My first attempt at smut. I really did not have the intention of this when I first wrote it, but whatever...Hope you enjoy. As always, don't be afraid to leave a review.
Dib didn't like displeasing his sister. It was one of those unspoken rules he had learned over time, after numerous beatings and abuses, that had become a standard for his entire existence. This rule, hitherto exercised by an almost unwavering loyalty on his part, had one integral component and precept which acted as the rule of thumb for any action he preceded to preform or carry out within his household or within the realm of their school: don't piss Gaz off.
He often bemoaned his plight at the many odd and out-of-the-way things he did to, at best, brighten her mood, and at worse, at least keep her from taking it out on him. Amongst a few, to be mentioned, were the carrying of her books to school when that time of the month had come due and she couldn't be burdened by such a trivial activity as carrying books, or the purposeful purchasing of a bark of extra-dark chocolate(which was Gaz's favorite).
While these tasks didn't burden Dib in any physical capacity, they had the unintended side-effect of making him, in more-or-less colloquial terms, her slave. That being stated, it was no wonder that his better instincts tore a superficial rift of insecurity in his gut when she stood before him in the living room of their house, in nothing but what she had come into the world wearing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, what remained of the little conscience he had not abandoned, told him that there was something advantageously perverse about this scene, that a line to be drawn, that he couldn't purposely choose to do something that violated the sanctity of his own blood like this. With a courage he had found only recently, he threw all caution to the wind. For the first time in his life, he broke the unspoken rule, and he choose to ignore it. Instead, he felt the twisted mechanisms of his mind's inner-workings delight in the spectacle of her fair skin, the nakedness of her breasts, the glow of lust in her eyes.
He watched transfixed, in an almost hypnotic state, as she floated entrancingly across the room to where he stood half-naked in his boxers. Her movements were like those of an Arabian belly dancer; swift, precise, tantalizing. She moved her body with such fluid motions that she became like this haunting specter that seemed to be moving around him, when she stood almost toe to toe, her bosoms touching his. This dance only served to awaken in Dib that primal instinct that lay hidden within him, and made him totally obedient to her commands.
He bit his lip and closed his eyes, not being able to stand the amorous display of his sister's bareness. Suddenly, he felt her delicate arms wrap around his neck as her lips came close to hers and embraced, their tongues swirling in the desperate passion of two adolescent lovers making up for lost time. She pulled away with a sensual ecstasy as she held him close. "You ready?"
He gulped, anxious with anticipation, and only responded with a hollow "Yeah".
She strode away from his embrace and casually propped herself on the couch and beckoned to him with the curling motion of her index finger. He nervously proceeded to follow her lead, using all the energy in his body not to spontaneously act on primal impulse and take what he wanted so desperately.
She laid a pillow in front of her womanhood and patted it with a forceful gesture, motioning him to lay down. He stretched out his lean body and cautiously laid precariously on the couch, his head resting on the pillow. Gaz watched this with a restrained coolness, a graceful air of dignity. Underneath, however, she looked on with a secret and contemptible satisfaction. Dib had grown into quite the body. His chest was well tone and fit, his muscles were lean, and his complexion as handsome as the best of guys. A pity, she thought to herself, he still had the same self-esteem and dignity he had from elementary school or he could have been quite the stud.
She ran her hand over his chest, feeling his muscles tense at the tenderness of her smooth hands. He was like a well fitted war-horse; his form just lean enough to get the best performance, while slender enough to get the best speed. As she glided over his chest, she felt the pumping of his heart against her palm. It convulsed with a heavy thud, a magnificent amount of weight which bounded from the skin. In it, Gaz felt the raw, untamed power of his form, the emulsions of desire within his soul. She grinned sadistically at the thought that this radial force, the magnificent power belong solely to her; that she controlled him, mind, body and soul. This sent ripples of unrequited pleasure down her spine to the very base of her hips, making her press he thighs around his shoulders in a lustful contortion.
As she rubbed the folds on his spiked hair, she was overcome with a fitful rage megalomania she had never felt before. She took her precious time. Dib was hers and no one else's and she relished in the control, the complete domination.
Which is why she took such great pleasure in whispering the a list of foul obscenities into the confines of his ears.
"Who is my bitch?" she asked mockingly.
"I am." he would answer back with a resigned tone.
"Who is my bitch?" she asked again as if she couldn't hear him.
"I am." he answered again with an equally resigned resonance.
"Damn straight you are. You like this don't you? Don't you?"
"Yes..." he moaned haplessly.
She sighed and chuckled under her breath at his willingness to capitulate so early. She softened her tone,"Do you love your sister?"
"I do."
"How much?"
"More than anyone else."
"Bullshit! Say it like you mean it!"
"I love you more than the moon, the sun, the sky, the stars, the earth. More than I could ever want anything else!"
Gaz yawned with a faked disinterest in his pleading. She loved messing with him. "Well, maybe I should go and put on my clothes then, since you're obviously not interested."
"But I am!"
"Sure, sure." Gaz motioned for him to get up as she shifted her position. Dib's reaction was just what she had hoped for. He sprung up from his place, but instead of gracefully bowing down as he had always done before, he was overcome with a bestial rage. His face inflamed, he pinned her down to the sofa and destructively forced himself upon her. Gaz screamed and punched and kicked him, but the monster inside had been loosed, the deep, convoluted seeds of dissatisfaction and humility strung up into a primitive outpouring of malice mixed with his desires.
In that one moment, he permeated all boundaries that stood between them and destroyed the venerable chastity of both. It was as if the entirety of his spectrum of emotions had given sway to ambition as he laid claim to his sister's virginity, and then had subsided in a wondrous bliss that expanded with each thrust, which was more forceful than the last.
Gaz's kicks and blows, in the meantime, had subsided as she enjoyed the fevered culmination with equal gratification. She loved the feel of that raw, undisturbed force welled up underneath him. Every advance made her heart pound faster with ecstasy. It was the delight she felt of taming this stallion as he rode her in one continuous gallop.
At the end of their expedient journey, they both fell, exhausted and drenched in sweat, into each others' arms, both panting with equal tenacity. Gaz rubbed his back, utterly speechless, with only enough energy to lay a kiss on his neck. There they felt bound in the presence of the other's love, and it was there that both of them fell into a deep respite of rest, arms still embraced around one another.
