Gothic Persuasion


Disclaimer: All characters are written to be over 18.


I walked into my room and slammed the door after yet another argument with my older sister, Angeline. Everyone called her Angel, for short, but she was far from it. She was more like a succubus, if we’re to apply such creatures to character.

We didn’t typically get along, and we couldn’t be more different. I was athletic, and was into sports, muscular with brown hair. She was a goth, slim, jet black hair, black lipstick, and usually red, or black eye shadow. Admittedly, she was hot, but I couldn’t stand being around her.

Hell, she’d even been featured in a ‘Girls Go Naked’ video a few months ago. Pretty much everyone I knew had seen it, and unfortunately a few of the guys had conned me into watching it, without telling me my sister was naked in it.

It had a slow reveal, starting with her feet. Her toenails had been painted black, and her skin was very pale. Next, her pussy, which was the stuff of wet dreams; smooth, bare, and hot. Then her pierced navel, the piercing had a centered red jewel. Next was her tits; perfection in motion. C’s I wagered. Then came the moment I found out who it was. I was hard from seeing the rest of her, and her face was shown as I drank some beer.

The guys laughed as beer spewed from my mouth, and spilled all over me. It was embarrassing, to say the least, and I couldn’t believe they got me to get hard over my own sister. It was a sick prank, at the very least.

The thoughts of that incident always kept coming back to my mind, even as I sat in my room, on the computer, looking at completely different naked babes.

When she and I went to parties, it wasn’t uncommon for her to strip on the table, drunk or not. At the last party I ever went to with her, she actually fucked a guy in front of everyone, even me, just to prove she would. I mean, to say that my sister was a slut, would be like saying the sun is dim.

After watching some lesbians go at it on the computer, I shot a load into a tissue, and tossed it in my trash can. I didn’t have a girlfriend, not because I couldn’t get one, but because my previous one just broke up with me. I wasn’t broken up about it, she was kinda like my sister? bitchy, insatiable, and hard to please.

“Hey!” Angel pounded on my door. “Get the fuck out here and clean up your goddamn mess.”

“It’s not my mess to clean up,” I said. “You’re the one who knocked my tea out of my hand, so you clean it up.”

“Fuck that, asshole!” she said. “Get out here and clean it up or I’m calling mom.”

“Kiss my ass,” I said.

She banged on the door again. “Get the fuck out here now!”

“Get bent… again,” I said.

I heard her storm off and slam her bedroom door. This was typical for us; she’d do something, blame me for it, and expect me to fix it. Fuck that bullshit.

I didn’t much care for having to live in the same house as her, but I couldn’t afford a place of my own. For that matter, neither could she. At one point, mom had told us that we should get an apartment together, and then split the expense. I turned that offer down very quickly, for multiple reasons.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never hated my sister, but she was impossible to get along with. Every fucking day, it was always something else with her, another argument, another set of slammed doors, another person to blame for her own mistakes and problems. It’s really hard to be patient with someone who can’t take responsibility for their own actions.

But that’s not this story. Despite my history with Angel, that only plays a part of this story. You see, a few weeks ago, something happened. Something really fucked up… or maybe amazing.

The truth is, I’m still confused about it. I don’t know what to think, or how to feel. I don’t even know what to make of how it happened. And it didn’t stop there. It happened a few more times since then. Let me just start at the beginning…

It was three days before the night in question. I’d just gotten home from a date with my then-girlfriend, and things weren’t all that great between us. She didn’t like the fact that I was hanging out with any other chicks, and she accused me of cheating on her, which was a common thing, nearly weekly in fact. I was tired of the accusations, and I was sick of being loyal to someone who didn’t trust me. Sadly, that played a role in what happened, however small a role that was.

I came in and locked up the doors. It wasn’t late, close to around eight o’clock. The argument that resulted from her accusations had ruined the night, and I didn’t want to have to deal with anything else, either. Mom and dad were home, watching TV.

I went up to my room and closed the door. Most of our house was fairly soundproof, that is to say that the walls were insulated very well, except for the wall between my room, and Angel’s. Sometimes I could hear her talking on her phone, or watching TV, but tonight it was something different. I couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing, but it was definitely sexual because she was moaning.

