I surveyed the bedroom. The bed was king-sized, of course, the frame composed of pleasant dark cherry wood. The bureaus and nightstand, as part of set, were formed of the same wood as the bed frame. They were all I planned to keep in here.
Candi’s clothes and jewelry would need to be moved out to accommodate my own furnishings. The simple black cotton sheets would be replaced with white satin. The dark heavy drapes would be ousted in favor of light white drapes.
I looked in the walk-in closet. Lots of room in here. A good place to store future suits and blazers. Closing the door behind me, I stepped over to the master bath. It had two sinks, a large Jacuzzi-bath with plenty of room for two, a typical toilet, and a large shower.
Very nice, I thought. I considered having the tile floor torn out, but decided against it. However, the blood-red towels and rugs would have to go. Light blue would be so much better in here, I thought. Bathrooms don’t need to feel oppressive.
“What are you doing in here?” I jumped, startled at the intruding voice. I turned and saw my brunette sister resplendent in blue and maize mesh shorts and sports bra, both emblazoned with a maize M.
“Mom’s gonna be pissed,” she said.
“I doubt it, Brigitte,” I said. “She’s in the process of learning her place in the family now.”
“Whatever you say, Samuel. I think she’ll throw you out.” Brigitte looked around the bathroom. “I’ve never been in her before. Kinda morbid, isn’t it?”
“And oppressive,” I remarked, my eyes on her lycra-encased chest. I felt my groin stir at the taut material, but I didn’t plan on christening either of the master rooms until they had been changed to my satisfaction.
“I know you didn’t do anything with Ronnie. Have you been chaste this entire time?”
Brigitte blushed, smiling shyly.
“Yes,” she said. “Though I’ve let a few boys in college tell stories about me.”
“A virgin at Michigan?” I said. “And I thought all the girls there were sluts.”
Brigitte gasped, paling at my comment.
“Start running,” I grinned. She bolted out of the bathroom. I followed her in hot pursuit, trailing her throughout the house. She made it to her bedroom before me, but as she was slamming the door shut, I sprinted and bull rushed her, pinning her to the floor.
“You lost,” I said, looking into her blue eyes.
“W, what are you going to do?”
“Take my prize, Brigitte.”
I pushed the mesh shorts down her legs.
“Good to see you keep in trim,” I smirked.
Using my foot, I pushed her shorts all the way off, followed by pushing her legs apart with my knees.
“Will this make me a Michigan slut?” Brigitte smiled up at me. I laughed.
“Yes,” I said. “You’ll be my little Michigan slut.” Brigitte giggled. She reached down and slid my shorts away from my crotch. I lowered myself into her, reveling in Brigitte’s taut pussy. The brunette moaned, wrapping her legs around me. We pumped our hips into each other, our tempo increasing with each thrust.
“Oh God, Oh God,” Brigitte began chanting.
“Oh God!” she screamed as I burst her hymen, her vagina clenching in orgasm. Still unspent, we continued to pump into each other. Brigitte continued to chant as her body refilled with pleasure.
“Oh God!” she screamed loudly, a second orgasm exploding within her.
“Yes!” I hissed, finally spewing my semen into my sister’s womb.
I looked down into Brigitte’s face and saw her looking over my shoulder. I twisted around to see Cynthia standing in the doorway, tears running down her face.
“I, I loved you,” she sobbed. “I gave myself to you, and spent yourself on this… this… Trollop!” |