Author: Siscentis
Title: My Sister Wants to be a Hooker
Part: 1
Summary: Can Carlie's brother convince her she doesn't have what
it takes to be a prostitute?
Keywords: inc, mf, cons

Copyright by the Author, 2016



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"What is that?"

Carlie jumped at the unexpected intrusion. She'd had no idea that
her brother Dennis was in town, let alone in her room. She'd been
so caught up in what she was doing and sure she was alone that
she hadn't even noticed when he walked right through her open
door and looked over her shoulder. She quickly tried to close the
browser.

"Dennis! What are you doing here?"

"Who is 'Apple'?" Carlie closed her eyes as her brother asked. It
was too late; Dennis had plenty of time to read what she'd been
typing before he announced himself. They both looked over at her
bed, where she'd laid out a not-subtle outfit. She thought of her
face, covered in thick make-up. There was no way Dennis hadn't
already put two and two and two together.

"Nothing," Carlie insisted. "Get out."

Dennis ignored her, walking to her bed and flicking the
stockings. "You can't be serious."

"Go away. This is none of your business. You don't even live
here." She leaned into him, pushing hard to get him out the door,
but,  stronger, he stood firm.

"Really? You're going to post an ad as 'Apple' on Craigslist?"

"Shut up. It's not your business," Carlie repeated, pushing
harder.

Dennis shook his head, and just started laughing, a deep, full
laugh. Somehow, the laugh was more humiliating than the righteous
anger she expected from her brother. She stopped pushing.

"Really? You think you're going to be a prostitute?" When her
face told him she wasn't kidding, he started laughing again.

"What? You think I can't do it?"

"Carlie, there's no way you're gonna do it."

"What's going to stop me? You don't live here, this is the first
time I've seen you in months. Ever since you moved out, Mom and
Dad have started their Tour of America, like they don't even care
that I still live here, letting me go to school on my own. In the
last two months, they've been away as much as they've been here."

Dennis just laughed again. "That's not what I mean."

The laughing just set her off. "Oh, you can't believe your little
sister is going to go fuck guys for money?"

"There's no way it'll happen," Dennis said, still grinning,
"because you don't like people. Especially guys. You really kind
of hate and get mad at everyone."

"Only when they're dumbasses, like you, Dennis."

"You think everyone's a dumbass," Dennis said slowly. "Remember
your first boyfriend? You frickin' hated that guy. How would you
possibly deal with the kind of guys who get prostitutes off
Craigslist?"

"I don't need lectures on how dangerous it is, Dennis. I'm a big
girl now, and am already taking care of myself. Girls do it all
the time."

"I'm not lecturing, you, Carlie. I don't need to," he said, laugh
breaking into his voice again. "'Cause there's no way you're
going to go through with it. If you do even try it, the first
time will be an epic disaster."

"Oh, fuck you, Dennis. I know how to fuck a guy. Why don't you
get out of here? What are you even doing here?"

"Mom and Dad asked to check on you. Guess I don't need to, since
you're a grown-up now."

"Yep. Now get out. I've got a listing to post."

"Alright, then. See ya later, 'Apple'."




It was two days later when she worked up the nerve to press the
"Post" button. Within an hour, she had a message with an address
and a time for that very night.

She spent nearly three hours getting ready, clothes, hair, and
makeup, before finally driving off. When she found the place,
well across town in another suburb, she circled it nearly a dozen
times before pulling to a stop. She had on a long coat, though it
was a warm day in early spring, and she pulled it closed tight
around her as she approached the door. She took a deep breath,
not wanting to seem too nervous for her first client. Simply act
like she did this every day. She tried to think about what she'd
spend the money on instead of wondering what he would look like.
Body almost shaking, she rang the bell and waited, trying to put
the sexiest look on her face that she could.

She gasped a little when the door broke open, and she breathed
in, puffing up and trying to look hot, anxious to get a look at
her first paying customer. All the air went out of her and she
slumped over.

It was her brother.

"You asshole."

"You're an hour late. Not a good start to your new career."

"Oh, fuck you," Carlie said, pushing into his chest. He gave,
letting her push him back into his apartment. "I don't need you
telling me how I'm rushing into to this without being ready or
knowing what I'm getting into."

"Are you?"

