Hanging Up! (Jack Stalker and PaRam)

[Jack Stalker]

Hanging up!​

Ever since Kristen Steward had turned legal, something had happened to her brother Alex. It was like something had snapped inside him. He knew it was wrong, but being right no longer appealed to him Taboos meant nothing, the fact that she was his sister meant nothing, the fact that thinking about fucking her was sinful, wretched, unethical and incestuous meant nothing. Or rather they simply acted as encouragement. The more he thought about fucking his own sweet sister the harder he got and the more he wanted to turn it into a reality. She was fit as fuck, even with her slightly androgynous looks sometimes. In a ‘fuck me’ mini dress with ‘rape me’ heels she was a vision, her tight body and fuckable frame screaming out to be defiled and desecrated. In jeans and a t-shirt she still had fuck me eyes and lips that demanded attention, either from his own or from a stiff hard cock rammed between them until they were forced apart and her throat was bulging from a good throat fucking. His imagination ran riot every night and his balls must have expelled gallons of cum by now, ejaculated into the shower drain or plastered against some item of clothing as he came hard night after night, day after day, planning, dreaming, plotting, thinking about nothing but the time he would be able to fuck her, to become a sister fucking incestuous beast that held every decent moral and principle in foul contempt if it interfered with him being able to sink balls deep into his own sweet sister and make her scream his name as he fucked her to ecstasy.

Then the opportunity came. There parents away for a week, leaving them both in charge of the family home. He knew it was now or never to get her, bend her to his will and fuck her long and hard enough to drive into her brain that he was going to be her new and only fuck for the rest of her life or until he tired of her, whichever came first. She was so fit, o hot, so fucking perfect in every way, from her toned legs to tight abs, to her perfectly sized tits and her gorgeous but vacuous face. Her eyes that demanded attention and her lips which made him want to claim them as his. He spent almost every day either hard or plastering cum against tile or glass, and the current would have been no different... if he hadn't had to pop back into the house after setting off on a supply run to snatch up his keys. That was when he had heard language and words which he would hardly have expected to hear spilling from her lips, that was when he had paused at the entrance to the room she was in, to listen more intently and keenly than he had ever listened in his life.

She was having phone sex, it was undeniable. Some fuck had her attention and she was going to pleasure him over the phone. It made him sick, angry, resentful, bitter and vengeful all at the same time. It also got his cock back to its usual hardness when he was around her, a thick throbbing baton which stretched down the leg of his jeans as he leaned against the door to the room she was in, thinking about her, listening to what she was saying and wanting it to be him on the other end of that phone, knowing that it would instead be him in real life, on this end of the line. Enough was enough and her cock teasing ways and brazen behaviour was going to get her properly fucked, not simply teased down a phone line or finger fucked by her own errant hand. For all he knew she was fucking a girl on the other end of that line, it didn't matter. After he'd introduced her to ‘brother fucking’ she wouldn't be doing anyone else except him. He'd make sure of that. He listened and listened and finally he'd had enough. With his cock stretched out in his pants, he pushed open the door, searching her out with his eyes and a twisted challenging grin smeared on his face. His thick erection sported an unseen glistening head right now, which was already leaking pre cum into his boxers as he strode in to confront her, brazenly flouting any rules of decency or respect as he moved to let her know he had been listening and heard everything.

One look at his face would tell her that it was her crude and vulgar speech which had incensed him to such a state, and it was her own loving brother who was going to be taking advantage of her flesh, not some ethereal fuck on the end of a phone line. He stripped his T-shirt up and over his head, whilst kicking off his sneakers, eye fucking her with a gaze which was unashamed and almost vulgar in the way it roamed about her before it came to rest on her face, her lips, her eyes. He moved up to her, unzipping himself but moving to keep his engorged cock still within his pants, as he looked at her expectantly, challengingly, domineeringly. His facial expression said it all. *I heard everything. I know you're a cock teasing little whore. I'm not taking it any more. Keep talking, I like it.*, or maybe it just said that he was a brother who had drooled over his sister one day too long and now he was here to collect, for all the times he'd been forced to cum somewhere that wasn't on or in her pale luscious flesh.

 

[PaRam]

For a while now Kristen had noticed that her brother Alex had changed the way he was looking at her. For as long as she can remember there was always something slightly odd about him. It was hard to pinpoint as he had all the tool one needs to be viewed as the all american boy. Alex was athletic, handsome, confident and charming, yet when you got to know him better it was hard to miss. Little details, a stare of his that was going on for a moment too long, a comment that could be interpreted in different ways and Kristen never really knew what to make of it. At times she was sure he was attracted to her, then at others she thought she was making things up. Apart form the fact that she was his sister there was also the fact that she was hardly his type. His girlfriends had always been blonde bombshells with a distinctive interest in fashion, gossip and general girly stuff. Kristen liked to call them barbies, which usually angered Alex but she enjoyed teasing him nonetheless. No certainly she was not his type. Sure her long legs and the slender body were an eyecatcher to some, but her breasts were not big enough and her chin long brown hair was too boyish for him to enjoy. So why was he looking at her that way? The young brunette had never been able to fully figure it out.

