This is the fifth story in the "Hollywood Hills" series. Due to limitations with character spacing on Literotica, I wasn't able to convey the full titles of my stories. Please click on my name and read the first four in the series:

Hollywood Hills: The Hostile Hollywood Hottie Hollywood Hills: The Japanese Are Brilliant Hollywood Hills: The River Thames & My Ex James Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part One

Note: This material is intended for adults, 18 years or older. This story is not to be read by prudes, the under aged, overly sensitive sudo politically correct people, or if porn or erotic literature is illegal in your state. The characters and stories are fictional. Everything is copyrighted and belongs to me me me, and so If I catch you even trying to take a little of it, you'll be sorry.

Topics: black, ethnic, ebony, forced sex, lesbian sex, uniform, fetish, anal, oral, toys, public sex, incest

The obvious: Revenge is in the air.

The lesson: Raw sexuality transcends gender and labels. The mind is the most responsive sexual organ ever.

Dr. Anne Hiroshu had the proverbial and stereotypical shrink's couch in her office. She always told me that I didn't have to use it, that it was just an ironic piece of furniture that went with her d‚cor. However I wanted to use it today. Why? Because when you're lying down you don't have to face the person who's sitting up talking to you.

It was time that I told her about, "the incident" with Carlotta, my sister and Calvin James. With that story I told stories of what was beginning to hatch into a lurid and dark "affair" with Carlotta Malea.

I closed my eyes and described in every sexual detail the things that happened from my point of view. Shivers and chills ran up my spine as I recalled the themes of lust, power, helplessness and surrender that have plagued my life in the past few weeks. Once in a while I looked over to watch Dr. Hiroshu taking notes. Every time I looked at her it seemed like her fair skin got just a little more redder. Anne Hiroshu was a stunning Japanese woman. She was short and slim, yet still round and pudgy at the same time. She was five foot two, in her late twenties with shoulder length honey brown hair, gold-rimmed glasses and a youthful yet professional appearance. The lower part of her short body was thick and solid. She had beautiful curvy calves that were accentuated by thin ankles and high slim heels, thick yet toned thighs, hips that spread out from her short yet smallish waist. Her stomach appeared to be flat yet soft beneath her clothes, and she had smallish breasts, I'd estimate 34-36 B's. She was pretty sexy.

Wait a minute, did I actually say that? I'm talking about a woman like she's a sexual object! What did my sister and Carlotta Malea do to me?

That's why I was here now, to straighten this thing out. Through some crazy arrangement due to my parents being out of town and my brothers visiting Los Angeles to see me nominated for the Academy in a couple of weeks, I got stuck with babysitting one at my house, the one who got on my damned nerves. Why? Well earlier me and the good doctor spoke about this, it was because Nia had always been his favorite sister and he always seemed not to like me very much at all, well not really as if he was ever rude to me, he just never paid any attention to me, negative or positive. This was getting on my nerves, having him in my house and him not even speaking more than a few words to me at a time. Plus the fact that I know that he'd probably rather be at Nia's house rather than at mine really burnt me up. Since I had no one to talk to about this, I decided to pay a visit to Dr. Hiroshu and bitch about my sister, but soon it turned out as a recount of all things sexual with Carlotta Malea.

I was just about to begin the latest tale when I kept noticing her crossing and uncrossing her thighs, shifting in her chair, clearing her throat and just looking a little flushed.

"Are you okay Dr. Hiroshu? Am I making you uncomfortable?" I asked.

"Don't be silly Mia.please continue."

I took a deep breath and continued, "Well see during this time I was trying to find out where my sister was since it seemed like she just altogether disappeared without a trace. But my gut had told me, if some bullshit was going down then maybe I should confront her partner in crime Carlotta Malea.

On the last night when Carlotta and I were together and I mentioned not knowing where Nia was, she didn't remind me that my sister had a cell phone."

Dr. Hiroshu shrugged. "How is that so bad?"

"Well I was pretty drunk that night and what was really sinister and sneaky about it is that she asked me if I had my sister's cell phone number before I even mentioned it. I just waved her off and told her that Nia didn't have one. I guess I forgot because the only time I saw her use it was very briefly during our ride up to Malibu-anyway my point is that Carlotta and her partner Calvin were the ones Nia was calling during the trip! She knew I was looking for Nia and she knew I wasn't in my right mind but still she didn't say, 'hey you're worried about your sister, well I have her number.' Instead she just said, Shouldn't you have her number she's your sister isn't she?' and she distracted me so she could take advantage of me yet again."

Dr. Hiroshu said, "Well perhaps she didn't think it was her place to do that. After all if your sister wanted to you to know where she was she would've told you."

"Hiroshu, in my family you just don't do that, you just don't leave when you want to."

"She's a grown woman though. And very independent sometimes even alienated from the rest of the family by what you tell me."

"Well I don't care." I said getting angrier. Who did Nia think she was? She could be free from our parents and all these unspoken rules when I, the movie star, the real artist of the family wasn't? It just wasn't fair.

"I thought she had something up her sleeve or just wanted to avoid me. So when I got all sobered up again, I began to look for Carlotta who was also avoiding me after that night. Anyway I'm calling her like crazy, driving past the precinct in hopes of seeing her but no dice. I temporarily give up when one morning I decided to go food shopping because my assistant was off that whole week-anyway I leave the house all dressed down in jeans and a t shirt, my hair in a pony tail and shades on and I drive to the supermarket, only I really don't know where it is so I'm driving around town looking for some place to buy food."

I heard Dr. Hiroshu snicker a little.

