Brother 's Mind-Controlled Sisters
A report of the Institute of saint inquiry
Chapter One : pal 's cerise surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta Reading this !

Alex strode through the Hall of The Institute of ideal. For well-nigh technology caller, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be strange. But the Institute was n't nigh companies. They had a higher aim than just making the newest device or cause of death app. They were in the business of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their dead father, Dr. Joseph Henry Simon Peter Blavatsky, they found it necessity to hold on the run of the companionship as more of a family business. Alex was the son of the Institute 's President, Deidre Icke.

Another thing that made the Institute unique was the phone of sex echoing through the halls. Alex passed by department of Scrying, the door open, the moan of two Brigham Young girls echoing from inside. He had a glimpse of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old Gemini sister, kissing each other as they lay atop a table, their Father, the film director of the department, fucking one of their tight, young cunts.

Alex 's dick ached and throbbed in his gasp. He adjusted himself, picking up the pace on the way to his mother 's office. He needed to get his putz wet. He wanted to slip into his mother 's pussy. To find the hot, tight case of the pussy that had brought him into the reality wrapped about his hawkshaw.

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

He reached his female parent 's function, bursting in and groaned at the sight of Deidre Icke bent over her own desk, her ass a bright ruby. She let out a groan as Alex 's dad, Deidre 's ex, cracked his hand down on her rump.

As a cheating wife, he had every right to punish her. The last god, Michael Horne, had taught the worldly concern that after learning his own wife had an cheating affair.

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

CRACK !

"Ooh, yes, penalize me,"his mother moaned, the United States President of the Institute submitting to her punishment. Welcoming it. She wiggled her pelvic girdle, her dark crotch hair glistening with her excitement.

CRACK !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's similitude sister, said. She sat naked on a hot seat, rubbing her scarce legal cunt messy with their Father 's cum."The drone 's just about to drop off the software to the new god."

"Who is it ?"Alex asked, staring at his baby 's pussy. He wanted to fuck 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 daughters. mother 's their Word and daughters. Even sisters could hump each other.

"Randy Lyon,"she answered, her finger's breadth digging into her cunt."I hope he has a sister."

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, unable to pull his eyes away from that gamey sight.

whirl !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new gods had taught them, but they were more than will to stick with them. The twelve new gods would change the world. They would reawaken mankind to spiritualty.

And the Institute would be their most fiery disciples.

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"scout out on the right field flank,"I said into the headset, my PlayStation accountant gripped in my hand."They 're trying to cap the objective."

"I got it,"my Quaker, going by pussyhunter69, said over the spokesperson chat. He then laughed."Bet the cuck did n't see that coming. header blastoff and he 's down !"

I grinned, staring at the screenland, dodging the incoming onrush from an opposition participant. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few feet before me. The music of the game thundered through my bedroom.

But it was n't tacky enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my sire bellowed, his voice thundering through the theater."right field the fuck now !"

I sucked in a deep breath, gripping the total darkness controller tight in my deal."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 house. XX and poor, I did n't hold many choice. I worked part metre, using the money to help pay the bills since my dad had"hurt"his back on the job and now spent his disability drunkenness as a lot beer as he could.

Asshole. I did not know what my female parent ever saw in him. I could only imagine she would receive divorced him if she had n't died.

I threw off my headset and shut out down the arrangement with the control. I took a recondite breath, steeling myself to the confrontation. nearly sidereal day, he was too wino to put the effort 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 surface my doorway and stepped into the hallway, running a anxious helping hand through my dark-brown hair. He sounded real rummy and scrapper. The bruises from his hold up conniption had faded. I knew I 'd bear more. He never beat my three babe.

Only me.

Alison 's door opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her head out, her light-brown hair falling in loose lock about her narrow face. She was my best-loved sister. The only one that gave a shit about me. My older sister was a snatch and Livie, the child of the syndicate, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was Sir Thomas More than my Sister, she was my friend. She was individual I could talk to. someone that understood.

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

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the stair. I wanted to drag my feet, to have my metre, but that would just make him angrier.

My footsteps thudded down the stairs. I had grown tall, grandiloquent than my dad, but I had a lanky soma, not as broad-shouldered as him. His years of working grammatical construction had given him forcefulness that pounding back beer after beer somehow had n't robbed from him.

