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Forbidden Fruit: The Little Sister

I’m Markus, and some say I’m a monster; a well-adjusted, financially independent monster, but a monster nonetheless.        
          
“Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.”            
― Oscar Wilde          
           
I learned from conversations with Hannah that her little sister, Rachel, was the sassy, rebellious type. She sounded like my kind of girl. As long as I was close by, it made sense to do some research. She was one year behind Hannah so newly arrived at the high school.            
           
Between Hannah and her mom, Katie, I was a busy man. Luckily, there was such secrecy between them about their illicit actions that there was no chance they’d figure out they were involved with two versions of the same fella. As long as I was infiltrating the family, Rachel should also be a possible menu item.            
           
The first thing that struck me as ironic was Rachel’s name meaning. It sounded like she was anything but an innocent lamb. Naïve, self-obsessed adolescent maybe more like it.            
           
Luckily for me, Katie had also provided Rachel with a cell phone so she could explore the outside world. I learned from Hannah that Rachel was a master at convincing her hateful father she was right in line with him while turning every situation to her favor, even at the expense of other family members.            
           
For Rachel I decided to adopt the persona of Jenny, the young lady who lived in the house where I rented the apartment. I could easily write her script and make her a believable character. When it was time to see her, I would be Jenny’s fictitious older brother, Daniel.  Yes, how convenient, and what is more enticing to a seventeen-year-old than a good friend’s sweet older brother?            
           
Rachel was a busy body online. She had social media accounts I wasn’t familiar with, but shared her opinions widely, and she was easy to find. It didn’t take long for “Jenny” to send her a glowing message about the following post.            
           
“i am a 17 yr old biromantic demisexual girl/they or whatever lol and my music preferences are rlly weird for ppl around my age smh, i get judged nearly everyday for listening to these “old grandma music” i listen to sum queen songs cuz it speaks to me.”            
           
This post surprised me. It seemed out of character with the family. She was an independent one for sure. “Jenny” would have fun getting to know her. Her photos revealed a conservatively dressed girl that would fit in with the family, but on some social media posts, she wore provocative clothing that must have been hidden away at home.            
           
Evidently she felt romantic attraction to guys and girls, so maybe this would be a way in if “Jenny” could make emotional connections with her. Who knows, then she might find Jenny’s older brother desirable. Daniel could definitely make an emotional connection!            
           
Jenny’s response to Rachel’s post: “so cool you like queen. my older brother got me started on them. love the rows of bodies on the song, i’ve got to break free! ”            
           
“Jenny” got a response within minutes and thus began a back and forth that I found exhausting. The pace was frantic, but texts revealed a young lady fascinated by all things sexual. It didn’t take long for “Jenny” and Rachel’s chats to come around to boys and girls and things they’d like to try if they ever escape their family’s heavy control. I had to exercise some liberties with Jenny’s character to keep up with Rachel’s deviant little mind.            
           
I said a prayer to daddy preacher’s god, “Lawd, thank you for making deviant little teenage girls. This is gonna be fun and fast! Amen.”          
           
Within a couple of days, Rachel brought up the idea of meeting Jenny. Jenny suggested that her older brother, Daniel, pick Rachel up and give her a ride to their home in Riverside.  Rachel didn’t seem put off by the idea so a time was set. Rachel would slip away from school first period and spend a day with Jenny. Jenny told Rachel she’d like her brother. She told him all about Daniel’s girlfriend without revealing any identifying things about Hannah. She told Rachel that Daniel was having his share of sex, and Rachel thought that was cool.            
           
Two days later at 8:35 a.m. I pulled up to the street next to the high school gym in neighboring Eastvale. Rachel pranced across the street like a little deer and hoped in without hesitation.          
           
“Hi, I’m Daniel and you must be Rachel.”            
           
“Yes,” she said, sticking out her hand. “I love your sister! She’s so cool and she says you are, too. I wish I had an older brother. Jenny and I like the same music.”            
           
Her mind seemed random and frantic, but I knew she was nervous. I put my charm in high gear and she rattled on as we drove through Eastvale toward Riverside.. I liked her because there were no filters. She was an energetic verbal teen unlike I’d met before.            
           
She was a small spitfire of a girl. Probably weighed not much over 90-pounds. She had puffy growing breasts under her white blouse and it looked like she was braless. She was different from her mom with long blonde hair and a thin, bony face more like her dad. She had the most beautiful green eyes. She had a cute way of talking ahead but cutting her eyes toward me to be sure I was listening.            
           
I told Rachel about my latest girlfriend and hinted at things we did without coming out and saying anything too revealing. I could tell she was fascinated.            
           
As we got close to my apartment, I said, “Jenny is getting a ride home with a friend. She may already be there, but I’m not sure. I’ll take good care of you.” Rachel laughed.            
           
I thought of an Oscar Wilde quote, “The basis of optimism is sheer terror,” and worried how to handle Jenny’s failure to show up.            
           
We went around back to my apartment and inside. I told her I could fix something to eat and drink. She said, “Do you have Sprite?”          
           
“We have some crafted ginger ale that’s good.”            
           
“Oh, I like that.” We never have any soft drinks in our home.            
           
While she sat at the kitchen table I poured us drinks and sat down. “I don’t know what’s holding Jenny up.”            
           
“It’s OK. I’m enjoying you,” she said smiling.            
           
I decided not to delay any longer. If this worked out it could be great. If not, I’d call and Uber and rush her back to Eastvale.            
           
I said, “I’ll turn on some music while we wait,” and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I was surprised and pleased that Rachel followed.            
           
With Queen playing loudly I turned to Rachel and said, “Let’s have some fun until Jenny gets here.”            
           