I turned escort bayan my computer on, and got onto one of the porn sites I frequented. The chat room I always checked wasn’t full by any means, just a handful of people talking in it. I made my way to the video section, where numerous new uploads had been posted since I was on last. It was to be expected, it was a porn site, after all.

One in particular caught my eye. The thumbnail was a close-up of some chick’s pussy. She looked really tight, so I clicked on the video, which started off with her rubbing her clit. I couldn’t see her face at all, but she had on black fingernail polish. I wondered if she might be a goth.

Goths were always a turn-on for me, despite my sister being one. I can’t explain what about them was always such a turn-on, their attitude, their black makeup, their interest in all things dark. All I knew was they were hot, and I wanted my own goth girl.

One of the girl’s fingers parted her pussy lips before disappearing into her, then reemerging again before dipping in a second time. This went on for a few minutes before she inserted a second finger. The whole video so far was so soft, and gentle, even peaceful. The only hint of who she was, came from the little whimpers mixed in with the act.

Her fingers again emerged, and she spread them to show the thick, clear, sticky juices she was producing, then pushed them back in. Her motion started to speed up, sloshing sounds followed, along with a moan that she tried to hold back.

After a few seconds, I heard another moan from Angel’s room. Then a moan from the video, followed by another moan from Angel, as if she could hear my computer, and was competing with it. Or at the very least, trying to annoy me while I get off.

My hand cramped up, and I had to stop jerking off just as fluid started gushing out of the girl’s pussy. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and I watched as it pulsated. Her legs closed as her body jerked. I could hear her panting as the video ended.

Angel’s moans became more rigorous for a few moments, then finally stopped. I knew she’d came, and I felt strange knowing that I just heard my sister get off. Not disgusted, but something else. I finished jerking off, and shot my load onto the carpet under my desk, then went to bed.

The next day started like any other. I got up, ate breakfast, went to work for the half-days I usually worked, and came home just after noon. Mom and dad were never home until the evening.

When I got home, I strode into my room, and found Angel on my computer.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I snapped.

“Had to get online for a few minutes,” she said.

“Something wrong with your fucking phone?” I said. “I have to change my clothes.”

“Go ahead, I’m not stopping you,” she said.

“You gonna get out, so I can?”

“Fine, Jesus,” she huffed. “You act like getting naked in front of me is a big deal or something.”

“And you don’t think it is?” I said.

She stood, and simply glided past me with a reserved, but delighted look on her face. I turned to watch her go out the door, and noticed the sway in her step. Her camo cargo pants hugged her hips, and outlined her perfect ass. I caught myself admiring her ass, and closed the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I asked myself. “Checking out my own sister’s ass…? Jesus…”

I shook my head, disappointed in myself as I changed into some comfortable cloth shorts and a t-shirt. I sat down in front of my computer, brought up the browser, and went to check my bank balance. As often as I could, I would push back money to try to afford a place, but it didn’t look like I would be going anywhere soon.

I went to the kitchen to get something to eat, content in letting the whole issue fade back to the back of my mind. I didn’t want to deal with finances while I had lunch?

“So,” Angel snuck up on me. “How long have you had a hard-on for goth girls?”

“What makes you think I have a hard-on for goth girls?” I said.

“Saw your porn stash on your computer,” she said. “I know at least one goth girl who would definitely go all the way with you, if you want.”

“So now you’re looking through my shit?” I shook my head. I was annoyed by her on a regular basis, but then I had to deal with her sticking her nose in my business.

“So, you wanna hook up with that chick I was referring to?” she said.

“As tempting as it is, I have to say no,” I said. “At the moment, I still have a girlfriend, and even though she pisses me off with her accusations, I still wanna work it out with her.”

Angel scoffed. “Oh, please. If she gave a shit about your feelings, she’d shut the fuck up already. I swear I wanna punch that bitch, every single time I hear about her talking to you like she does.”

I turned to face Angel, who was in full makeup for some reason; black lipstick, red eyeshadow, you name it. Like she was trying to impress someone.

“Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” I asked.

“I have to have a reason bayan escort to get along with my younger brother?” she said.

“Considering you’re usually being a complete bitch, yeah,” I said.

“Right,” she huffed. “As if you aren’t usually a complete asshole. Can’t we just, I don’t know… get along for one day? Might be worth it.”

I went back to making my lunch. “Worth it? How?”