There was no sleep together justice in the world. If there was, Mom would be alive and this arsehole would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my sometime sister Valarie with him. She had her arms crossed beneath her large tit contained in a baby-doll t-shirt. The slut dressed to show off her body and our father ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hair, she looked like our female parent, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a hustler. I mean, those shorts were so crocked 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 keep the aggravation out of my spokesperson. My disgust rose in my stomach, a burning churn of acid, at the sight of the bleary, balding man before me, his 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 case of Coors, his pet trade name of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

"There should have been four Thomas More beers in here, but there ain't."

My eyes flicked to my baby. The twenty-year-old bitch licked her back talk, her hazel optic smirking.

"I did n't take them,"I protested. The one thing my founding father cared about was his beer. But how he could call back how many were in a case, I did n't know.

Drinking held little solicitation to me after seeing it transform my father into this part of jack before me, his breath reeking of that sour drunkenness, his eyes bloodshot. He took a measure towards me and threw the cardboard box to the ground. It bounced on the linoleum floor and slid into my feet.

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

That fucking bitch. I glared at Valarie and she had this smile on her mouth, this smirk of victory. Of course of study she was sneaking beers. She had one of her protagonist over. That bitch thought she could get away with anything.

And she could. In that tight top and those ass-hugging shorts 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 shout your sister that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the only one in the family that does her chores. If it was n't for her, you would n't have any solid food to eat, you ungrateful little shit."

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

Dad 's fist swung. I raised my arms, taking the reversal on my shoulder. Pain throbbed as I stumbled back. He had meaty hands, so thick and perfect for battering me. His putrid breath washed over me as he roared his drunken rage at me.

My heart pounded. My cutis grew tense as his next blow took me in the tum. Air whooshed out of my lungs. I folded in one-half and fell down to my knees, coughing. I felt Valarie 's eyes watching me. That fucking cunt. This was all her fault and—

Dad kicked me.

"screw !"I grunted, rolling onto my back as he followed, his heavy whole tone booming on the lino. I felt so small beneath him. A behemoth loomed over me.

I covered my fountainhead, my entire body tensed and—

The bump 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 need to reach him the satisfaction. I tensed before each blow, took it with a oink, my heart shriek in my bureau, my blood pound through my mineral vein. A hot Rush musical rhythm in my ears as he kicked me over and over.

"screwing !"

kicking !

"Useless !"

KICK !

"Son !"

kicking !

My anger boiled through me as the nuisance throbbed through my dorsum. I clenched my clenched fist, finger's breadth biting into my palms. My asshole dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a leaky bellows, sucking in hint, exerting himself for once.

"Do n't bear upon my beer, fucking trivial diddly-squat,"he grunted and stumbled off.

The linoleum felt cool on my boldness, soothing away the combustion pain. I groaned, rolling onto my rachis. Bruises throbbed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to escape. To conduct some control condition over matter. I wanted to have the strength to fight back.

My telephone in my pocket dinged. A textbook message.

"Fuck,"I groaned, every movement made my physical structure throb. burn ache rippled through my torso. I pulled it out and stared at it, frowning.

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

The pain in my backbone grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the contusion throbbed to very much. With a oink, I forced myself to digest. Sweat dripped down my face as I stood, bracing against the refrigerator 's handle. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his death chair, passed out from the effort of his beating.

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

My stomach twisted, a clammy writhe rippling through me. He 'd just beat me again.

I trudged up the stair and barreled through my door into my elbow room. I collapsed on my bed, lying on my belly. I rested my school principal on my pillow, trying to ignore the pulsing aching of the bruises on my back. I 'd feel this licking for days.

"Fucking Valarie,"I muttered.

The buzzer rang.

I did n't give a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a orthogonal glare from my window shining in the upper berth right hand street corner. I did n't have the effectiveness to do anything. Frustrated infliction rose through me, stinging my eyes. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to spill out of me. The back of my throat burned. My tooth footing together.

"You got a parcel,"Alison said.

"What ?"I opened my eyes to see my sister walking in through my clear door, wearing a pair of denim and a frilly, pink shirt. She closed it behind her with a pushing of her sock-clad foot.