"Anyway, I'm driving around when I spot Carlotta's car in front of some dry cleaners. Before I can stop and wait for her in front of her car, I see her leave the store and hop in her car. So I tail her, light after light a few cars behind.I'm starting to feel like I'm in some sort of spy movie-which I might be doing next summer by the way-and anyway she finally pulls into a parking lot next to this movie theater. I thought about hopping out and shouting her name, but I thought that would be a little unwise and it would probably cause a scene and I didn't need to be in the gossip section of the Hollywood Herald again. So I parked right outside the lot and watched her go in this cheesy looking small theater. It was like one of those three dollar theaters that show really old movies and stuff. So I got out, went inside but she was nowhere in sight. I tried to think, if Carlotta were seeing a movie, which one would she see? Up on the marquis I saw my old movie, the one where I got nominated for a Supporting Actress Golden Globe, almost a year ago in 'Love's Last Goodbye'. Being such a Mia Ruby freak, I knew she had to be in that theatre. I bought a ticket and went inside.

I went into the theater where they showed the film. Opening credits were rolling already and it was dark. The theater had about ten to fifteen people in it scattered around tops, maybe less than that. So I'm pretending like I'm looking for a seat as I'm walking around when I'm really looking for her.

She wasn't there! What other movie could she be watching? She was a cop and a slick one at that. She probably knew I was tailing her and played me. I know what you're about to say Hiroshu, I mean she didn't have to go through all of this just to avoid me, but what you haven't realized after all of this time is she loves playing with my mind more than anything. She claims she's in love with me or something, but she loves to see me suffer. She's totally psycho!" I throw up my hands and see Dr. Hiroshu smile.

"Well a lot of people are going to think that they are totally in "love" with you. You're pretty famous now, and idolized and glamorized by the media for being a talented black actress. Your beautiful and charming."

I thought about this. And the thing that I thought about the most was that I was beautiful. I had a cappuccino-flavored complexion, and my long graceful body was slender with a few womanly curves thrown in at five foot seven. I had beautiful hips that flared out just right and attached to a long torso, an ample round firm ass, full thighs and average sized perky breasts. My eyes were big, round and almond shaped and I had full mauve lips and silky wavy hair that was more long than thick if you compared it to my sister's wild thick curly hair. I knew that I was a knockout and though I was getting older it couldn't get much more worse. If my mother was any indicator of how I'd look when I was older then I'm very secure in my beauty. It's one of my best assets.

"There are many more than Carlotta Malea out there, you just had the bad luck of meeting up with her."

"I knew you agreed with me! My sister hooked me up with a psycho!"

"She doesn't seem violent or dangerous like she wants to hurt you though."

"Well let me tell you the rest of the story Hiroshu.let's see if you change your mind then. Anyway I take a seat up in the balcony. I always liked this movie because it was like the first time where I had a substantial role in a big critically acclaimed huge production movie. I wasn't exactly the star, but I got a lot of screen time and I did my best for the role. So I'm sitting down watching the movie, trying to forget every thing, like fuck my crazy sister and this crazy dyke and fuck the supermarket, which I cant believe I cant find, and I'm just trying to get all into my movie. Anyway maybe a half-hour into the film I hear a bunch of noise and giggling. I look around me and I can't see anyone so I ignore it. Well-I hear it again! So I look behind me about to curse someone out, when I don't see anyone in the seats behind me. Finally I look up at the projection room, there's a tiny window, and behind the flickering I see shapes moving and hear sounds. I immediately know where it's coming from. So I'm thinking, damned minimum wage employees are messing up my movie experience. I was halfway about to blow my incognito cover and go get a manager when I heard a familiar voice speaking low and muted. That's when I put it together.

It was Carlotta.

I get up and grab my stuff and head on out the theater, going in the direction in where the projection room would have to be. There's a bunch of closed locked doors on one side of the corridor so I don't know what to do, I don't want to banging on the broom closet or someone's office putting my business out there on Front Street. So here I am, feeling defeated again, when I see one of the doors open, and a short and curvy.well, lets be honest, she was thick ass hell. a Latina girl with wavy wet looking gelled hair leaves the room in a tank top and adjusting her short mini skirt. I see another person, Carlotta, stick her head out just a little and swat the girl on the ass before they kissed briefly and the girl hurried away. The door closed as the girl scampered away and I headed towards it when I was sure she was out of sight and knocked on the door lightly though I wanted to pound on that shit.

So here comes Carlotta saying, 'What mami you forgot something' before she fully opens the door and see me scowling at her.

She looks down the hall, thinking about the girl no doubt and then has the nerve to ask me what I'm doing there.

'Can I come in?' I ask.

She moves aside and suddenly we are both inside this little room with the projector running.

I can't lie. The sight of her sort of takes my breath away. Even though I was angry with her, I was also happy to see her face. She was wearing a black button down shirt with rolled up sleeves that stopped at her upper arms, form-fitting jeans that hinted at her Amazon yet perfectly proportioned hourglass figure, with the cuffs rolled up showing her ankles. She wore plain white tennis shoes and white ankle socks. Carlotta is striking curvy yet toned and even muscular in some places, sort of girl. She's Samoan, and that day when I saw her, her light brown smooth skin shone with a little sweat. The little room had air conditioning but it wasn't as cold as outside and I knew she had been doing something to make her perspire. She was five foot nine, with a curvy and proportioned hourglass figure. She has a thick strong frame with 38-40 DD's a short proportionate waist and flat toned stomach, broad hips and a shelf cut ass that curved under and was perfect for cupping and grabbing. She wore a white golf cap to the side on top of her long ebony brown hair, her bangs poked out the front. She wore light makeup that accentuated her dark pretty eyes. Though Carlotta was butch, she was butch in that stylish sort of way, and she had striking good looks, which projected a softness and femininity about her. She could be some sort of plus sized model."

