Brother 's Mind-Controlled sister
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis research
Chapter One : Brother 's Cherry Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

notation : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Alex strode through the halls of The Institute of Apotheosis. For well-nigh engineering companies, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be unusual. But the Institute was n't about companies. They had a higher purpose than just making the Modern device or killer app. They were in the concern of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the education of their utter father, Dr. Henry Peter Blavatsky, they found it necessary to hold on the running play of the society as Sir Thomas More of a family concern. Alex was the son of the Institute 's president, Deidre Icke.

Another thing that made the Institute unique was the sound of sex echoing through the halls. Alex passed by section of Scrying, the threshold open, the moan of two Whitney Moore Young Jr. girls echoing from interior. He had a glimpse of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old Twin Falls Sister, kissing each other as they lay atop a tabular array, their beginner, the film director of the department, fucking one of their tight, young cunts.

Alex 's dick ached and throbbed in his pants. He adjusted himself, picking up the pace on the way to his mother 's office. He needed to get his prick wet. He wanted to slip into his mother 's pussy. To feel the hot, tight sheath of the cunt that had brought him into the creation wrapped about his gumshoe.

The first three new gods had taught the populace that incest should be practiced, and the Institute had followed their new deity 's commandment with zeal. And right now, Alex was very eager to practice.

He reached his mother 's berth, bursting in and groaned at the sight of Deidre Icke bent over her own desk, her ass a bright cherry-red. She let out a moan as Alex 's dad, Deidre 's ex, cracked his hand down on her rump.

As a cheat wife, he had every right to punish her. The finis god, Michael Horne, had taught the world that after learning his own wife had an extracurricular affair.

Alex groaned at the sight of his mom 's spank rump.

offer !

"Ooh, yes, punish me,"his female parent moaned, the chairman of the Institute submitting to her penalty. Welcoming it. She wiggled her rose hip, her nighttime bush glistening with her excitement.

chap !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's twin Sister, said. She sat naked on a chair, rubbing her barely effectual snatch messy with their father 's cum."The drone 's just about to sink off the package to the new god."

"Who is it ?"Alex asked, staring at his sister 's cunt. He wanted to have a go at it her so badly. Ever since incest was revealed, he lusted for her.

But brother and sister incest had n't been taught yet. Fathers could enjoy their daughter. Mother 's their boy and girl. Even baby could love each other.

"Randy Lyon,"she answered, her fingers digging into her bitch."I hope he has a sister."

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, ineffective to force his middle away from that gamey sight.

crack cocaine !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new gods had taught them, but they were more than volition to follow them. The twelve new gods would deepen the world. They would reawaken mankind to spiritualism.

And the Institute would be their most impassioned disciples.

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"Watch out on the right flank,"I said into the headset, my PlayStation comptroller gripped in my bridge player."They 're trying to cap the objective."

"I got it,"my friend, going by pussyhunter69, said over the vocalism chat. He then laughed."Bet the cuck did n't see that coming. Head guesswork and he 's down !"

I grinned, staring at the screen door, dodging the incoming fire from an foe player. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few fundament before me. The medicine of the biz thundered through my bedroom.

But it was n't loud enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my beginner bellowed, his vocalism thundering through the house."Right the nooky now !"

I sucked in a deep breath, gripping the pitch blackness control tight in my hired hand."Shit,"I muttered."Guys, I got to go."

"Now ?"pussyhunter69 groaned."We 're in the middle of the match."

"Yeah, my dad 's calling."I hated living at home. Twenty and poor, I did n't have many selection. I worked component meter, using the money to aid pay the invoice since my dad had"hurt"his rear on the job and now drop his impairment drinking as often beer as he could.

motherfucker. I did not be intimate what my female parent ever saw in him. I could only imagine she would have got divorced him if she had n't died.

I threw off my headset and keep out down the system with the controller. I took a deep hint, steeling myself to the confrontation. Most days, he was too drunkard to put the elbow grease into yelling at me or doing something worse.

"You get your goddamn useless ass down here !"he bellowed again, his words half-slurred by the alcohol.

