Brother 's Mind-Controlled baby
A narration of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter One : Brother 's cherry tree Surprise
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Alex strode through the halls of The Institute of Apotheosis. For well-nigh technology fellowship, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be unusual. But the Institute was n't nigh fellowship. They had a gamy purpose than just making the novel device or orca app. They were in the business of making gods.

Some might prognosticate them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their drained beginner, Dr. Henry dick Blavatsky, they found it requisite to maintain the running of the company as Sir Thomas More of a house business. 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 Department of Scrying, the threshold assailable, the moan of two young girls echoing from inside. He had a glimpse of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old twin babe, kissing each former as they lay atop a table, their male parent, the music director of the department, fucking one of their tight, vernal 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 dick wet. He wanted to slip into his mother 's pussy. To feel the hot, tight sheath of the pussy that had brought him into the world wrapped about his dick.

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

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

As a cheating wife, he had every right to punish her. The live god, Michael Marilyn Horne, had taught the world that after learning his own wife had an adulterous affair.

Alex groaned at the good deal of his mom 's spanked rump.

CRACK !

"Ooh, yes, punish me,"his mother moaned, the president of the Institute submitting to her penalty. Welcoming it. She wiggled her rosehip, her sinister George Herbert Walker Bush glistening with her excitement.

cleft !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's twin baby, said. She sat naked on a chairman, rubbing her scarce legal cunt messy with their Father of the Church 's cum."The dawdler 's just about to drop off the package to the new god."

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

But buddy and sister incest had n't been taught yet. Fathers could revel their daughters. Mother 's their sons and girl. Even sis could love each early.

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

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

shot !

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

And the Institute would be their most torrid disciples.

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"Watch out on the aright wing,"I said into the headset, my PlayStation controller gripped in my hand."They 're trying to cap the objective."

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

I grinned, staring at the cover, dodging the incoming attack from an enemy participant. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few feet before me. The euphony of the plot thundered through my bedroom.

But it was n't loud enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my father bellowed, his voice thundering through the home."Right the fuck now !"

I sucked in a thick breather, gripping the black controller tight in my 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 options. I worked part time, using the money to help pay the note since my dad had"hurt"his back on the job and now spent his disability drinking as a lot beer as he could.

Asshole. I did not have it away what my mother ever saw in him. I could only imagine she would have divorced him if she had n't died.

I threw off my headset and shut down the system with the controller. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to the encounter. well-nigh daytime, he was too sot to put the effort into yelling at me or doing something worse.

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

I threw spread my threshold and stepped into the hallway, running a nervous hand through my dark-brown hair. He sounded real drunkard and combatant. The contusion from his last fit had faded. I knew I 'd have more. He never beat my three sis.

Only me.

Alison 's door opened. My nineteen-year-old Sister thrust her forefront out, her light-brown tomentum falling in lax locks about her narrow face. She was my favorite sister. The exclusively one that gave a turd about me. My older sister was a cunt and Livie, the baby of the family, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was Thomas More than my sister, she was my friend. She was person I could verbalise to. person that understood.

"good lot,"she said, her smile tight, that worried look she got tensing her face.

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the stairs. I wanted to tangle my metrical foot, to take my clip, but that would just shit him angrier.

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

There was no fucking justice in the world. If there was, Mom would be alive and this whoreson would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my older sister Valarie with him. She had her arms crossed beneath her large titty contained in a baby-doll T-shirt. The jade dressed to show off her body and our Church Father ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hair, she looked like our female parent, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a streetwalker. I mean, those shorts were so tight Valarie had a cameltoe.

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

"What did I do now ?"I asked, trying to restrain the soreness out of my voice. My disgust rose in my stomach, a burning churn of battery-acid, at the spate of the blear-eyed, balding man before me, his clean 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 discharge example of Coors, his dearie firebrand of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

"There should get been four more beers in here, but there ain't."

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

"I did n't necessitate them,"I protested. The one matter my founder cared about was his beer. But how he could remember how many were in a subject, I did n't know.

drink held little appealingness to me after seeing it transform my founder into this piece of shit before me, his breath reeking of that moody drink, his oculus bloodshot. He took a footmark towards me and threw the cardboard box to the solid ground. It bounced on the linoleum floor and slid into my feet.

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

That fucking bitch. I glared at Valarie and she had this smile on her lips, this smirk of victory. Of course 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 blotto top and those ass-hugging shorts 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 just one in the family that does her task. If it was n't for her, you would n't birth any food for thought to eat, you ungrateful piffling shit."

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

Dad 's fist swung. I raised my subdivision, taking the reversal on my berm. anguish throbbed as I stumbled back. He had meaty hands, so thick and perfect for battering me. His putrid intimation washed over me as he roared his boozy fad at me.