"Sounds like you think she's attractive." Dr. Hiroshu smiled at me.

"Okay, I don't pay you to interrupt do I?" I sighed and continued, "Anyway, whether she's attractive or not doesn't change things." I continue by telling her the dialogue that went on between Carlotta and me:

"Who was that?" I ask, leaning against a small credenza positioned against the wall a few feet from where she was sitting in some big comfy looking desk chair.

"Who was who?" She smiled slyly and I suck my teeth.

"What were you and she doing here?"

"Well the reason I'm here is on my days off I help out my brother who runs this theater for my uncle. They get short staffed from time to time and I can run projectors so."

"Okay well you just bring sluts in here while your 'helping' out your uncle?"

"It sounds like you're a little jealous."

Well I'll admit, I never expected Carlotta to be with other girls after the way she claims she worships me.

"You need to tell me my sister's cell phone number and what she's up to."

"You still haven't caught up with her?"

I sighed, "Why act like I'm stupid? I want to know what's going on. I know you know."

"Why would I know?"

"Because you're just as evil as she is, whom else would she confide in?"

Carlotta crossed her legs and leaned back smugly, "Even if I did know.why would I tell you?"

The fact that she knew and I didn't was eating me up inside. I had to do what I could to find out.

"Because maybe I've got something you want." I said with a sly little look on my face.

At this she stood up and waltzed over to me, I use the word waltz loosely since the room wasn't even big enough for a box trot. She stood in front of me, slightly looking down, our noses touching, "What you want to tease me again? Leave me hanging like you did that night at your house?"

"I got you off didn't I?"

"But you treated me like I wasn't important. Like an object."

"So now you know what it feels like." I whispered, our faces getting closer, our lips almost brushing against each other. "Look at you." I hissed, "Your face still stinking of another girl's cunt and you still want me. don't you?"

I heard her gulp but she said nothing.

"Yeah, I know the answer. What do you do, watch my movies on the projection screen and pretend you're fucking me?"

"You're a cocky little bitch aren't you?" She smiled.

"And that's one of the reasons why you can't get enough of me. Tell me where my sister is how I can reach her, and I'll make it worth your while."

"How are you gonna do that?"

"Just answer if you agree to the terms stipulated."

She laughed and asked did I play a lawyer once. I answered by shoving my hands down the front of her jeans. I felt her "little friend" and I looked up at her stunned.

"You're wearing a strap on?"

She undid her pants and showed me that she was wearing a dildo that was shorter yet thicker than the one she plied me with that day on the highway. It was hot pink and solid. There was also a little nub above the dildo attached the harness for I don't know what reason.

"Take it off." I told her. I didn't want to touch it, knowing that it probably had some contact with that bitch that just left.

She pulled her pants and then her strap on off, and stood in front of me as I unbuttoned her shirt and ran my hands over her big bra clad firm globes. I could see the nipples straining under the fabric. Just knowing they were begging to be free and for my mouth to taste them made me wet. I kneaded and grabbed her breasts as she moaned rubbing and clutching at my thighs. She bent down to kiss me and I let her tongue slide inside of my mouth but teasing her I didn't kiss her back even though I knew it was killing her to have me not reciprocate.

As she ran her tongue all around my mouth searching for mine I unbuttoned her bra, which undid in the front. Her buoyant breasts sprang free and I got that warm familiar feeling of satisfaction when I felt the little hard nipples that I fantasize about.

I pulled away from her to lay my eyes on her big firm breasts. The hard reddish brown raspberry nipples with no real surrounding areolas. The sight of the exotic breasts turned me on. I lifted one to my mouth and began to suckle and suck on it the way I knew she had wanted me to suck on her tongue when it was in my mouth. Her bosom heaved up and down as I sucked harder and swirled my tongue around her nipples while caressing the other one. I was so turned on that I felt light headed and high, my head floated to another place as the tip of my pointed tongue flicked each of her nipples.

She reared back and moaned as she tried to reach under my shirt. The awkward position only allowed her to grab a nipple, rolling and pinching it between her fingertips. The sensation sent electricity straight to my pussy and I moaned into her huge breasts, burying my face in deep as I slid my hand down her navel to cup her shaven mound. I dug a finger into her cul de sac and found her little hard wet clitty and began to rub the tip with the balls of my finger in tight round circles.

"Oh god." She screamed and I knew she was close to her first cum. Sucking on her tits alone could make her cum so I know the extra teasing of her clit would drive her mad.

I spit one nipple out and dived to take the other one in my mouth, holding the tit in my hand. In and out my quick tongue darted stabbing at her rock hard raspberry nipples. With two more fingers I rubbed her clit with more pressure in loose circles around and round, pressing hard against her tingling sex. Then when I heard her tell tale breathing I began to use my fingers to flick the clit harder attacking it with speed and pressure.

She grunted as she threw her head back, her body squirming as she still stood with my fingers between her legs. She came hard all over my fingers and gasped and panted for air. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and she began to lick and suck at them.

"Save some for me." I said and tasted her juices all over my hand. It was the first time I'd had pussy juice. Her fragrant scent and tangy taste made me want more. I stood up and sat her down where I was sitting. She was a sight, her bra and shirt undone, her little hat still on her head, and her sneakers still on as her bare ass sat on the counter. I went and pulled the chair that she sat in over to her, sat down and adjusted the height so I could be near her fragrant pussy, and grabbed onto her hips and pulled her close to me.