I threw capable my door and stepped into the hallway, running a queasy paw through my dark-brown hair. He sounded real rummy and belligerent. The bruises from his stopping point fit had faded. I knew I 'd have got more. He never beat my three Sister.

Only me.

Alison 's door opened. My nineteen-year-old babe thrust her head out, her light-brown hair falling in loose ignition lock about her narrow fount. She was my preferent Sister. The exclusively one that gave a shit about me. My older Sister was a cunt and Livie, the child of the family, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was more than my Sister, she was my booster. She was someone I could blab out to. Someone that understood.

"Good portion,"she said, her smile tight, that worried look she got tensing her face.

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the stairs. I wanted to scuff my feet, to call for my time, but that would just attain him angrier.

My footsteps thudded down the stairs. I had grown tall, improbable than my dad, but I had a lanky material body, not as broad-shouldered as him. His geezerhood of working twist had given him strength that pounding back beer after beer somehow had n't robbed from him.

There was no bloody jurist in the macrocosm. If there was, Mom would be animated and this prick would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my older sister Valarie with him. She had her subdivision crossed beneath her vauntingly white meat contained in a baby-doll T-shirt. The slut dressed to show off her body and our Church Father ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hair, she looked like our mother, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a street girl. I mean, those shorts were so mingy Valarie had a cameltoe.

Fucking bitch. She knew that dad perved on her and used it to her advantage.

"What did I do now ?"I asked, trying to prevent the irritation out of my spokesperson. My disgust rose in my stomach, a burning churn of Lucy in the sky with diamonds, at the passel of the bleary-eyed, balding man before me, his Elwyn Brooks White shirt stained and stretching over his beer cut, an in of flabby, hairy belly exposed thrusting over his jeans.

"This !"he growled, holding up an empty typesetter's case of Coors, his pet firebrand of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

"There should have been four to a greater extent beers in here, but there ain't."

My eyes flicked to my sister. The twenty-year-old squawk licked her lip, her hazel tree eyes smirking.

"I did n't consume them,"I protested. The one thing my founder cared about was his beer. But how he could think of how many were in a character, I did n't know.

drink held small appeal to me after seeing it translate my father into this piece of shit before me, his breath reeking of that sour boozing, his eyes bloodshot. He took a dance step towards me and threw the composition board box to the priming. It bounced on the lino floor and slid into my feet.

"Do n't lie to me. Your sister told me she saw you sneaking one yesterday."

That fucking squawk. I glared at Valarie and she had this smiling on her mouth, this smirk of triumph. Of track she was sneaking beers. She had one of her friends over. That bitch thought she could get away with anything.

And she could. In that tight top and those ass-hugging underdrawers dad would let her get away with execution so long as she provided a scapegoat for his anger.

"Goddamn, you are such a whore, Valarie,"I snarled at her, my fists balling.

"Do n't call your sis that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the only one in the home that does her chores. If it was n't for her, you would n't make any food to eat, you thankless little shit."

"Alison does the shopping,"I growled."Valarie does n't do shit but dress out like a tart and—"

Dad 's fist swung. I raised my arms, taking the bump on my shoulder. Pain shudder as I stumbled back. He had meaty bridge player, so heavyset and perfect for battering me. His putrid breath washed over me as he roared his sottish rage at me.

My affection pounded. My skin grew tense as his side by side reversal took me in the belly. Air whooshed out of my lungs. I folded in half and fell down to my knees, coughing. I felt Valarie 's middle watching me. That fucking twat. This was all her fault and—

Dad kicked me.

"nooky !"I grunted, rolling onto my back as he followed, his heavy steps booming on the lino. I felt so low beneath him. A whale loomed over me.

I covered my oral sex, my entire organic structure tensed and—

The blow hit my lower back. Thudding pain rippled through me. I grit my teeth, grunting. I did n't require to cry out. I did n't require to dedicate him the expiation. I tensed before each shock, took it with a grunt, my inwardness shrieking in my chest, my stock pounding through my veins. A hot thrill beat in my ears as he kicked me over and over.

"fucking !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

KICK !

"Son !"

beef !

My anger boiled through me as the pain throbbed through my back. I clenched my clenched fist, finger biting into my ribbon. My asshole dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a leaky bellows, sucking in breathing place, exerting himself for once.

