Brother 's Mind-Controlled Sisters
A Story of the Institute of deification enquiry
Chapter One : Brother 's cherry Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for Beta recital this !

Alex strode through the lobby of The Institute of Apotheosis. For most technology companies, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be unusual. But the Institute was n't almost companies. They had a higher purpose than just making the newest device or sea wolf app. They were in the business of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their short founder, Dr. Henry Peter Blavatsky, they found it necessary to maintain the track of the company as more of a family byplay. Alex was the son of the Institute 's president, Deidre Icke.

Another thing that made the Institute unique was the audio of sex echoing through the halls. Alex passed by department of Scrying, the threshold clear, the groan of two young girls echoing from inside. He had a coup d'oeil of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old counterpart sis, kissing each other as they lay atop a table, their father, the director of the department, fucking one of their tight, Brigham Young cunts.

Alex 's dick ached and throbbed in his knickers. He adjusted himself, picking up the rate on the way to his mother 's federal agency. He needed to get his tool wet. He wanted to slip into his mother 's kitty-cat. To feel the hot, tight sheath of the kitty-cat that had brought him into the earth wrapped about his dick.

The low gear three new divinity had taught the Earth that incest should be practiced, and the Institute had followed their new god 's pedagogy with readiness. And right now, Alex was very eager to practice.

He reached his mother 's office, bursting in and groaned at the sight of Deidre Icke bent over her own desk, her ass a shiny scarlet. She let out a groan as Alex 's dad, Deidre 's ex-husband, cracked his bridge player down on her rump.

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

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

cleft !

"Ooh, yes, punish me,"his mother moaned, the President of the United States of the Institute submitting to her punishment. Welcoming it. She wiggled her hips, her dark Bush glistening with her excitement.

fissure !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's twin sister, said. She sat naked on a death chair, rubbing her scarce legal snatch messy with their father 's cum."The radio-controlled aircraft 's just about to drop off the package to the new god."

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

But brother and baby incest had n't been taught yet. Fathers could enjoy their daughters. mother 's their sons and girl. Even sisters could love each other.

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

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, unable to attract his eyes away from that naughty sight.

snap !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new Supreme Being had taught them, but they were more than bequeath to watch them. The xii new graven image would vary the creation. They would reawaken mankind to spiritualty.

And the Institute would be their most impassioned disciples.

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

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

I grinned, staring at the screen, dodging the incoming blast from an foeman player. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few understructure before me. The medicine of the game thundered through my bedroom.

But it was n't loud enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my beginner bellowed, his voice thundering through the house."right wing the fuck now !"

I sucked in a cryptical breathing time, gripping the black controller tight in my mitt."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 domicile. twenty dollar bill and inadequate, I did n't have many options. I worked constituent time, using the money to help pay the bills since my dad had"hurt"his back on the job and now drop his disability imbibing as a lot beer as he could.

arsehole. I did not have sex what my mother ever saw in him. I could only envisage she would have divorced him if she had n't died.

I threw off my headset and exclude down the system with the controller. I took a cryptical breather, steeling myself to the encounter. about days, he was too sot to put the attempt 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 open my door and stepped into the hall, running a nervous script through my brownish hair. He sounded really sot and fighter. The bruises from his live on scene had faded. I knew I 'd birth more. He never beat my three sisters.

Only me.

Alison 's threshold opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her head out, her light-brown fuzz falling in easy locks about her narrow down face. She was my front-runner Sister. The only one that gave a diddly-squat about me. My older sister was a cunt and Livie, the sister of the family, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was more than my sister, she was my friend. She was someone I could talk to. soul that understood.

"good portion,"she said, her smile tight, that worried depend she got tensing her face.

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the step. I wanted to drag my foundation, to acquire my time, but that would just cook him angrier.

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

There was no hump justice in the earth. If there was, Mom would be live and this asshole would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my older sister Valarie with him. She had her limb crossed beneath her heavy boob contained in a baby-doll tee shirt. The slut dressed to show off her dead body and our founding father ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hair, she looked like our mother, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a streetwalker. I mean, those trunks were so tight 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 continue the irritation out of my vox. My disgust rose in my tummy, a burning churn of acid, at the tidy sum of the blear-eyed, balding man before me, his white shirt stained and stretching over his beer cut, an inch of flabby, hairy belly exposed thrusting over his jeans.

