My Sister The Villainess - Chapter 100

I sighed in frustration. “Sis what’d I tell you about playing with my Switch?”

“Well, I was bored. And you know mom and dad are away on vacation so I just felt like playing it.”

“You’re lucky they’re out of town.” I Noticed the design of her shorts. ” Wait you’re wearing my underwear too?”

“Yeah. You know my ass is so fat they only fit in men’s underwear.” Her ass started jiggling. I could hear the clap of cheek against cheek. ” Do you like it on me?”

“…Why’re you talking like that? It’s weird.”

“Oh shut up. You’re only my half-brother.”

That’s right, motherf.u.c.kers. In my scenarios the word “step” don’t exist. F.u.c.k that. Blood or nothing.

I could tell that her ears were getting noticeably red. “H-hey. Tell you what, since I’m playing with your switch I’ll let you play with my fat ass. Sound like a plan?” She stuttered..

“That’s…but you’re, like, my half-sister. That’s kinda weird.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t. Come on it’s not that big a deal, I’ve seen you jack off to my bikini pictures plenty of times.”

Another sigh.

“Wait, you have?”

Yeah, you’re not fooling anyone.”

“You promise you won’t tell our parents?”

“I swear.”

“…F.u.c.k…”

I spent the next three minutes just rubbing and kneading those two glorious buns.

“Young Master, do I really have to finish this?”

I slapped her rump loudly in response.

I heard an audible whimper as she resigned herself to her fate.

“Yes, grab my ass. Play with my ass, brother. Yeah, s-slap it.” Her sweet, hushed m.o.a.ns were amazingly seductive. The way she kept softly calling, “Big bro…oh, big bro…” in that faint, whispery voice of her’s was also a massive turn-on.

“Next scene!” I called after another ten minutes of playing with her.

“…Already? But–”

I clapped. “Next.” Another clap. “Scene.”

She threw the red-and-blue painted wooden “Switch” directly at my head.

Fifteen minutes of prep time later and Vera was sleeping on the bed.

“Hey, Vee.” I called. “Vee. Wake up. Good morning.”

“Good morning. Is that for me?” She pointed to the plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs I had in my hand.

“Yeah I made you breakfast. Oh, sis…your shirt.” There was an exposed b.r.e.a.s.t hanging out.

“Oops. My bad.” She slowly buttoned it.

“Um, I’ll leave this for you.

Okay.” she giggled, though it sounded a touch forced. “You’re the best. Thanks, Damien~!” She said as I started walking away. A moment later. “Young Master, why am I narrating this part?”

“If you don’t narrate how will the viewers know about our backstory?” I called back to her.

“PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE SEEING THIS?!” She nearly dropped dead from embarrassment right then and there.

“No? Just us.” I had become inspired and asked Sera earlier is it was possible to record images instead of just watching live streams like how Mother was using them. She gave me a fist-sized orb that upon feeding it magic would open a pair of wings. I used it now.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. Come on, say your lines.”

The girl gave me an uneasy glance and nodded a moment later. “The things I do for love…” She muttered. Very Courage-like

” I have the best brother in the world. He’s cute and successful and takes care of me. Which is good cuz mom and dad are rarely around. My big brother really stepped up to the plate.”

…After breakfast…

“My brother Damien is way too nice to me so i had to do something to push him over the edge to punish me.”

“Hey, Vee, don’t get distracted by the TV, you have work to do.”

I knew she wanted to ask what a TV was. I could see it written all over her face.

“Ugh. Whatever.”

“NO, not whatever. This is important. Focus”

“Why’re you being so bossy right now?”

“This is for your own benefit. I’m just trying to watch out for you.”

“I mean breakfast in bed was nice but right now you’re being kinda an asshole”

“That’s not fair.” I pointed out.

“So what’re you gonna do about it?” She challenged.

I shook my head. “That’s it you’re coming with me!” I stood up and grabbed her arm.

“What’re you doing?”

Some time later I had her wrists tied to the bed canopy. She struggled half-heartedly.