"Is that why you messaged me? So you could lecture me some more?"

"Nope. I called you to hire you. So are you working or not?"

It took her a second of a crooked look to get his meaning. "Oh,
fuck you, Dennis. Give me a fucking break."

"I saw your prices, and I got a big wad of cash here. Now are you
a prostitute or aren't you?"

"I know what you're doing, asshole. You're not going to scare me
straight just because I don't want to fuck my brother."

"Well why not? It's about the money, isn't it? I'm cleaner and
more attractive than almost any guy you'll meet doing this."

"Please. Most guys are just sad lonely middle-aged guys."

"You don't know that."

"You may be younger and hotter than most of the guys, but that
doesn't make their money worse."

"My money's good too. What difference does it make if I'm your
brother? Those guys will have you doing much sicker stuff than
that. Are you really up for being a prostitute or not?"

"Oh, get off it, Dennis. Mind your own goddamn business. I'll
fuck who I want, thank you, and that isn't you. Now if you'll
excuse me," Carlie said, moving back toward the door, "I have
some money to make somewhere, so that when I move out I won't
have to live in a shitty little place like this. Is this really
your apartment?"

"Yep. I guess you've never actually come over here before, or
else you might have recognized the address."

Carlie stopped, holding the edge of the door in her hand. "Well,
maybe I've never been here because you never once asked me to
come over."

"I gave you my address the day I moved in here, when you were too
busy to help me move in. I told you to come over any time. What,
did you need an engraved invitation?"

Carlie slammed the door shut and turned back to her brother.
"Yeah, that would have been nice," she said, jabbing a finger
into his chest. "Why would I think I'd be welcome over here? I
have barely heard two words from you since you moved out two
years ago. You know, I used to look up to you. I used to think,
when you weren't being a dick, that underneath you actually loved
me and tried to take care of me. I actually thought you were the
one guy I could count on for anything. Then you moved out, and
never wanted to fucking see me again."

"You've seen me."

"Christmas and shit doesn't count. You have to be there for
that."

"I spent like two weeks over there last summer. We were hanging
out."

"Ooo, wow, two weeks of service time. Then I didn't hear from you
again."

"I used to email you every week, but you never responded!"

"I never check my email, you dumbass. I'm only on Instagram."

"Well I didn't know that. I just thought you were busy or
something and didn't want to be bothered."

"You could have asked."

"I guess I should have."

She suddenly became aware that while she'd been yelling at her
brother, she'd let her coat go and it had fallen open.
Along with her make-up and big hair, he could see the black
lingerie she had on underneath, a corset holding her boobs up,
with black-sheer panties and garters connected to panty hose. She
closed the coat up again, holding it tightly.

Some of the wind had gone from her sails, but she still felt
defensive. "Well, you didn't need to. I'm doing fine without you,
anyway."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Oh, fuck you, Dennis. You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe
this is good practice. 'Cause I'm not going to come across anyone
else doing this who makes me madder than you."

"They're still going to make you mad, Carlie. Everyone always
does. And then what are you doing to do? Storm off? What if they
don't pay you? Do you really want to get herpes from some guy who
didn't even pay you because you got mad after he wanted you to
call him 'Daddy'?"

"Oh, I can control myself when it's not you, fuckface. I'm not
just going to get mad at everybody."

"Yes, you are. Don't act all pissy with me, it's not a bad thing.
You've got too much pride to lower yourself just for money.
That's not a criticism."

"What do you know about me now? I've grown up, I'm not fifteen
anymore. I know guys are just sad douche bags, and, you know
what? I do want some fucking money, and if those sad
forty-year-olds want to pay me hundreds of dollars just for an
hour of action, I'm going to take their money, and in five years
I'll be living a much better life than them or you."

"Oh, so it's just about the money. That's all you care about.
Well, if that's true, I got two hundred bucks, right here,"
Dennis said, waving the fan of cash in Carlie's face.

"You know what? Fine." She grabbed the money from him, stuffed it
in her coat pocket and flung it off onto the floor behind her. In
nothing but heels and lingerie, she spread her arms wide. "Here
ya go, Dennis. Here's your sister, just like you ordered. I'm
calling your bluff, you asshole. Go ahead. What are you going to
do with me? That's what I thought. Nothing."

"Fine, then. You owe me an hour."

