Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 9: plap plap plap

I sank my head deeper into the pillow, the scent of fabric softener and her perfume still lingering there, tormenting me. My thoughts wouldn't stop swirling, replaying that kiss over and over again like a glitch I couldn't escape.
"I didn't hate it, but..." The words came out muffled against the pillow, half a groan, half a confession. My chest tightened with shame. Why did it have to feel... nice? I hated this feeling. She's my sister—my sister, not a friend, not someone I should ever think of that way.
"Could my sister be...?" The thought made my heart race. "No. No way. She loves me too much to ever think of me like that." I tried to bury the thought, pressing my face deeper into the pillow. "I'm the only thing in her life... that's all it is."
My lonesomeness shattered as the door to my room creaked open. Elara stood there, her expression unreadable, though I thought I caught a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.
"Can we talk, Noah?" she asked softly, stepping inside and lowering herself onto the bed beside me. My body remained still beneath her, every nerve buzzing with unease.
"I know... you might be confused, but..." Her voice wavered, thick with emotion. She reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Gosh, Noah... I love you. I love you so much it hurts." She swallowed hard, her eyes glistening. "It was in the spur of the moment, I swear. I didn't mean to... to make things... complicated."
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her. "I understand, sis... just... don't do it again, okay? It makes me feel... weird."
Her body relaxed immediately, the tension in her shoulders melting as she leaned into my hug. I could feel her warmth pressing against me, and before I realized it, we had collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other's embrace. The closeness was comforting, yet it made my heart race, a confusing mix of relief and unease coursing through me.
We lay there, intertwined as we often were, but this time something different brushed against my abdomen—her fingers, trailing lightly across my skin.
"W-What's that, Elara..." My words were cut off as her lips crashed into mine again. This was the same sister who swore we'd never kiss again, yet here she was, her tongue entwining with mine in a fierce, hungry dance.
I tried to pull away, desperate to break free from her lips, but she pressed harder, her hand holding me in place, leaving me no choice but to kiss her back just to catch my breath.
"Just... give in..." she murmured against my mouth, her words slipping through the kiss. Her other hand slid down, giving my ass a firm squeeze as she pulled me closer.
Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, desperation clawing at me, hoping she'd notice my anguish and pull away. But she didn't. Instead, she paused, her gaze locking onto mine, and leaned in close. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the wet trails on my cheeks, tasting my misery.
"So perfect... so completely mine," she murmured, her voice low and possessive, her eyes raking over me with hunger. Without breaking eye contact, she tugged at the hem of her work shirt, peeling it off slowly. The fabric dropped to the floor, revealing a blue bra that hugged her curves. My breath caught, memories flooding back from a few months ago when I'd caught an accidental glimpse of her. She didn't stop there. Her fingers worked the clasps, and the bra fell away, exposing her bare breasts, full and familiar, just as I'd remembered.
"Elara, d-don't do this... you'll regret it. Please," I stammered, my voice trembling as I pleaded for one last shred of mercy. My heart pounded in my chest, but deep down, I knew it was futile.
Her eyes glinted with a fierce, unyielding desire, and my words fell on deaf ears. With a swift, almost predatory motion, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked hard. The fabric tore with a sharp ripping sound, she threw the remnants to the floor in tatters. Before I could react, her hands were at my waist, tugging my pants down with rough urgency, dragging my underwear along with them. They pooled at my ankles, leaving me utterly bare, exposed in a way that made my skin prickle with vulnerability. I lay there, naked as the day I was born, her gaze devouring every inch of me.
"Shh, don't fight it," she whispered, stepping closer, her voice a low, commanding purr. "You're mine to take, and I've waited long enough." Her fingers trailed along my bare shoulder, sending an involuntary shiver through me as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my skin.
"I can't risk anyone else taking you, Noah. You were made for me," Elara hissed, her voice thick with obsession as she clawed at her own pants. The fabric slid down her legs with a rough tug, exposing a pair of blue panties that matched the bra she'd discarded earlier. They clung to her curves, a thin barrier barely hiding her desire.