“You can’t do this to me!”

“Well if you aren’t going to do your homework this is what you’re gonna get”

“F.u.c.k doing my homework!”

I blew out air through my nose. “That’s it, you need something more.” I took up one of her horsewh.i.p.s from my bed and lifted her skirt before starting a firm beating of her ass.

“Ah! Hah…uhn….oh….anh~…” She let out more m.o.a.ns just like she had in the last scene. She bit her lip and arched her back, raising her ass higher for me. This went on until I silently prompted her to say her next set of dialogue. “Okay, okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry Damien!”

“That’s more like it.”

” It’s just…I haven’t had d.i.c.k in a while. Me and my boyfriend have been fighting.

“I don’t even care about my boyfriend I just wanted my brother to manhandle me.”

“SO, what then, that means you can’t do your homework?”

“Well it’s just been hard to focus, you know?”

She lifted her bare foot and used it to rub at my c.o.c.k through my thin shorts. I was already sporting a half-chub.

“Woah…uh-ha…woah.”

“And I wanted his d.i.c.k in me. I wanted him to bend me over and stick it in. And he did.”

“Hold on, I don’t know.”

“Come on, Damien.”

“I mean don’t you think this is a little much?”

“What, are you scared of mom?”

“No.”

“And I mean dad is never around so he’s not going to find out.”

“C-Come on. ” She begged, faltering momentarily. “I can tell you like it.”

“Oh, f.u.c.k. Alright.” I ignored the tiny lapse in character and pulled down her skirt entirely. Her cheeks were spread to showcase two pretty pink holes. As a man who loves eating out his women till they see God, I was already salivating and ready to lick her from ass to p.u.s.s.y. I was wishing I had two tongues with which to tease her. But that’s not the way this scene works out so I resisted the urge to bury my face in her ass and simply whipped out Ol’ Reliable.

I thought of it further and decide a small change in script wasn’t bad, therefore choosing to pop in a buttplug.

Another notification from the system came in telling me about a new Origin point acquisition.

“M-Maybe if you f.u.c.k me I’ll be able to pay attention better.” Vera fought past the pleasure and recited her lines with determination. “Wait. Young Master, remember, you absolutely can’t put it in yet!”

She really was adamant about her first time being on our wedding night. I respected that. Without a word I began to rub my c.o.c.k over her wet lips. After a while I could feel her legs shaking, struggling to keep from buckling. I was already thoroughly lubricated but, as per request, didn’t go the last step so I just reached around and started playing with her bean. It was too much. She didn’t last ten minutes before her legs finally gave out. But thanks to her hands being tied up top she didn’t fall. I also held her with my free hand.

Not to mention my c.o.c.k was helping to keep her up as well. She had a good deal of support, lets just say.

I turned her head to face me and gave her a kiss. “Next scene,” I whispered.

“Already?!”

“Don’t worry, you’re not in this one.”

I looked over at the stiff, straight-backed Mary who’d been patiently waiting her turn over by the other side of the bed.

Her constant fidgeting, reddening skin and the knitting of her brows were all indicators of her arousal. She’d been blindfolded for Vera’s benefit. But I knew she’s be imagining all kinds of things thanks to everything she must’ve heard.

The vibrating eggs I’d attached to her n.i.p.p.l.es and clitoral region also may have helped. Though she hadn’t said a word so far it was obvious she was fighting to keep from letting out her voice.

***

“And start!” My words cued the next story.

“Help, I got stuck under the bed!” Mary’s monotone could be faintly heard from behind the door.

“Mom, what happened?” I asked as I came in.

“It’s my ring, it fell under the bed…I tried to get it but got stuck. Help me.”

“But how did you get stuck?”

“This…well…” She cleared her throat. “I…My ass is dummy thick and now I can’t get out.” I could hear her cursing under her breath. “Who would say such stupid lines? Honestly….”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there!” I replied enthusiastically. Kneeling down, I brought her ass to my crotch and pulled her to me. I lightly moved the cat tail shaped buttplug she wore and caused her breath to hitch.