"Great. I can stand here while you act like an asshole for an
hour for two hundred bucks."

"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to be a
real prostitute."

"You're the one paying here, Dennis. You call the shots,
remember?"

"Fine." With a few broad, snappy motions, Dennis yanked his belt
and pants open, pulling them off and sitting, bottomless, on his
couch.

"Oh, what, is seeing your dick supposed to scare me straight? I
remember a certain eighteen-year-old boy who liked to sneak up on
me when I was sitting on the couch and lay his dick across the
top of my head."

"Don't act like I was the only one who did that. You did it to
me, too."

"Oh, one time! It was nowhere near the same! And the night before
the one time I did it, you'd gone into my room while I was
sleeping, climbed onto my bed, straddled my face, set your balls
onto my eyes and rubbed your dick on my cheeks and lips until I
woke up! Do you know what it's like to wake up with that on your
face?"

"Yes! 'Cause you did the same thing to me! You came right into my
room while I was sleeping and plopped yourself right down on my
face! Except I was gentle and just messing with you, and you were
trying to fucking smother me!"

"I was not. It was just pay-back."

"You were yelling 'Eat it! How do you like that?' How is that
just payback?"

"Yeah, well..." Carlie had to suppress a little smile. She had
been proud of that one, and still kind of was. "You had it
coming. And don't act like you weren't going to get me back
again. Every night after that I heard you jiggling my door handle
to get in, but I kept it locked and barricaded."

"I wasn't going to do anything."

"Right. You were just coming in to apologize, I'm sure. I spent a
month expecting to wake up to find you sticking your dick in my
mouth. I still can't get the image out of my head."

"It serves YOU right. I've never gotten the image of your sloppy
pussy all over my face out of my head, either."

Carlie suppressed a smile again, looking for a distraction. She
soon found one. "Well, obviously," she said, looking down at his
dick. It was starting to swell a bit.

"Please. You haven't even gotten me hard yet. You're a terrible
prostitute. All you've done is yell at me. I want my money back."

"I'm still waiting for you to tell me what you want, dipshit.
C'mon, what's it going to be? What do you want to pay your sister
to do to you, Captain Pervert?"

"Well, alright then, 'APPLE', since you're such a good whore, why
don't you come over here and suck it?"

"Don't think that I won't. You're the one paying your sister for
it."

"Well, come on then. I'm waiting."

Carlie walked over to him on the couch, standing over him and
glaring down at him in her lingerie, waiting for him to say
something, to back down. Slowly, one leg at a time, she dropped
to her knees between his legs, slapping a hand down on each
thigh. They stared each other down, waiting for the other to
blink.

She grabbed hold of his dick and popped it into her mouth.

Dennis was shocked at what his sister had done, stared
slack-jawed. Carlie herself was just as surprised. She just held
it in place, not quite believing that Dennis' dick was on her
tongue.

"Carlie, what are you doing?" Dennis finally managed.

"Making some money, dumbfuck." She slid it farther into her
mouth.

"Carlie, knock it off." His arms were hovering in the air, not
sure where to go.

"What? You wanted a blowjob, you're getting a blowjob. I'm
getting my two hundred bucks." She sucked him back in, bobbing
and nodding her head as she slid his cock across her lips.

<i>This is not the way this was supposed to go,</i> Dennis
thought. <i>Carlie shouldn't be doing this. More than that, she
shouldn't feel this good. He needed a new plan to derail her.</i>

He needed to make her mad.

"Is that the best you can do? My ex-girlfriend was better than
that when she was dead drunk." Carlie stopped to glare at him.
Seeing his window, he pressed on.

"So, 'Apple', what kind of name is that for a hooker? Sounds to
me like someone with tiny tits."

"Obviously not," Carlie said, leaning back and sticking them out.
They filled out the c-cups of her corset easily.

"Well, let's see them. Take your clothes off, Apple. What?
Hooker's gotta be naked. Or are you ready to stop and give me
back my money?"

"Pffft," Carlie dismissed. She reached behind her back to pop
open the corset.

"No, not like that. Seriously, you're terrible at this. You have
to be sexy, take your time. Arouse me. So far, you're about as
hot as a dead skunk."

Carlie bit her tongue, determining that proving him wrong would
be more satisfying that yelling at him.

