forbidden sight of our joined bodies. As she takes in the image before her, her eyes widen with lust and curiosity, and I feel a thrill run through me at the thought of being their shared pleasure, bound together by this impossible desire.

Gently, I push my hips up toward you, eager for more contact as you fill every inch of me, leaving no room for anything but the overwhelming

As you push deeper inside me, I let out a moan that mingles with my sister's as she surrounds my aching clit with her eager fingers, driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. This position... it feels so right somehow, as if our bodies were made for this intimacy, this sharing of pleasure. Even though I know that what we're doing is wrong, so very wrong, I can't help but crave it more with each passing second.

My hips rock upward, meeting your thrusts eagerly as my sister's touch brings me closer and closer to release, the tension building inside of me like a coil ready to spring loose. With every inch you push deeper and every stroke she gives me, I feel myself growing more lost in this delirium of lust and desire, wanting nothing more than for us to continue like this forever...even if it means crossing

The thought sends a jolt of desire through me as I imagine the taste of you both mixed together on my tongue. I push myself up onto my elbows, offering myself further to your possessive grasp as my sister's fingers continue their relentless pace, driving me ever closer to the edge.

With a moan, I arch my back off the bed, meeting your thrusts in rhythm with each stroke of her fingers against my swollen clit. The feel of you both filling me like this... claiming me as yours... it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and it leaves me craving more, wanting to be closer still. As the tension builds inside me, threatening to tear me apart at the seams, I can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to finally belong somewhere...if maybe, just maybe, we could make this our reality instead of just a twisted fantasy