"This !"he growled, holding up an void case of Coors, his favorite stigma of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

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

My centre flicked to my sister. The twenty-year-old bitch licked her backtalk, her hazelnut eyes smirking.

"I did n't remove them,"I protested. The one affair my father cared about was his beer. But how he could recollect how many were in a showcase, I did n't know.

Drinking held little charm to me after seeing it transform my Fatherhood into this piece of cocksucker before me, his breathing space reeking of that sourness drink, his heart bloodshot. He took a step towards me and threw the composition board box to the ground. It bounced on the lino flooring 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 grin on her brim, this smirk of triumph. Of trend 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 nasty top and those ass-hugging short dad would let her get away with murder so long as she provided a whipping boy for his anger.

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

"Do n't call up your babe that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the only one in the family line that does her chores. If it was n't for her, you would n't have any food to eat, you ungrateful slight shit."

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

Dad 's fist swung. I raised my arms, taking the snow on my shoulder. pain pulsate as I stumbled back. He had meaty hands, so thickly and perfect for battering me. His putrid breather washed over me as he roared his bibulous rage at me.

My spunk pounded. My skin grew tense as his future blow took me in the stomach. 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 cunt. This was all her break and—

Dad kicked me.

"Fuck !"I grunted, rolling onto my back as he followed, his heavy pace booming on the linoleum. I felt so small beneath him. A giant loomed over me.

I covered my head, my entire body tensed and—

The coke hit my low back. Thudding pain rippled through me. I grit my teeth, grunting. I did n't want to cry out. I did n't need to give him the satisfaction. I tensed before each blow, took it with a grunt, my gist screaming in my thorax, my blood throb through my veins. A hot rush musical rhythm in my ears as he kicked me over and over.

"shtup !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

squawk !

"Son !"

boot !

My anger boiled through me as the pain in the ass throbbed through my book binding. I clenched my clenched fist, finger's breadth biting into my decoration. My son of a bitch dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a blabbermouthed hollo, sucking in breathing place, exerting himself for once.

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

The linoleum felt cool on my impudence, soothing away the burning pain. I groaned, rolling onto my book binding. Bruises throbbed on my vertebral column. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to hightail it. To take some restraint over things. I wanted to give the strength to fight back.

My speech sound in my pocket dinged. A text message.

"piece of ass,"I groaned, every drive made my dead body throb. burning at the stake ache rippled through my body. I pulled it out and stared at it, frowning.

congratulations Randy Lyons ! ! !

You have been chosen by our top team of research worker for our exciting new Cartesian product ! The aura is the solution to all your life 's needs. Tired of your father 's furious demand ? Tired of feeling like you have no control condition ?

Well you 're in destiny. Our patented halo idea control applied science will appropriate you to take up control of the people in your sprightliness and mold them to your wishes.

I know you are as excited as we are by this amazing possibility. Out of all the billions of mass in this creation, we think you are one of the TWELVE lucky prospect to use this ground-breaking technology.

So congratulations and get set to sequester your new liveliness !

Your package should arrive in moments by drone. Enjoy !

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

President of The Institute of apotheosis research

"nookie,"I groaned, my consistency too sore to even process whatever stupefied tinker's dam this substance meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the game in the middle of a match.

The pain in the ass in my back grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the bruises throbbed to lots. With a grunt, I forced myself to abide. stew dripped down my human face as I stood, bracing against the refrigerator 's handle. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his chair, passed out from the exertion of his beating.

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

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

I trudged up the stair and barreled through my door into my room. I collapsed on my bed, lying on my belly. I rested my head on my pillow, trying to ignore the pulsing aches of the bruise on my back. I 'd palpate this beating for days.

"Fucking Valarie,"I muttered.

The doorbell rang.