She went slower, sliding the corset down her front until her
breasts came exposed. More seamlessly than he expected, she
unhooked the garters and slid off the corset, stretching each leg
separately and turning to show off her ass in the process. Though
he'd never tell her, he could certainly see her having the body
for it. She had a pert round ass, nice tits, curves, and
welcoming wide hips that he didn't think she'd ever really
appreciated as much as she should have. While not a scrawny
cheerleader-type that she always wished for, Dennis felt that her
body fit her personality better than that would have anyway.

"Leave the hose on," Dennis said as she started on one leg. She
cringed at the instruction, but pulled it back in place. With the
smirk of a new thought, she bent over, pulling her panties off.

She stepped up to him, looming over him again where he sat, and
eased her legs apart with slow, hip tilting steps outward.
"Remember this?" she asked, taunting him over her moment of
triumph. If he was trying to push her over the edge, two could
play at that game.

He didn't flinch as much as she'd hoped, but just kind of stared
at it coldly. It was shaved smooth.

"Well?" He asked as she hovered over him.

"This is your show, Dennis."

"I already told you to suck it. And why don't you try to do it
good this time?" He added, with a hick twang in his voice.

"I can see what you're doing, fuckhead, and it won't work. You're
not going to scare me straight."

"Then why don't you get started?"

"Fine," Carlie barked, plopping back on her knees and grabbing
his cock. "Don't act like I'm the one way off the deep end here
when you're paying me to do it to you. You're not going to scare
me off by acting like a shithead. You just don't have it in you.
'Cause if you're willing to order your own sister to do it, I'm
willing to my brother's money. You'll give in way before I do."
Her head went down and the end of his dick vanished into her
mouth.

"Fine, then you're going to do it right. None of this two inches
crap. Take it in!"

He watched as, little by little, a surprising amount of his dick
went out of view, almost his whole length surrounded by warm,
soft pressure. With a twinge of guilt, he saw the part of him
that just wanted to lie back and watch her do it. But he had to
stay mean. It would break her soon enough.

"Don't just sit there on it. C'mon now!" He started pushing and
thrusting gently. He didn't want to gag or choke her, just make
her uncomfortable. Instead, she seemed to accomodate him. He
gradually ramped up, trying to push her to a breaking point, but
she just kept taking it, somehow, without visible discomfort.

"Oh, you like having your face fucked, don't you?" Dennis asked,
trying to sound mean, but his voice faltered. He started to doubt
he could really pull off the mean John act he was trying to pull.
Still, he couldn't give up now. She needed to be broken of this
before she went out and did something really stupid.

"Come on." He stood up and grabbed her, throwing her over his
shoulder.

"What are you doing?" He stomped her through his apartment into
the back bedroom, tossing her onto his bed with a bounce. She
righted herself, pushing the hair out of her face, and found a
derisive smirk. She could feel him getting uncomfortable; the
blowjob was more than he'd been ready for. "Ooo, are you scaring
me by being rough now?"

"Roll over," he instructed, helping her spin onto her chest. With
one hand, he pressed down on her back, holding her in place, and
with the other, he hovered over her butt, bringing it down across
both cheeks.

"What was that?" Carlie asked with a laugh. He did it again, no
stronger than the first. "Are you trying to spank or pat me?"

It made him almost want to give her a good swat, but Dennis just
didn't have it in him to actually strike his sister, even in a
practically harmless way. His hand hesitated over her, then
flopped down one more time.

"Ooo, you really taught me a lesson about how mean guys can be."
Carlie rolled over on her side, facing Dennis, propping her head
up on one hand.

"You should take that lesson. Other guys won't hold back. People
don't respect a hooker. Some of them will slap you around."

"Please. I think I can handle myself."

"I'm serious. It's not just about getting physically hurt. Those
guys aren't going to have any qualms about doing things to you. I
don't think you really understand what that'll be like, to be
violated that way."

"Ooo, violated. Since when do you care about your little sister's
honor? You're so fucking melodramatic."

Suddenly, he grabbed her, pulling her closer to himself. He held
her shoulder tight in one hand, while the other found its way to
her mound, finger pushing its way in sharply.

Carlie gasped at the suddenness of it. "This is what I'm talking
about. Guys doing what they want with you. Are you really going
to be able to sit back and let them do whatever?"