"A package,"she said, holding a brown box in it."I think a drone delivered it. I thought I saw it flying over the James Wilson 's house."

Drone ? The text message popped into my creative thinker. But I just did n't care because I saw what was on the pack : the bright blue ice inner circle.

Alison set the box on the floor then she scooped off the ice pack and pulled up my tee shirt. She winced, shaking her mind, her eyes growing watery. She placed the ingroup down on one of those pulsing, throbbing marrow of injury 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 tits at dad and blamed it all on me,"I groaned.

Alison made a dissatisfied phone from her throat.

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

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

Alison gave me such a sad grin. Her centre swam with melted emotion. She looked away, clearing her throat. Then she picked up the bundle and pulled it onto her lap. She stroked the cardboard, brushing the wadding tape sealing it closed.

"It 's so unusual,"she said after a instant, her articulation strained, crocked."There 's no return address on here. No shipping labels. Just your name."

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

"fountainhead, let 's see what it is,"my sister said.

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Alex smiled as the feed on his female parent 's computer appeared. The drone 's had installed the spy cameras through the new god 's house. Alexis took his bridge player, giving it a squeeze, the fraternal Gemini aegir to see what their new god had to teach.

Their female parent sat, gingerly, at her computer, manipulating the cameras. She cycled it through the star sign, new security measures camera feeds flashing across the screen. A man with a beer gut snored on a recliner appeared in one, the TV playing before him. A eighteen-year-old girl lay on her back, texting on her earphone in the next. Then an Old female child, twenty with big teat and bleached-blonde haircloth, walked out the front door.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the next shift. She pointed at the god lying on his tummy on his bad, an ice pack on his back. A girl his age, both nineteen or twenty, sat beside him."Randy Lyon and his midsection sis, Alison."

"He has a baby ?"Alexis said.

"Three,"their mother answered.

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

"Please, please, bring out it,"prayed the defenseless Alexis, making her Loretta Young, firm breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a judgement ascendancy device,"I said, remembering what the text message said as my sister pried at the tape recording sealing the foreign software program closed.

"Uh-huh. Been ordering mute stuff off the spine of a comical book again ?"The taping ripped, taking flight strip of composition board with it."Like those roentgen ray glasses."

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

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

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

"Well, if you did n't rescript it,"she said, pulling out a spell of Styrofoam and setting it aside,"then how do you know what this is ?"

"schoolbook message. A weird one. I thought it was a trick from one of my friends."

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

"Well, you did believe 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 apprize you running around with her baking sheet covering your body."

My Sister giggled for a present moment, twisting the golden ring between her finger's breadth."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a direct smell."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're eleven month sr. than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the golden ring on my head.

I gasped at the heat swelling about my brain. Alison gave a screaming and thru herself back so hard that she fell off my bed. The set prickled about my skull. My brain fuzzed for a moment. My entire body shook and the pain ... The throb, aching, pulsing bruises across my torso, the ones not numbed by the ice large number, 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 backrest. I grabbed my head, running my bridge player through my haircloth, searching for the Au ring. I felt her set it on me. And ... cipher. My fingers stroked through my short, dark hairsbreadth. Frown, I looked around on the bed for it. it must stimulate fallen off. It could n't get melted into me.

"plosive consonant trying to prank me,"I said, the prickles rippling across my idea."Where did it go ?"

"I 'm not pranking you,"my sister said, her voice tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own temples."How are you making me talking. I can find you ... In my headway !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

I frowned at her then stimulate my head."rightfield, right, the mind-control. How far are you going to commit to this ?"I rubbed my head, these fuzzing tingles were getting annoying.

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

"nonesuch means falling towards deity,"I said."It 's a Greek full term for something becoming a god."

"You are such a nerd,"Alison said, her center flicking to a bookshelf covered in Brandon Sanderson, Steven Erikson, R.A. Salvatore, Kevin J. Anderson, Robert Jordan, R. Sir Walter Scott Bakker, and Terry Goodkind volume. Then she opened the manual and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What ?"I asked her, a tiny pricker dancing on my thought process, not as bad as the last ones.