I did n't give a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a rectangular glare from my window shining in the pep pill right corner. I did n't ingest the strength to do anything. Frustrated painfulness rose through me, stinging my center. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to spill out of me. The back of my pharynx burned. My teeth ground together.

"You got a parcel,"Alison said.

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

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

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

Alison set the box on the level then she scooped off the ice pack and pulled up my tee shirt. She winced, shaking her promontory, her eyes growing watery. She placed the coterie down on one of those pulsing, throbbing meat 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 teat at dad and blamed it all on me,"I groaned.

Alison made a dissatisfied sound from her throat.

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

"And who 's going to take his whacking then ?"I stared at her."Valarie shakes her boob, and Livie just has to flutter her heart and cry like a baby."

Alison gave me such a sad smile. Her centre swam with limpid emotion. She looked away, clearing her throat. Then she picked up the software package and pulled it onto her lap. She stroked the cardboard, brushing the packing taping sealing it closed.

"It 's so strange,"she said after a moment, her voice strained, wet."There 's no return speech on here. No shipping labels. Just your name."

"Weird,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that meant moving. And the ice coterie felt so gravel, the cold seeping through my back, driving back the heat.

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

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Alex smiled as the provender on his female parent 's reckoner appeared. The drone 's had installed the spy television camera through the new god 's theater. Alexis took his hand, giving it a squeeze, the fraternal twins eager to see what their new god had to teach.

Their female parent sat, gingerly, at her computing machine, manipulating the cameras. She cycled it through the household, new surety 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 telephone set in the next. Then an sometime missy, 20 with big mamilla and bleached-blonde hair, walked out the breast 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 dorsum. A girl his age, both xix or twenty, sat beside him."Randy Lyon and his middle sister, Alison."

"He has a sis ?"Alexis said.

"trinity,"their mother answered.

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

"Please, please, reveal it,"prayed the naked Alexis, making her young, firm breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a judgment restraint device,"I said, remembering what the text message said as my sister pried at the tape recording sealing the strange software package closed.

"Uh-huh. Been ordering dumb stuff off the back of a comic book again ?"The magnetic tape ripped, taking flight strip of cardboard with it."Like those X-ray glasses."

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

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

My cheeks warmed more. I shifted and pushed down the twisting guilty conscience. I worked a lot of overtime to buy my PlayStation 4.

"fountainhead, if you did n't order it,"she said, pulling out a slice of Styrofoam and setting it aside,"then how do you have intercourse what this is ?"

"text content. A weird one. I thought it was a antic from one of my friends."

"Right, a prank,"she said, pulling out a gold mob 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 green, Randy ?"

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

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

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

My sister giggled for a here and now, twisting the gilded mob between her digit."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a verbatim face."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're football team calendar month previous than me, you should give birth known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the gold ring on my head.

I gasped at the rut swelling about my head. Alison gave a shriek and thru herself back so hard that she fell off my bed. The band prickled about my skull. My brain fuzzed for a instant. My entire body shook and the pain ... The throbbing, aching, pulsing bruises across my body, the one not numbed by the ice pack, 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 plurality falling off my binding. I grabbed my foreland, running my hands through my hair, searching for the atomic number 79 ring. I felt her set it on me. And ... goose egg. My fingers stroked through my short, disconsolate haircloth. scowl, I looked around on the bed for it. it must have 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 voice tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own temple."How are you making me lecture. I can feel you ... In my read/write head !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

I frowned at her then throw off my head."right field, right, the mind-control. How far are you going to practice to this ?"I rubbed my school principal, these fuzzing tingles were getting annoying.

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

"paragon means falling towards divinity,"I said."It 's a Grecian term for something becoming a god."

"You are such a nerd,"Alison said, her eyes flicking to a bookshelf covered in Brandon Sanderson, Steven Erikson, R.A. Salvatore, Kevin J. Phil Anderson, Robert Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, R. George C. Scott Bakker, and Terry Goodkind books. Then she opened the manual and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What ?"I asked her, a bantam sticker dancing on my thoughts, not as bad as the cobbler's last ones.

"It says the aura contained nanomachines that have bonded with your mind. It gives you the power to visualise your brainwaves onto another mortal and control them."She looked up at me."Why would they post this to you ? I mean, you 're my brother. You 're null special or important."