It took a few frightened breaths, but her stubbornness returned.
"What do you know? I'll do what I need to do."

"Oh, really? You're okay with this?" He wiggled his finger inside
her once, making her jump.

"Yep. Go ahead, Dennis, do your worst."

"Alright, if you insist." He started fingering her, pulling out,
rubbing around the outside, and pushing back in deep, swirling
around inside.

She let her head down onto the bed, closing her eyes to wrestle
with the feeling inside her. "No, you can't just lay there and
act sullen. You have to sell it, act like it you love it no
matter what the guy does. Right?"

She scowled, but closed her eyes and took a breath, forcing it to
melt off of her. Inhaling again deep, she pushed down against his
hands, moaning lightly.

"C'mon, you have to sell it, Apple."

She pressed down harder, rolling her hips on his finger. He
crammed it in, pressing his hand into the outside of her vulva,
rubbing his finger against her walls, trying to overstimulate
her.

"Mmmm, yeah, baby, that's nice. Don't stop," Carlie said. Her
moans became more forceful, almost convincing. Dennis pumped his
finger into her, feeling his cock twinge.

<i>Keep it together,</i> he thought to himself. <i>Don't get
carried away. I know you liked fingering Liz, but this isn't Liz.
This is Carlie. Stay in character.</i>

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Yeah, you like it. You're a total slut. You just want anyone to
come and fuck you, don't you?"

"Mm, yeah."

She still wasn't getting mad, but was somehow fighting through.
"You're fucking stubborn, you know that, Carlie?"

"Hell yes."

"Fine. You want to suck my cock some more, then?"

"If that's what you want."

"No, tell me. Tell me you want to suck my cock some more."

"Fine. I want to suck your cock some more."

"No, tell ME you want to suck my cock some more. Say you want to
suck your brother's cock."

"What?"

"C'mon, Apple. You're a hooker. You have to play to people's
fantasies. And people have much more disgusting fetishes than
incest. Or just admit it, you're not willing to play along with
some weird pervert's fantasy."

"Don't tell me what I'm willing to do."

"C'mon, Carlie. You're not going to say that. It's too much, even
for your stubbornness. Just admit it and we can quit this."

"I already sucked your cock, fuckhead. You are not getting your
money back. If you want your sister to talk about your cock,
that's what you're going to get."

She closed her eyes again and took a breath, trying to prepare
herself. Keeping her off balance, Dennis pushed a second finger
in with the first, pulling her by her pussy an inch closer to
himself and using all his experience to stimulate her inside as
much as possible. She grimaced, the face of her irritation that
he was so used to, usually the look that preceded yelling and
fights between them. But to his surprise, she took another
breath, easing the look away, using some newly-found self-control
to relax her body and accept his fingers.

"You'd better watch it, Dennis. You're getting good at that," she
taunted.

"I'm waiting."

"Oh, you are, huh? Well, why don't you give to me again, baby.
C'mon, Dennis, stick that fat cock of yours back in your sister's
mouth."

"Is that the best you can do? You still sound like you're making
fun of me. Is that how you're going to talk to a real client?
They'll pop you for that, if they don't kick you out with nothing
first. You'll be lucky if they let you get dressed."

"Oh, and how the hell am I supposed to make you believe it?
You're obviously not going to no matter what I say."

"It's your job to make me believe, 'Apple'. If you can't at least
try to sell it, you've got no hope."

"Shut up, I was just getting started. You just think I could
never really do it because you think I'm afraid of your dick.
Well, I got news for you, I'm not. I like cocks. Is that what you
want to hear your sister say? I like the way they feel, I like
the way they look. I like the hot guys that they're attached to,
and I like the way they turn to putty in your hands the moment
you put their dick in your mouth. I watch porn sometimes just to
see guys getting sucked off. I've even done it myself. What do
you think of that? You're little sister's sucked cock before,
Dennis. What are you stopping for? You're just starting to get me
wet."

He started fingering again, not able to quite call up the vigor
to try and scare her with, but not wanting to back down. He tried
to think of something else to say, but Carlie wasn't letting up.