She leaned back on her hands as I kissed the soft insides of her thighs. I reached up and played with her tits again.

I spread her thighs wide and stuck my fingers inside of her core. I began to curve my finger up to touch the grape like texture of her g spot and I began fucking her pussy. Soon I added two more fingers squeezing it in her tight cunt. For leverage I stood up and braced myself by holding on to the wall behind her. I pounded her pussy with my small fingers, thrusting it in and out of her core.

"You're the one who likes to do all the fucking don't you?" I said jabbing her g spot on every word as I thumbed her clit.

She herked and jerked as she cried out in pleasure. I pulled my fingers out of her when I was sure her little clitty was tingling again and ready for my mouth. I sat down in the chair again before her pussy and spread her legs wide to see her throbbing sex. She had unique labia. One lip was bigger than the other. The other lip had a small pouty look to it. It was gorged with blood and excitement. I began to lick and suck on that lip, pulling it with my lips, nipping at it with my teeth.

"You sure this is the first pussy you've eaten?" She asked me as I began to suck and gnaw at the other lip. Soon I began to take long lingering licks up and down her slit, with every lap digging my tongue just a little bit deeper until I was face deep and tongue deep inside of her core. I spread the lips apart and dug my tongue in as deep as I could, fucking her with it, her juices all over my face. I attacked her cunt and drained her juices into my mouth like a depraved hungry animal. She hissed and humped my face and grabbed my ponytail pushing me in and out of her pussy deeper.

"I can't believe you." She gasped.

I couldn't believe myself.

Finally coming up for air, I spread her lips apart and began to slowly lick the underside of her clit. Unlike mine, she had fluffy pink folds, which protruded, out of her pussy. I began to manipulate the underside and the folds with my lips, pulling at them thinking that maybe it might hurt but all I heard from Carlotta was sounds of pleasure. With my French manicured fingers, I moved apart her lips and began to lick on the tip of her clit, then swirling my tongue around it and stabbing it with my tongue.

She rocked back toes curled, digging her fingers into my scalp and massaging as I heard her make deep guttural moaning sounds of pleasure. Getting her off was making me so hot I didn't know how long I could stand it. I finally went in for the kill, for the move that would probably make her orgasm. I wrapped my lips around the shaft of her clit tightly, and then I kept them still and moved only my tongue to circle the shaft of her clit. I kept doing that, alternating between slow and fast, teasing her until I was sure she was going to explode. I shoved two fingers inside her and then slurped at her pussy like this faster and faster making loud slurping and yummy noises until her whole body froze up, she gasped for air, and the muscles in her pussy choked my fingers, milking them as if it would a dick. She tightened and spasmed all around my fingers and I brought her down slowly from the cum licking slowly and then kissing the insides of her thighs.

I pulled away, she stared at me all sweaty, her breasts exposed, nipples hard, her hat gone.

She pulled me close to her and we began to kiss. I was so horny I didn't hold back. I let our tongues play with each other as she ran her hands all over the sleek curves of my fully clothed body.

She began to pull at my shirt but I stopped her. "No, I just gave you what you wanted. I don't need anything from you except the info."

Her husky sexy voice pulled me closer and whispered in my air, "But I need you right now. I want your body so badly."

"A deal is a deal." I said breaking away beginning to get a little frightened by the look in her eyes.

"Tell me Carlotta."

"Let me just dress okay?" She said getting up from where she sat and putting back on her harness with the hot pink dildo.

I waited but that's all that happened.

"Well get dressed or tell me now." I demanded.

"First I want to fuck you." She said approaching me slowly. I saw her ample curves come towards me, and as much as I wanted to stay for some reason I was afraid. Perhaps it was because she was about to take control of the situation.

I put my hand on the doorknob to open it but she slammed it, pressing me against the door, her naked moist body pressed against mine.

"Let me go Carlotta."

"You know you want this." She grabbed me and threw me away from the door. Stunned I watched her go to the other side of the small room and push the heavy credenza in front of the door in one fell swoop.

She lunged for me and I was backed in a corner. She forced her ultra long tongue into my mouth and began to kiss me hard as she pawed at my t-shirt clad breasts. She reached under my shirt and gave one of my tits a squeeze, and then using her torso she pressed me against the wall to keep me there as she pulled off my shirt. I could feel her dildo near my inner thighs.

She was a strong girl because I grappled with her with all my might.

As soon as my shirt was off, she used her freakishly long tongue to manipulate my long and erect nipples. She flicked them with the tip of her tongue at a furious rate, and then took the time to suck on each one, swirling the wet stiff organ around my tender ever hardening nipples, making my body lax and loosen.

"No Carlotta no!" I said, begging her with tears in my eyes knowing this wasn't a game and was the real thing. She was going to do what she wanted to me and I had no say in the matter.

She kissed down my navel until she was on her knees, and then began unbuckling my jeans. She pulled them down and off of me along with my panties. Now I was completely naked like her. She pulled me close to her, our naked bodies touching and generating sparks that I could feel. Our tits touched and our soft torsos, and she ran her hands all down my back and grabbed and kneaded my ass cheeks with two hands. I thought about her grabbable ass and did the same thing to her, cupping her shelf cut firm ass.

We rubbed against each other reveling in each other's touch for what seemed like the longest, then I said, "Carlotta, can't you let me go.I really don't want to be doing this. I'm serious."

