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Will contain violence, hard vore, betrayal, manipulation, toxic relationships, and things that some may find to be disturbing. Do not read if you do not want to be exposed to such things. All characters are original and any resemblance to real persons is coincidental.

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Greg was writing on his tablet when he heard a knock on his door,  which was shocking. He never had guests over, especially surprise guests. A knock on his door almost always meant bad news. He set his tablet down and quietly stepped to the entrance of his apartment and powered carefully through the peephole. The distorted face he saw was even more shocking than he had imagined; it was Allison, glancing to either side, her light brown hair whipping back and forth as she stepped back, checking for anyone who might be coming by.




Why in the world is my girlfriend's sister here?! Greg thought to himself Maybe I should pretend not to be home…




"Greg!! Open up! It's Allison!" She knocks again, harder this time, shaking the knocker. "I know you're here! I saw your car in the parking lot."




Fuck.




Greg reluctantly opened the door and greeted this clearly anxious woman standing at his doorstep. Greg always thought she was hott, though he would never admit that to Olivia. She stood at only 5' tall and weighing 110 pounds to Greg's best guess. She didn't have much in the way of tits or ass, but her face was always done up magnificently, and for her size her proportions were perfect. He was very attracted to his girlfriend, but she was overweight and did not take care of her appearance like her sister. Today was no exception. She had chosen a natural look for her makeup today, with mascara to match her skin tone and a light touch up to her lashes. Her lipstick was dark, with a hint of dark purple teasing at her sensuality. Olivia had told him once woke she was drunk how much Allison enjoyed giving head and Greg often fantasized about the feel of her lips on his cock, hell, anywhere on his body.




"Hey." Allison waving awkwardly. "Is Olivia here?"




"No," Greg answers, "I think she's at work. I can tell her you stopped by though."




"Well actually…" Allison twisted her body back and forth coyly,  "I'm here to see you. Can I come inside?"




Greg immediately felt his blood pressure rise. Olivia had warned him about this. Allison had made a habit of trying to sleep with her sister's boyfriend's to piss her off, presumably. "Uhmm… ok? What's up?" Greg asks nervously. This has to be a dream. She can't possibly…




"Are you gonna let me in mother fucker? It's fucking hot out here." Ah, there was her famous charm.  She was always rude, which Greg found hot, he was always attracted to mean girls.




"Oh yeah, of course…" he looked into his apartment. It was filthy, he almost never cleaned, "actually… my place isn't exactly presentable right-"




"It's fine, we won't be here long." Allison pushes Greg back with one hand by his chest, her forcefulness shocking him. We? As she walks in she gives the room a once over and a fleeting look of disgust flashes on her face which she shakes away quickly. "Look…" she steps toward him and looks up with her doe eyes, "I know we haven't ever been that close, but I wanted to change that…" she smiled wide and pinched Greg's nipple, which caused him to jump back away from her.




"What?" She smiled mischievously, stepping back into his personal space, "too hard?" She placed her hand on his chest and gently rubbed his right breast, teasing his nipple this time. "Olivia told me you liked having your nipples played with."




"I… no… uh…" it was true,  Greg could barely think when his nipples were getting pinched or tugged on, especially- his thoughts were shut down as Allison took his left nipple in her mouth biting it gently, not caring that his shirt was in the way. Her free hand then found it's way to his crotch, massaging his now throbbed member. Greg could not believe this was happening, briefly he had the thought to end this, but he lacked the willpower.




Allison stopped biting his nipple so that she could say, "Olivia told me a lot of things. Do you want me to… show you?" She squeezed hard with both her hands, causing his legs to feel weak and his body to lean foward onto Allison. Smiling proudly Allison said, "I'll take that as a yes." She removed her hand from his groin and slapped his ass, lightly pushing him back with her hand on his chest. Greg was putty in her hands at this point.




She walked away from Greg and back to his kitchen. He thought he heard her mutter something at this point as she left his sight. "You seem a bit tense, let me serve us a drink." Greg follows her around the corner but is cut off immediately as she comes back around, already two tall cans in hand, his favorite, Redd's Wicked.




Greg, at this point, is baffled. She holds the already opened drink to him, smiling as big as the Cheshire cat. "Let's have some fun." Slowly, suspiciously, he takes the can and drinks. It's warm, not how he usually drinks it, the bitter taste of alcohol more apparent than normal. She grabs him by his arm and goes him to the couch. He watches her gait as she walks in front of him, her form is mesmerizing. He drinks again from the can, fully giving himself to this moment. She sits on the couch and gently pulls him down with her.




Greg, eager to fulfill this fantasy he thought would forever remain out of reach, places a hand between her legs and kisses her abruptly. Allison is surprised at his sudden action at first, but leans in and continues caressing him. Suddenly she breaks away from him to drink again. Greg does the same, lost in lust. The flavor is a bit off…it doesn't matter.  He dives in again for a kiss and Allison obliges. She pulls off his shirt, and pauses in shock.




"She's right! You are mad hairy!" She giggles and covers her lips.




"Yeah…" Greg replies sheepishly.




"I love it!" She exclaims as she immediately runs her fingers through his chest hair and pulls hard.  This makes Greg flinch, but he tries to keep his composure. "Oh? I thought you liked it rough?" She shoves Greg back on the arm of the couch, living both of his nipples.




"Oh God!" Greg exclaims.




"Here," She says, "drink some more." She pours more alcohol into his mouth. Greg is already feeling dizzy, this is clearly getting him very excited. Allison climbs on top of him, it must be the alcohol talking, she seems bigger now. "Oh my God…" she murmurs. "I think it's actually working!?"




"What?" Greg asks




"Don't worry about it babe… just relax." She strokes his face then her fingers run through his hair and grip the back of his scalp, simultaneously pouring more sweet alcohol down how throat. She looks so beautiful, her face is so…. massive. Her entire body is over his head… how is this even possible? Her smile is massive, she looks like a cat who has caught her prey. Greg's vision goes dark.
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