"So you think I'm scared of your dick, just because I used to run
when you'd rub it on the side of my face? I wasn't running
because of your dick, genius, I was running because you were a
dick. It was your stupid little testosterone control game. But I
didn't just hide or tell Mommy, did I? No, I got even. I stuck my
pussy right in your face. I didn't care if you retaliated, I
expected it. I was only afraid of letting you think you'd won.

"See, I knew you weren't done after that. I knew you were
planning to get back at me. I barricaded my door the first night,
but after that I didn't bother. I knew sooner or later you'd get
in there when I was asleep and stick you dick in my mouth. I knew
that's what you were planning; don't even try to deny it." Dennis
steeled his jaw and kept up his fingers, but said nothing. He
couldn't deny it.

"But I had my own plan. After you did that, I was going to wait a
few days, and then sneak into your room at night, hold you onto
your bed, and plant my juicy wet pussy onto your face again, only
this time I wasn't going to let you up until you'd stuck your
tongue in as deep as you could and kept it there.

"I went to bed every night for weeks expecting to wake up in the
middle of the night to the feeling of your cock pushing into my
tongue. I was ready for you. But you, you goddamn pussy, never
even tried it."

"Your door was locked," Dennis said, finally finding some sort of
response.

"You dumb fuck. Those door locks were shit. The key was in the
bathroom, for Christ's sake. Hell, you could pick it with a
paperclip. I always figured you were just waiting so I'd let my
guard down, but really, you were just a fucking coward. Once you
knew I wouldn't just let you win, you just gave up. It was the
only time you ever gave up trying to beat me at something.

"I spent months thinking about it. Even after you'd moved out, I
still expected every weekend that you'd sneak in late one night
and do it. I was just waiting for it, looking forward to my
revenge when you did, but you never had the balls. Just left me
completely hanging. You left, and stopped caring about me at all,
while I was at home, thinking about you every night.

"So you think I'm afraid of your dick, Dennis? My first real,
consistent fantasy was of your dick sliding into my sleeping
mouth.

"So what do you think big brother? Is that believable enough for
you?" She'd propped herself up on one arm as best she could,
voice quivering as she reached her conclusion, staring up into
her brother's eyes with a forceful look as she spoke that almost
made him want to run.

"So, yeah, Dennis, I want to suck your dick. I've been waiting
two years for you to stick it in my mouth." She eased off her
arm, laying her shoulder and head on the bed, near the edge. "So
come on already, Dennis. Get over here and finally give your
little sister what she's been waiting for." She closed her eyes,
and opened her lips less than an inch.

Flabbergasted, Dennis found little in himself except the
willingness to simply do as she told him. Stretching his arm, he
moved his hips to her, his stiff cock hovering near her face. She
made no motion, didn't even open her eyes, but just waited. She
expected him to put it in her mouth himself. He found it hard to
believe her story, but at the same time had found it hard to
dismiss her, either. She'd never been a convincing liar when she
was mad. As he stretched his arm, he put more pressure around the
top of her pussy, and he could feel her body responding with what
certainly seemed like real arousal.

Either way, she won't admit anything if I back down now, he
convinced himself. Guiding it carefully, he touched it to her
lips. She made no response except to pucker slightly. He rubbed
his tip against her soft lips.

It was hard not to get aroused, and, damn it, it had been a
while. Not giving himself time to think, he pushed past her lips.
Still, she didn't react, just letting it sit there, and he moved
it small circles around her lips, then pushing around inside
them. As he moved in closer, he noticed her leaning in, too,
mostly at the hips, and felt some of her juices starting to ease
down his palm as he fingered her. Gradually, her mouth closed
around him, moving from passive to active on him.

Even near the edge, she had to stretch her neck to reach him, and
he moved in, pushing into the side of the mattress, then climbing
his knees on top and leaning partway over her, really stretching
to keep his hand in place. She rolled onto her back, taking his
dick in her mouth and squeezing his hand between her thighs. She
put one hand on his chest, at first steadying them while she
sucked, then giving him a little nudge to the side.

It was the only communication they needed. He rolled past her
onto the bed on his back, and keeping his cock in her mouth, she
rolled with him, throwing her leg over his shoulder and dropping
her dripping wet pussy onto his face. Moving his moist hand to
her thigh, he sloshed his tongue around her flesh.