"Do n't advert my beer, fucking little shit,"he grunted and stumbled off.

The linoleum felt cool on my face, soothing away the burning hurting. I groaned, rolling onto my rachis. bruise throbbed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to scat. To take some command over matter. I wanted to deliver the persuasiveness to fight down back.

My telephone in my pouch dinged. A text edition message.

"nooky,"I groaned, every movement made my organic structure pounding. burning at the stake ache rippled through my dead body. I pulled it out and stared at it, frowning.

CONGRATULATIONS Randy Lyons ! ! !

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"Fuck,"I groaned, my body too sore to even process whatever stunned turd this message meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the game in the middle of a match.

The pain in my rear grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the contusion throbbed to a great deal. With a grunt, I forced myself to stand. Sweat dripped down my side as I stood, bracing against the icebox 's handle. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his chairwoman, passed out from the effort of his beating.

My clenched fist clenched. I could just punch him right in the face and ...

My belly twisted, a clammy writhe rippling through me. He 'd just shell me again.

I trudged up the stair and barreled through my doorway into my room. I collapsed on my bed, lying on my belly. I rested my head on my pillow, trying to push aside the pulsing ache of the contusion on my back. I 'd feel this beating for days.

"shtup Valarie,"I muttered.

The buzzer rang.

I did n't establish a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a orthogonal glare from my window shining in the upper right niche. I did n't experience the strength to do anything. Frustrated pain in the ass rose through me, stinging my eyes. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to splatter out of me. The back of my throat burned. My teeth ground together.

"You got a package,"Alison said.

"What ?"I opened my eyes to see my babe walk in through my open doorway, wearing a span of jean and a frilly, pink shirt. She closed it behind her with a push of her sock-clad foot.

"A software,"she said, holding a brown box in it."I think a radio-controlled aircraft delivered it. I thought I saw it flying over the Harriet Wilson 's house."

poke ? The text message popped into my mind. But I just did n't care because I saw what was on the pack : the bright blue ice plurality.

Alison set the box on the floor then she scooped off the ice pack and pulled up my tee shirt. She winced, shaking her nous, her eyes growing watery. She placed the pack down on one of those pulsing, throbbing centers of hurt on my back.

Ice soothed it away. I groaned at the numbing touch."Thanks."

"It makes me so angry that he does that to you,"she said, sitting on the bed beside her."I know you did n't steal that beer."

"Yeah, well, Valarie shook her breast at dad and blamed it all on me,"I groaned.

Alison made a disgruntled sound from her throat.

"You should n't stick around here,"she said."You have a job. You could find your own place."

"And who 's going to learn his beatings then ?"I stared at her."Valarie shakes her tits, and Livie just has to flicker her centre and cry like a baby."

Alison gave me such a sad smiling. Her eyes swam with liquid emotion. She looked away, clearing her throat. Then she picked up the package and pulled it onto her lap. She stroked the cardboard, brushing the packing tape sealing it closed.

"It 's so unusual,"she said after a second, her voice strained, tight."There 's no coming back address on here. No transportation labels. Just your name."

"Weird,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that intend moving. And the ice pack felt so amaze, the cold seeping through my dorsum, driving back the heat.

"wellspring, let 's see what it is,"my babe said.

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Alex smiled as the provender on his mother 's computer appeared. The drone 's had installed the spy cameras through the new god 's house. Alexis took his helping hand, giving it a squeeze, the brotherlike twins bore to see what their new god had to teach.

Their mother sat, gingerly, at her computer, manipulating the photographic camera. She cycled it through the star sign, new security measure television camera feeds flashing across the screen. A man with a beer gut snored on a reclining chair appeared in one, the TV playacting before him. A eighteen-year-old fille lay on her back, texting on her telephone in the next. Then an older young woman, twenty with big tits and bleached-blonde whisker, walked out the social movement door.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the succeeding switch. She pointed at the god lying on his belly on his bad, an ice ring on his back. A little girl his age, both xix or 20, sat beside him."Randy Lyon and his middle sister, Alison."

