Forced Family Breeding – Target: Big Sister (Book 2)

Story Excerpt

Miranda towel dried her legs in the fogged glass of the medicine cabinet, her hair curling in loose brown coils above the blue of the bath towel and her own pale thighs. At 24 years old, her body exuded a raw sex appeal, with a touch of extra weight perfectly distributed in all the right places. Her large, perky tits were often the first thing anyone noticed of Miranda, even after she started speaking. Her thick, juicy curves rounded a peak with a wide pear shaped ass. A small extra accumulation on her belly screamed fertility.

Her younger sister, Courtney, didn’t bother knocking. The door banged open so hard the handle punched through the drywall. Her bare chest was already flush, nipples erect and excited.

“The fuck is this?” Miranda demanded.

Courtney stepped forward, grabbed her big sister’s towel and tore it away exposing her large breasts with a delicious bounce. Miranda took a half step back, unable to retreat in the small confines of the bathroom. She was equal parts taken aback and angry by what seemed like a stupid prank. But Courtney’s mind was already gone, twisted, warped, and reclaimed by her older brother, Jake. She was his sexual puppet, eager to obey any commands, so long as she was rewarded with his cum.

“Let me taste you,” Courtney swooned, licking her lips. “I need to get you nice and wet. I need to!”

“Are you drunk?” Miranda sneered.

Courtney shuffled closer, bringing her face close enough to touch her sister’s nose. She clasped Miranda’s wrists, holding tight, then tilted her head down for a direct kiss on the lips.

Miranda’s voice trailed into a stutter. Courtney didn’t release her. She held Miranda’s wrist pinned to the sink, her body absurdly strong for her small size as if fueled by some primal need, her face still plastered to Miranda’s. Miranda could taste her little sister’s breath―sweet and hot, her breathing swift and erratic. Without warning, she used her chin to pull open Miranda’s mouth and darted her tongue inside, urgent and slick. Miranda yanked her head back, freeing one hand in the process, but Courtney was relentless, her free hand digging into Miranda’s shoulder, pressing their bodies together.

“Cut it out!” Miranda twisted away, but Courtney’s grip was solid, her hips driving Miranda back into the cold edge of the counter.