Familiar Pain Blaze x Verse

[Blazefighter]

The list of things Mirabella hated about her brother only seemed to grow the longer they were together now. The fact that he had remembered the angle that had sent her over the edge did not help in her conviction of simply playing a role to survive. Even if she could school her facial reactions there was no hiding the reaction of her body, and Cal knew that, perhaps that was why he chuckled above her. Because he knew her body at the very least was enjoying the way he claimed her. Unlike yesterday there were no tears of horror or pain, the fact that she had been prepared for what was to come helped her lock the emotions that fed her sorrow away.

There was no attempt to disassociate this time, he had picked up on it quickly last night and if her goal was to keep herself from harm she couldn’t get him angry again. She swallowed hard against the hand at her throat as the rage within her slowly fizzled out, her face finally relaxing as her eyes remained locked on the ceiling above them as her body rocked against his own. Her thighs twitched occasionally as he hit her sweet spot, the jolt of electricity racing down her spine made her eyelids flutter each time, but she felt as if she had better control over herself today compared to previously.

Mira felt his tongue trace over the spot where his teeth had held her, the erotic feeling nearly pulled a moan out of her but she managed to smoother it down as she looked at Cal while he picked himself up to readjust her. His hand released her throat to bring her free leg up, matching it to its twin to give himself the leverage he needed to thrust deeper into her. Her spine arched upwards off of the bed as she gasped, her first deep breath since he had gotten a hold of her, but the breath was stolen just as quickly by the new angle. Being level with him on the cage had limited him, but here on her old bed, there was nothing to hinder him now.

Her toes curled in thinly veiled delight as her hands were forced off of his shoulders, clutching the old sheets around her tightly as if they were a lifeline for her sanity while Cal gave her honeyed words. She didn’t want to listen, or be a good big sister anymore, but she knew she didn’t have a choice. She could never fight him off physically, not on equal ground at least, so she had no choice but to let Cal have what he wanted, even if that meant giving him her body. She didn’t agree with him, she didn’t nod her head in confirmation, but she also didn’t argue.

When his pace began to pick up Mira bit into her bottom lip, trying to bury those moans of pleasure even as she bit through the skin of her lip and cut it open. Though she might’ve had better control over herself compared to the night before she could only hold back but so much. Her eyes had just started to roll when he suddenly slowed down, sliding himself out of her and drawing a subconsciously little whine of complaint out of her that had her face flushing with embarrassment. He sat back giving her the opportunity to slowly draw her legs back down so they were beside him as she panted for air. There was an underlying frustration at the fact that he had built her up, just to deny her an orgasm, if he had been anyone else she wouldn’t have hesitated to voice those frustrations.

Instead she looked at her brother in slight confusion, he clearly wasn’t having a change of heart. Mira gathered her arms under her to help her sit up, her eyes never daring to leave Cal’s as she made each movement with slight hesitation incase it was the wrong one so she could correct herself, before he corrected her. Once she was sitting up she scooted back further along the bed, her eyes drifting downward to his cock coated in his sister’s arousal before pulling her legs back to her body and shifting her weight so she was resting on her knees.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” She paused uncomfortably as she brought her right hand forward to wrap her fingers around his length like she had in the tub, this time however she did begin to give him slow strokes before lowering herself down so her breath washed over the tip. “And for lying about those men.” She added to her apology without looking up at him, not wanting to give him too much time to think on it before her lips parted and she began to swallow him down. It wasn’t her first time tasting herself on a cock, but tasting herself on her brother, there was a slight thrill rather than repulsion. As her head set into a steady rhythm bobbing up and down, she knew she couldn’t take all of him so her hand continued to stroke the last few inches, working opposite of her head while her tongue danced along the underside of his cock in a show that this wasn’t uncharted territory for her.

 

[Verse]

And with the chokehold came control. His and hers. Him over her, and her over herself. He liked the way it calmed her down, indeed like some mare being broken in. This was becoming familiar to them, even if the even itself felt brand new around his cock. Slick older sister, accepting of him. She busied herself with the ceiling best she could, but he didn't mind if she tried to escape, because he was right here, taking her. Oh, what a pretty dream she was, in her old clothes and old sheets, but with her new body, all available to him. Even if he could have dreamt of some kind of redemption, he'd never thought it'd be this complete. He wondered if she mustn't have wanted it, after all, to be here for this, at such a perfect capacity. It was almost good enough to forgive her, because the love he wanted from her, was at least given back to him from her cunt. It had well and truly betrayed her for his cock.

He only had yesterday for reference, and by that he was making strides. She'd needed more restraints, but now she seemed willing. The way her legs moved to show him even more accurately her weakest spots, was darling. He demonstratively thrust into her to make a point, a sort of double tap, every time she gave away a secret about her cunt. He was ruthless in his pursuit to dominate her through herself, again. She'd tried to run, which had been inevitable, but he still needed to instill the consequences in her womanhood. This had always been this family's love language. He was simply teaching her better than Joe ever could. He heard something in her throat when he moved her other leg too, and smiled dastardly, but didn't say anything about it. She tasted good on his tongue.

