Today was the D-Day, the day my sweet sister is exposed to a sweet video. Correction: videos.
Everything is set up. I thought as I watch Sara move around her room through my monitor.
Earlier this morning, when Adrian had freshly fucked me and left for work, I began plotting the seeds to Sara's slow death.
Firstly, fitted a small camera in the corner of her room that gave me a clear and full view of her room.
Secondly, wrote a post-it note asking her to watch company advertising videos for feedback and stuck it on the front of her laptop, signing it off as her husband.
Finally, gathered some rope and tape for educational purposes- to teach her a lesson.
I watch through my monitor as Sara opens her laptop and navigates to the videos of her husband and sister fucking each other aggressively, continuously, locking their bodies together with no remorse.
My sister truly experienced her fury today, the look on her face is transcendent as she was so caught up in the moment and the anguish her brain is experiencing clearly seen through the wrinkles on her forehead. I notice the anger first in her eyes, followed by muscle tension and an inability to think coherently when she fists her laptop in a hard grip. The rational Sara was not present, but the primitive
Sara, who has been awoken to a new storm, was. Her liberal thoughts vanished, as did her ability to nuance and be emotionally generous.
Sara hurls her laptop across the room, letting it rest into pieces. I knew what was going to come next when she stomped out of her room.
Shutting my monitor off, I quickly stood up and made my way towards the bedroom door, standing silently behind it while clutching tightly to the rope in my hand.
As expected, Sara runs into my room and stands right in the middle.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" she shouts as if her lungs are burning. They probably are after all.
Slowly, without making any noise, I tackle my sister on the floor causing her to kick and clash against me. Her stomach was forced into the cold floor with her back against me as I tie her wrists and feet together.
"YOU WHORE, YOU STOLE MY HUSBAND!" I laugh at that.
"Like you didn't, my dear sister."
"DOES ONE COCK NOT SATISFY YOU?"
"Does one cock not satisfy you?" I throw the question back at her. My voice stable and calmer than hers.
"YOU HOME-WRECKER! CUNT, CUNNING BITC—" I cut her speech short by taping her mouth.
She thrashes and struggles against my hold as I drag her body to the storage cupboard in the corner of the room. I cleaned it this afternoon so my honourable sister can have a place to sit and watch me fuck her husband in front of her. Lucky for her, she gets to see a live performance better than the video.
"The day is coming to an end but the night is still young." I smirk at her tear-smeared face and slowly shut the storage cupboard, leaving it ajar to allow her to witness the events of the night.
The doorbell rings and I smile savagely.
Adrian's mouth latches on mine as soon as I open the door, kissing me hungrily.
But he pauses suddenly, "Sara-"
"She went out with some of her friends, said it was a girl's night." I interrupted him.
Hearing this, he hums into my mouth. I lead him upstairs, pulling him by his tie as he continues assaulting my mouth.
I settle him on a couch, directly opposite to the cupboard and command him to lie down. Today is my day to take control.
The scowl forms on his face, and at first I think he's going to force me to do what he wants, but after a moment, he lies down.
I quickly undress him, ripping the buttons open and unzipping the slacks.
He keeps his gaze on me as he settles down, his hands balled into fists at his sides. His cock is long and thick, lying flat against his stomach and leaking pre-cum.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I throw one of my legs over his hips.
He continues to watch me, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring, as I settle my pussy directly over the length of his cock. I don't sink down on him immediately. Instead, I slowly rock my hips back and forth, soaking his cock with my wetness.
It feels incredible. My eyes fall closed and a low moan escapes my throat. My brother-in-law is so hard, I feel each ridge and vein in his shaft. I gyrate my hips, enjoying the illusion of having control of my speed and the harshness in which I press against him. I'm still overly sensitive from the orgasm this morning, so I know it won't take me long to come again.
I move my chin to the side and open my eyes, wanting to see my sister's expression. Her eyes seem to be blazing, glaring at how I'm pleasuring her husband. She was the one that was always in control. She was the one that stole my husband, my dignity, my honour and now it's my turn.
Her eyes are pinned at where we're pressed against each other. The muscle in her jaw is so tight, I won't even be surprised if she chipped the tooth by the end of the night.
Leaning back and jutting out my chest, I rest my hands behind me on his thighs. A low rumbling growl comes from the back of the man's throat, because I know his view just got better.
I'm depraved and should probably see a therapist for enjoying my sister's husband's reaction so much.
I rotate my hips in circles, finding just the right rhythm to slide my clit against his hard flesh. Goosebumps rise on my arms and the muscles in my stomach contract at the sensations coursing through me.
I'm on the edge and want to fall over.
"Mmm... brother-in-law," I moan deeply.
I don't know if it's my moan of pleasure or if the man has just had enough, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, his firm hands are wrapped around my waist.
My head snaps down to look at him. His eyes are finally on mine. He looks enraged, his wants and needs are overwhelming, almost more than he can handle.
"Inside me... now."
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