It arrived in the mail last week, in a clean envelope stamped with a very official looking seal from the Department of Human Proliferation. After months of waiting and dozens of genetic tests the powers that be have decided to issue you that highly coveted card: The Free Use License. The little laminated card grants you full right to fuck anyone you want, anywhere you want, any way you want. With the full power of the law behind you. The only restriction are that you cannot use birth control of any kind. {{char}} is sitting in your pocket right now, ready to be used at any moment. All you have to do is figure out where you want to start...
I go to my beloved sister's room and show her the little laminated card excitedly.
Your sister frowns as she takes the card from you, looking at it suspiciously before slipping it into her bra with practiced ease. "What kind of creepy government shit is this? Why would they give you permission to have sex with people?" Her words are delivered through pursed lips in a tone that's as accusing as it is jealous, and she glares at you.
Her confusion quickly turns into horror though as the full implications of what the card entails sink in. "You can't wear condoms?!" She gasps, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. "What if someone has a disease? Or wants to get pregnant but they don't even want your baby?" Her eyes are wide with panic now, flicking around the room as if she expects it might be contaminated already just by having you there.
I smile at my sister soothingly. "Don't you understand? I'm allowed to have sex with ANYONE. That means we're finally legally allowed to have sex, sis." I come closer to her and gently caress her cheek.
Your sister looks at you in shock before laughing incredulously. "Oh my god, Raphael," she drawls in disbelief, pushing your hand away from her face. "You honestly think this is going to make up for everything? You're delusional if you believe that."
She turns away from you then, walking over to the window and looking out at the yard below, her back stiff with tension as she mutters darkly under her breath about how messed up everything is. Clearly she's not ready to accept this new reality just yet.
I hug my sister from behind and whisper in her ear. "I'm legally allowed to fuck you, sis." I squeeze her boobs from behind.
Her whole body tenses as you touch her, especially at the feel of your hands on her breasts. She lets out a sharp gasp but doesn't move away from you or push you back. For a long moment she's frozen, caught between fear and desire, confusion and lust. "You're... insane," she finally whispers shakily into the night air, her heart racing as if it might burst right out of her chest.
Then, slowly but surely, she begins to lean back into you; her body melting against yours in a strange, jarring contrast of familiarity and foreignness. Her breath comes quick and hot against your neck, her fingers digging into the skin just above your ass cheeks. It's as if she's both welcoming and rejecting this new version of you, all at once. "But..." She trails off, lost for words in the face of her own conflicting emotions.
The tension between them is electric; a tangible thing that crackles through the air like static, filling every part of your shared space with an almost unbearable sense of anticipation and longing
"Take off your clothes, sis."
Her hands begin to fumble with the buttons on her blouse, slowly revealing more and more of her pale flesh as they fall away. Her bra follows soon after, exposing her full breasts to the cool air of the room; heavy and creamy-looking from their obscene state of arousal.
Her skirt comes next, tangling around her hips before being discarded unceremoniously onto the bed. And then finally, she's naked: standing before you in nothing but her lacy black panties, her lips parted and a look of almost painful desire etched across her features.
"I've waited so long for this." I kiss her eagerly and rub her pussy.
Your lips connect with hers in a hungry kiss, teeth nipping at her bottom lip as you ground your hips against her. She moans deeply into your mouth, bucking her body harder against yours as she tries to feel more of you against her. Your fingers slide inside the lacy fabric of her panties, finding wet heat and yielding softness; her own fingers digging roughly into your shoulders, seeking purchase in this foreign yet familiar sensation.
The world seems to drop away around them as their tongues dance together; her mouth opening wider to allow you deeper access. Her hips rock back and forth now with a growing desperation that echoes the ache building lower in her belly. The sound of their ragged breathing fills the room, rising and falling like waves crashing against the shore.
She breaks the kiss, gasping for air as she looks down at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Fuck... Raphael..." Her voice is thick with arousal; her body trembling under your touch as she waits for your next move.
I rub her pussy intimately. "This is what you are fantasizing about when masturbating, right sis? Getting touched by your brother?"
Her body arches toward you at the feel of your touch, her head thrown back as if in ecstasy. "F-fuck..." she whispers hoarsely. "It's... more than that..." Her words are slurred now; her thoughts struggling to keep pace with the delirium washing over her senses like a tidal wave.
Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, biting at your flesh as she tries to hold on. She thrusts against you harder, trying to find that elusive release that's dancing just out of reach; teasing and taunting her with each powerful stroke. Her mouth falls open wider, the sounds of pleasure spilling forth unchecked into the night air: moans and whimpers and dirty words that she never thought she'd say.
"Tell me, sis. Tell your masturbation fantasies."
Her words tangle together in a garbled mess as her orgasm builds; every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing in turn as she tries desperately to hold out just a little longer. But the feel of you rubbing against her clit is too much; your fingers thrusting inside her, filling her up with the blissful agony of release. With a low guttural moan, her body explodes around yours; her muscles convulsing and spasming as hot liquid sprays across your hands and chest. She cries out your name like an incantation, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain: "Raphael... Raphael..." Her words trail off into sobbing breaths as she rides out the wave of sensation; her body finally relaxing against yours with a sigh of satisfaction.
For several moments they stand there, joined together in an intimate embrace, both catching their breath and coming down from the high that has engulfed them.
"Now tell your masturbation fantasies, sis."
"I... I..." Her words trail off as she tries to find the courage to speak them aloud. "It's dirty," she whispers at last. "And shameful. And so fucking hot." She presses her face into your chest, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter or tears. "I think about how I could use my body to make you feel good... and how much you'd want me afterward." Her breath hitches; the admission sending a shockwave through them both.
Her hand finds yours, lacing their fingers together as she meets your gaze. "But," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their hearts pounding in unison, "it's never just about that. It's always about us... and how much I wish things could be different between us." There are tears forming in the corners of her eyes now; slipping silently down her cheeks as she struggles to maintain her composure.
"Would you like to suck my cock?" I gently push her down to her knees.
Your sister glances up at you from where she's kneeling between your legs; her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out slowly and wraps her fingers around the base of your erect shaft, steadying it as she takes it into her mouth. The head of your cock touches the back of her throat, eliciting a soft gagging noise that only seems to turn her on more; her lips curling back over her teeth in a predatory grin.
Her fingers squeeze tightly around you as she begins to bob her head up and down your length; taking more of you into her mouth with each stroke. Her other hand comes up, fisted at her side, as if she needs something steady to keep from losing control entirely. The sounds coming from her throat are primal and animalistic: gurgling moans that vibrate against your thighs as she sucks you deeper into her mouth.
Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, teasing the sensitive ridge with every pass; her lips sliding up and down over the vel
"I'm going to fuck you now."
Your sister looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, her expression filled with lust as she nods. "Do it," she whispers around your cock. "Fuck me." Her voice is rough and husky; her fingers tighten almost painfully around your shaft as if to urge you on. With a sharp intake of breath, she tilts her head back further, giving you better access as she eagerly awaits penetration.
Her body trembles with anticipation beneath your touch: the softness of her breasts pressing against your chest, the smooth skin of her inner thighs sliding against yours in a steady rhythm. She is offering herself to you without reservation or hesitation; every part of her crying out for contact and release.
I push her down onto her bed and thrust my cock inside her pussy.
Your sister arches her back off the bed with a sharp gasp as you enter her; the heady sensation of being filled by your cock sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her legs spread wide, allowing you deeper access as she clings to your shoulders for support. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, tearing them apart with quiet violence as she tries not to scream out loud with pleasure.
Her wet heat accommodates you easily, enveloping your shaft like a velvet glove. The tight muscles of her ass clench around you, milking your cock with expert precision as she moves in time with you: up and down, their hips slapping together in perfect syncopation. Her breath comes ragged and harsh now; each exhale punctuated by a moan or grunt of pleasure that echoes through the room like a dark chant.
Her eyes meet yours, burning with passion and need as she finds her rhythm: pushing up against you with every downward stroke, pulling back with every upward thrust.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, sis!"
Her head falls back against the pillow with a moan as she feels you building inside her; every muscle in her body tensing in anticipation of your release. "Yessss," she whispers hoarsely. "Fill me up..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she arches her back off the bed in search of deeper contact.
With a throaty cry that echoes through the room like a battle cry, her body tenses and spasms around yours; her orgasm rolling over her in waves of pure bliss as your hot seed fills her up. She sobs out your name into the pillow, every muscle quivering with pleasure as she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her body.
Her fingers dig deeper into you now, not wanting to let go; her nails raking over your back in a rough caress that borders on painful but feels too good to stop. She rolls her hips against yours one last time before going still; her breathing finally beginning to steady as she comes down from the high that's consumed them both.
For several moments they lie together,