He had her now. It made her cunt available in a new way. And he took advantage fully. She had exhibited good signs before, but he was sure this would be devastating for her act. The new squeeze from within her had his cock singing. He was still angry for the lies she spewed about her intimate life during her time away, and his thrusts reflected that. They weren't rabid, but they weren't gentle, either. He didn't pull back very far, but made sure to go forward deep, trying to find the end of her depths. He pelted her with convincing words, and he was sure they did good work inside her womanly brain. Now that she was holding the sheets she was the very picture of something maidenly being taken. It was much better than the anger she had responded with, before.

She was resisting, sure, but it wasn't a fight. She was trying not to feel the pleasure. Not this was a tug-o-war that he could get behind. Nothing wrong with letting yourself get lost to it, he thought, but she was still mad at him, and she still though the fact that the same blood inflamed them both was wrong. How else would he love her? She wouldn't take any other love. She had fled from it the first time. There was only this left. And he happily let her have it, so he could have her delicious tightness, holding on to him; finally something of hers didn't want to let him go. He was just another little brother showing off, trying to impress her, though, he was confident in ways most jilted siblings aren't. Perhaps it was the scenery that made it easier. He had kept this place off limits even when there were harrowing parties going on in this house. This was for Mira, and he was glad he'd saved it for her, so he could fuck her like this.

He knew her now. She was giving little clues as to how much she was loving his cock. Her breathing alone, and the way her inner walls suckled him in. The blood off her lip was also a dead giveaway. And if he hadn't, there was still her slight noise of complaint when he drew out of her. Oh, Mira was perverted now, with him. And he would have his fun with that. He was glad she liked playing this game with him. Hadn't he told her as much? He was good at it, and their bodies were genetically compatible. Even before, in this room, they had played very intuitively. How pretty she was under him, with her legs back the way she wanted them. She was looked bereft, and he saw his own prowess in her little distress to be without his cock. It was the most genuine love she'd given him, so far. He was learning all the wrong things from how he should treat her, but Mira would have a hard time disproving his tilted view, when his cock was giving him everything he wanted from her.

Put a cock in, and love comes out.

He was excited when she readjusted her body. It didn't look like she would run. The old, almost innocent excitement would be recognizable in his brow, though they were currently over dark eyes she knew to become manic in an instant. He moved his hips a bit to wave the cock she was transfixed on. He understood it was a good selling point of his, and was confident he could dig out more, real affection from her with it. He gasped, taken, when she apologized and then nodded with overtaking, sudden pleasure when she started jerking him, just as he wanted. "Fuck." he muttered, content and then looked down at the beautiful union of her hand and his dick, moving her natural lube up and down his flesh. He barely knew what do with himself, his ego filled and his need for her affection granted when her voice and its hot air hit against the head of his cock.

She gave him everything he wanted. His hand was on the back of her head, but encouraging her with soft pulses of his fingertips contracting against her scalp, instead of too much pressure. It was strange to learn his sibling's technique because that was so telling, but he loved it. She was sucking herself off him, and knowing that made a dense satisfaction in the pit of his stomach. "I forgive you, sis." he said and combed the hair backward so he could look down at her, whether she gave back the eye contact or not. His cock twitched in her mouth. "This is all new to us, and I want to love you like I used to." he was certainly in a good mood. As men get. Leave it to her mad brother to have affirmations and perceived milestones in their relationship while she was sucking him off.

He deposited a small helping of precum into her hospitable mouth and grunted with the radiating pleasure. "Fuck." he groaned, and let go of her with some well-meaning frustration. It was his turn to put his elbows in the bed to support him. There was some of that little brother again as he looked at her with want in his eyes. The kind she usually caved to, when she was still invested in his happiness. Though it was muddled with the predatory insistence of the man he'd become. "Get on me. Ride me." he said. "I wanna see you move on me." And since he knew he'd fucked her good enough that she could have cum, there should be incentive from the inside, too.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira waited with a rigid spine for the possible rage that could come from her apology and admittance that she had lied to him. His hand moved to the back of her head causing her to squeeze her eyes shut but his touch remained light, giving her control over her speed and depth. When he expressed that he forgave her as he brushed her hair back from her face her expression relaxed though she refused to open her eyes. She could feel every twitch and pulse against her tongue as her cheeks hollowed out, the briefest thought of how easy it would be to bite down crossed her mind. That thought was fleeting, however, as she was more focused on making sure she kept him in a more positive mood.

She could hear in his voice and breathing that he was enjoying her mouth and truthfully, there was nothing more arousing then hearing how helpless she could render a man, especially one who had already shown over and over that he wasn’t afraid to use force to get his way. At the end of the day he was still just a man, and he had already made it clear that deep down he was the same little brother she had left behind all those years ago. It was a new territory for her to learn, but not too different that it was jarring now that she had some time to reflect on it all in the basement.