"Your mouth is saying no. Your body is saying something else." She dived down on my neck like a vampiress and began to suck and lick it until I melted into her. Finally she grabbed my shoulders and we collapsed to the carpeted floor. She was on top of me, her big bare tits touching mine rubbing all over my body. I lay still and panted as she placed wet sloppy kisses down my navel to my throbbing sex, which hadn't been shaved and was growing back stubble. She didn't mind because she kissed it and nuzzled the slit with her soft hot lips. Getting down to business she pried me open and began to lick and suck at my clit, knowing that I was at the boiling point. That long flexible and limber tongue batted against the tip of my clip. My back arched and I hissed like a cat. She took one of her big titties and dragged the nipple up and down my slit.

"Oh god.oh shit." I cried at the erotic sight and humped her titty once it hit my clit. Her breast was in my pussy and she moved it around as I rubbed myself against her like an animal. She dug a finger inside of me and pressed her other breast hard against my wet sex. I humped her breast, the friction against my clit building pressure as she finger fucked me, until I came to a glorious climax, the kind where my voice got caught in my throat and I could hardly speak.

Finally when I was finished coming, she crawled over me and hung her tits in my face. I lapped at the juices that I left on them and felt my pussy stirring again.

She moved her tits away from my mouth and began to kiss me, I felt her spreading my legs and then I knew what was coming next.

"I can't fuck you with that Carlotta, that girl's pussy was on it."

"Of course I used a condom." She said smiling, and then she got up off of me, dug around in her bag, which was close by and retrieved another one. I watched her slip the fresh condom on the dildo and then come to hover over me again. Satisfied that I made the best out of what could be an even worse situation I let her kiss my body and I relaxed under her caress. Our naked soft curvaceous bodies melded together, we held and rubbed each other, touching and just getting off from the contact of our bodies. Finally I felt Carlotta's fake dick slowly enter me. She whispered sweetly into my ear as she eased in inch by inch. Then bracing herself against the floor on her elbows she began to stroke in and out of my pussy. The sensation felt so good that I just closed my eyes and spread wider so she could go deeper on every thrust. Every thrust shook both of our bodies and sent shivers down my spine. We fucked like that for a while, slow, deep and hard savoring the hot sex. Then I felt her reach beneath her and fiddle with something. I heard a whisper quiet buzz permeate the air. She thrusted back inside of me nearly to the hilt, as this dildo wasn't as long as the last one, which could hit bottom easily. As she did I felt an acute vibrating pressure on the lips covering my clit.

So that was what that little nubby thing was!

She grinded in me and I parted my lips so that the nub's soft buzzing would hit my hard wet clit directly. I grinded beneath her, and she worked her dick inside of my on top for quite a while. I wrapped my legs around her waist and moaned, the sensations bringing tears to my eyes. It felt so good that I thought I was beginning to hyperventilate. I kept breathing in and out so fast that I couldn't control it, and every intake of oxygen sent my head higher into the clouds. I felt like I was transported to another place and time where nothing bad could ever touch me again. This was like some super drug.

I humped her little vibrator on my clit and her dildo in my core, raising up on my own forearms and thrusting with my legs still attached around her waist.

"Oh shit.yeah.yeah." I cried about to cum, but waiting and waiting, the pressure built up until it was too intense to handle and I screamed bloody murder, my body writhing and wracked with pleasure. Carlotta took my underwear and shoved in my mouth to muffle the screams as she laughed.

I cried out in pleasure tasting my own scent in my mouth as she gave no mercy, just kept stroking and alternately grinding inside of my with that vibrator until I came so much I couldn't even count how many times anymore.

Finally I pushed her away, having to dig my nails into her skin in order for her to get the message. She rolled off of me as I tried to recover on the carpeted floor, leaking and drooling and dazed.

"Hey beautiful, the movie ended a while ago. Looks like no one got to hear you scream."

Dr. Hiroshu's gentle buzzer jolted me out of my reverie.

"I guess our time's up huh." I said almost panting after telling the story.

"Yeah I guess." She said, looking just as riled up as I was.



When I got home it was dark inside of the house, giving me an almost creepy feeling.

"Yoo hoo.Jeff?" I called sashaying through the house. His rental wasn't gone from the driveway so I figured that he didn't go anywhere.

I walked up the stairs and crept through the hall to his room. I got a strange feeling, something told me to keep quiet.

I listened at his door and heard soft groaning and moaning sounds and sex talk, him saying things like yeah and oh baby, you know what I'm talking about.

I know he wasn't fucking some chick in my house?

I listened and felt a little yucky and listening to my little brother have sex. That's when I heard the phone rang. I darted out of sight around the corner and my brother emerged from his room. He was still in shorts and a T-shirt as he went into my room to answer the phone.

I listened for a while thinking that maybe I should sneak out and then pretend to re-arrive home again, but I wanted to see the little whore he was doing in my house.

He sounded like he was having a lengthy conversation with a friend he knew from high school or college or whatever. They were making plans to get together, that's when I took my cue.

I tip toed down the hall and flung the door open with a flourish only to find no one there.

All I was thinking was that either that girl was so fast that I couldn't see her leave or was hiding under the bed.

Yeah okay, so I checked. No girl.

Wait a minute. Don't tell me he was making all that noise jerking off?

I shuddered. The sexy feeling I felt recounting my story at Dr. Hiroshu's office was long gone, and I wondered if all my sexy feelings would disappear at the next thing I saw.

I saw my sister's dog-eared picture, splattered with a healthy helping of cum.

While he was still on the phone, I tiptoed outside and then made a loud re-arrival, calling out his name loudly this time and switching on lights. I walked up the stairs and peeked in the open door of his room. The lights were on, his laptop was plugged in and it just seemed like he was doing some work in his t-shirt and shorts.

