Lois's Evil Plan

>Lois Loud had done everything in her power to seduce her brother, Lyle. She openly flirted with him, batting her eyelashes and touching his shoulder as she giggled at his lame jokes; she strutted around the house in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs; she even walked out of the bathroom naked, knowing he was in the hall. Nothing worked, though. He was gaga over Gloom and wouldn’t even look at her body - her pert breasts, her hourglass hips, her long, smooth legs, the gentle curve of her ass. He had eyes only for the little goth bitch and that was that.
>Then again, there was one method she hadn’t tried…
>It was Saturday afternoon and Lois sat on the couch with her legs bent under her. She wore a gray T-shirt with ATHLETIC DEPT across the chest in red, pink panties, and nothing else, the fabric of the shirt clinging softly to her breasts. She’d just finished painting her toenails and brushing her long, silky black hair, and was waiting patiently to make her move, like a spider crouched in a corner, watching a hapless roach tentatively picking its way across the floor. Her prey sat in the armchair flanking the coffee table, leaning forward to see the TV with his hands clasped on his knees. Lois watched him from the corner of her eye, her faded pink lips moving restlessly from side to side as she considered her plan. It was simple enough, but...God, she didn’t want to do it.
>If it meant getting Lyle to want her, though, she would, and she would smile.
>Finally, she got to her feet and stretched. “I need your help,” she said without preamble.
>Lemy glanced away from the TV and flicked his eyes up and down her form. She went out of her way to avoid speaking to or associating with him because he was not Lyle, and Lyle was the only man she wanted in her life. “With what?” he asked guardedly.
>”Moving my bed,” she lied, “I want to put it against the opposite wall.”
>He stared at her for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay.”
>She smiled. “Perfect.”
>Going around the edge of the couch, she started up the stairs, cocking a look over her shoulder to make sure Lemy was following, he was. In her room, she put her hands on her hips and nodded to her bed. Lemy looked from her to it and back again. “You want it over there?” he asked and jutted his chin toward the facing wall.
>”Yep,” she said.
>As Lemy went over to the bed, she poked her head out the door and looked around. She could heard Gloom giggling in her room, with told her she was hanging out with Lyle; he was the only man in the world who could make a girl laugh like that. Were they...doing something? If not, she’d have to hurry before they did.
>She crossed to the nightstand, grabbed her cell phone, then went to the bed, where Lemy was grunting and straining to move it. She dropped the phone on and stood behind her brother. Jeez, was he really that weak?
>Whatever, it didn’t matter.
>She laid her hand on his back and he looked quizzically over his shoulder. She forced a smile she didn’t feel. “Actually, I need your help with something else.”
>Lemy turned and stood to his full height, his eyes reaching her throat. He tilted his head back to look into her face. “What?” he asked impatiently.
>That’s when Lois struck. She slipped her fingers into his hair, dragged his face to hers, and kissed him, her tongue prying his shocked lips open and sweeping into his mouth. A jolt went through Lemy’s body and he tried to pull away, but Lois held fast to his cheeks; she tilted her head to one side and deepened the kiss, her tongue pillaging the inside of his mouth, raping every nook and crease.
>His struggles lessened, then stopped.
>Then he kissed her back, his hands fluttering to her hips and squeezing. He might have been a toad and a creep, but his warm, firm touch sent a quiver of excitement through her center regardless.
>Hook baited, she pulled back, a long, silvery ribbon of their mingled drool connecting their lips. Lemy’s eyes were wide with shock and glazed, his chest rising and falling sharply. Lois grinned and tossed her bangs out of her eyes. “Did you like that?” she asked. She didn’t give two shits about Lemy, but she wanted, needed, to know that he liked kissing her.
>He nodded, and a self-satisfied smile touched her lips. She liked being complimented.
>Grazing her index finger down his chest, skin kissing fabric, she said, “Do you wanna do me?”
>Lemy gulped, then bobbed his head up and down. She could see how badly he wanted her, and it made her smile. “How bad?” she asked.
>”B-Bad,” he said.
>God, she loved having her ego stroked. Could she orgasm from that alone?
>”Alright,” she said, “I’ll let you do me. Under one condition.”
>Lemy swallowed. “What?”