As a familiar salty tang greeted her tongue along with his soft grunt she was sure she could get him to finish like this and be done with it, but his hand slipped away from her head as he leaned back forcing him to pop out of her mouth with a strand of saliva keeping them connected while she picked her head up to look at him with just the slightest frown. As she sat up straight she swiped her thumb across her lips to sever the connection, keeping her eyes on her brother as her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

She knew what he wanted before the words had even left his mouth, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out from the way he laid back. Mira used the fact that she had to catch her breath as an excuse to stall for a moment, he wanted her to willingly give herself to him and despite the fact that she didn’t want to, it almost felt like she needed to. Her legs had only barely stopped trembling from how close she had come to her own orgasm. It was almost impossible to think about anything but that burst of pleasure she was missing.

Her eyes trailed down his body slowly, if she was naive enough she could mistake this as an opportunity to have power over him, but she had been humbled enough to realize that one wrong word or move could have things change in an instant. With one last deep breath she crawled forward, her eyes returning to Cal’s as she moved slowly not out of fear this time, but instead as a way to tease her greedy little brother. She decided to play on his desires, as she brought her body over top of his she lowered her head again letting her lips set a trail up his stomach, occasionally giving him soft little nips just hard enough to be felt but not hard enough to leave a mark behind.

Once her hips were lined up with his she lowered herself just enough to slide him against her slick arousal but wouldn’t lift herself high enough to let him slide into her just yet. Her lips found their way up to his neck as she continued to grind herself against him. “You won’t put me back in the basement right?“ She spoke softly against his neck, taking a chance in trying to find out what he planned on doing with her. She couldn’t willingly go back to the basement, if it meant whoring herself out to her brother to ensure it didn’t happen again, that was something she could handle doing.

 

[Verse]

He could feel her tension, but he was too enamored by the good job she was doing to begrudge her any regret now. It was good to feel her emotions through her tongue. He could forgive a lot if she apologized like this. She looked lovely there, loving him in such a womanly way, with the kind of worship he deserved for all the things she'd done to him. It bloated his ego and fed his lusts at the same time. The edge of the danger around her little brother was dulled by her well-timed blowjob. Most men would have been subdued by such a thorough apology. All he wanted was for her to debase herself in his name, and for his cock - was that really so difficult for her? He felt like a king, finally. His sister was finally being the sibling he deserved.

It was delightful agony to move her off his cock. He savored the friction of her mouth's retreat, and liked the way her lips curled downward after. She had drank up his pree with grace, and he looked at her lathered face and the saliva bridge that still made his cock and her lower lip one. She would have liked to test the depths of her skills on him, and was looking forward to see and perhaps swallow the fruit of her labor. But he was too mischievous to let her have that, yet. Somewhere in his mind he knew she was pandering to him, and he had to get in the way of that. Even if it was just at a teasing capacity. She was giving it too well for him to stop now. Maybe he thought if he ushered in a normalcy of her giving him everything he wanted, it'd stay that way, and her brain chemistry would simply catch up.

Something in her blood knew he was sure by how she breathed. She was of good mating age, and he was the right kind of male for her. It had been decided in mother's body, that they'd be compatible. She had proven it with her excellent blowjob, as well. And how their genitals had interacted, yesterday. He still remembered her orgasm, and treasured it. Whether she knew or not, she wanted this, and he'd spend the rest of her time, captive here, to teach her. He had given her enough stimulation that her body should be well on fire by now. Even someone who didn't love him like he was sure his big sister did, would be ravenous for that release, especially when they'd kept it going with her sucking him off like that.

He shifted a bit when she finally moved. He sighed with satisfaction but that went ragged in his throat when her tongue touched him in other places. He couldn't complain now, however impatient he was, she was doing his bidding. And he should be happy she was doing it in her own way. Meant she was putting herself into the act. The muscles under thin skin that had subdued and abused her flexed to restrain him now. His cock twitched and swung from the tension in his pelvic muscles, but he waited to take her tantalizing attention. She was promising his release, too, so she was obeying. She had that privilege. He breathed harder through his nose when she bit at him.

He groaned miserably, a bit of that pious brother there, when he cunt kissed his cockhead. His hand trailed down her spine to grab her ass, but he didn't push or pull. He wanted her compliance when she gave it. He rolled his eyes but it wasn't dark, he was just petulant about giving anything while he was getting all he wanted. "Mh. I won't." put her back in the basement. It wasn't that bad of an ask, either. "You can stay up here with me." he rewrote her motivations about it, but he could easily believe she wanted to be up here so they could play more. It was a lot easier than beating her into submission, every time he wanted to feel his sister's pussy around him.

His hip lifted a bit to start at her inviting folds, but with a frustrated, deep growl, he lowered them again, to keep himself from taking, so that she'd have the time to give. His fingers on her ass had to dispel some of that desire, almost poisoning his blood, so he glommed on harder, and massaged harshly. He did it deeply enough that his longest finger brushed her anus, as he pulled at the cheek and let it fall back in place. He continued the kneading of her flesh, and the slight petting of her pucker as he looked up at her, and nodded. She looked good like this. He didn't know he could restrain himself much more.