My heart pounded. My skin grew tense as his succeeding gust took me in the stomach. Air whooshed out of my lungs. I folded in half and fell down to my human knee, coughing. I felt Valarie 's eyes watching me. That fucking snatch. This was all her shift and—

Dad kicked me.

"Fuck !"I grunted, rolling onto my back as he followed, his dense steps booming on the lino. I felt so minuscule beneath him. A giant loomed over me.

I covered my promontory, my total dead body tensed and—

The blast hit my lower back. Thudding pain rippled through me. I grit my dentition, grunting. I did n't desire to cry out. I did n't require to give him the satisfaction. I tensed before each blow, took it with a oink, my heart screaming in my chest, my line pounding through my veins. A hot rush metre in my ears as he kicked me over and over.

"piece of tail !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

KICK !

"Son !"

rush !

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

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

The linoleum felt cool on my cheek, soothing away the burning pain. I groaned, rolling onto my back. bruise throbbed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to escape. To take some control over things. I wanted to possess the strength to fight back.

My phone in my sack dinged. A text message.

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

CONGRATULATIONS Randy Lyon ! ! !

You have been chosen by our top squad of researchers for our exciting new ware ! The Halo is the result to all your life-time 's penury. Tired of your father 's angry need ? Tired of feeling like you have no control ?

fountainhead you 're in luck. Our patented anchor ring mind ascendency applied science will allow for you to occupy control of the masses in your life and mold them to your wishes.

I know you are as stir as we are by this amazing hypothesis. Out of all the million of people in this reality, we think you are one of the TWELVE lucky prospect to employ this ground-breaking technology.

So congratulation and get ready to take over your new life !

Your package should get in import by drone. Enjoy !

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

chairperson of The Institute of deification inquiry

"piece of tail,"I groaned, my consistence too sore to even treat whatever unintelligent diddly-shit this subject matter meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the game in the midriff of a match.

The pain in my dorsum grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the bruise throbbed to much. With a oink, I forced myself to stomach. Sweat dripped down my fount as I stood, bracing against the refrigerator 's handle. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his chairwoman, passed out from the exertion of his beating.

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

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

I trudged up the stairs 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 push aside the pulsing aches of the bruises on my dorsum. I 'd feel this licking for days.

"nookie Valarie,"I muttered.

The bell rang.

I did n't sacrifice a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a orthogonal glower from my windowpane shining in the speed rightfulness box. I did n't induce the persuasiveness to do anything. Frustrated pain rose through me, stinging my eye. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to spill out of me. The back of my throat burned. My teeth ground together.

"You got a package,"Alison said.

"What ?"I opened my optic to see my babe walking in through my open room access, wearing a pair of jeans and a frilly, pink shirt. She closed it behind her with a push of her sock-clad foot.

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

Drone ? The text substance popped into my nous. But I just did n't like because I saw what was on the pack : the brightly blueish ice gang.

Alison set the box on the base then she scooped off the ice gang and pulled up my t-shirt. She winced, shaking her head, her eyes growing watery. She placed the ingroup down on one of those pulsing, throbbing nub of detriment on my back.

Ice soothed it away. I groaned at the numbing ghost."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 disgruntled auditory sensation from her pharynx.

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

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

Alison gave me such a sad grin. Her middle swam with fluent 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 packing tape sealing it closed.

"It 's so unusual,"she said after a here and now, her part strained, slopped."There 's no restoration savoir-faire on here. No cargo ships labels. Just your name."

"Wyrd,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that meant moving. And the ice pack felt so amazing, the common cold seeping through my spinal column, driving back the heat.

"Well, let 's see what it is,"my sis said.

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Alex smiled as the feed on his mother 's electronic computer appeared. The drone 's had installed the spy tv camera through the new god 's house. Alexis took his hand, giving it a squeeze, the fraternal similitude eager 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 theatre, new security system photographic camera feeds flashing across the blind. A man with a beer gut snored on a recliner appeared in one, the TV playing before him. A eighteen-year-old little girl lay on her back, texting on her telephone set in the next. Then an older girl, twenty dollar bill with big tits and bleached-blonde hair, walked out the front door.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the following switching. She pointed at the god lying on his tummy on his bad, an ice pack on his back. A young woman his age, both xix or twenty, sat beside him."Randy Lyon and his middle sister, Alison."

"He has a sis ?"Alexis said.

"Three,"their female parent answered.

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

"Please, please, reveal it,"prayed the nude Alexis, making her Danton True Young, firm breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a mind restraint gimmick,"I said, remembering what the text edition message said as my babe pried at the tape sealing the foreign package closed.

"Uh-huh. Been ordering dense hooey off the book binding of a risible 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 neutralize money on something like that now."

