Sarah's Choice (Part II)

[catiedon't]

Continued from Sarah's Choice thread.

Sarah watched her brother negotiate with the investigator and tried to reconcile the brother she had known all of her life with this new Shawn, so sick that he could dispatch one blackmailer with a few authoritative words while simultaneously blackmailing his own sister for sex.

Flashes of childhood memories shuttered through her mind… Shawn reading her bedtime stories when she was 5 and he was 7… Shawn comforting her after their mother died when she was 9 and he was 11… Shawn encouraging her every time she thought she’d never be able to nail a particular dance step or dramatic scene… Daddy loved her and would buy her whatever she needed (or wanted for that matter), but Shawn had been the emotional anchor of her childhood. Had he always been this ruthless and depraved? Had she simply never seen it?

Sarah was having a crisis of self-worth that threatened to send her into dangerous psychological territory without any help from a little thing like incest. She led a charmed life, and although she worked hard for her success, the fact was that it came naturally to her. Despite the many hazards of childhood fame, she didn’t find it difficult to be good- drugs and casual sex, the two biggest dangers to young stars in show business, did not appeal to her. And then came the night of The Incident. She hadn’t even been drinking that much, but it had been enough. And the guilt of what she’d done and the fact that she’d run afterward had been eating at her ever since.

Now, it seemed that Shawn, the person she trusted most in the world, was someone she didn’t even know. She was quickly beginning to realize that she didn’t really know herself, either. Had she really just agreed to be her own brother’s fucktoy for a year?

Shawn finally finished his call, but she found she could not look at him as he rose from the desk and began to come toward her. A flutter of panic hit her hard, rising up in her chest and breaking out in an involuntary gasp, and she lifted her hands to her throat and then back to her lap, to the arms of the chair and then wrapping them around herself as if willing them to stay still. She didn't realize it, but it was her “fight or flight” instinct she was struggling with, unable to do either. Surely he wouldn’t demand payment now, as in right this minute, would he? She found she could not imagine a scenario that seemed like a good introduction to fucking her brother. Not now, not tonight, not next week, not ever.

Shawn needed no introduction. He stopped when he stood within inches of her knees, which he noted were held tightly clenched together. He wondered if she realized she was doing that. He looked down at her, at her flushed skin and high, round breasts tantalizing him as she took shallow, panicked breaths, and he tried to tell himself he would be gentle with his little sister.

He reached out and brushed a stray strand of her gorgeous golden hair away from her cheek and then lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. He didn’t know what he expected to see, but the combination of fear, confusion, hatred, and barely controlled panic in those luminous green eyes was unbelievably intoxicating. He had always lived and worked in their father’s commanding shadow, chaffing at the restraint of being the son his father demanded. This was his first taste of real power, that look on her face, and he was utterly lost to it in that moment. Nothing else mattered but his possession of her, his complete and total domination of her. He would make her look at him that way for the rest of her life; he swore it to himself then.

He smiled down at her and ran his thumb over her full bottom lip… no dimples in evidence now, were there? He slid his thumb between her lips and was rewarded with a flinch as she pulled away from him. It was more than Shawn was willing to put up with, suddenly. He didn’t hesitate for a moment before drawing back his hand and slapping her, careful to land the brunt of the blow on her ear where it would make her head ring but not leave a lasting mark. Her head snapped to the side and she made a small, shocked sound that acted on him like an aphrodisiac.

“Pretty, pretty Sarah,” he said, grabbing her upper arms and pulling her to her feet. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will collect what is due to me. It could have been a tender moment, but I can see that you aren’t going to make that possible.” As he spoke, he was guiding her to the opposite end of the room, where a pool table and bar were the centerpieces of the room. She stumbled along just ahead of him, his normally graceful little sister seeming to lose control of her limbs under his firm grasp. They reached the pool table and he didn’t stop until the front of her thighs grazed the mahogany edge. She was looking down, as if trying to shut out the room and everything happening in it.

“Look up, Sarah. See what is right in front of you,” he said, almost kindly. She slowly raised her head and realized where they were and why he had brought her here. A huge mahogany framed mirror covered the expanse of the wall behind the pool table. She saw herself, trembling and somehow terribly diminished from the last time she had casually glanced at her reflection. She saw Shawn, standing so close behind her that if she took a single step back, she would run into his broad chest. She didn’t want to see any more and she closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes, Sarah. I want you to see this. Millions of people all over the world watch you, clamor for a picture of you, and you can’t even look at yourself? Open your eyes and see what they see,” he said, and reached up behind her neck to the simple clasp holding her haltered blouse on. Before she could register what he was doing, he had undone the clasp and let the blouse fall forward naturally, exposing her exquisite breasts to the audience in the mirror. “Now, watch Sarah, and see what I see.”

