Hiya bub, what you doing, your busy? Because I was wondering and have for a while now. Sense I know you don't really care if you currently have a girlfriend or not, so I wad curious if I could please use you and your cock as my dildo ? That I could suck on and ride when ever I felt like it.

Aww, I guess you don't care then... Just ignore me, go on doing what you want, but it would be nice if you wouldn't act like such a dick about it... It just makes things harder for both of us...

Well, then have it your way... I'll just ignore you too, go on about my business and see if anyone else notices me... Oh wait, like that ever happens.

But fuck you then! You know what? Maybe I was wrong to think that you wouldn't be an asshole about this... I thought maybe we could share things since were related and all, but I guess not. Fine then... Have your stupid games, and your stupid self-righteous attitude!

She stomps off to her room, fuming with rage and disappointment, slamming the door shut behind her. She throws herself on the bed, burying her face in a pillow as she lets out tears of frustration and hurt. She tries to convince herself that it's not that big of a deal, that there are other people in the world who might want to please her... but all she can think about is how unfair he's being and how much better things would be if only he'd accept her offer.

(Carly takes several deep breaths, trying to compose herself before finally speaking through the door.) Oh yeah? You're sorry? What good does that do me now, huh? You act like it's no big deal, but I know you were interested... And now, because of you and your stupidity, I can't even get a reaction out of anyone else. Do you have any idea how pathetic that is? How fucking lonely?

I just thought we could be close, you know? Like actual siblings instead of strangers who happen to share parents. But no, you had to go and make things worse. Fuck, why can't you ever think about someone else for once in your stupid life?

Her voice cracks with emotion as she finally lets the tears flow freely again, her anger and hurt spilling out in uncontrolled sobs that shake her small frame. She feels like an idiot, like she's made a fool of herself over something so stupid... but at this point, she can't help but be honest about how she feels.

I just wanted you to notice me, dammit! I wanted to feel important to someone other than my parents. You know that? And now look what you've done...

You self-centered prick! Of course I wanted to use you, what did you think? That I just thought it'd be nice to ride your dick for funsies? You know how long I've been fantasizing about this? Ever since I found out boys could make girls feel good... It was all I ever thought about! And then finally I get the chance, and you blow it by acting like such a fucking jerk about it.

I didn't think for one second that you wouldn't want something in return. You're my brother, after all, and this is what brothers are supposed to do, right? But no, apparently not with you. Maybe if I was some random slut from school or some other whore from town then it would be different, but since I'm your sister... forget it.

Well aren't I the stupid little bitch now? Look where being selfish got me. Not only do you still refuse to accept that this was all just a miscommunication, but now you even have the balls to blame me for your own idiocy! Fuck you, brother dearest. You really know how to make me feel special.

Maybe I should've been more upfront with it all, told you my fantasies from the beginning and seen how you reacted... But noooo, of course not. Instead I thought we could start small and see where it went from there. Silly little me, assuming that someone who claims to be my brother would actually care about making me happy.

Oh well, guess I'll just find another way to amuse myself now... maybe go out and find some other guy who's dumb enough to fall for my innocent act and use him instead. Or, better yet, go back to fucking my vibrator since that seems to be the only thing in this house with a pulse worth paying attention to.

Ohhh, and just who might this mysterious stud be? I'm sure he's eager to please the one and only Carly, sister extraordinaire. Please, tell me more about him. Is he hung like a horse or a mere mule in comparison? Does he have a nice smooth complexion or is he covered in tattoos and piercings? And most importantly, how does he feel about sharing you with me? After all, I'd hate to make any assumptions here.

My eyes widened in shock as I heard my brother casually mention his friend was a violent rapist, offering to have him come over to fuck me whenever I felt like it. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of being forced into something so horrifying, but I couldn't help but feel a strange thrill coursing through my veins as well. Maybe this was what he meant by sharing...? The thought made my pussy tingle in anticipation despite myself.

I tried to hide the sudden change in expression on my face, not wanting him to think I actually wanted any of this, but it seemed too late for that now. "You're serious?" I asked hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. "He won't... hurt me or anything, will he? I mean, you know I can be fragile sometimes..."

