All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Rachel thinks her brother deserves a pretty lover with a sweet ashole and pussy. But who?Enjoy reading...**************Most beautiful people, movie stars and models, they have those classic good looks, you know? They have the symmetrical features, the flawless skin, and the perfect proportions. Good genes, mostly. People born to beauty from beauty. But sometimes you run into someone who is sort of...strikingly beautiful in a way that's hard to define. Maybe you see a woman and her eyebrows are a little too thick, her nose a little too narrow, her eyes a little misaligned, her mouth a little large. And each and every one of those imperfect features, on their own, simply don't work. But for some reason, when they all come together...they are attractive in a way that is hard to explain. It is just a sort of accident of nature, beauty out of chaos.I fall into the latter camp. I swear, I am not bragging. I promised myself when I started this story that I would be objective about what I

I know that any person can get hooked up with someone who is not compatible with them. Trust me, I know. But I still felt terrible. That was my brother's first experience with a girlfriend and it was a total dud. She was terrible. She hurt him. And she wasn't even pretty, so how was that worth it? It was like the best he could hope for was ugly and mean. The guilt came back, deeper than ever.I went back home for Christmas break about three weeks after Ben and Amber broke up. The feelings were still raw for Ben. He was moping around the house when I got there. He didn't say much. Not even to me. He didn't seem upset about Amber being gone, he clearly recognized her limitations as a girlfriend. But he seemed unhappy to be alone again. I didn't blame him. But my guilt was heavier every time I saw him. I tried, desperately, to think of something that I could do to make him feel better. To make everything better. But nothing came to mind. I just grew more anxious as Ben grew more sullen.

When the shock of getting way too close to my brother's sex life started to wear off, I began to realize (against my will, I should note), that the information I got from Christine just represented another thing to worry about. Another challenge for Ben. I rapidly began to forget the bright line that seemed so obvious just a few days before. Where was the limit of the kinds of problems that a sister could solve? I wasn't really sure anymore. I realized that Christine had probably not just stumbled into the "perfect 10" conversation. She'd been wanting to give me the real reason she didn't want to sleep with Ben, without saying it harshly. She didn't find him attractive. And she didn't believe he was well endowed. If he couldn't bring at least one of those things, from a physical standpoint, she wasn't even willing to do something for him out of pity. A sympathetic friend of mine who was...morally loose. That was pretty much the best-case scenario for Ben to get to spend the night with

"It isn't like that," I said, my voice sounding choked, "You don't get the things that you deserve." I said and the words came out flat. I failed to capture the idea."I deserve to kiss my sister?" He responded."No...I mean yeah but not like that," I said, and I realized I was just digging a deeper hole."Tell me, just point-blank Rachel, do you pity me because I am less popular than you were?""No!" I said, and it really wasn't that. He wasn't really all that much less popular."What, because I don't have your grades and I am not great at sports?" He asked."No," I said again."Is it because I am not as good looking as you?" He asked. I paused. Just for a second, but I did it."No," I said, finally. But I could see in his eyes that he had sense it too. I had, unwittingly, confirmed that I pitied my brother. And that was true, I did. And that I pitied him because...he was ugly. He knew it."I knew it, I knew that was it. Ever since the whole 'Lolipop' thing..." Ben said, shaking his

But a kiss wasn't enough anymore. We were in way too deep now. Even as my tongue pressed farther into my brother's mouth, I was thrusting my hips back. I could feel, through the thin fabric, my brother's penis. But honestly, I didn't think of it like that. I thought about the fact that I was in bed with a boy that I knew I loved. And I wanted him inside of me. I broke our kiss now and I heard Ben groan a little as my tongue slip from between his lips. I smiled and kissed his cheek."Don't worry," I said, "This is going to be even better." I started to slide my body down my brother's, feeling my thighs glide over his knees and my breasts moved along his stomach. I trailed kisses down his neck as I moved, but I moved quickly. This felt so right, I didn't want the moment to pass."What're you doing?" Ben asked, a little nervous and a little excited."Trust me," I said. And as I spoke, I slid down so that my ass rested against my brother's shins, my breasts on his thighs, my face now low,