"He has a sis ?"Alexis said.

"Three,"their mother answered.

"Well, let 's see what it is,"Alison said, her Holy Scripture sounding tinny through the cheap computer speakers. She ran her hands across the box the Institute sent Randy, holding it on her lap.

"Please, please, unwrap it,"prayed the naked Alexis, making her Whitney Moore Young Jr., firm breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a mind mastery gimmick,"I said, remembering what the text message said as my sister pried at the mag tape sealing the strange package closed.

"Uh-huh. Been ordering dumb stuff off the vertebral column of a comic book again ?"The tape ripped, taking strips of cardboard with it."Like those x-ray glasses."

"I was ten,"I said with a flush. Mom was still alive then and Dad still worked."I would n't ravage money on something like that now."

"Yeah, it 's not a video plot,"she said, amusement in her voice.

My cheeks warmed more. I shifted and pushed down the overrefinement guilt trip. I worked a lot of overtime to buy my PlayStation 4.

"Well, if you did n't purchase order it,"she said, pulling out a piece of Styrofoam and setting it aside,"then how do you bang what this is ?"

"Text content. A weird one. I thought it was a prank from one of my friends."

"rightfield, a prank,"she said, pulling out a gold ring that looked like a circlet, sized big enough to fit my head teacher. She furrowed her brow, staring at it."Do you think I 'm that fleeceable, Randy ?"

"Well, you did think me when I told you that the X-ray glasses worked but could n't see through metal."

She smiled."I was nine. And I did n't desire you to see my panties."

"Mom did not take account you running around with her baking sheets covering your body."

My babe giggled for a moment, twisting the golden ring between her fingers."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a direct flavour."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're 11 months old than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the fortunate halo on my head.

I gasped at the warmth swelling about my read/write head. Alison gave a shriek and thru herself back so hard that she fell off my bed. The band prickled about my skull. My encephalon fuzzed for a import. My entire body shook and the pain ... The pounding, aching, pulsing bruise across my body, the ones not numbed by the ice ring, faded away. The soreness vanished.

"I-it melted,"she gasped."It melted into your head."

"What ?"My thoughts prickled.

"It just glowed for a moment and then ... dissolved into your head."

I sat up, the ice pack falling off my back. I grabbed my head, running my hands through my hair, searching for the gold closed chain. I felt her set it on me. And ... cipher. My fingers stroked through my short, dark hair. Frown, I looked around on the bed for it. it must suffer fallen off. It could n't have melted into me.

"Stop trying to prank me,"I said, the prickles rippling across my mind."Where did it go ?"

"I 'm not pranking you,"my baby said, her representative tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own temples."How are you making me talk of the town. I can find you ... In my fountainhead !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

"You 're ... making me speak,"she said.

I frowned at her then shook my school principal."right, right, the mind-control. How far are you going to commit to this ?"I rubbed my mind, these fuzzing chill were getting annoying.

"I do n't cause a choice,"she said, sitting up."Who sent this to you ?"She grabbed the box and pulled out an instruction manual."The Institute of exaltation ? What is that ?"

"Apotheosis means falling towards divinity fudge,"I said."It 's a Hellenic language terminal figure for something becoming a god."

"You are such a dweeb,"Alison said, her eye flicking to a bookshelf covered in Brandon Sanderson, Steven Erikson, R.A. Salvatore, Kevin J. Anderson, Henry M. Robert Jordan River, R. Sir Walter Scott Bakker, and terry Goodkind Word of God. Then she opened the manual and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What ?"I asked her, a tiny prickle dancing on my thinking, not as bad as the conclusion ones.

"It says the doughnut contained nanomachines that have bonded with your mind. It gives you the power to project your brainwaves onto another soul and control them."She looked up at me."Why would they send this to you ? I mean, you 're my brother. You 're nil extra or important."

"Because I 'm a nerd,"I said, shrugging. What game was she up to ? How far would she take this ? I had to find out."sales booth on one foot."

My mentation buzzed worse.

She hopped up to her foot and then put all her system of weights on her rightfield, shifting around as she clutched the manual. She balanced, staring at me, her face a Wyrd mix of emotions, almost veneration and almost ... awe.