"It says the anchor ring contained nanomachines that have bonded with your head. It gives you the power to figure your brainwave onto another person and control them."She looked up at me."Why would they send this to you ? I mean, you 're my brother. You 're nix exceptional or important."

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

My thoughts buzzed worse.

She hopped up to her feet and then put all her weight on her right, shifting around as she clutched the manual. She balanced, staring at me, her face a Weird mix of emotions, almost fearfulness and almost ... awe.

"I did n't even stimulate 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.

"wellspring, you did n't severalise me I had to stand like that forever,"she said defensively.

"Fine, viewpoint on one ft 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 tone."You have the top executive to ensure my torso, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

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

acerate leaf stabbed into my brain. perspiration broke out across my headway. I grabbed my tabernacle, groaning.

At the same time, my sister said,"To force me to secern all my mystery that I 've been hiding from you."

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

"Because I want you to know,"she said, her face going beat red, her eyes wild. She waved her arms, fighting to support her balance."I 'm just too embarrassed to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her eye, but I could n't recite if she wanted me to block off or keeping going."Unless you ... make me."

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

"That I want to have sex with you !"She screamed out the password. She let out a whimpering moan, her arms windmilling to observe her counterpoise."I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my maiden. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My dick became a tent pole in my jeans. oestrus flushed through my body. video of my sister lying on her back, her round of golf breasts jiggling defenseless, her handwriting plunged between her thighs, 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 concentrated enough without fighting to keep my balance."

"You want to induce sex with me ?"

"So badly."She shivered which made her teeter. She let out a little screech, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her weight backward to try and block her crepuscule. But she overcompensate."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my feet to help her, a laugh about to abound from my back talk. Served her right to lead the game this far. But a look of terror guessing across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt puppy. She gained her feet and immediately went to balancing on one foot. Tears fell down her cheeks.

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

Jesus Christ. Seeing the weeping flood down her face made me bury. She was n't playing around. She could n't fake that do-or-die excuse. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on intention. She just lost her balance.

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

The moment her left foot touched the background, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my cervix. I became so aware of my younger sister 's physical structure against mine, her tit so round, her flesh slender and lithe. She almost had my superlative, a few inches shorter. My arms went around her without intellection, holding her close.

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

I stared at her, my thoughts racing, my formal growing so tense, so full of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my dick."You really want to have sex with me ?"

"Yes !"She tightened her arms."I know it 's unseasonable and disgusting. I know I should n't give birth these depraved thoughts. I just ca n't help myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to pee-pee love to you. I 'm such a frightful person."

Incest was wrong, and yet ... She wanted me. A girl, even if she was my own sister, wanted me. And she was in my arms. If I told her to, she would have sex with me. My sister. Alison. The one penis of my menage that was n't terrible to me. That cared about me. I could sour her into a slut like Valarie. I could be intimate her so hard.

A dusty wind writhed through my stomach.

Why would I want to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to injure her ? I would never hurt 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 crotch against my dick. It throbbed in my jeans. shiver raced through my soundbox. My sister felt so near against me. So lovesome and lithe. I swallowed, my core hammering in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can tell me ... order me it 's ok. Tell me I do n't suffer to feel guilty for wanting to know you. Mind-control it away !"

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

"candy kiss you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many times. I 've wanted to just squeal my black feelings to you. I thought ... I thought you would hate me. I feel so direful just having these desires."She ground against me."But you 're so firmly right wing now. Please, please, take it away from me."

I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My work force drifted down her back. Incest was wrong ... But my cock did n't worry that she was my Sister. She felt so wonderful in my arms. So lithe and beautiful.

"Incest is n't wrong,"I ordered. acerate leaf jabbed so thick into my nous. Darkness fuzzed across my vision."You never have to experience guilty for wanting to take in sex with your brother. It 's fine for brother and sisters to be intimate each other."

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

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

It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could take in love to his baby. His peter had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a relive moan into my neck. Then she pulled her head back. Her tumescent eyes stared into mine. The tear dirt on her face combined with her smile to puddle her so beaming, so womanly and alluring. She did n't give to be complete to be beautiful. She could be so lifelike, so raw, and light up my soul.

Then her lips met mine. Dry, at first, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my eyes, kissing my first girl. I held her tight against me, loving the penchant of her. The feel of her. She shuddered against me, her tongue brushing my lips, caressing them.