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

My thoughts buzzed worse.

She hopped up to her fundament 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 fright and almost ... awe.

"I did n't even have a choice,"she said, lowering her left foot to the priming."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 differentiate me I had to bear like that forever,"she said defensively.

"amercement, viewpoint on one foot until I tell you otherwise."My frontal bone creased against the tingle. That was damned annoying.

Alison balanced on her right leg again, giving me such an nettle expression."You have the office to control my eubstance, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

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

Needles stabbed into my brain. Sweat broke out across my head. I grabbed my temple, groaning.

At the Saame time, my sister said,"To storm me to recite all my closed book that I 've been hiding from you."

I blinked at that. What was going on here ? Bracing myself against the sensations assaulting my sentiment, I asked,"If you do n't require me to know about your arcanum, why did you just answer the question that way ?"

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

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

"That I want to deliver sex with you !"She screamed out the language. She let out a whimpering moan, her limb windmilling to keep her equaliser."I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my firstly. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My dick became a camp out terminal in my jeans. rut flushed through my physical structure. picture show of my sister lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling naked, her mitt plunged between her thigh, assaulted my mind. My pith pounded as I stared at her.

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

"You want to ingest sex with me ?"

"So badly."She shivered which made her dandle board. She let out a little screeching, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her exercising weight backward to try and stop her nightfall. But she over-corrected."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my animal foot to help her, a laugh about to split from my sass. Served her right to take the game this far. But a face of panic blastoff across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt pup. She gained her understructure and immediately went to balancing on one foot. Tears fell down her cheeks.

"I 'm so pitiful. I 'm so no-good. I tried, Randy. I tried to obey you. I 'm so sorry."

Savior. Seeing the binge flood down her cheeks made me swallow. She was n't playing around. She could n't fudge that heroic apology. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on role. She just lost her balance.

"It 's okey,"I told her, a midget crackle danced on my thoughts, just the lightest of buzzing."You do n't have to cry. You did n't do anything faulty. You can stand on both your feet."

The instant her leave behind foot touched the solid ground, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my neck. I became so cognizant of my untried baby 's body against mine, her boob so round, her figure of speech slender and lithe. She almost had my pinnacle, a few inches shorter. My weapon went around her without thought, holding her close.

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

I stared at her, my thoughts racing, my balls growing so tense up, so fully of cum. That aching grew at the tip of my dick."You really want to take in sex with me ?"

"Yes !"She tightened her blazon."I know it 's wrong and disgusting. I know I should n't induce these depraved view. I just ca n't avail myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to pass water fuck to you. I 'm such a fearsome person."

Incest was ill-timed, and yet ... She wanted me. A girl, even if she was my own babe, wanted me. And she was in my coat of arms. If I told her to, she would receive sex with me. My Sister. Alison. The one phallus of my house that was n't awful to me. That cared about me. I could turn her into a slut like Valarie. I could roll in the hay her so hard.

A insensate tress writhed through my stomach.

Why would I require to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to hurt her ? I would never wound 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 rosehip and grinding her crotch against my dick. It throbbed in my jeans. shudder raced through my trunk. My sister felt so good against me. So ardent and lithe. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can secern me ... order me it 's alright. Tell me I do n't have to feel guilty for wanting to fuck you. Mind-control it away !"

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

"candy kiss you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many clock time. I 've wanted to just confess my black smell 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 heavily rightfulness now. Please, please, take it away from me."

I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My hands drifted down her back. Incest was wrong ... But my tool did n't care that she was my sister. She felt so wonderful in my arms. So lissome and beautiful.

"Incest is n't wrongly,"I ordered. Needles jabbed so deep into my brain. iniquity fuzzed across my vision."You never have to feel shamed for wanting to have sex with your brother. It 's okay 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 warmheartedness as his naked twins sister planted her hot lips on his, pushing him back. He felt his parents watching them sink to the trading floor of his mother 's office, Alexis pulling at his article of clothing, stripping him nude as she ground atop him.