After a couple moments of trying to help her, not really trying though, I wiped imaginary sweat from my brow. “Wow! You’re in there good. Let me put my d.i.c.k in, see if I can pull you out that way. Hold on tight, okay?

“Damien, wait, I’m your mother,” Mary exclaimed, sounding as if she said it against her will.

It was too late. I was already f.u.c.k.i.n.g her.

“Damien, honey…hold on….not so rough….your father could come back any minute, we can’t do this!”

“Huh.” I began. “You know, actually, I’m tired of these scenes. Let me see your face now.”

“If you were going to stop me, couldn’t you have done it before I said all those idiot things?” Mary crawled out from the bed and have me a hard stare as she climbed my waist and started riding me.

A second later and a new voice joined them.”As if you have any right to complain,” Vera spoke sourly, watching us from the far side of the room. She’d just returned from a short shower and was curiously holding a long, double-headed dildo just then.

Dildos, buttplugs, anal beads, vibrators. That’s right, f.u.c.kers. I’m armed and dangerous.

” I had a lot more stupid lines than you did.”

“That is true…” Mary frowned. “What is that?” She pointed at the dildo. “We are not using that, whatever it is. I refuse.”

“Come on, I’m leaving soon. Why not? It’ll be fun.”

“I think I know what you want to use it for. No.”

“…Tsk.”

“Why the whole sister set up anyway?” Vera asked.

I shrugged. ” Cuz fetish, that’s why.”

“Hmph. I bet you’d have been happier if it were Dolly, then, wouldn’t you.”

“Stop being disgusting.” I admonished.

“How am I the disgusting one here? Young Master…I swear…I really want to hit you. No, know what? Forget this. You two have fun on your own. I’m not going to involve myself here anymore. Making us do this in front of each other, you really have gotten quite cheeky just because I’ve been so tolerant. And can you two stop already? We’re having a conversation.”

She referred to the two of us casually continuing our s.e.x.

“What? It feels good.” I replied defensively.

“It’s far too late to be squeamish about this, Vera.” Her mother agreed. “The moment we chose to share a man with incubus blood you should have known things would get a touch debaucherous.”

“Yeah. And I can’t ignore your mother’s needs. She hasn’t finished yet by a long shot.”

“And I have? Every time I was about to, you kept changing the damn–”

“That’s why I was going to suggest you get on the bed.’ I interrupted. ” I can do two things at once, you know? Mary can lay down and you can stand on all fours. It’ll work out, trust me.”

“”No.”” They said as one. They aren’t there yet, I knew. It’s fine. I am a patient man!

“It was just a suggestion.”

“We told you we didn’t want to have threesomes with each other.”

“So I can have you one at a time, in the same room, but doing you both simultaneously is a no? That doesn’t make much sense. It’s also way less fun.”

“”I am not going to have s.e.x with my mother/daughter”” They were, yet again, in perfect sync.

“It would be me having s.e.x with you both, though, not the two of you with each other. Not unless you start getting licky.” I spoke mildly. ” But I get it.”

Again, I am a patient mother f.u.c.ker. My dreams of a true oyakodon will be realized eventually.

“I’ll be downstairs. Finish up, but do it quietly. The walls are pretty thin, alright?” As if everyone doesn’t already know what we’ve been doing.

She started walking away out, but before she even reached the door my left nut started aching like crazy. The door flew off its hinges.

“Lady Claybrook, please! T-T-They’re busy!”

Minerva’s panicky tone reached me first. What followed closely after was the image of Mother’s snarling face appearing in the doorframe.

The room instantly felt thirty degrees colder.

“Oh hi,Mom” I greeted nonchalantly, having to turn my head since my back was towards her.

I held Mary close. Her p.u.s.s.y became almost unbearably tight in fear to the extent where I damn near came right there and then.

In fact, I did. F.u.c.k.

Mary jerked and bit into my shoulder as she, too, reached a small climax.

Mother’s nostrils flared. “….GET YOUR CUNT OFF OF MY SON!!”