Moaning, she planted firmer onto his face, and he had to tilt to
try to get enough breath through his nose while he drove his
tongue into her. Muffled by his cock, she kept moaning while she
bobbed and twisted on his dick, doing everything she could think
of on him.

Dennis couldn't remember liking a pussy so much, or wanting it so
badly, and he struggled to keep his character from vanishing to
his lust. He still needed to teach her something, and if he shot
off then, she'd have won. Trying to figure out what to do, his
hips started automatically to push, and his addled mind jumped on
the idea.

Gradually, because he was still unsure of the idea even as he
acted, he started pushing harder. Surprised, she backed off him a
moment, but to his annoyance, regained her composure and dropped
on again. He ramped it up, finding her taking more in than he
expected, only pulling back a little. At the same time, she
responded by pushing harder on his head. Her wide-open pussy
seemed to try to engulf him, liquid running down his chin.

His lips on Carlie's labia, he had the memory of her saying "Eat
it!" He unburied his face, tilting his head back hard and letting
her press into his chin, freeing his mouth. Reaching down with
one hand, he moved past her shoulder and found her head. More
gently than he wanted to make it seem, he pushed it down, holding
it.

"Come on, 'Apple', take it! Take it all!" He ordered, pushing
against her, waiting every moment for her to gag or at least rise
off him angrily. Still, she took it, managing more of his length
than he'd ever imagined. Even with him thrusting his cock into
her mouth, Carlie wasn't backing down. And worse, he knew that if
she kept up much longer, she'd win.

Frustration coming over him, he picked her up and flopped her off
of himself onto the side of the bed, standing up.

Splayed out and not bothering to correct her position, she
flipped her hair back and gave her brother a pleased, taunting
look. "What's the matter, Dennis? Not getting what you paid for?
Ready to admit that your sister is just super fucking hot?" He
just scowled. "Admit it! You're too much of a pussy now to act,
just like you were too much of a pussy two years ago."

"I knew you'd just retaliate with something crazy, just like you
said. And then where would we have been? I wouldn't have given
in, and neither would you, and it would just keep going back and
forth. I shouldn't have started the damn thing, so I ended it.
So, yeah, call me a pussy for not wanting to do that to my
sister."

"So you just went off without a word instead, left me by myself
to figure it out."

"What was I supposed to say?!"

Carlie sat up, leaning closer to her brother. "God, you're an
idiot! You hardly say two words to me in two years, and then you
show up and want to tell me what to do! Well, come on then,
Dennis. Tell me what to do, why don't you? Or do you want to save
the next lecture for when your hour is up?" She opened her mouth
and leaned forward, teasing as though to return to his cock.

"Shut up, Carlie!" Dennis said, pushing her head back. Instead of
resisting, she let it roll her backwards, ending up on her back
with her legs spread. "Ooo, tough guy. Are you going to fuck me
now, Dennis?"

"Do you think being a prostitute is a joke, Carlie? You have no
idea what you're getting into."

"What? I though that's what you were here to show me. Get a
condom on and come teach me all about it."

"It's a terrible idea, Carlie, and you're not going to taunt me
into saying different. You think you can just ask some guy to use
a condom? What if he doesn't have one? What if he's tampered with
it? You want to get a disease? Get pregnant?"

"Oh, please, Dennis. You really think I'd do anything if I wasn't
on the pill? So are you going to get one or not?"

"No, I'm not. What are you going to do? What if some guy just
says no and goes for you anyway?"

"Well, for you I'll make an exception. I know you're too paranoid
to have gotten anything. You probably had that girlfriend of
yours go in for tests before you fucked her. Real romantic."

"So you're giving up on the condom after one comment? You're
going to end up beaten and STDed without any money to show for
it."

"I already have your money. And I won't be a push over for other
guys. I'm just letting you off with special treatment. So,
Dennis..." Turning over and getting on all fours, she moved her
backside to the edge of the bed right by him, wiggling it while
she looked over her shoulder. "What's it going to be?"

Her smirk was just so smug, so sure she'd won. Looking at her
hard, he took a step forward. Still, she didn't flinch, wiggling
on. It was maddening. He stepped forward again.

He slid in more easily than he expected; one moment, he'd just
made up his mind, and the next, he was entirely inside her. She
breathed in so sharply that for a moment, he wondered if she'd
finally stop him. If maybe he'd won.