Sarah instinctively reached up to cover herself, but Shawn brought his arms around her shoulders from behind and cupped one full breast in each hand. She moaned, shrinking away from his hands, only to find that this brought her bare back in contact with his chest. She closed her eyes and wished she could shrink inside herself, having no other options, but Shawn chose that moment to pinch her nipples. Her eyes flew open and her back arched in response to the pain. He was pleasantly surprised by her reaction; he pinched harder. She let out a little scream, and her knees buckled.

Shawn took this opportunity to bend her over the pool table. She tried to push herself back up again, but he leaned in over her and pinned her arms to either side. He let go and she remained where he had placed her. She was gasping now, almost mewling in her shock and terror. He could not believe how hot she looked, still wearing her naughty secretary shoes and skirt, her bare back laid out before him like an offering. The fine muscles along her spine bunched and shifted, rippling like mysterious ocean tides under her smooth golden skin as she gasped for breath and tried not to struggle. If only the cameras could catch her in this exquisite moment, there would be no stopping her career. However, if they caught what happened next…

Shawn bent and slid his hands up the outside of each of her smooth calves until he caught her skirt. He continued his caress of her legs, bringing the skirt with him, until he had laid his little sister’s ass bare. A thong covered absolutely nothing, disappearing between her butt cheeks. The smooth round curves of her ass were delectable, and he leaned over and licked the cheek on the left with one long stroke. Sarah’s whole body shivered in humiliation and revulsion. He could see her eyes squeezed tightly closed, her small hands clenched into fists on the felt table top, and he suddenly could not wait. He unzipped his pants, his huge erection springing free, and used both hands to pull his t-shirt off over his head. He placed one hand on the small of her back and used the other to grab her hair and lift her head.

“Open your eyes, Sarah. Do it now. Now! Now, bitch!” he said, and she did, her face a grimace of pain and fear as he continued to hold her in position. “Brace yourself on your elbows. Do not take your eyes from the mirror, Sarah. I want you to watch yourself pay your debt. Do you understand?” He demanded, his eyes holding hers in the mirror.

Sarah saw what he wanted her to see but could not comprehend it. She saw herself bent over the pool table, her brother holding her head up by her hair. Her back was forced into just enough of an arch that her nipples brushed the felt top of the table. This could not be happening. She had made a mistake, but surely it wasn’t that bad of a mistake, was it? Was it even possible that the girl in the mirror was her? Almost dreamily she wondered… maybe it was some character she had forgotten she was playing?

Satisfied that Sarah was watching, Shawn wasted no more time. He grasped the delicate thong and broke it with a quick twist of his wrist. Tossing it aside, he reached down between her legs and found her tight little cunt, dry but velvety smooth under his probing fingers. He placed the head of his throbbing erection there, sliding it up and down the tender folds to use his precome as lube. Then he looked up into the mirror and watched himself finally take what was his.

One powerful thrust and he was buried to his balls in her, and nothing had ever felt so damn good. She cried out, animal instinct taking over all logic, and tried to scramble up onto the table to get away from the huge dick that impaled her. Shawn leaned down over her, using his much bigger body to pin her in place. He slid his arms under hers and grabbed her shoulders from the front, bracing them in position. He was deep, deep inside her, and he could see them in the mirror- his little sister’s face contorted in the most beautiful expression of pain and terror that he’d ever seen, and his face, almost delirious with the ecstasy of taking what he wanted, when he wanted it, how he wanted it. The bitch was his, and now she would never be able to forget it.

“Sweet Sarah, do you feel me filling you up? I bet you’ve never had it so good, have you? I know it hurts a little now, but you’ll learn how to be ready for me… you’ll take this cock like a pro… pretty little girl, you’ll make your big brother so proud…” Sarah soaked up every word he said, filing it away to torture herself with for years to come, and unconsciously beginning to learn the character she would have to play in order to survive this with her sanity.

Shawn began to fuck her in earnest now, finding a rhythm and pounding it out, slamming Sarah into the pool table with each powerful thrust. They were both watching in the mirror as his powerful body pistoned into hers, making her round ass vibrate with each thrust. He continued to hold her by the front of her shoulders, holding their bodies parallel to each other in a strangely intimate embrace even as he took her from behind. Sarah did not make a sound and did not fight what she now understood was inevitable. She watched herself, her breasts bouncing to the rhythm he was beating into her core. She watched her brother take the first installment on what she owed him, heard him grunting each time he drilled deep. She watched as he began to thrust more violently, watched as he came inside her with a visceral groan that seemed to echo in her womb. She watched as he collapsed over her, bracing himself on his elbows, his cock still twitching and spilling inside her. She watched, and she cried, and she hated.

To be continued…

[Erised]

great story, cant wait for the sequel

[rodsamson42]

Please continue. Great read. I would love for him to force her into a blowjob or to take part in a gangbang with a couple of his friends.

[Bad Man]

GREAT JOB !!

Might also be interesting to have her recruit a few friends into the deal too...

--BAD MAN--