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

My buttock warmed more. I shifted and pushed down the twisting guilt. I worked a lot of extra time to buy my PlayStation 4.

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

"Text message. A uncanny one. I thought it was a harlequinade from one of my friends."

"Right, a antic,"she said, pulling out a gold ring that looked like a circlet, sized big enough to fit my header. She furrowed her brow, staring at it."Do you think I 'm that gullible, Randy ?"

"fountainhead, you did believe me when I told you that the X-ray picture glasses 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 mo, twisting the favourable ring between her fingers."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a train look."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're xi calendar month older than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the fortunate ring on my head.

I gasped at the heat swelling about my head. Alison gave a shriek and thru herself back so operose that she fell off my bed. The band prickled about my skull. My brainpower fuzzed for a moment. My full body shook and the pain sensation ... The throb, aching, pulsing bruise across my body, the unity not numbed by the ice coterie, faded away. The irritation vanished.

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

"What ?"My thought prickled.

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

I sat up, the ice multitude falling off my back. I grabbed my promontory, running my hands through my hair, searching for the gold ring. I felt her set it on me. And ... Nothing. My finger stroked through my short, dark fuzz. frown, I looked around on the bed for it. it must give fallen off. It could n't possess melted into me.

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

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

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

I frowned at her then excite my headland."right, right, the mind-control. How far are you going to commit to this ?"I rubbed my question, these fuzzing prickling were getting annoying.

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

"paragon means falling towards god,"I said."It 's a Greek 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. Philip Anderson, Henry M. Robert Jordan River, R. Robert Falcon Scott Bakker, and Terry Goodkind Holy Writ. Then she opened the manual and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What ?"I asked her, a tiny thorn dancing on my mentation, not as bad as the last ones.

"It says the ring contained nanomachines that have bonded with your idea. It gives you the big businessman to project your brainwaves 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 zero extra or important."

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

My thoughts buzzed worse.

She hopped up to her pes and then put all her weighting on her right field, shifting around as she clutched the manual. She balanced, staring at me, her face a weird mix of emotions, almost concern and almost ... awe.

"I did n't even stimulate a alternative,"she said, lowering her depart foot to the priming coat."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 me I had to stand like that forever,"she said defensively.

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

Alison balanced on her powerful leg again, giving me such an annoyed look."You have the mightiness to hold in my eubstance, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

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

needle stabbed into my Einstein. perspiration broke out across my headland. I grabbed my temple, groaning.

At the like time, my sister said,"To pull 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 idea, I asked,"If you do n't desire me to know about your arcanum, why did you just resolve the question that way ?"

"Because I want you to know,"she said, her cheek going beat red, her eye wilderness. She waved her arms, fighting to hold her Libra the Balance."I 'm just too blockade to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her eyes, but I could n't state if she wanted me to lay off or keeping going."Unless you ... ready me."

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

"That I want to have sex with you !"She screamed out the give-and-take. She let out a whimpering groan, her arms windmilling to sustain her remainder."I masturbate thinking about you all the fourth dimension. I want you to be my first. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My dick became a tent pole in my blue jean. Heat flushed through my organic structure. movie of my sister lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling nude, her hands plunged between her thigh, assaulted my mind. My warmness pounded as I stared at her.

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

"You want to have sex with me ?"

"So badly."She shivered which made her seesaw. She let out a little screech, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her weight backward to try and block up her fall. But she over-correct."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my feet to help her, a laugh about to burst from my lips. Served her rightfield to take the game this far. But a feel of affright snapshot across her grimace. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a distress pup. She gained her animal foot and immediately went to balancing on one foot. crying fell down her cheeks.

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

Jesus. Seeing the tears flood down her cheeks made me live with. She was n't playing around. She could n't cook that desperate apologia. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on role. She just lost her balance.

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

The minute her left foot touched the ground, she threw herself at me. Her sleeve went around my cervix. I became so aware of my younger sis 's body against mine, her breast so round, her name slender and lithe. She almost had my elevation, a few column inch shorter. My arms went around her without thought, holding her close.

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

I stared at her, my thoughts racing, my orb growing so strain, 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 blazonry."I know it 's untimely and disgusting. I know I should n't have these depraved thoughts. I just ca n't assist myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to make do it to you. I 'm such a terrible person."

Incest was haywire, 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 accept sex with me. My babe. Alison. The one penis of my menage that was n't painful to me. That cared about me. I could sprain her into a fornicatress like Valarie. I could fuck her so hard.

A cold twist writhed through my stomach.

Why would I need to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to bruise 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 prick. It throbbed in my denim. Tingles raced through my torso. My sister felt so beneficial against me. So strong and slender. I swallowed, my pith pounding in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can tell me ... Tell me it 's all right. Tell me I do n't stimulate to sense hangdog for wanting to love you. Mind-control it away !"

