Tentatively, I bring up a shaking hand. Blood is still splattered across my fingers but I don’t care. I find the pebbled flesh of my nipple and pinch it between my forefinger and thumb. I let out a gasp as my body reacts. The pain of the pinch travels straight to my core and my hips writhe. I slide in the blood, my knees sliding apart.
“Does that feel good?” Sam asks as he watches me.
I nod and let my hand trail down my body. When I reach the space between my thighs, I bunch up my dress, pulling it to where I can reach beneath the layers of hot pink tulle and satin. My fingers find my core and lightly brush against my lips. My thong is soaked in my own desire.
“I’m wet,” I tell him as I begin to rub slowly up and down my pussy. “For you.”
Sam lets out a low growl as the front of his slacks thickens. His hand slides into my hair, gripping the strands and sending stinging pain across my scalp.
“Beg for it,” he demands as my fingers find my clit. Sparks of pleasure race through me as my finger flicks the tender bundle of nerves. “Beg for your big brother to make you his dirty whore, Prom Queen.”
His words are filthy, degrading, incestous. And yet, they make my fingers move faster, playing with my clit as pleasure builds.
“Please, big brother,” I whine as I move my arms and push my tits together to entice him. “Fuck my mouth? Make me your dirty little slut and show this bitch,” I motion to Whitney’s mutilatedbody, “how much better I am than her.”
Sam’s fingers tighten in my hair as he pulls back my head. My fingers dip inside my panties to find my drenched hole. I slide the tips of my pointer and middle finger inside my pussy.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” my brother demands.
I immediately comply, opening wide with my tongue hanging out into the air. The taste of metallic death pricks my tastebuds.
“Fuck,” Sam groans as he undoes his pants and lets his cock spring free.
It’s long and thick and throbbing. I whimper as my eyes soak him in. I want it. I want his cock so fucking bad.
“Please,” I beg as my fingers slide deeper inside. My hips writhe, and I grind against my own hand. I stick my tongue back out and wait, desperate to taste him.
Sam smirks before leaning down and spitting on my tongue. My eyes go wide in shock. But I barely have a moment to respond before he straightens and shoves his length roughly in my awaiting mouth. I gag at the sudden intrusion before wrapping my lips around his silky shaft. He tastes exactly how I dreamed he would—warm and rich and manly. I moan around his length as he pulls his hips back before shoving inside again.
“Oh shit,” he moans as he begins to pick up the pace, fucking my throat. My fingers find a rhythm that matches his. “That’s it. Such a good little sister.” His hips stutter and his cock swells in my mouth. “My perfect slutty sister on her knees for me, her prom dress coveredin blood and cum.”
My thumb finds my clit and I begin to rub the swollen nub again. My pleasure begins to crest and I feel my orgasm rushing towards me.
“Stace, I’m gonna—” He shoves all the way down my throat and I gag. Spit flies from the corners of my mouth. “I’m gonna come.”
I attempt to nod as best I can, encouraging him. I want his come. I’m desperate to taste the wild pleasure of my other half. We’ve always been meant to be one, body and soul. He’s my other half and I want—no, I need all of him.
“Stacey. Stacey. Stacey.” He repeats my name like a prayer as he closes in on detonation.
My fingers move faster, furiously. One, two, three more pumps inside my drenched hole and I explode. My body goes rigid as pleasure shoots through me. I scream around his cock and that seems to send Sam over the edge.
“Fuck!” he shouts as warmth shoots down my throat. I do my best to swallow it down, desperate to show him just how good I can be.
“Oh shit,” Sam groans as the final ropes of cum spurt down my throat. I moan in ecstasy and suck down every last drop.
Gently, he pulls himself from inside my mouth. I lick my lips, making sure to clean up every drop as my brother watches through hooded lids. He lazily tucks himself back inside his pants before rubbing his thumb along my lower lip.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises. “My babydoll.”
Maybe prom won’t be such a disaster after all.
STACEY
I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston
The dance floor is packed. Bodies writhe against one another as couples grind in time with the music. The low light, tinted with a blue hue, casts an almost eerie glow across the gym. I watch as a blonde junior, I think her name is Dawn, dances with a group of giggling friends; off to the side, a brown-haired, scrawny little boy watches her with admiration. The way he looks at her is utter desperation.
“Great prom, Stacey,” some half-drunken fool shouts over the music as he passes me. I don’t even glance his way to give him the time of day.