"Hey sis." He smiled.

Now I definitely knew something was up.

I told myself to be calm and remember that I was an actress. I acted composed and normal though I was mortified. He told me he was going out in a little while and then headed for the bathroom down the hall to shower. I shut myself up in my room and considered scheduling an emergency appointment with Dr. Hiroshu.

I lay on top of all of my covers staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell was going on. Suddenly I remembered that the next day that Nia and I would "swap brothers" and Gilvan would come over to stay with me for a couple of days until our parents got back. I decided to see how that was going so I called over to Nia's house.

Luckily Gilvan answered. He told me how he and Nia were having a great time and if I didn't want to I didn't have to switch. He ran down the list of all the things they did and talked about how cool she was and that maybe we could all hang out. He said the part about us all hanging out in that patronizing way that people say things like that when they want to be nice and include you even though they know you don't belong.

"Over my dead body you're not coming over!" I nearly yelled into the phone and slammed it down. Nia wasn't going to have both brothers.

Suddenly a wicked thought flashed through my head. Maybe she could have just one.

Okay here's the rundown. Gilvan was always my favorite brother because he seemed a lot warmer and receptive to me than his identical twin Jeffrey. Gilvan and I weren't particularly close, it's just that he seemed to pay attention to and genuinely respect me when I spoke or bragged about new accomplishments or something like that. Jeffrey was polite but he seemed indifferent. And these days since he came to visit he's been downright irreverent, but now I know why he's always paid more attention to Nia growing up, always defended her when everyone else was against her, always lauded her accomplishments openly while he barely mentioned mine.

The fool seemed to be in love with her.

Well maybe I was going too far, but something creepy was going on. As soon as Jeffrey left I went into his bedroom and started spying around on his laptop. Luckily he thought I was allergic to technology so he didn't take the time to shut down or log off of his username.

What I found there was amazing.

Scanned clippings and pictures of Nia, from even her awkward teen years until now. Clips of papers she wrote in high school and before she dropped out of college (How did he get that stuff?). Newspaper clippings about the family, her name highlighted, her interviews with different magazines and newspapers, her book reviews and etcetera, etcetera.and oh what's this?

A journal.

Yes folks, this is what we call the smoking gun.

I opened up a document called, "Dark Secret." It was about a hundred of pages long, documenting journal style, his dark attraction to his sister. I was both repulsed and drawn to the glowing phosphorus, as I read how he always had sexual fantasies about her even when they were younger. How he thought that she was so smart and beautiful and independent, but that she probably didn't care about him or the rest of the family. He yearned to be inside of her world, to be included, but she was so aloof and loner-esque that no one could get close to her. He wanted to be like her and often put up a indifferent sarcastic fa‡ade (like her) in order to protect himself from these immoral feelings and the rejection he would feel from her if he even tried to ask her for lunch, (which he did by the way according to the whiny journal).

Okay those were some pages back, maybe fifty, when he was younger. The journal wasn't kept daily but just when he felt like writing.

Anyway I sped up to now where he just wrote: "I'm here in L.A. near the suburb where I was born and bred, where I've been chained by the suffocation of my overachieving family and imprisoned by my strange and scary attachment to my sister Nia. We are not close at all but if she knew what I did to her picture sometimes before I went to bed at night.if she knew that I went to sleep fantasizing about her curvy round ass, about her sweet smile.if anyone knew. Anyway I came here on a plane thinking that this has got to end, that I've led a pretty good life so far but its been marred by this obsession and I don't know why. I'm afraid to get help. I'm afraid of the secret getting out. I'm just afraid. And most of all angry. How could she not know how much I love her? It's still a brotherly love, but I still would like to make love to her and worship her body. I'd like to show her how special she was, how brave she was to be going against the grain. Did she know how much our parents respected her? Way more than us other sheep. Where did she find this essence of Heroine? I wish I could be like her, doesn't she know that? How could she not feel my love emanating from my very soul? When the world is against her, I'm in her corner, yet the first person she chooses to hang out with is Gil. I've been here a whole week before him, dropping by her apartment, offering to hang out and she's been all like, " I'm so busy right now." and whatever else she says. I used to think that she just was too cool for this sick family we're in. Now I think if she can pick Gil over me than it must obviously be me."

It went on and on and on enough to make you sick. I didn't understand this "brotherly love" tinged with the desire to "worship her body", but all I knew is no one was writing any damned journals about me. I am probably twice or three times as beautiful as Nia, how could he choose to covet her?

I thought about the dividing up of and time-sharing of our brothers. Gilvan was the one who picked Nia, not the other way around. But this lovesick, (emphasis on sick) puppy only saw what he wanted to.

This was icky really icky. But still my life is pretty icky too. I mean not that I have anything against making love to women but I really don't want to do it. I don't want to yearn for Carlotta's body or her husky sexy voice or her touch. I don't like risking my career to play sick mind games and rendezvous with the person who's repeatedly victimizing me. None of this would ever have happened if it weren't for Nia.

That's when the light bulb when off in my head. I had a recipe for revenge and a lesson plan for my little sick bro.



It was a great morning, sunny not too hot and suffocating, and just all around beautiful. Unfortunately it was my last day at my sister Nia's house. I cheated a little, I was supposed to leave last night but decided to leave this morning. Before I left Nia did, and she gave me a hug and told me that once this crazy arrangement was over that I could stay over for the rest of the time I was in L.A.