“Well… we could talk about stuff,” she said.

“Like what?” I asked.

“I dunno, like, secret stuff… maybe?” she said.

“Secret stuff?” I raised an eyebrow at the thought.

“Yeah, like, stuff you wouldn’t tell anyone,” she said.

“Okay, so wait, in this scenario, you want me to tell you stuff that I wouldn’t tell anyone? You remember we don’t usually get along, right? What’s going to stop you from telling other people the second you get pissed off?” I said.

“I’ll tell you something secret, too,” she said.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Yeah, nice try. If you want to know, then come to my room when you’re done eating,” she said.


She strode off to her room, while I finished making my lunch. I wasn’t sure if the whole thing was her way of trapping me in a situation, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to reveal anything secret to her. At least, not unless her secrets were damned good.

After I finished my lunch, I knocked on Angel’s door.

“Come in,” she said.

I opened the door, and walked in, then closed it behind me.

“So,” I said. “Where do we start?”

She was sitting on her bed, wearing the same cargo pants, with a short tank top. She pointed to the foot of her bed, so I sat there.

“So, you like goth girls,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You don’t ever get weirded out, since I’m a goth?” She played with her hair.

“Not unless I can hear you masturbating,” I said.

Angel laughed. “Yeah, I masturbate a lot.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. I can hear it all the time.”

I wasn’t trying to be mean, but it came out that way. I stifled myself, cleared my throat, and apologized for the attitude I was giving her.

“So, do you masturbate to goth girls?” she asked.

“Yeah. Do you?” I teased.

Angel giggled. “Well, no… actually I usually masturbate to guys like you.”

“Yeah, I bet. I think a lot of chicks do,” I said.

“How long have you liked goth girls?” Angel said.

“A long time, actually. I can’t explain what I like about them, though. They’re just so fucking hot,” I said.

“Okay. Be honest, do you think I’m hot?” Angel said.

“You’re my sister…” I said.

“Yeah, but objectively, do you think I’m hot?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

She stood up and took off her shirt, exposing her bare tits. Her nipples erect. I turned away, unsure why she was taking her clothes off in front of me.

“Come on, bro, it’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before,” she said. “I know for a fact you saw my ‘Girls Go Naked’ video. In fact, I heard you were quite hard at the time.”

“That’s not fair. They didn’t tell me who it was, and I was looking at a hot naked chick, so, of course I was hard,” I complained.

“You’re too up-tight about it, just relax,” she said. “So you get hard looking at me, big fucking deal.”

“It is a big deal, you’re my sister, it’s wrong,” I said.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she said.

I couldn’t help but look at her, and get hard again. My eyes scanned her body, and I found myself imagining doing all manner of things with her, like sucking on her tits, or at least fondling them.

“Besides,” she said. “You haven’t even heard my secrets yet.”

“Yeah, I was wondering when we’d get to those,” I said.

“I have another question for you, though,” Angel smiled.

“What?” I asked.

“How long have you liked incest?”

My heart sank. It was clear she’d found out, somehow, that I watched incest porn.

“W?What makes you think I’m into incest?” I deflected.

“Cut the crap,” she giggled. “I saw your little collection of videos with brothers and sisters fucking like crazy. So, come on, how long?”

“A long while now. Ever since I found out it was a thing,” I said. “It’s just a fetish…”

“Come on,” Angel said. “You don’t have to be embarrassed by it. It’s no big deal. In fact, you could’ve had me, you know… still could.”

“Wait… you want us to…?

“If you want to,” she said. “I think we should at least fool around, and see where it goes. The idea is kinda hot, actually.”

She grabbed my hand and quickly pressed it to one of her tits.

“Touch me, bro,” Angel said.

Her whole demeanor changed in that moment. She got a look in her eye I’d never seen before, a look that I could only describe as complete lust. Her gaze pierced my soul, and I felt a dark urge come over me as I found myself squeezing her tit.

Her hard nipple firmly planted in my palm, she pinched the other and twisted it slightly. She moaned in delight as I started losing myself in the moment, but I pulled away.

“I?I escort don’t think we should be doing this, Angel,” I said.

“Fucking pussy,” she scoffed. “You’ve got a horny goth girl right in front of you, and you’re going to walk away?”