My heart pounded faster and faster. My blood surged through my vein. Boiling heat washed through my intact torso. My tool pulsed and throbbed, struggling to offend free of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those pliant cheeks through rough blue jean. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my baby, too.

Our kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our glossa joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each early. Her hands shoved up my t-shirt, rubbing at my bare back. I did n't feel any pain from my bruises as she touched me, her fingers stroking fire across my back.

The fire raced to my cock. An nether region ignited.

I broke the candy kiss."Alison ..."

"Just order me,"she said."Order me to cause sex with you. overlook me. realise me do it."She had such a breathy vocalism, so wanton."ascendence me !"

"airstrip us naked and then we 're going to piss sexual love,"I ordered, my thought fuzzing like deep wool ran across them."flop now."

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

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

"And I 'll have to let you cum in my pussy. No protection. You could breed me. I would n't have a choice. I 'd have to let you just flood my unprotected snatch."

I realized these were her illusion, all the things she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My dick throbbed at the last one. Breeding her ? Why did that strait like the hottest affair in the world ?

"Brothers should always cover their sis,"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 round breasts constrained in a pale blue bra, her nipples dimpling the loving cup."I have to let you ! You made me desire this !"

She attacked her denim with a phrenetic penury to strip au naturel. I just watched her shove them down her hips, her panty matching her bra. A dour spot facing pages from her panties'crotch. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jeans, leaving them in a messy pile on the flooring, half inside-out before she reached behind her.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as she slipped off her bra, revealing the starting time ever pair of survive breasts."A brother can rival his Sister 's tit whenever he wants."

Prickling.

"Of class !"she moaned."Where else can he touch her ?"she asked with such eagerness. She shoved down her step-in, a trimmed, light-brown George Walker Bush adorned with her juices, hiding her treasure.

"Her pussy ! Her ass ! Her entire soundbox !"I groaned as she stepped out of her panties."It 's all his to plunder !"

She fell to her knees before me. I groaned at the raging affair I had ever witnessed, her house tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her glum eyes. She attacked the fastener of my denim then ripped down the zipper. She yanked off my pants and pugilist in one motion. My dick bounced out before her boldness. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

"It 's large than I imagined."She licked her lips.

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

"Yes !"Alison opened her oral cavity and swallowed my gumshoe 's tip.

I groaned at the feel of her hot mouth around my peter. Her tongue fluttered around the Crown as she sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she loved my dick. My balls clenched and tightened. A girl—my sister ! —sucked my hawkshaw. Gave me a blowjob.

It was incredible. Her oral fissure felt so wet and warm about it. The sensations shot through me. My balls boiled in an blink of an eye. I wanted to bask this, to bask 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 mouth. The pleasure dead reckoning through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brown hair for support, clutching a fistful of it as my torso swayed. It was unbelievable. It made masturbation feel so silly. Her sassing sucked at my cock as it spurted, making every blast finger more intense.

Thomas More powerful.

Sir Thomas More right.

I should be cumming in mouths and pussycat, not wasting it on my stomach. My sister needed this jizz. She swallowed it with such moaning passion, enjoying what she had long fantasized about. Her eyes smoldered with her joy.

"tinker's dam,"I grunted as the last spurt fired into her mouth. She sucked voiceless, gathering out the last drops.

Then she popped her lip off and opened it encompassing, making an aaahhing sound. She had no cum in it.

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

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

It was tempting, but I looked down at my sister squirming her pelvic arch. She had a wet pussy and ... I had watched a lot of erotica. There were things I wanted to try before her kitty became too mussy with my spunk.

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

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her ft. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs spread wide. Through her George Walker Bush, I could see the tight slit of her pussy part to show off her pink, wet frame."Sister have to let their pal touch their pussies whenever they want."

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

"All the prison term,"she panted."Thank you for taking away the guilt feelings. 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 biography. She spread her legs even wider, practically doing the splits. Her breasts jiggled, piled into two business firm pitcher on her chest.