She looked confused. I leaned down quickly and gave her a peck on the lips. She blushed and laughed.            
           
“Jenny really is taking a while,” she said with a crack in her voice.            
           
“Yes, but I think you’re amazing and I’m glad we have a few minutes with just us.”            
           
I wrapped her up, feeling some resistance but not fight. With Rachel I wasn’t interested in taking a lot of time. I was hot on the chase now and my inner monster would be satisfied. I doubted that Rachel had fucked, but she’d dreamed about it enough.            
           
I pawed her puffy breast as I kissed her lips. She was red-faced.          
           
“We shouldn’t do this. Jenny will be her soon,” she said. “I want to meet Jenny.”            
           
I smiled and said, “Oh, but you didn’t say the magic word, ‘stop.’”            
           
She was quiet.            
           
In one stroke I slid her blouse over her head, revealing two puffy breasts with small, brown areolas. Her face had a mix of panic and excitement. I cupped her breasts and then pulled her into me aggressively.            
           
I took her hand and kissed it. She seemed to calm some and breathe easier. She had the same glossy moist fingers at her sister, complete with a silver ring.  
 
I touched the finger that held her ring. "That's a beautiful ring."  
 
"It was a gift from my mother," she said. I looked down into her green eyes and slowly moved her hand to my crotch where I was firm through my jeans.            
           
Rachel bit her bottom lip and looked away but didn’t pull away. I began to rub myself with her palm and knew she could feel me getting firmer. After a few moments, I noticed her body relax and her head leaning into my chest. When she looked up I kissed her still rubbing her hand against me. Our tongues danced and I wondered if she’d been kissed this way. I felt pretty certain she’d not rubbed a cock before.            
           
I saw tears as we kissed. I said, “It will be fine. I’ll be careful with you. You’re so beautiful.”            
           
A tear slid down her cheek. I wiped it with my thumb and kissed her cheeks to taste her young saltiness. My mind raced with desire. I didn’t see a seventeen-year-old, fragile and emotionally needy. I saw a sassy teenager who was made of beautiful flesh that needed to be enjoyed. She was the little lamb struggling at the door of the slaughterhouse and I would serve as the butcher.            
           
I could tell she was in a place of compliance mixed with fear. I push her skirt down over the small curve of her hips. Her skin was smooth and fever-hot.            
           
She still rubbed my crotch even though I’d removed my hand from hers. I slid down my jeans and my tool flopped out against her hand. She wrapped her fingers around and tugged gently.            
           
As much as I wanted her handjob, I wanted her pussy more. As I knelt down, noticing a teardrop on her breast. I bent down to kiss her young pubic hairs, listening to her fast breathing. Then I felt a teardrop on my bare shoulder and looked up to see her eyes squinted and wet. Her lips were moist and pulled tightly in a silent cry.            
           
My tongue struck home and I heard Rachel whimper. I pressed my hands against her buttocks to bring her into my face. My fingers roamed her behind eventually moving low as I continued with my tongue. I was pleased that she was wet and silent now, with only a hint of fear.            
           
I sat her on the edge of my bed facing my exposed cock. She stared wide-eye at me. I put my left hand on the silky smooth blonde top of her head and led her toward me. With my right hand, I pressed my cock against her lips. They parted, accepting my pink crown. I knew she tasted my oozing pre-cum.  She was as still as a statue with my cock protruding from her lips. I captured a mental picture of her and felt almost faint with excitement.        
           
I stood still and let her feel my heat inside her mouth. I thought I felt her tongue moving slightly. Quick learner. I like that.            
           
My inner monster liked today’s pace. I kept hearing him growl, “Enough already. Fuck the girl.”          
           
I rolled onto the bed and pulled Rachel to the center. Her skirt was halfway down her legs so I pulled it off and leaned down to kiss her. I paused to look at my prey. Thin girl with little breasts perched on her chest and slender hips centered with a small blondish bush.            
           
I rolled over on top of her and immediately pressed myself inside. She cried out but didn’t scream over the music. I went immediately into rhythm, her petite frame bobbing on the bed. I spread her legs and she left them limp there. Her stomach bounced to my thrusting almost as if being stabbed again and again.            
           
Her eyes were open and staring at me with a questioning expression. “There is no Jenny,” she said breathlessly as I pounded.            
           
I rose over her still pressing in and said, “Yes, there is a Jenny. She’s our make believe friend.” I smiled as if looking at a freshly slain lamb and thinking what a delicious meal.            
           
Horror filled Rachel’s face, but she could not move. I pounded frantically, basking in the taking of this prey. I heard my inner monster say, “Her mother, her sister, and now her; this was a grand slam!”            
           
My cruelest side took control of me. I pressed in with such pleasure and relish. I licked her budding breasts and kissed her lips now closed tightly in anger at my deception.  I was fine with that because she was accepting what was happening down below.            
           
When I felt the end coming, I rose up and placed my palms on the protruding crests of her pelvic bones. Braced on the firmness of her frame, I looked down at my firing piston. When I came, my cock bulged in repeated pulses halfway inside Rachel. I felt like a thief spraying the first cum into her small body. Then, with a couple of remaining pumps, I pulled out and spayed her lower stomach, rubbing my hardness against her.            
           
The sheets were wet with tears and saliva where Rachel's head lay turned to one side. Her lips were pursed firmly and eyes looked at the wall. I feared what might happen when she was released.            
           
I pulled away cautiously and kissed her hot forehead before spreading a sheet over her. She didn’t move.            
           
I called an Uber for her, and walked out, knowing the preacher’s buffet was closed and my servings were at an end.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 26th Jul 2021
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