"I did n't even have a choice,"she said, lowering her left foot to the earth."I just had to do it."

"And yet you stopped balancing on one foot,"I pointed out, knowing I had her now.

"Well, you did n't tell apart me I had to stand like that forever,"she said defensively.

"fine, stand on one foot until I tell you otherwise."My forehead creased against the tingling. That was damned annoying.

Alison balanced on her right leg again, giving me such an annoyed look."You have the power to control my body, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

I gave her such a unearthly look."Why, what would you want me to do with it ?"

needle stabbed into my mind. sudor broke out across my head. I grabbed my synagogue, groaning.

At the Lapp prison term, my baby said,"To force me to tell all my secrets that I 've been hiding from you."

I blinked at that. What was going on here ? Bracing myself against the sensations assaulting my thoughts, I asked,"If you do n't want me to do it about your mystery, why did you just reply the question that way ?"

"Because I want you to make love,"she said, her nerve going musical rhythm red, her middle wild. She waved her arms, fighting to hold her balance wheel."I 'm just too embarrassed to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her eyes, but I could n't recite if she wanted me to stop or keeping going."Unless you ... pull in me."

"fountainhead, what 's your secret ?"I asked. How would she try to trick me with this plot ?

"That I want to have sex with you !"She screamed out the Bible. She let out a whimpering moan, her munition windmilling to preserve her balance."I masturbate thinking about you all the fourth dimension. I want you to be my first off. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My dick became a camp out terminal in my jeans. heat energy flushed through my body. pic of my sister lying on her back, her rung breasts jiggling defenseless, her hands plunged between her thigh, assaulted my mind. My heart pounded as I stared at her.

"Oh, god, oh, god,"she said."Can I put my foot down ? This is voiceless enough without fighting to keep my balance."

"You want to have sex with me ?"

"So badly."She shivered which made her teeter. She let out a niggling screaming, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her weight backward to try and cease her spill. But she over-correct."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my metrical foot to assist her, a laughter about to burst from my lips. Served her right wing to fill the game this far. But a look of panic shot across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt puppy. She gained her groundwork and immediately went to balancing on one groundwork. Tears fell down her cheeks.

"I 'm so sorry. I 'm so disconsolate. I tried, Randy. I tried to obey you. I 'm so sorry."

Saviour. Seeing the crying flood down her brass made me swallow. She was n't playing around. She could n't fake that desperate apology. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on purpose. She just lost her balance.

"It 's ok,"I told her, a tiny crackle danced on my intellection, just the easy of buzzing."You do n't hold to cry. You did n't do anything wrong. You can stand on both your feet."

The bit her go out foot touched the priming, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my neck opening. I became so aware of my youthful Sister 's body against mine, her breasts so round, her figure slender and lithe. She almost had my height, a few inches shorter. My arms went around her without thought process, holding her close.

My dick throbbed. The ache swelled in it. Her confession filled my mind.

I stared at her, my intellection racing, my balls growing so tense, so wax of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my dick."You really want to throw sex with me ?"

"Yes !"She tightened her munition."I know it 's untimely and disgusting. I know I should n't have these depraved thoughts. I just ca n't help myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to hold have intercourse to you. I 'm such a terrible person."

Incest was wrongly, and yet ... She wanted me. A girl, even if she was my own baby, wanted me. And she was in my arms. If I told her to, she would have sex with me. My sister. Alison. The one member of my family unit that was n't terrible to me. That cared about me. I could rick her into a slovenly woman like Valarie. I could fuck her so hard.

A low temperature twist writhed through my stomach.

Why would I want to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to hurt her ? I would never anguish her.

"D-do you think I 'm disgusting ?"she asked.

"No,"I told her."I do n't. It 's ..."

She pressed against me, squirming her hips and grinding her genital organ against my dick. It throbbed in my denim. quiver raced through my dead body. My sister felt so upright against me. So warm and slender. I swallowed, my warmness pounding in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can severalise me ... order me it 's okay. Tell me I do n't have to finger guilty for wanting to do it you. Mind-control it away !"

"If you did n't find guilty, if you did n't think incest was damage, what would you do ?"I asked.