Without hesitation, she moved, climbing over me with predatory grace. Her thighs straddled my head, positioning herself directly above my face. The heat radiating from her was undeniable, and the damp fabric of her panties hovered just inches away, giving me an inescapable view of her arousal. The scent of her, raw and intoxicating, filled my senses as she pressed herself closer.
"Look at me, Noah," she growled, her hands gripping my hair to hold me in place. "You're gonna see every part of me... and you're gonna love it." Her hips shifted slightly, teasingly, the wet warmth so close I could almost taste it through the thin material.
She slid her panties down, exposing her slick, glistening slit, already dripping with desire. "Eat my cunt, Noah," she demanded, her voice raw with need. Before I could pull away, she straddled my face, pressing her hot, wet pussy against my lips.
Her salty, tangy taste overwhelmed me as my tongue instinctively delved into her folds. Her moans echoed through the room, loud and unrestrained. "Oh fuck, yes, just like that," she gasped, grinding her hips harder, smearing her juices across my chin. I could feel her getting closer, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling tight as her body tensed. "Don't stop, I'm gonna cum," she groaned, her movements growing desperate, her climax building with every thrust against my face.
"Take my fucking cum, take it..." she growled, her voice thick with lust. With one final, shuddering moan, she climaxed hard, her salty juices flooding my face, dripping down my chin as her body trembled above me.
Breathing heavily, she slid off my face, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her eyes locked onto mine, a wicked smirk spreading across her lips as she lowered herself down, her fingers brushing against my throbbing, aching erection. "Look at you, so fucking hard for me," she murmured, her touch teasing, sending a jolt through me. "What should I do with this, huh?"
I let out a desperate whine as her touch sent shivers through me, my hips instinctively bucking to press harder against her hand, chasing any scrap of pleasure I could get. My mind was a haze, completely fogged over while her fingers teased the sensitive tip of my cock.
"Tell me, Noah... tell your sister exactly what you want..." Elara's voice was a seductive purr as she toyed with me, her fingertips circling the head of my cock with slow, deliberate strokes.
My mind raced with thoughts. This was what I'd wanted for so long, and now it was finally happening. But still... she was my sister. This could change everything — for the worse or for the better.
"All those times you've been teasing me with this slutty, tempting body, practically screaming for me to rape you every time I caught you naked. Tell me, Noah... tell me what you crave right now..."
She was right. Every taunt, every glimpse had built up to this, and there was no turning back now.
"Imagine how fucking happy you'll feel after, Noah. Just say it... spit out the damn word already..."
Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension, daring me to give in.
"Elara, this... this just doesn't feel right," I muttered, burying my face in my hands, the weight of shame pressing down on me.
"Look around, Noah. Every woman out there is just hungry for sex, nothing more. I'm the only one who truly loves you, damn it. You can't trust a single soul but me. You can't love anyone but me." Her voice was sharp, almost desperate, cutting through my doubts.
Her words hit hard, sinking in deep. She was right. I couldn't risk giving my heart to someone who might use me, break me, or worse. Elara was my safe harbor, the only one I knew would protect me, cherish me. I could trust her with everything.
"But what if people turn on us, Elara?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Even if there's nothing wrong with us being together, they'll judge us. They'll laugh, sneer, say we had no other options so we settled for family. What about our lives outside these walls? Can you really picture us walking down the street, holding hands, without a care for the stares?"
"I'm terrified," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Terrified of being ridiculed for loving you like this. I don't want to be hurt."
"We'll endure the pain together. Let them mock us—I don't care. What we'll have is something other couples can only dream of. Unbreakable trust. Knowing every single part of each other, every hidden corner of our lives. Normal couples divorce left and right, but tell me, little brother, have you ever heard of an incest couple splitting up? It doesn't happen. It's a deeper bond, built on family. We were made for each other."