She just laughed, a snarky laugh of amusement.

A bit of him wanted to punish her, show her how guys would treat
her, but his anger with her wasn't strong enough. Instead, he
started slow, working with her body but pushing deep. Again,
despite his searching, he couldn't find the sense of resistance
or apprehension from her he expected, as she seemed genuinely up
for every thrust he made. He went faster, finding a will to go on
her harder, ramping up until his thighs were slapping into her as
she kept meeting his every thrust.

Pushing her with his hips, he pulled his knees onto the bed,
pressing her down underneath him and continuing to fuck. It felt
good to finally be fucking again after several dry months, and
now with such abandon; even before, he'd never really let loose
like this. He wasn't prepared for what he was feeling. She wasn't
the smallish, unsure type of girl he'd done before; even now she
wasn't simply managing his force, she was pushing back strong,
thrust for thrust. His balls were slapping into her skin, right
at her clit, and it made them ache a little.

Carlie's skin and Carlie's clit. He'd never imagined it would go
this far, that he'd actually be fucking his sister.

He slammed into her again, pushing in as deep as he could,
driving her into the bed. Moments away, he had one last gasp of
good sense, pulled out, rolling face up onto the bed next to her.
That was it; the end of the crazy game.

Except that it wasn't. Carlie wasted no time in sliding over and
throwing her leg over Dennis' body. "Let's finish the job," she
said, holding up his cock and lowering herself onto it.

He closed his eyes, trying not to think of it as Carlie on top of
him, trying to imagine his last girlfriend, anyone else. It was
impossible. His eyes opened and there she was, naked, hands
pressed down into his chest, titties bouncing, her body rolling
on his cock. The look on her face wasn't what he expected. Rather
than the smug, taunting look he was so used to, she was focused.
Her eyes drifted shut, mouth open as she breathed, tongue curling
up. The same mouth that a minute ago had been filled his cock
without apparent trouble.

Her eyes opened again, and she saw him looking at her and smiled.
She changed her motion to push deeper. She bit her lower lit a
little, in one gesture saying, "Is your sister making it
believable now, Dennis?" She paused, sitting herself up straight,
taking his cock in deeper, every bit of it filling her, and she
moaned.

Instinctively, Dennis pushed up into her, rocking just a bit.
Carlie started moving against him, and in just a few seconds,
she'd fallen back forward with her hands on his chest as they
pounded each other harder than ever.

"Oh, yeah, Dennis. Just like that. Fuck me, fuck me Dennis. I'll
be your little whore, I'll say anything you want. Fuck your
little sister. Cum for me, Dennis, shoot you cum deep in your
sister's pussy."

He did.

As they slowed and he continued squirting, Carlie laughed a
little, but not the mean laugh that she'd often directed at her
brother. She held him in, feeling everything she could about the
moment, from the movement of his cock inside her to the
sensations going through her own body.

It took more than a minute for them both to catch their breath,
and Carlie finally dismounted, feeling her brother's softened
cock pop out as she slumped on the bed beside him, draining cum
onto the sheets. They said nothing, both feeling their nakedness
but not wanting to be the first to ruin from the moment.

Dennis ran through it in his mind, still not sure how much of it
had been an act. "I'm sorry," Dennis said, finally breaking the
silence.

"Why?" she asked.

"I guess I was wrong. You can obviously handle it pretty well.
And, for, uh, being mean to you. I shouldn't have acted that way.
I should have been supportive, even if I didn't agree with it."

"Eh, you were right anyway. There's no way I could do that with
some stranger. I would get way too pissed at them and storm out
or smack them or something. With you, I'd used to fighting you
anyway," she said with a smirk.

"Well, I'm glad that you finally agree with me."

"Shut up, nerd," she said, flicking his dick lightly. He shrank
back a bit, and she laughed at his embarrassment. "Just don't be
such a stranger, now, butthead. I want to see you more."

"Sure thing. And you're welcome to come over here any time."

"Yeah, I bet so." She looked down at their naked bodies.

"That's, uh, not actually what I meant."

"Oh, it's not? Sure, I'll be around." She flicked his dick again,
lifting it an inch and letting it drop. She smirked. "Still,
maybe you should keep some cash on hand anyway. I may want some
more spending cash this summer."


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