“Because you’re my sister,” I stood up. “Look, even if I wanted to do this, I still have a girlfriend, and I don’t want to cheat on her.”

“Why not? She always accuses you of doing it, you might as well fuck around,” Angel said. “Look, what’s the harm? She’s never going to know we were fooling around. No-one will, unless you’re dumb enough to tell someone.”

“I don’t know, Angel?” I said.

She grabbed my crotch, and felt my hard cock.

“Come on, just one time? Can I at least jerk you off?” She cooed.

I sighed, and nodded, giving in to her clear desire. I wish I could say I didn’t like the idea, but, God help me, I did. And as I watched my hot, goth sister pull my cock out of my shorts, and grip it firmly, I felt myself slip past the point of no return. I’d let my sister grab my dick, this was reality now.

She stroked it slowly, and I couldn’t help but watch the whole ordeal. Why would she want to do this? Better yet, why was I letting her? Maybe we both wanted each other, subconsciously, or maybe we were both just sex-crazed perverts who needed a release of urges. Either way, there was sure to be some regret, afterward.

“I’ll let you know when I’m about to cum,” I said.

Honestly, just from having my own sister jerking me off, I thought I’d cum within a couple minutes for sure. I mean, I never imagined Angel and I would ever do anything like this. Why would I? Despite my interest in incest, we fought constantly. We’ve never been close, or remotely interested in each other’s lives.

My thoughts were interrupted after I noticed Angel had shoved her hand down her pants. Jesus Christ… my sister was fingering herself while she jerked me off.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she said. “I know you’re not gonna touch me, so I might as well get myself off, too.”

“I’m about to cum,” I warned.

She simply smiled and aimed my cock at her face. Watching my load spurt all over her, it was like slow motion, knowing that the act should never have happened at all. She’d opened her mouth, but the first shot went to her forehead, streaking down her nose on one side. The second was lower, on her cheek, just below her eye on the same side, made possible from her reaction from the first spurt. The third on her upper lip, with some going in her mouth, clearly from aiming better on her part. Finally, the fourth and fifth spurts went in her mouth. Soon after, she’d licked a drip off my cock, and swallowed.

Sitting before me, was now not only my sister, but a hot goth who’d just jerked me off, and swallowed some of my cum. The whole idea was hot, and even in the aftermath, I was turned on by it. It was a contributing factor in what would later happen, there is no doubt.

“Did you like that?” Angel said.

“Yeah,” I said.

She wiped her face with a towel while someone knocked on the front door. “Good, then tomorrow, you can return the favor, and finger me.”

I tried to compose myself, and left Angel’s room, closing the door. I rushed to the front door and opened it to see an older man with gray hair. He pitched some religious stuff to me, and left a pamphlet for me to look through, then left. I never really took door-to-door people seriously, regardless of my own faith.

The rest of that day went by without any other incidents. Mom and dad came home their usual time, and told us they’d be ‘going out of town tomorrow night, and wouldn’t be back for a couple days.’ It was fine by me, just more time I had to myself, without any interruptions from them knocking on my door.

The day before the major incident was like most other days. I’d gone to work for the half-day, then came home to find Angel laying on the living room couch, covered in a blanket, while she watched a movie.

“Hey,” she said. “When you’ve had time to settle in, come out here and talk to me.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said.

I went to my room to change clothes, more surprised by the fact that she was in the living room, than I was at her being nice. Usually, her first words to me in a day are ‘Hey, shithead’ or similar, and she was almost never not in her room when I got home each day.

After changing, I went out to the living room, and Angel sat up, keeping herself covered with the blanket. She had on black makeup and lipstick as usual. I sat down, calm and collected, despite now seeing her in a slightly new way.

“What’s up, sis?” I said. “You cold?”

“A little,” she opened the blanket just enough to show me her naked body underneath.

I snickered. “Really?”

“You laugh, but I know what turns you on, little brother,” she said. “I could make you hard on a permanent basis.”

“Yeah right,” I said.

“You owe me a good finger-fucking,” Angel stood, then sat in my lap and spread her legs, covering us both with the blanket. “Get to work.”

She’d sat on me in such a way that it was obvious she was trying to feel my dick with her ass. Having her in my lap definitely started the process to make me hard, and as I felt her bare pussy with my fingers, my cock stood at attention.

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