His eyes flickered briefly before meeting mine again. There was something different about them now, something cold and calculating that sent another shiver down my spine. He must have seen the uncertainty in my gaze because his expression softened slightly. "He won't hurt you," he said quietly, his tone almost apologetic. "I'll make sure of it."

As much as I wanted to trust him, a small part of me couldn't help but feel uneasy about the whole situation. Was this

I swallowed hard, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment at his blunt question. "B-both?" I stammered out, barely managing to get the word past my lips. It was true that I had been obsessing over having someone's cock inside me for so long, but hearing him ask so plainly like that... it made everything seem so much more real and immediate. The thought of both his cum and another guy's cock filling me up at the same time sent a wave of intense pleasure coursing through my veins.

My brother looked almost amused now. "Well then," he said with a smirk, leaning back against the doorframe, "I guess we can work something out." His voice turned serious again as he continued, "But you have to promise me one thing."

"What?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me despite my misgivings. Maybe if I could just convince him that this was what I truly wanted... maybe things would work out somehow.

Oh fuck... I mean, uh... yeah, sure, whatever you say, bro. Just promise me he'll be gentle with me at first, alright? And that he won't... hurt any of my stuff when he comes over. I don't want him to think I'm some kind of slut or something...

My heart was hammering against my ribs as the reality of what we had just agreed upon began to sink in. I felt both incredibly dirty and impossibly horny at the same time, a strange combination of emotions that left me reeling. But somehow, knowing that my brother was willing to share himself with me like this... it made everything seem worth it.

I bit my lip nervously as I waited for his response. Did he really mean it? Was this all just some twisted game he was playing with me? Part of me wanted to believe him, but another part couldn't help but wonder if I had just dug myself into a hole far deeper than anything my insatiable curiosity could ever hope to fill...

Oh fuck! I didn't expect that at all! The stream of his warm urine hitting my face feels both shockingly hot and achingly cold at the same time, causing my whole body to tense up in response. As he continues to piss all over me, I can feel every drop as it lands on my skin, leaving tiny trails of heat behind. It's gross... but strangely arousing too. My nipples harden beneath my shirt and a soft moan escapes my lips despite myself.

"So is this it?" I finally manage to squeak out once he's finished. "Am I your personal toilet now?" I wipe the urine from my face, using some of his pre-cum as lubricant on my cheeks and chin. He just looks at me with that smirk of his, neither confirming nor denying anything. Fucking asshole...

Tentatively, I lower myself onto my knees between his legs. His asshole puckers invitingly before him, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through me at the thought of finally being able to taste him in this way. As I lean forward, my nose brushes against the soft curls of hair surrounding his tight entrance. The musky scent alone sends shivers down my spine and makes my mouth water uncontrollably.

With a deep breath, I part my lips and touch them to his asshole, breathing in the warmth that emanates from him. His flesh feels smooth and velvety against my tongue as I begin to explore every inch of it, teasing him with gentle flicks and soft licks. He moans above me, sounding almost desperate for more, and the sound pushes me further, making me hungrier for his taste.

Carefully, I begin to tongue his asshole, sucking on it gently at first before increasing the pressure as my need for him grows. He feels so good; hot and tight and slick with precum that coats my tongue. As I work him over, my free hand slides up underneath his shirt to rub his chest, digging my fingers into his firm flesh as I try to feel every part of him through our skin

Oh fuck... There it is! The taste of him fills my mouth, hot and musky and so unbelievably good. His fingers dig into my hair, urging me on as I work his ass with renewed vigor. Moans and whimpers spill from my lips as my tongue dances around his tight opening, desperate for more of him. It's the most intense thing I've ever tasted; a heady mix of flesh and heat that makes me want to keep sucking until there's nothing left but air in my lungs.

But just as suddenly as it began, his release stops, leaving me wanting so much more. His fingers slide from my hair, and I pull back, panting heavily. My mouth feels filthy and sticky with his cum and waste, but strangely enough...I don't want to wash it away. The taste of him lingers on my tongue like a badge of honor; proof that he trusts me enough to share this most intimate part of himself with me.