Daughter's Slut - S01 E02

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E02

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Leyla Umayyah

I hated driving my little brother home from his chess club meetings, having to wait after classes while he and his dorky friends had their fun. I didn't see why Mom couldn't drive him home. She worked at the college, often staying even later than the half hour for his club activity.

I needed to get home. I needed the privacy of my bedroom. My college was such a whorish place. Clint and his harem had everyone talking about sex, making it so hard to stay pure. Yesterday, I heard he fucked his pregnant cousin Lee in the ass in the boys bathroom while at the same time Carmelita, that bitch of a bully, had turned completely lesbian, going down on girls in the bathroom.

Some even claimed they peed in her willing mouth.

I hated how I wanted to be one of those girls. I wasn't sure which one I wanted more: to be Lee, getting fucked by that hunk Clint, or one of those girls getting her pussy licked by that Hispanic bitch. She picked on me because I wore the hijab, calling me a Muslim trollop.

My dusky hands gripped the steering wheel of my car as I squirmed.

My brother, Jalal, glanced at me. He had darker skin than me, his body tall and slender, almost as tall as our older brother, Faizel. Jalal pushed up his glasses, staring at me. He was always ogling me. I once caught him trying to peek in on me taking a shower. Horny eighteen-year-old nerd. I bet he had so much porn on his computer.

Maybe I should download porn on mine. Have some...inspiration.

I squeezed my thighs together beneath my long skirt, my clit throbbing.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“Fine,” I said. “Just want to get home. I have...homework to do.”

“Right, right, homework,” he said, a sly smile on his lips. “Sure.”

I blushed. Did he know what I really did after school every day? Mom and Dad would kill me if they learned I masturbated. I didn't want to, but... Clint fucked Lee up the ass yesterday! In our college's bathroom! And today, I saw him strutting around with Melody and Pam wrapped about him, his hands on both their asses.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get home,” Clint had said before kissing Melody.

“Both of us?” Pam asked before nibbling on his chin.

He broke the kiss with Melody to kiss Pam, thrusting his tongue into the Japanese girl's mouth. She quivered, letting out a sigh while blonde Melody rubbed her hands up and down his stomach, feeling his muscular body through his t-shirt.

And my pussy had melted and never recovered. My poor panties soaked through. I needed to get out of them. I needed to be fucked so hard, to surrender my virginity to a hard cock. Any cock. My mind wanted to be pure, but the rest of me wanted to be dirty.

And now my nerdy little brother stared at me. When my parents gave me my car, an old Toyota donated by one of my dad's hordes of cousins, I had to agree to drive Jalal home from his club activity every day.

At the time, I agreed without hesitation.

Now... Why did he have to keep staring at me? I felt his eyes on my boobs, like his glasses had x-ray powers and he could see through my blouse and bra. Didn't he know I was his sister? Who did he think he was? Clint?

Did Clint really fuck his little sister Alicia? Rumors said he did. He fucked his cousins, why not his baby sister?

This college has me all out of sorts. It tempted me every day. How could I maintain my virginity when my body wanted to have all sorts of dirty fun with Clint, with Evan, with Mitch, with James, with other guys? Even Couch Young sent a tingle through my pussy during gym class last week.

I turned into the driveway. We were the only ones home, our older brother hanging out with his friends, Mom still at school grading papers, and Dad worked long hours as a construction foreman. I pulled the parking brake while Jalal burst out of the car, racing for the house on his long, gangly legs.

He had Faizel's height, but not our older brother's brawny build.

What would it like to be with Faizel...? So strong, that same brown skin our father possessed, that soul patch on his chin, his face so handsome. More than a few of my girlfriends thought him dreamy. And I knew he wasn't a virgin.

Maybe he could teach me things like Clint taught his...

I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe I should pray to Allah instead of masturbating. I should throw down my prayer rug, face Mecca, and pray and pray and pray until my pussy no longer begged to be touched.

But when I entered my room, my clothes flew off instead. My fingers fumbled at my blouse. My hijab ended up draped over the post of my bed, my skirt in a tangled pile on the floor, bra lying on my pillow, and my panties on my desk, lying in a sodden pile.

I shivered, running hands over my dusky skin, cupping my round breasts. They were perky and firm, my nipples small and dark brown. I pinched them, letting out a delicious moan before kneeling on my bed.

Like a bitch about to be fucked in the ass by Clint.

“Ooh, yes, Clint,” I groaned, wiggling my hips. I rubbed my fingers up my thighs, drawing nearer and nearer to my pussy.

My shaved pussy.

I couldn't believe I did that, but it made my vulva even more sensitive, made masturbating even more intense. I shivered, brushing the smooth flesh around my pussy, slick with my juices. My tangy scent filled my nose. I whimpered, brushing my slit.

Then I found my clit. I rubbed it, my asshole clenching as I wiggled my hips, pointed at the door. I pictured Clint standing there naked, his body muscular and strong, his skin lighter than mine. He stroked his cock, his face so handsome, chiseled, bold, his dark eyes smoldering as he stared at me.

“Just slide your cock into my pussy,” I moaned, rubbing at my virgin snatch, brushing my hymen. “Take my cherry, lube your cock, then fuck my asshole! Fuck me like Lee!”

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