I was sad but it was only two days at Mia's house, so I tried to look on the brighter side of things.

That morning before I left I hung around procrastinating. I called my cycling friends and we were talking about regular guy things, like girls, sports and the tournaments we were going to try to get in. I realized just how easy it was for a bi "down low" guy to blend in and fool people if he wasn't too stereotypically "feminine" and if he was careful. My dick craving had been temporarily satisfied until further notice because of my night with Rashid, and now I was just feeling like some sexual quality time with the opposite sex.

I was getting my bags ready to go when the door buzzer rang. The security woman said that officer Malea was here regarding Nia. The officer had a different name so it sure wasn't the one I sucked off the other day. I let the officer up and opened the door. A statuesque raven-haired Amazonian beauty stood before me in uniform. She wasn't the type of girl I usually went for. I'm usually attracted to petite short extra feminine types, but something about her wreaked of sexiness.

She looked at me with surprise but maintained her coolness through a sexy sly smile. Her husky silken voice asked, "May I come in?"

She walked in, her eyes darting about the room, "Is Nia home?"

"Um, no actually." I extended a hand and she took it, I held on for as long as I could while I shook it, "I'm just here temporarily. I'm Gilvan, and you?"

I had put forth a whirlwind of words before she could start asking specific questions, hoping she'd be satisfied with the information to not ask much more. I was scheming on some ass and I wasn't going to let the "brother" thing get in my way if this was one of my sister's friends. So I held that info back as long as I could.

"I'm Carlotta."

Carlotta? Calvin the cop mentioned her. I hope he was too embarrassed to mention our episode to her. She seemed to have no recognition or sense of knowing in her expression, so I was still hopeful.

"Sit down she should be back in a few minutes." I lied. Whoa, I really wanted to get into her panties didn't I?

She sat down in the most unusual way for a lady, her legs spread apart, her arms spread on the back of the couch. She smiled at me briefly and then looked away.

"You want something to drink? A coke? A beer? Something stronger?" I asked trying to desperately recreate the sex scene with her friend Calvin James.

"Well I'm still on duty but there are other laws I've broken-even worse. I'll take a beer."

I came back with one quickly, surveying myself in one of Nia's mirrors. I looked pretty good. I had on a t-shirt that wasn't exactly tight but showed my muscular form. I had on fitted yet loose jeans, crisp white sneakers and a thin platinum chain that was a birthday gift from a girlfriend. Sure she'd go for this, a big strapping yet attractive woman like herself had to intimidate men. A hottie like me, (I cant believe I'm thinking all of this, must be the horniness) would make her cream her panties if I just looked at her sexy. I'd do my shy and self-effacing routine. A cute yet awkward guy. Girls love that shit.

"So what do you mean by breaking laws Carlotta." Her name rolled off of my tongue.

She laughed as I handed her the frosty bottle. "Mostly like having sex during the beat. I'm pretty sure that's frowned upon in the force, especially when the people you seduce are the ones you stop and pull over."

I sat down near her and felt my dick stiffen. She was a freak wasn't she? I was in luck.

I sipped my beer as she gulped hers, taking it to the neck and gulping loudly, finishing as much as she could. Finally she came up for air and gave a little belch.

"You're not shy." I laughed.

"Should I be?" She raised an eyebrow.

I took that as my cue for some reason. I came and sat next to her and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels.

"I didn't know Nia had this channel!" I exclaimed looking at a blonde and brunette tear each other's pussies up sixty-nine style.

"Spice Channel. I have it at home too." She said licking her lips.

Okay so this was going good, I thought. Just like with Calvin the cop.

"So you said you're not shy about civilians." I said in a low sexy and gentle voice. "Well what about me?" I smiled and bit my top lip anxiously for added pretty boy effect.

She looked at me, smiled slyly and began laughing.

My face flushed. Maybe she saw through my corniness?

"I want to show you something." She stood up before me, her crotch right in my face.

I probably was salivating I was so excited. Maybe the day was saved.

She unbuckled her belt, slowly and sexily slid her pants down over her hips, and an eight-inch translucent purple silicone dong boy-yoy- oinged right in my face slapping me on the cheek.

"See those girls on the screen." She looked back. "That's the kind of equipment I'm into." She grabbed the cock. "Unless you're interested in this kind of equipment, I am SO not the one." She smiled as I looked up at her stunned.

Damn, my horniness clouded my brain functioning power. Calvin said himself the other day that his partner was a Dona Juana dyke, getting more ass than he did.

I guess I wanted her so bad I blocked that little fact out of my memory.

I could tell she was real proud of herself, setting me up like that, so I gave her a zinger.

I grabbed the silicone cock. "Maybe I do like this equipment. And the fine machinery it's attached to."

She laughed again. "Will you do anything to try to get to me?"

"As a matter of fact I would."

"Okay pretty boy. What would you do to this here dick that just slapped you in the face."

"Hmm.I'd probably suck the hell out of it."

She laughed again. "You can't be serious."

"I am. I like dick."

"Well there's a bitch attached to this here dick."

"I like the bitch attached too."

"I'm not into boys, even young pretty ones like yourself. You could've had me fooled. I thought you were one of Nia's boy toys, she goes for the tall strong handsome types."

"Nia and I aren't together in any way." I said. "Besides, I know you don't like boys, but why don't I show you what I can do to this anyway?" I grabbed her hips and heard her gasp silently as I began to swirl my tongue around the purple translucent tip. My large hands covered her both of her ample hips and she didn't protest to me taking charge.

I looked up at her as I bobbed back and forth on her pretty purple dick, taking time out to lick and suck it, treating it as if it were real.

