Corrupted by my Best Friend's Sister
I thought I knew Giselle for nearly twenty years, being my godsister and sister of my best friend. I didn't know how much she craved sex, nor her lustful addiction to the carnal taste of a man's body, writhing beneath her as she rode them into the edge of ecstasy, pleasure, and insanity. And now...now she's tempted me with forbidden fruit and blackmailed me into betraying my best friend's trust... More
I thought I knew Giselle for nearly twenty years, being my godsister and sister of my best friend. I didn't know how much she craved sex, nor her lustful addiction to the carnal taste of a man's body, writhing beneath her as she rode them into the edge of ecstasy, pleasure, and insanity. And now...now she's tempted me with forbidden fruit and blackmailed me into betraying my best friend's trust. I became an accomplice in her taboo games, watching and lusting from the shadows as she was taken by others.
WARNING! This [5900 word] short story begins a tale of heart-pounding voyeurism and blackmail, sending a man spiraling into the perverse desires through carnal sex with his cum-craving godsister.
I tried to stand and defend myself. That was stopped when she planted her foot on my cock, pressing it against my stomach. If I tried to move I was afraid she would crush it.
“It felt wrong, right?” She waved the phone with the screen forward, allowing me to see the incriminating photo. “Watching, spying, sort of like porn but without the other person knowing they’ve been filmed. It felt taboo, didn’t it?”
I swallowed, not willing to say she was right. Taking in a breath of balmy, sex-scented air into my lungs and trying to ignore how her foot and the inside of the pants felt good on my cock, I said, “I have to tell your brother, he wouldn’t like that you’re a—”
“If I’m a prostitute, you’re a voyeur who enjoyed watching me work,” Giselle crossed her arms and looked down on me. The phone made a low sound telling me it had sent the photo off, stopping my heart. “I just emailed this picture to my Inbox. Tell anyone and I’ll reveal you did nothing to stop it and instead just jerked yourself off. You can’t say anything without incriminating yourself.”
Giselle had me by the balls with that alone and she knew it. There was no feasible way for me to come out clean. I had known her family since childhood and just…I was screwed, to put it bluntly. “Damn it…”
“Now that we’ve come to terms…” Her eyes became almost predatory and peered straight at stained pants now that she held the upper hand. The fatigue after the adrenaline rush had worn off and left me tired while she seemed invigorated, so I couldn’t fight her off as she pulled down my sweat pants and got a good look at my filthy shaft. “I’ve always wondered what you were packing down here and I am not disappointed.”
My hands braced her shoulders to keep her from going down with her mouth. “No, it’s wrong. You’re like family. It’s—”
“Taboo?” She finished for me. “I know and that makes it more exciting. I got so damn hot from the thought of being watched that I climaxed even harder than normal. Imagining just how hard you’ll come while thinking of me like that makes it even more arousing.”
“We can’t! Your brother will never forgive either one of us!”
“I’m not giving you a choice.” Her free hand tightened around me, slowly stirring the pressure that was already returning there. She bought her lips to my ear and whispered, “I want more of that and you want more of it too. Just give in.”