Convincing Kendra: Part Four

Things around Kendra's home are getting a little odd. Her mother and her eighteen-year-old sister are acting strange, leading Kendra to feel as if she's being left out of some private joke. When her best friend, Marin, starts acting the same way, Kendra is confronted with the awful truth. 

Her asshole brother, Pierce, is some kind of over-endowed stud. He's laid his mother, their youngest sister, Kendra's bestie, and he's intent on bedding the entire household. Only Kendra holds out. What's a big-dicked brother with a raging hard-on for his spiteful sister to do? Put those other sluts to work, of course, and start convincing Kendra. 

Kinks Served: Incest, Betrayal, Seduction, Cock worship, FemChastity, Anal, Rimming, Girl/Girl, Group Sex

Chapter Four: Pierce's Control

Kendra’s panties were soaked. She lay on her bed with her earphones on, blasting music to cover the sounds of the unreal fucking happening just down the hall. Two hours ago, her mother had screamed like a banshee as she orgasmed dramatically on her son’s cock. An hour after that, it was Hayla, crying out her pleasure from the floor below. Now, Marin was squealing with unbridled ecstasy just down the hall, where Pierce had no doubt left the door open to torture his sister with the sounds of her best friend’s submission to his cock.

Kendra didn’t want to take off the headphones. She didn’t want to hear Marin getting the fuck of her life. Most definitely, she didn’t want to have a wet cunt and soaked panties over it. And she also had to pee.

She kept the headphones on and dashed down the hall to the bathroom, where she shut the door. It was so unfair that Pierce, of all people, was some kind of ridiculous sex god. He didn’t deserve it. He should have a micropenis, locked in a cage, and suffer the ridicule of every woman on earth, while he remained a virgin until he died. It was so unfair.

When she left the bathroom, Marin came stumbling out of Pierce’s room and bumped into the wall, off balance, and looking like the dazed survivor of a bombing. She giggled, squeezed one of her tits, and then saw Kendra watching her from the far end of the hall, looking furious.

“Uh, hey,” Marin said and waved.

“Bitch,” Kendra grumbled and started toward her room.

“Kendra, wait,” Marin called and staggered toward her, tripped, touched the wall for support, and resumed her bow-legged swagger toward her friend.

Kendra didn’t hear her through the headphones and kept walking. She shut the door and flopped back on the bed, but Marin let herself in a moment later. Kendra was silent, angry, flushed, and aroused, as her friend stood nude in the doorway. Marin’s body glistened with sweat and her hair was a complete mess. The evidence of the animalistic pounding she’d just taken was clear to the most casual glance.

Kendra took off the headphones and said, “What?”

“Can I come in?” Marin asked.

“You already did.”

Marin stepped in further and lay on the bed. Kendra wrinkled her nose in disgust, but Marin didn’t seem to notice.

“You had your fun,” Kendra said. “Maybe you should just go.”

“Don’t be like that,” Marin said. “It’s not my fault. Not really.”

Kendra growled and said, “No, of course, it isn’t. It’s my asshole brother’s giant cock. Right?”

“You don’t understand,” Marin said. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“He’s fucking my mom. He’s fucking my sister! How is this not a concern for you?” Kendra wailed.

“You don’t understand,” Marin said again. “Just go down the hall. Ask him to show you. He’ll do it.”

“I am not going to go ask my brother to fuck me! Are you stupid?”

And that was when Pierce appeared and leaned against the doorframe. Of course, he was naked, and his dick hung down nearly to his knee. Marin fell silent and looked at it worshipfully.

“Get out!” Kendra shouted. “Get the fuck out!”

Pierce frowned and took a step into the room, ignoring his sister’s demand. Kendra got on her knees and was about to protest again when Pierce stopped and stood next to Marin with his cock in her face.

“You forgot something,” he said and hefted his cock to her lips.

Marin opened her mouth and Kendra watched with mute fascination as her brother pushed his dick into her mouth. Marin moaned around the big knob and Kendra swore that her friend’s eyes rolled back in her head. Pierce fixed his sister with his stupid, gloating smirk.

“She didn’t clean her cunt off it,” Pierce explained as he so casually stretched out Marin’s mouth. “Say you’re sorry, Marin.”

“Hm Gry,” Marin mumbled through a mouthful of cock.

“Stop it,” Kendra hissed, her eyes riveted on Marin’s stuffed mouth and aroused flush. “Pierce, stop it!”

Pierce pushed his dick in and out of Marin’s mouth for a few more seconds before pulling it out, leaving a slimy trail of her spit from her lips to his cockhead.