"osculation you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many clip. I 've wanted to just confess my scandalous feelings to you. I thought ... I thought you would hate me. I feel so terrible just having these desires."She ground against me."But you 're so laborious right wing now. Please, please, take it away from me."

I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My hands drifted down her rachis. Incest was wrong ... But my cock did n't give care that she was my babe. She felt so wonderful in my arms. So lithe and beautiful.

"Incest is n't wrong,"I ordered. phonograph needle jabbed so inscrutable into my psyche. Darkness fuzzed across my vision."You never have to find guilty for wanting to receive sex with your brother. It 's alright for brothers and sisters to love each other."

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"Yes !"Alexis said and threw herself at her brother.

Joy beat through Alex 's heart as his naked counterpart sister planted her hot back talk on his, pushing him back. He felt his parents watching them sink to the base of his mother 's office, Alexis pulling at his clothing, stripping him naked as she ground atop him.

It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could make have a go at it to his sis. His prick had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a live over moan into my cervix. Then she pulled her point back. Her puffy eyes stared into mine. The deplume stains on her face combined with her grin to spend a penny her so effulgent, so feminine and alluring. She did n't have to be perfect to be beautiful. She could be so natural, so raw, and light up my soul.

Then her lips met mine. Dry, at first gear, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my center, kissing my outset fille. I held her tight against me, loving the taste of her. The feeling of her. She shuddered against me, her spit brushing my lips, caressing them.

My heart pounded faster and faster. My blood surged through my veins. Boiling heating system washed through my full body. My peter pulsed and throbbed, struggling to go free of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her pant, squeezing those flexible brass through rough denim. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my sister, too.

Our candy kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our tongues joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each other. Her script shoved up my t-shirt, rubbing at my naked back. I did n't palpate any pain from my bruise as she touched me, her finger stroking fire across my back.

The flak raced to my putz. An hell ignited.

I broke the kiss."Alison ..."

"Just order me,"she said."Order me to deliver sex with you. dominate me. gain me do it."She had such a breathy voice, so wanton."Control me !"

"funnies us naked and then we 're going to produce love,"I ordered, my persuasion fuzzing like duncical fleece ran across them."right field now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her eyes so wide."You 're making me do what I 've always wanted. Ooh, yes, you can earn me do anything."She pulled off my shirt."You could make me suck your cock. Or do anal. I 'd hold to let you fuck your gumshoe into my asshole if you ordered me to. And swallow. I 'll swallow all your cum if you tell me to."

"Always,"I groaned."You 'll swallow every drop."

"And I 'll stimulate to let you cum in my pussy. No shelter. You could cover me. I would n't have a alternative. I 'd bear to let you just flood my unprotected snatch."

I realized these were her fancy, all the matter she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My tool throbbed at the utmost one. Breeding her ? Why did that phone like the blistering matter in the Earth ?

"Brothers should always engender their sisters,"I groaned as she threw my t-shirt to the ground then ripped off her own.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she gasped, peeling off her top and revealing her unit of ammunition knocker constrained in a light-blue bra, her nipples dimpling the loving cup."I have to let you ! You made me want this !"

She attacked her jeans with a mad want to strip raw. I just watched her thrust them down her rosehip, her scanty matching her bra. A dark berth bedcover from her panty'crotch. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jean, leaving them in a messy piling on the floor, half inside-out before she reached behind her.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as she slipped off her bra, revealing the first ever pair of hold up bosom."A brother can touch his sister 's pap whenever he wants."

Prickling.

"Of course !"she moaned."Where else can he match her ?"she asked with such avidness. She shoved down her scanty, a trimmed, light-brown bush adorned with her juices, hiding her treasure.

"Her puss ! Her ass ! Her total body !"I groaned as she stepped out of her panties."It 's all his to plunder !"

She fell to her knee before me. I groaned at the hottest affair I had ever witnessed, her business firm tits jiggling, starve smoldering in her sinister eyes. She attacked the holdfast of my jeans then ripped down the zip. She yanked off my gasp and boxers in one motion. My dick bounced out before her face. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

"It 's cock-a-hoop than I imagined."She licked her lips.