The looks had become a bit more intense over the past few days. Their parents were out of town for a week and every now and then she felt that there was something in the air. A tension between them, like the buzzing of an electricity line it was constantly present whenever Alex and she interacted. Just this morning they had been sitting at the table for breakfast and he had inquired about her plans for the day. Kristen had told him that she would probably stay in and maybe later go to the movies with her friends. When he replied that he would go out to run some errands she realized it was the perfect opportunity to call Steve, her boyfriend. Though that was a secret. Unlike with their son Kristens parents had always been very strict with her regarding boyfriends. Only twice she had dared to bring boys home and usually her father and Alex would drive them away quicker than one could say the word relationship. So when she had met Steve she decided to keep it a secret this time and hide the fact that she was seeing someone. It was easy as Steve was working out of town during the week and was only home on every second weekend anyway. So when the time came and Alex left the house she took the phone and went to her room to call Steve.

They had talked two days ago and it had gotten a bit naughty. It wasnt easy too indulge in any kind of intimacy as they barely saw each other so they would make up for this by sending each other kinky text messages or having phone sex. At first Kristen had felt very awkward but after a couple of times it came easier to her and she started to enjoy it more. She dialed his number and had to wait only two seconds before he picked up. "Hey babe, I was just thinking about you. I just got out of the shower and felt a little hardness if you know what I mean." Steve practically overran her with that opening line, but she was open to indulge him. "Yeah? Is that right? You are a pervert you know that right?" She answered and let a little chuckle follow to indicate her readiness to play. "I am babe and so are you. What are you wearing? Are you alone?"
Kristen leaned backwards onto her bed before she answered. "I am wearing a white tanktop, black pants and black panties and yes I am alone, Alex just left to run some errands." She told him and was waiting for his repsonse. "No bra? You dirty girl, I am naked and stroking my cock for you babe, why dont you open those pants for me and touch yourself, imagine it is my hand. Damn I want to fingerfuck you so bad." Steve half said, half moaned into the phone. He always was direct and she liked that about him. And thinking about his cock got her in the mood right away. It was not that long but had a good thickness, she liked it. Slowly her free hand opened the buttons on her pants and her slender fingers slid down between her legs, softly stroking the fabric of her panties. "Just finger fucking? What about that cock of yours? Dont you want to give me that one too? Taking me doggystyle like last time?" She blurted out shamelessly. "Yeah babe, thats right, are you touching yourself? Take off your pants!" Steve demanded on the other and and Kristen obliged. Struggling a bit with only one hand but after a few moments she had shoved her pants down her hips and used her long legs to get rid off them completely. Now only in her panties and the tanktop she slowly spread her legs and started to stroke the mound in her crotch again.

Suddenly the door opened with a bang and the young brunette jerked on the bed, closing her legs abruptly. Shocked and surprised it took her a moment before she realized that it was Alex who came bursting in like a madman. Their eyes meet and there it was again, the tension, the suspense that had been slowly building over the past and it seemed it was close to erupt like volcano. She did not say anything for a moment and was unable to listen to whatever Steve was saying on the other end of the line, her attention was solely focused on her brother now. Tall and commanding he stood in front of her bed staring at her. He did not say anything easier but took of his shirt and kicked off his shoes which were a pretty clear sign how he felt about this situation. There was something primal about his behaviour and even though Kristen was not able to comprehend it, it was affecting her. The words she had exchanged with Steve before appeared to be weak and bland now that there was actually something happening right in front of her. When their eyes met again she could not help herself but bite her lip for an instant. Confusion, expectation and excitement were all mixed up inside her and she just looked at her brother. "Are you there babe?" She heard on the phone and briefly shifted her attention towards her boyfriend on the phone. "Yeah I am still here", she whispered before she sat up and locking her green eyes on her brothers from below him. She could feel her hear beat faster and faster and without thinking any longer about it she decided to give in. "Yeah I am gonna take your cock in my hand now honey." Kristen said into the phone before leaning her head on the receiver to have both her hands free. She tucked on Alex shorts and pulled them down just enough to free his already stiff cock. Her mouth opened in awe once she layed her eyes on it. There were rumors of course that her brother was exceptionally well endowed but this was beyond what she had heard. Easily twice the length of Steve and thick as a soda can. Her gaunt fingers wrapped around it slowly, unablel to fully reach around it she felt every vein inside the palm of her hand and once more her eyes went up towards Alex.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Alex watched as Kristen tucked the landline handset into her chin and reached out for his pants, it was a sight he never thought he would witness and his adrenalin surged through his body, his muscles tensed, his entire demeanour shifted to that of a beats, a predator, a man who was going to take hold of her and destroy every shred of decency and innocence she might still possess. That one act declared her to be an incestuous little whore and he was going to take advantage of every second of time he had to spend with her. He grabbed her hands for a moment, staring into her eyes with a wicked feral and animal like glint, before he allowed her to drag down his boxers. His massive cock sprang out instantly, flicking droplets of pre cum onto her face as it did so the thick bulging length saturated with pre cum which had leaked from the glistening helm. the pulsing veins ran from tip to hilt and it twitched and waved about hungrily as he watched her. He wanted nothing more than to wrap the phone cord about her throat, using it to choke her a little as he fucked her with brutal roughness. However he restrained himself, just as eager to see where this was going. She was a lot more of a filthy little whore than he had thought or even dreamed, reaching for him while still on the phone to whoever she was fucking right now. Of course he would have to put a stop to that, eventually, but right now the thought of getting physical at last with his sweet innocent looking slut of a sister was overwhelming, destroying reason and caution, provoking him more and more, turning him into a ravenous monster whose desperate hunger would only be satisfied by her flesh.