“You don’t have to stop,” Marin said, her voice nearly pleading.

Kendra grimaced with disgust at her dick-whipped friend, while Pierce chuckled and idly groped one of Marin’s tits.

“We can do it again,” Marin said. “You can fuck me again.”

Pierce continued to squeeze her boob and seemed to contemplate it, but his eyes were on Kendra’s abashed face.

“Tell you what,” Pierce said. “I’m not going to fuck you again. Not until Kendra gets on her knees and puts her hands around my dick.”

“But—“ Marin whined.

Pierce squeezed her tit and said, “Not until Kendra gets on her knees, and puts two hands around my cock, Marin.”

The look Marin gave her friend was part pleading and part angry. Kendra sat back. Marin was actually blaming her for Pierce’s refusal to fuck her?

“I’m not doing that!” Kendra stated. “Get the fuck out, Pierce.”

Pierce stepped back.

“Wait!” Marin said and sat up. “Kendra, you can just touch it. That’s all you have to do. You just have to touch it.”

“What the fuck? I’m not touching… him! Do you even hear yourself?” Kendra argued.

Pierce turned to leave, and Marin tried again.

“Please, Kendra!”

“No. Fucking. Way!” Kendra shrieked.

Pierce chuckled and started for the door, took a step out, and Marin got off the bed. She flashed Kendra another angry glare over her shoulder as she followed Pierce out, calling, “Pierce, wait!”

Kendra watched her go in open-mouthed disbelief. It was so bizarre. What the hell had Pierce done to them, to get all three of them so… addicted.

She’d watched it happen, watched him stuff his huge prick into their mother. The ridiculous pleasure was written all over her face, and clearly, Hayla and Marin had felt the same thing. But it was just sex. No sex could be good enough to make someone act like that. Could it?

Kendra got down from the bed on shaky legs and followed Marin out the door. She could save her. Getting her away from Pierce for a while was all she needed. Just some time away from his influence, and her best friend would get her head straight.

The sight in the hallway, however, stopped her cold and blew every thought of saving Marin out of her mind. Pierce had his palms flat on the wall, his ass stuck out, and Marin sat on her knees behind him. She had his butt cheeks parted and was rimming his ass. Pierce, though, was watching Kendra.

“The longer Kendra holds out,” Pierce said to Marin, “the more I’m going to take away from you. If she’s not on her knees by the end of the night, with my dick in her hands, I’m not going to let you suck it anymore, either.”

Marin actually sniffled as she licked his ass, a heartbreaking, desperate sound that tugged at Kendra’s heartstrings. It reminded her of the day Marin had lost her shot at the eighth-grade play’s lead role, after practicing for weeks. Only this sound was worse. So much worse.

The two doors at the end of the hall opened. Marsha and Hayla peered out and then started down the hall. At least they’d put on bras and panties.

“Mom, Hayla,” Pierce said as Marin tongued his butthole. “I’ve got some bad news.”

The two of them looked frightened as they watched Marin rim Pierce.

“Until Kendra gets on her knees and puts her hands around my cock, I’m not fucking any of you.”

Marsha gasped and Hayla whined, both of them turning astonished, angry glares on Kendra. Kendra took a step back. This couldn’t actually be happening.

“Kendra,” Marsha said. “Why don’t you just touch your brother’s cock?”

“What is even going on right now?” Kendra whined. “I’m not touching his dick!”

“Why not?” Hayla blurted. “Why are you being such a… a cunt?”

Kendra reeled back as if she’d been slapped and tears welled up in her eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” she squeaked.

Marin pulled her tongue from Pierce’s butthole and said, “Kendra, please.”

Kendra’s eyes bounced from Marin’s pleading face, which Pierce guided back to her task, then to Hayla’s furious glare, to her mother’s stern expression, and finally, Pierce’s smug, stupid face.

She pushed through the lot of them at a run, shoving her mother aside and taking the stairs down.

“Kendra, wait!” Marsha called.

“Kendra!” Hayla screamed after her.

Blinded by tears, Kendra ran from the house and got into her car. She was able to lock the doors, but her keys and phone were still inside. She hit the steering wheel and growled. The shadows of her half-naked mother and sister filled the open doorway, where they watched her like some kind of mind-controlled sex zombies.

It was like a standoff, but Kendra was in a losing position. Eventually, she would have to come out. She’d have to eat, to pee, and in the morning, the summer heat would start boiling the inside of the car. For now, though, she had a little time.

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Will Kendra give in to her brother's advances? Will she be left with any choice? Find out in the full story, Convincing Kendra.

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