"A babe is never afraid of her brother 's peter. She loves it."

"Yes !"Alison opened her backtalk and swallowed my dick 's tip.

I groaned at the flavor of her hot mouthpiece around my pecker. Her clapper fluttered around the crown as she sucked hard. Her impertinence hollowed as she loved my dick. My balls clenched and tightened. A girl—my sister ! —sucked my dick. Gave me a blowjob.

It was incredible. Her mouth felt so wet and warm about it. The sensations shot through me. My clump boiled in an trice. I wanted to enjoy this, to savor her lips sliding up and down my dick, but I could n't. It felt so good.

And I had n't jacked off today.

"Alison !"I moaned as my cock erupted."baby always swallow !"

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her sass. The joy shot through me. Pulsing transport that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brown hair for reinforcement, clutching a fistful of it as my body swayed. It was incredible. It made masturbation feel so pathetic. Her mouth sucked at my pecker as it spurted, making every blast feel more intense.

More powerful.

Sir Thomas More right.

I should be cumming in mouth and twat, not wasting it on my belly. My sister needed this jizz. She swallowed it with such moaning passionateness, enjoying what she had long fantasized about. Her centre smoldered with her joy.

"shucks,"I grunted as the last spurt fired into her oral fissure. She sucked strong, gathering out the last drops.

Then she popped her mouth off and opened it extensive, making an aaahhing audio. She had no cum in it.

"Good,"I panted."That was good."

"Uh-huh,"she squirmed, stroking her dick."Are you going to breed me now ?"

It was tempting, but I looked down at my sister squirming her hips. She had a wet twat and ... I had watched a lot of porno. There were affair I wanted to try before her pussy became too mussy with my spunk.

"Lie down on my bed so I can eat your snatch !"I said. My thoughts hardly tingled at all.

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her metrical unit. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs spread wide. Through her bush, I could see the tight twat of her pussy part to prove off her pink, wet flesh."Sisters have to let their brothers touch their pussies whenever they want."

"That 's right field,"I groaned, advancing on her, licking my sass."And you want it all the time, do n't you ?"

"All the time,"she panted."Thank you for taking away the guilt. For letting me enjoy this."

I paused, staring down at her."Of course. I love you, Alison."

She shuddered on the bed, her eyes so wide like that was the greatest thing she 'd ever heard in her sprightliness. She spread her legs even wider, practically doing the split. Her breasts jiggled, piled into two firm hillock on her chest.

"Feast on my snatch, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. Breed your Sister ! Brother have to breed their sisters."

"Yes !"I groaned and buried my case into her pussy.

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her tangy flavor. Her narrow facial expression twisted with rapture. Her intact body heaved as my tongue flicked her clit peeking out of its fold. Her wooden leg spasmed. The bed creaked.

"Randy !"she moaned."Oh, Randy, yes, banquet on me !"

I feasted.

I grabbed her thighs, feeling her silky-smooth shape beneath my medallion and fingerbreadth, as I devoured her kitty. Her pubic haircloth caressed my cheeks as I pressed my face tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my clapper through her folds. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her tangy pick pouring out of her and onto my tongue. I dived through her flock and brushed a membrane stretched across her cunt 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My dick throbbed. I had n't gone soft like I normally would after cumming. I groaned, my cock twitching with my pounding heart as I feasted on my sister 's delicious snatch. I licked and lapped, sliding my tongue up and down my folds. I did n't know what I was doing, I just had to savour her everywhere.

And she loved it.

"Randy !"she whimpered over and over."Randy !"

Her face turned redder and redder. Her men squeezed her house tits as she undulated her pelvic arch. She ground her cunt on my sass as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in deep breaths between moaning my public figure while Sir Thomas More and more of her lemonlike juices flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every drop I could, my lingua brushing her button. She shuddered. I flicked her button again. She moaned and squeezed her boob. She liked that. She liked that a lot. So I attacked her bud. I flicked and swirled my tongue about it, I stroked in profligate dress circle around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

succus squirted from her cunt. I jumped back in shock, her pick flooding down my face as my baby thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in incoherent passion as I realized she came. That she 'd ejaculated and coated me in her tangy delight.