"fiesta on my cunt, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. multiply your sister ! Brothers have to breed their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her tangy savor. Her minute face twisted with transport. Her integral trunk heaved as my natural language flicked her button peeking out of its folds. Her legs spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her second joint, feeling her silky-smooth flesh beneath my ribbon and fingers, as I devoured her kitty. Her pubic pilus caressed my cheeks as I pressed my boldness tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my lingua through her crease. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her tangy cream pouring out of her and onto my natural language. I dived through her crimp and brushed a membrane stretched across her pussy '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 meat as I feasted on my babe 's delicious snatch. I licked and lapped, sliding my tongue up and down my plica. I did n't know what I was doing, I just had to savor her everywhere.

And she loved it.

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

Her face turned ruby-red and redder. Her workforce squeezed her firm tits as she undulated her rosehip. She ground her bitch on my oral fissure as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in recondite breaths between moaning my epithet while more and more of her tangy juice flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every drop cloth I could, my tongue brushing her clit. She shuddered. I flicked her button again. She moaned and squeezed her teat. She liked that. She liked that a lot. So I attacked her bud. I flicked and swirled my spit about it, I stroked in dissipated circles around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

juice squirted from her pussy. I jumped back in shock, her cream flooding down my face as my sister thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in tongue-tied Passion of Christ 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 pick 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 tool throbbed and ached.

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

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

"And you have to relate my pussy whenever you want,"she added, finger digging so bass into her tits."And I know you want to come to my pussy right now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous contact of our material body. The matrimony of our bodies. I licked my lip, tasting more of her tangy passion. With a growl, I pounced on her. I landed on her body, the bed creaking beneath her. Her hands shot down, grasping my dick.

With a naughty grinning spreading across her rosy cheeks, she brought me to her virgin pussy. She pressed me right hand against her cherry. She rubbed my cock up and down her dripping snatch. She was so hot.

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

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

I popped my sister 's cherry.

I sank into her hot, untouched depths. Her incestuous sheath sank around my cock. I groaned. We came from the like flesh. From the same womb. We had the same DNA inside of us. This was so damage. So forbidden.

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my Sister hard, letting her taste her slit as I fucked her cunt. My hips moved on their own, pumping with a heroic demand. I was in my 1st girl. My Sister ... I was fucking my baby. This was incredible.

I groaned into the kiss, the pleasance caressing my pecker. pleasure spilled through me. An ache built and built at the tip, driving me to turn forward. My balls smacked into her contamination, growing tighter as my next warhead of cum built in them.

Jizz that would fertilize my sister 's egg and stock her.

I fucked her harder. I wanted to get hold of my sentence, but I was too horny. This was all to much. My sister was my bawd. I could make the adult female I love do anything. And that would turn her on. She would cum so gruelling for me, doing any perverted thing I wanted.

And I had former sisters.

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

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

"But you 're my front-runner,"I told her.

She beamed at me, her cunt clenching down so hard on my thrusting dick. And that made her slit tactile property even better. The sleek friction burned around my dick. The heat sank through my shaft to my ball, bringing my cum finisher to erupting into her fertile depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my chest. I loved the flavour of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waist, our consistence intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such racy thing together. We would fuck each early so hard. We would turn Valarie into a whore and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would fuck her eighteen-year-old pussy so hard.

Together with my favorite sister.

Our tongues wrestled as our bodies pumped together. My dick pistoned in and out of her snatch faster and faster. My balls smacked on her figure. I held my sister, loving the feel of her. Loving her so much.

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the kiss, so tightlipped to cumming. My gumshoe throbbed, ached. I hit that point in time where I could n't block jabbing, on the verge of erupting. I just needed a few Thomas More cam stroke into her hot, tight sheath and I 'd splatter into her.

"Yes, yes, breed me, Randy ! breed your baby !"

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my babe 's twat with my incestuous seed. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her cunt went savage about my pecker. Her flesh spasmed about it, milking my turncock, increasing the exaltation shooting through me.

Intense ecstasy slammed into my mind. I groaned, every muscle in my body buzzing in joy. Stars burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My gumshoe quivered inside her pussy as her cunt wrung me dry of every drop.

euphory 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 father bellowed from below."The fucking game 's on ! And when are you going to start dinner ? Your fiddling Sister 's hungry !"

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

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

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

To be continued ...