I shook my head. "No, I've never heard of one breaking up."
"Then..." she whispered, her voice soft but heavy with meaning.
My heart raced, pounding in my chest. I couldn't resist anymore. I surrendered, giving myself to her completely.
"I love you sis... so much. Fuck... I need you to make love to me, Elara. Please, make love to me... make me lose it, make me cry..." My words came out in a broken, desperate mess, my brain too clouded with lust to think straight.
"Of course, Noah... my one and only soulmate." Elara's whisper slithered against my skin, each gentle bite on my neck making my nerves sing with both pleasure and fear.
I couldn't wrap my head around it. This was my sister, my own flesh and blood, and I'd just begged her to fuck me.
"I'm gonna take your virginity, and you're gonna take mine," Elara murmured, straddling me as she positioned herself above my throbbing shaft. Her slick, wet entrance teased against me, and a soft moan slipped from her lips, making my cock twitch in response to her needy sound.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto me, guiding me inside. My back arched involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation of her tight cunt stretching to accommodate my length. "You look so fucking beautiful lost in pleasure, Noah," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
I glanced down and noticed a faint trickle of blood on my shaft. My chest tightened with panic, thinking it was mine. Elara caught my expression and leaned in close. "Don't worry, it's normal. It just means I'm yours, and you're mine now," she reassured, her tone soft but possessive.
Her hands gripped my hips firmly as she started to move, rolling her hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm. My cock slid in and out of her tight, gripping cunt, each motion sending waves of raw pleasure through me. My eyes rolled back in my head, completely consumed by the feeling of her.
"You like my cunt, don't ya? Say it, fucking say it, Noah. Tell Mommy how you feel..." Elara's voice was ragged between moans, her hips grinding down on me with relentless rhythm.
I clamped a hand over my mouth, desperate to stifle the whimpers of pleasure spilling out. The way she called herself Mommy hit something deep, something raw, making my cock pulse harder inside her tight, wet heat.
"You love Mommy, don't you, Noah? Say it, fucking say it. I'm yours," she demanded, picking up the pace. Her thrusts grew faster, harder, the wet, rhythmic clapping of our bodies echoing through the room, probably loud enough to carry through the whole damn house.
"Fuck, Elara... Mommy... I love it, I love your cunt," I gasped out, my voice breaking as I gave in, the words tumbling from my lips. "I love you, I'm yours... fuck, don't stop." My hand fell away from my mouth, unable to hold back the desperate sounds anymore as she fucked me, every movement driving me closer to the edge.
"You love when I give you the plaps, don't you~" Elara teased, her voice dripping with playful heat as she sank her teeth into my neck, a sharp sting that only fueled the fire inside me. Her hips kept working, milking my cock with every relentless thrust, my legs trembling beneath her as the pleasure built to a breaking point, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes, Mommy, I want you to fuck me forever... please..." My voice cracked with desperation as I gripped her hips tight, my eyes locked on the sight below—my cock disappearing into her warm, slick pussy, getting absolutely wrecked by her rhythm.
"Cum with me, Noah. Let's mix our juices together," she panted, her words a command as much as a plea. Her movements grew erratic, her tight walls clenching around me, pushing me past the point of no return.
"Fuck, Elara... Mommy, I'm gonna—" I couldn't even finish, my breath hitching as my orgasm hit hard, my cock throbbing inside her. I felt her shudder above me, her own release crashing through as she rode me through it, our moans tangling together in the heated air.
"That's it, baby, give it all to me," she gasped, grinding down one last time, making sure every drop was hers as we came together, our bodies locked in that raw, messy union.
Elara sank down beside me, pulling me into her warm embrace, her fingers kneading into my scalp with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You were incredible, Noah... you filled me up so perfectly,"
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October 18 2025, I fixed the chapter up so it made more sense, I also did the same for the first chapter, sorry if you didn’t understand Noah before this fix, I’m still a beginner writer.