I loved it. She looked so beautiful convulsing on my bed, her cream flooding out of her, making a wet spot on the bed spread. I shuddered, my heart pounding as I drank in the sight of her. My dick throbbed and ached.

"Yes, yes, breed me, brother !"she moaned."You have to. crony have to spawn their Sister !"

"They do,"I panted, grabbing my cock.

"And you have to touch my pussy whenever you want,"she added, finger digging so trench into her tit."And I know you want to touch my slit good now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous contact of our build. The join of our consistence. I licked my lip, tasting More of her lemonlike passion. With a growl, I pounced on her. I landed on her consistence, the bed creaking beneath her. Her hands shot down, grasping my dick.

With a naughty smile spreading across her flushed brass, she brought me to her virgin pussy. She pressed me right against her cherry. She rubbed my dick up and down her dripping catch. She was so hot.

"Breed me, brother !"she moaned."I love you so much. I want to have your baby even if I did n't have to be bred by you."

"I love you,"I grunted and stuff my cock.

I popped my sister 's cherry.

I sank into her hot, untouched depth. Her incestuous case sank around my putz. I groaned. We came from the Saame anatomy. From the Sami womb. We had the same DNA inside of us. This was so wrong. So forbidden.

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sis intemperately, letting her taste her cunt as I fucked her puss. My pelvic girdle moved on their own, pumping with a desperate demand. I was in my first daughter. My sister ... I was fucking my sis. This was incredible.

I groaned into the kiss, the pleasure caressing my dick. delectation spilled through me. An ache built and built at the tip, driving me to plow forward. My balls smacked into her taint, growing tighter as my adjacent load of cum built in them.

Jizz that would inseminate my Sister 's egg and strain her.

I fucked her harder. I wanted to take aim my fourth dimension, but I was too horny. This was all to much. My sister was my lady of pleasure. I could relieve oneself the woman I love do anything. And that would sprain her on. She would cum so intemperately for me, doing any kinky affair I wanted.

And I had other sisters.

I broke the kiss,"holy place shit !"I panted."I can get people to do anything."

"Anything !"she moaned, her eyes so wide."You have to multiply that bitch-slut Valarie and the moaner. They 're your sisters, too."

"But you 're my favorite,"I told her.

She beamed at me, her cunt clenching down so hard on my thrusting peter. And that made her puss feel even better. The silky friction burned around my tool. The heat sank through my shaft of light to my balls, bringing my cum finisher to erupting into her rich depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my thorax. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waist, our organic structure intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such naughty things together. We would fuck each other so hard. We would turn Valarie into a whore and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would do it her eighteen-year-old pussy so hard.

Together with my favored sister.

Our tongues wrestled as our bodies pumped together. My dick pistoned in and out of her pussy faster and faster. My balls smacked on her flesh. I held my sis, loving the tone of her. Loving her so much.

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the osculation, so close to cumming. My dick throbbed, ached. I hit that degree where I could n't arrest thrusting, on the verge of erupting. I just needed a few Sir Thomas More separatrix into her hot, smashed sheath and I 'd spill into her.

"Yes, yes, cover me, Randy ! stock your sis !"

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my babe 's pussy with my incestuous semen. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her slit went natural state about my dick. Her flesh spasmed about it, milking my prick, increasing the rapture shooting through me.

Intense ecstasy slammed into my judgement. I groaned, every muscle in my soundbox buzzing in delight. Stars burst across my center, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My hawkshaw quivered inside her pussy as her cunt wrung me dry of every drop.

Euphoria billowed through me as I collapsed on my sister.

"Yes, yes, yes, Randy,"she groaned, trembling beneath me. I made her cum again.

"We 're going to have—"

"Quit that damned racket !"our begetter bellowed from below."The fucking game 's on ! And when are you going to start dinner ? Your little sister 's hungry !"

"Livie,"I groaned."She heard us and ran down to tattletale."

"She needs to learn,"Alison said, stroking my rear."And so does Dad."

A weight relaxed off my shoulder joint. I did n't have to be afraid any longer.

To be continued ...