>She leaned in and brushed her lips across his ear. “You can only put it in my ass.”
>Lemy jerked, and that made her giggle. She slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt. His flesh was soft and hot with desire. Skimming her teeth over her lower lip, she jammed her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and gave his neck a slow, wet kiss. His hands crept from her hips and cupped her ass, squeezing and pulling her body flush to his, his growing bulge firm and full against her crotch. Her breath caught and her core twinged.
>She was going to enjoy this more than she thought she would.
>Pulling away from his grasp, she bent over him; the tips of their noses touched and their eyes locked. “Is that okay, Lemy?”
>The idea was to make Lyle jealous. Her virginity belonged to him, but she would give her ass to Lemy gladly if it helped her with Lyle.
>”Y-Yeah,” Lemy said.
>A wide, gleaming smile, like the edge of a blade, spread across Lois’s lips. “Good.” She stepped back, slipped her hands under her shirt, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. Lemy watched hungrilly as she wiggled her hips and slid them down her legs. She moved slowly and with an exaggerated flourish, enjoying the way he looked at her too much to rush.
>When they pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them and kicked them away. Lemy licked his lips and panted for air like an animal.
>Grinning smugly, Lois brushed past him, knelt on the bed, then bent, her back arching and her ass sticking into the air. Her shirt fell away, and cool air caressed her fevered center. She planted her knees far apart, brushed her hair out of her face, and looked at Lemy over her shoulder. He gaped at her pink middle, spread before him and waiting for him to claim it. “Go on,” she purred, “fuck my ass.”
>Coming alive, Lemy hurriedly pulled down his pants. When his dick popped out, Lois went cross-eyed. It was big. Very big. Much bigger than she imagined when she hatched this plan. Oily dread bubbled in her stomach, but she thought of Lyle, and how this was all going to pay off.
>He roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her close, his rigid head prodding her puckered asshole and making her squirm. She took a series of deep breaths and clutched the blanket in both hands, steeling herself for what was about to come.
>”Do it,” she said, and because she didn’t like feeling intimidated, she added, “rough.”
>She bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes closed.
>Lemy took a deep breath, drew back, then slammed into her.
>Red, stinging agony exploded in the center of her skull and her eyes flew open. She screamed, but it came out a low, pained moan. His throbbing dick filled her completely, straining against her inner walls and prying her pelvis apart like a crowbar. He drew back until he was halfway out, then did it again, his tip stabbing her deep and knocking the air from her lungs. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks and her lungs burst. The pain wracking her body was surreal, and she could do nothing but hold tight to the bed  as Lemy fell into a frenzied pace, pumping in and out, his balls rhythmically slapping the opening of her pussy.
>She bore down on her teeth, and slowly, the pain began to fade. She lifted her head and reached for the phone with one trembling hand, texting and mistyping as every one of Lemy’s drives knocked her forward.
>Done, she laid the phone down and hung her head. A minute later, when she heard footsteps, she looked over her shoulder. Lyle stood in he doorway, head bent over his phone. He looked up, saw them, and blinked in surprise. “Oh, sorry,” he said casually, “I’ll come back later.”
>With that he turned, and Lois’s spirits crashed.
>She started to tell Lemy to get the fuck out of her ass, but before she could, his dick swelled painfully and released, hot, sticky cum gushing into her rectum and making her wince. Lemy held her tight, then let go and stumbled back, his dick yanking out and spurting its final but against the ball of her heel.
>She could feel his sperm squishing deep in her asshole, and when she moved, it sloshed. She sighed, raked her fingers through her hair, and crawled onto the bed, laying with her knees drawn to her chest. Her butt ached, his insides ached, and the feeling of her brother’s semen dribbling out of her ass and onto the bed made her feel dirty and used.
>”That was -” Lemy started.
>”Not a word. Ever. This did not happen.”
>Lemy flinched...then shrugged. “Alright.”
>He got dressed and left.
>Alone, Lois winched at the soreness settling into her body.
>Someday, somehow, she declared to herself, I’m going to get you, Lyle Loud. And when I do, you’re going to make me pregnant...then you’ll never get away.
>She let out an evil laugh that turned into a moan of pain as her raw, chafed insides contracted.
>Ow.