He stared down at her, eyes locking with her as she shifted forwards, fucking his thick rod through her fingers as he stood there. he moved back and fort a little, fucking her hand with his cock, before he reached down, cupping and squeezing at one of her tits. His teeth clenched and he nodded towards the phone, his forefinger and thumb finding a nipple through her tank top and twisting it, tormenting and tugging at the nub as he silently goaded her to continue the call. He rested a knee on the bed, forcing her thighs apart, and reached down with his other hand to stroke at her panties. The flimsy black lace presented little barrier to the heat of his fingertips, as they slid along the crease of her cunt. He could feel the wet heat there, as he stroked back and forth, up and down, pushing her panties into the crevice of her gash and forcing them to soak up what was there, before he grasped and tugged at them enough to allow his eager questing fingers to slide around and begin torching her flesh, his fingers sinking into the groove of her cunny without a moments hesitation as he violated her sisterly cunt as though it was his god given right to do so. It was, the moment she had broken the taboo, initiated their incestuous connection, it was his right as the man to do whatever the fuck he wanted now. She was no more a passenger in this than he was. His sisters body belonged to him right now, just as his cock was in her hands.

There was much he wanted to say, but instead he had to still his tongue and instead let his cock and his fingers do the talking as he watched her, listened to her as his hands molested her tits through her top, while eager digits sank deep into her quivering cunt. They forced open her cunt lips and teased her with an inch of penetration, as his thick cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand. His weeping cockhead sent trails of his cock juice streaking down to roll over her fingers, as they strained and failed to grasp about the thick girth of his manhood. He pulled his hand away from her cunt, immediately moving it to her throat where he grasped it, a hot wet hold as his thumb slid up to brush across her lips before sinking between them, forcing her mouth open. He mouthed words at her, softly, barely audible. 'Talk... make them cum with your filthy fucking words' at her, looking between her face and the phone, before pulling his hand free to suck on the fingers before returning them to her quim, sinking them a little further in. He twisted his hand around, fingering her cunt with three fingers splaying apart her folds and drilling into her flesh, while his thumb fucked away at her clit, massaging it with a circular motion with folds of her own flesh as he returned to crudely indulging himself in the casual violation of her cunt.

His erection was enormous now, swelling and stretching as it rested between her fingers. He gritted his teeth to stop himself form hissing and growling aloud at the feel of her in his hands. His tit hand shifted, tugging roughly at her top to expose her tit so he could maul it more easily, flesh on flesh as he watched her intently. Taking full advantage, knowing that even if she changed her mind now, what could he do, what dare she do? Nothing. She was in his grasp now, literally, as he was in hers, their brother and sister bond sealed by their wicked sinful and incest wrought actions. The wrongness of the situation only serving to turn him on to stellar levels as he savoured the feel of her. He finger fucked her hard and fast, then slow and easy, erratically abusing her slit with one finger, then two, then three, then back to one. His thumb never stopped assaulting her clit, his other hand squeezing one tit, then shifting across to expose and grasp at the other, all the while his cold calculating eyes fucked her with their merciless and uncompromising gaze. He challenged her with his look and strained his body, as his cock wept pre cum into her slick palm and his own rough fingers continued to dance about her body. She was going to learn, if she had not guessed already, that her phone call washer only shred of salvation right now. As soon as that call ended he was going to wreck her.