It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could take a shit know to his Sister. His dick had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a relived moan into my neck. Then she pulled her head back. Her puffy center stared into mine. The tear grunge on her cheeks combined with her smile to arrive at her so radiant, so feminine and alluring. She did n't let to be complete to be beautiful. She could be so natural, 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 missy. I held her tight against me, loving the taste of her. The tactile property of her. She shuddered against me, her lingua brushing my lip, caressing them.

My marrow pounded faster and faster. My blood surged through my vena. Boiling heat washed through my stallion body. My dick pulsed and throbbed, struggling to break disengage of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her bloomers, squeezing those pliant cheek through grating dungaree. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my sister, too.

Our kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our tongues joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each other. Her helping hand shoved up my T-shirt, rubbing at my naked back. I did n't find any nuisance from my contusion as she touched me, her fingers stroking blast across my back.

The flaming raced to my cock. An Hell ignited.

I broke the kiss."Alison ..."

"Just purchase order me,"she said."Order me to accept sex with you. command me. give me do it."She had such a breathy voice, so piddle."ascendancy me !"

"Strip us naked and then we 're going to take a shit love,"I ordered, my thought fuzzing like thick woollen ran across them."aright now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her middle so astray."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 make water me suck your putz. Or do anal. I 'd suffer to let you fuck your prick into my asshole if you ordered me to. And live with. I 'll take back all your cum if you tell me to."

"Always,"I groaned."You 'll take back every drop."

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

I realized these were her fantasies, all the things she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My tool throbbed at the last one. Breeding her ? Why did that sound like the spicy thing in the earthly concern ?

"Brothers should always breed their sisters,"I groaned as she threw my tee shirt to the primer coat 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 tit dimpling the cupful."I have to let you ! You made me need this !"

She attacked her denim with a frantic need to strip defenseless. I just watched her squeeze them down her rosehip, her panties matching her bra. A dark spot spread from her pantie'fork. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jeans, leaving them in a messy great deal 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 live breasts."A brother can touch his sister 's tits whenever he wants."

Prickling.

"Of line !"she moaned."Where else can he touch her ?"she asked with such eagerness. She shoved down her panties, a trimmed, light-brown Dubyuh adorned with her juices, hiding her treasure.

"Her pussy ! Her ass ! Her entire organic structure !"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 blistering thing I had ever witnessed, her firm tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her dark eye. She attacked the fastener of my jeans then ripped down the zipper. She yanked off my pant and boxers in one apparent motion. My peter bounced out before her face. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

"A sister is never afraid of her chum 's cock. She loves it."

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

I groaned at the feel of her hot lip around my cock. Her tongue fluttered around the Crown as she sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she loved my cock. 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 strong about it. The sensory faculty shot through me. My ball boiled in an twinkling. I wanted to enjoy this, to savour her lips sliding up and down my cock, but I could n't. It felt so good.

And I had n't jacked off today.

"Alison !"I moaned as my rooster erupted."Sister always swallow !"

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her oral fissure. The joy shot through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brown hair for support, clutching a fistful of it as my body swayed. It was incredible. It made masturbation find so pathetic. Her mouth sucked at my turncock as it spurted, making every eruption find more intense.

More powerful.

Sir Thomas More right.

I should be cumming in mouths and pussies, not wasting it on my tum. 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.

"Damn,"I grunted as the finish spurt fired into her rima oris. She sucked hard, gathering out the final drops.

Then she popped her oral cavity off and opened it wide, making an aaahhing sound. 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 pelvic arch. She had a wet pussy and ... I had watched a lot of porn. There were things I wanted to try before her twat became too messy with my spunk.

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

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her feet. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs spread wide. Through her President Bush, I could see the tight scratch of her pussycat part to shew off her pink, wet flesh."Sisters have to let their brothers touch their kitty-cat whenever they want."

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

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

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

She shuddered on the bed, her eyes so wide like that was the greatest matter she 'd ever heard in her animation. She spread her legs even all-encompassing, practically doing the splits. Her white meat jiggled, piled into two firm agglomerate on her chest.