Something told me this was getting her off, that the fantasy of her having a real dick was how she got off on plunging her strap on into different broads. I know she didn't like men, but she had to feel pretty powerful for me to be at her feet sucking on her Johnson. I saw her bite her bottom lip trying to look away from my face as she said, "Well if it gets you off I can't complain."

I dropped to my knees in front of her, running my strong muscular hands down her thighs, her hamstrings, feeling her strong curvy calves through the slacks of her uniform. Her pants began to slide down, and my dick got rock hard as my strong hands felt her soft almond-olive tinged skin. I slid my hands down her thighs and felt up and down her impressively built legs, feeling goose bumps.

She still said nothing.

I didn't want her to get mad about me touching her, so I did it as subtly as I could, only occasionally looking up at her as she watched me lick the underside of the shaft, down to where her balls might be, her dick resting on my head and me licking the harness clad crotch of her strap on.

I fantasized that I was licking her sweet slit while her dick rested on my head.

"Easy there boy, you said you wanted to suck a dick not a cunt." She warned me.

I listened to her, and went the extra mile. Taking one hand off of her sexy legs I grabbed her dildo and began to suck feverishly, grabbing the tip and beating it against my tongue, putting it back into my mouth again and putting as much down my throat as possible, leaving trails of wet bubbly saliva. I made slurping sounds as I sucked her off, caressing her sexy legs with my other hand.

"Yeah suck that shit you little prissy boy undercover faggot." She said. I looked up frowning at the harsh words but saw she was clawing at her bare breasts. I didn't even notice she opened up her shirt and undid her bra. Her hardened nipples made me want to shove my own dick between them. Knowing that was a no no, I continued to suck her fake dick and began reaching in my own pants to jack my own.

She screamed more demeaning words at me humping my face as she pinched and pulled at her nipples with her eyes closed. She lifted up her breasts one at a time and stuck out a long tongue to suck and lick at them.

Whoa, her tongue was amazing.

She began sucking her breasts expertly, gnawing at the non-existent areolas, getting herself off. She didn't even notice that I had stopped sucking. I was sitting back on the couch jacking myself off watching her.

"You let me suck your dick. Can I suck your tits?" I asked.

She looked down at me panted. "Don't try to trick me pretty boy."

"You let me get off sucking your dick, and I see you like having your tits sucked."

"Not by dudes."

I reached out and pulled her close to me by her dick. I began to jack it off, or put on the act of doing so as I stuck a tongue tentatively at one of her breasts. She didn't stop me, so I continued to jack her silicone friend off, thumbing the tip and rubbing it like a real dick while my head swam in ecstasy, as I tasted her delicious nipples.

My oral skills with women were great. And though she was pretty butch, and adamant about it, she was still a woman. She just focused on the sensations I gave her, probably still fantasizing about me jacking off that dick in my hand, as I licked and jabbed my pink wet tongue at her hard nipples.

"Stroke that shit damn it.suck these titties bitch." She moaned as I began to suck on one of her breasts, the suction of my lips tight against her nipple, while I flicked and stabbed the tip of my tongue faster and faster.

She bit her bottom lip, grunting and groaning. I reached up and grabbed the other breast. God it was in my hand, it felt so firm and round and soft and warm. I squeezed her tit hard as I kept the oral assault up.

"Oh yes!" She cried throwing her head back and pushing mine against her tit harder. She came for a few more minutes as I jerked her other breast around and kept up the same technique that made her climax the first time. Finally she pushed me away.

She looked at me huffing and puffing. "You tricked me pretty boy."

I shook my head no.

"Since you like sucking dick so much, turn around and pull down your pants. I'm gonna show you I'm more man than you." She said huskily.

She saw the surprise in my eyes and took that for fear.

"You'd better do what I say. You tricked me. Here's your punishment."

I stood up, dropped my jeans and shorts, and leaned against the couch bent over, my firm golden brown ass exposed.

She smacked my ass. I heard the rattling of a condom wrapper.

"Spread 'em." She commanded.

I parted my ass cheeks and felt the tip of her little friend hit my hole.

I was excited as I felt her hands on my hips but realize this was only to brace herself.

She shoved herself way deep into me, without lubricant, the searing pain making me gasp for air.

"You like that? Huh boy?" She said as she began to deep stroke inside of me, slapping my firm ass cheeks.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as she yelled nasty things to me and told me to take this big dick all the way inside of me. She fucked me hard and rough, but the initial pain was soon replaced with pleasure.

With one hand beneath me I grabbed my rock hard veiny smooth dick and began to squeeze and jerk it up and down.

"Oh you like that pretty boy." She said, her voice betraying the huskiness of ecstasy.

Was she getting off on this too?

Something told me that Carlotta just loved fucking holes.

"Yeah fuck me.daddy." I said taking a risk.

"No call me mommy.I'm your big bad mommy."

I imagined her tits shaking as she plunged my ass harder and deeper shaking me and the couch I braced myself against.

"Oh god yes mommy, you're my big bad mommy." I yelled until I felt myself about to cum.

"Yeah take it.take it pretty boy."

"I'm gonna cum mommy."

"Yeah cum for me you dirty little bitch.cum!"

Her dildo hit ridges in my asshole that sent my brain on a whirlspin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yeah I'm cumming!"

I squeezed my dick and pumped hot white sticky jizz onto my sister's black leather couch.

She was going to kill me.

Carlotta pulled out of me with a plop just as my sister walked in, looking like her heart had just stopped.

Uh oh. Before I even had the chance to clean up her couch.

The End.

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