Page 110 of A Foster Fling

When I didn’t immediately comply, he jerked my head, tightening his grip in my hair until my eyes watered from the pain. With the lids closed tight, I did as he ordered. He placed the pad of his forefinger flat on my tongue. I gagged.

“Close your mouth and suck it off.”

Once I did as he bade, he returned that finger to my pussy and began circling my clit. I didn’t want my body to respond, but my sick mind was receiving some perverted pleasure out of his abuse. I stopped myself from grinding into his hand.

“Say your mine, Salma,” Raul commanded as he built my passion, navigating my most private area with the same assurity and skill I used for myself when alone in the dark with my depraved fantasies. How did he know my body so well? “Say it.”

“I can’t,” I begged. “This is wrong. We are family. You are my brother, for fuck’s sake. We can’t do this again,”

He released my hair and moved away. I listened to the rustle of his pants, the draw of a zipper. I was afraid to look over my shoulder because I knew my pleas had been ignored. Raul suffered from a selective hearing disorder. I was sure it ran in the family, especially among the men.

What I did not expect to feel was copious amounts of aloe poured down the crack of ass. Before I could ask why, I felt him slip a finger past the ring of muscle of my nether hole. I squealed and tried to get away, but again he trapped me in his grasp. I began to cry. Because I knew he would not stop. He would not let me escape.

“You still hurt from yesterday,si?” He probed me again and my face burned in humiliation as he stretched me with his fingers. “So I will punish you another way.”

“Please, please, don’t do this,” I sobbed. “Raul, I’m begging you. Don’t take me this way. Don’t use me this way.”

“Beg me again,” he taunted. “I enjoy when you demean and abase yourself.”

“I-I’m not.” I choked on the words as I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Oh, but you are,mi princesa.And can I just say, it is delicious.” He shot me a salacious grin. “I love hearing my name on your lips. I love that you would lower yourself enough to plead. I always expected you to suffer in stubborn silence, but not my girl. No, she has no shame when it comes to me.”

Rotten bastard. “I fucking hate you,” I whispered.

I didn’t mean to say it aloud, or maybe I did–but the words took his smile away. A dark shadow moved over his face, making him look like a monster. The rage that overtook his features made me wish I could run far, far away.

“Watch your mouth,princesa.You are my family. You are my life. You are my world. You are everything to me. But I will not hesitate to tame you, to show you that there are consequences to every poor decision you make.”

I had not even a chance to breathe before he forced his hard cock into my ass.

For the second time in as many days, my brother took my body in violence, conquering me for his own. I screamed, but his free hand reached over my mouth, trapping my cry inside even as tears poured from my eyes. He kept breaching the tender channel, slow and steady, forcing the tight muscle to accept his girth.

My smothered mewls sounded pathetic even to my own ears, and did little to comfort the throbbing ache in my rear as my brother pushed his cock even deeper. I tried to resist him. I tried to pull away, but we were fused. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. All I could see was pain. I shuddered with it.

“Lie still, Salma, or your punishment will be worse.”

Bullshit. There could be no worse. The agony. The shame. The confusion as my body both loved and loathed the man taking me in my most private and embarrassing orifice. Was nothing sacred? I whimpered my distress behind his palm.

“It hurts, it hurts, ” I cried, though it sounded more like an incoherent yowl than actual words.

Raul leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Bear down on my cock,princesa.You can take it. Easy does it. It won’t hurt for much longer if you just accept this is happening and let me in. Breathe through it. I’ll wait.”

I don’t know if I did all what he’d said, but the pain lessened some as I forced myself to relax and breathe deeply in and out through my nostrils.

“Good girl. See? Your body was made for me. You just have to stop fighting us.”

I tried to focus on his words, tried to convince myself that I wanted this too, reminded myself that, before yesterday, I wanted to be intimate with him. Maybe I had manifested my own desires and was being punished for wanting something so wicked. But it was too late. There was no turning back. All that was left was for me to choose whether to try to enjoy the experience or keep pushing him away and risk his wrath.

He began moving again. “That’s it, baby girl, take me all the way in.”

Some sick part of me bloomed at his praise, and I hated myself for it. Hated that I was willing to suffer for him.

He stretched me slowly with his thick shaft, easing in and out with lazy, deliberate strokes as I panted through my nose and moaned behind his palm, which was still flat against my lips. His rhythm evened, and so he was fucking me in earnest.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

I nodded emphatically.