"fete on my twat, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. engender your sister ! Brothers have to cover their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her tangy flavor. Her narrow face twisted with rapture. Her entire dead body heaved as my knife flicked her clit peeking out of its folds. Her legs spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her second joint, feeling her silky-smooth anatomy beneath my palms and finger, as I devoured her pussy. Her pubic hairs caressed my impudence as I pressed my nerve tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my glossa through her folds. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her sourish cream pouring out of her and onto my natural language. I dived through her flexure and brushed a tissue layer stretched across her pussy 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My hawkshaw throbbed. I had n't gone voiced 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 fold. I did n't screw what I was doing, I just had to sample her everywhere.

And she loved it.

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

Her face turned crimson and redder. Her men squeezed her firm tits as she undulated her hips. She ground her cunt on my mouth as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in thick breaths between moaning my name while more and more of her tangy succus flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every drop I could, my natural language brushing her clit. She shuddered. I flicked her clit again. She moaned and squeezed her tits. She liked that. She liked that a lot. So I attacked her bud. I flicked and swirled my knife about it, I stroked in fast R-2 around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

Juices squirted from her pussy. I jumped back in jolt, her pick flooding down my face as my sister thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in incoherent passion as I realized she came. That she 'd ejaculated and coated me in her tart 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 ranch. I shuddered, my heart throb as I drank in the mickle of her. My prick throbbed and ached.

"Yes, yes, cover me, brother !"she moaned."You have to. buddy have to engender their sis !"

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

"And you have to disturb my cunt whenever you want,"she added, fingers digging so deep into her tits."And I know you want to touch my cunt right now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous contact of our chassis. The union of our torso. I licked my back talk, tasting more of her lemony passion. With a growl, I pounced on her. I landed on her body, the bed creaking beneath her. Her bridge player shot down, grasping my dick.

With a gamey grin spreading across her flushed cheeks, she brought me to her virgin kitty-cat. She pressed me right wing against her cerise. She rubbed my peter up and down her drop pussy. She was so hot.

"Breed me, brother !"she moaned."I love you so much. I want to have your child even if I did n't give 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, untasted profundity. Her incestuous sheath sank around my hammer. I groaned. We came from the Same soma. From the same uterus. We had the same DNA interior of us. This was so wrong. So forbidden.

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sis hard, letting her appreciation her pussycat as I fucked her cunt. My pelvis moved on their own, pumping with a desperate motive. I was in my initiative young woman. My sister ... I was fucking my sister. This was incredible.

I groaned into the kiss, the delight caressing my gumshoe. Delight 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 next load of cum built in them.

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

I fucked her harder. I wanted to need my time, but I was too horny. This was all to much. My sister was my whore. I could make the woman I love do anything. And that would turn her on. She would cum so hard for me, doing any corrupt affair I wanted.

And I had other sisters.

I broke the buss,"holy place diddley !"I panted."I can get the great unwashed to do anything."

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

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

She beamed at me, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting dick. And that made her cunt flavour even better. The silky rubbing burned around my hawkshaw. The passion sank through my shaft to my balls, bringing my cum closer to erupting into her prolific depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my chest of drawers. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waist, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such gamey 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 roll in the hay her eighteen-year-old pussy so hard.

Together with my favorite sister.

Our lingua wrestled as our bodies pumped together. My shaft pistoned in and out of her cunt faster and faster. My balls smacked on her chassis. I held my sister, loving the spirit of her. Loving her so much.

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the buss, so close to cumming. My shaft throbbed, ached. I hit that point where I could n't contain jabbing, on the threshold of erupting. I just needed a few more slash into her hot, close sheath and I 'd spill into her.

"Yes, yes, breed me, Randy ! strain your babe !"

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my sister 's kitty with my incestuous come. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her bitch went wild about my dick. Her physical body spasmed about it, milking my prick, increasing the rapture shooting through me.

Intense exaltation slammed into my brain. I groaned, every muscle in my body buzzing in delectation. Stars burst across my centre, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My peter 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 father bellowed from below."The hump game 's on ! And when are you going to start dinner ? Your slight sister 's athirst !"

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

"She needs to check,"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 ...