"If you did n't experience hangdog, if you did n't think incest was ill-timed, what would you do ?"I asked.

"buss you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many times. I 've wanted to just confess my opprobrious opinion to you. I thought ... I thought you would hate me. I feel so frightening just having these desires."She undercoat against me."But you 're so hard rightfulness now. Please, please, take it away from me."

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

"Incest is n't wrong,"I ordered. Needles jabbed so bass into my nous. Darkness fuzzed across my vision."You never have to feel guilty for wanting to consume sex with your buddy. It 's okay for brothers and sisters to have it away each other."

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

Joy beat through Alex 's heart as his naked twins sister planted her hot sass on his, pushing him back. He felt his parents watching them sink to the storey 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 throw do it 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 word back. Her puffy eyes stared into mine. The shoot down grime on her boldness combined with her smile to make her so refulgent, 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, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my eyes, kissing my first girlfriend. I held her tight against me, loving the gustation of her. The tone of her. She shuddered against me, her tongue brushing my brim, caressing them.

My heart pounded faster and faster. My blood surged through my veins. Boiling heat washed through my stallion body. My dick pulsed and throbbed, struggling to break exempt of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those bendable nerve through unsmooth denim. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my sister, too.

Our kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our tongues joined the fun, brushing each former, teaching each other. Her workforce 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 attack across my back.

The flak raced to my cock. An hellhole ignited.

I broke the buss."Alison ..."

"Just order me,"she said."Order me to accept sex with you. control me. Make me do it."She had such a breathy vocalism, so wanton."Control me !"

"Strip us naked and then we 're going to take a leak love,"I ordered, my idea fuzzing like thick wool ran across them."Right now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her eyes so across-the-board."You 're making me do what I 've always wanted. Ooh, yes, you can constitute me do anything."She pulled off my shirt."You could micturate me sop up your cock. Or do anal. I 'd make to let you fuck your dick into my asshole if you ordered me to. And bury. I 'll bury 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 engender me. I would n't have a option. I 'd throw to let you just oversupply my unprotected snatch."

I realized these were her fantasies, all the matter she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My shaft throbbed at the finale one. Breeding her ? Why did that sound like the hottest affair in the world ?

"chum should always breed their babe,"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 breast constrained in a pale blue bra, her nipples dimpling the cupful."I have to let you ! You made me desire this !"

She attacked her denim with a frantic want to strip defenseless. I just watched her shove them down her hips, her panty matching her bra. A dark spot spread from her panties'genital organ. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jeans, leaving them in a messy mound on the floor, one-half inside-out before she reached behind her.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as she slipped off her bra, revealing the first ever pair of survive knocker."A buddy can meet his sister 's titmouse whenever he wants."

Prickling.

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

"Her slit ! Her ass ! Her entire body !"I groaned as she stepped out of her scanty."It 's all his to rifle !"

She fell to her knees before me. I groaned at the red-hot thing I had ever witnessed, her firm tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her dreary eyes. She attacked the fastener of my dungaree then ripped down the zip fastener. She yanked off my pants and bagger in one motion. My shaft bounced out before her face. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

I groaned at the tone of her hot mouth around my pecker. 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 prick. have me a blowjob.

It was incredible. Her mouth felt so wet and warm about it. The superstar shot through me. My balls boiled in an instant. 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 peter erupted."Sisters always swallow !"

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her sass. The pleasure shot through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brown hair for bread and butter, clutching a fistful of it as my body swayed. It was incredible. It made onanism find so silly. Her mouth sucked at my cock as it spurted, making every flack feel more intense.

More powerful.

Sir Thomas More right.

I should be cumming in oral cavity and pussy, not wasting it on my tummy. My sis needed this jizz. She swallowed it with such moaning warmth, enjoying what she had long fantasized about. Her eyes smoldered with her joy.

"Damn,"I grunted as the last spurt fired into her lip. She sucked difficult, gathering out the last drops.

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

"goodness,"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 girdle. She had a wet twat and ... I had watched a lot of porn. There were things I wanted to try before her pussy became too messy with my spunk.

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

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her foot. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs overspread wide. Through her bush, I could see the tight slit of her pussy character to show off her pink, wet flesh."baby have to let their sidekick touch their pussies whenever they want."

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

"All the time,"she panted."Thank you for taking away the guilty conscience. For letting me revel this."

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

She shuddered on the bed, her optic so blanket like that was the greatest affair she 'd ever heard in her spirit. She spread her legs even all-encompassing, practically doing the tear. Her knocker jiggled, piled into two firm pitcher's mound on her chest.

"Feast on my cunt, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. spawn your baby ! buddy have to cover their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her sourish relish. Her narrow face twisted with rapture. Her entire body heaved as my natural language flicked her clit peeking out of its bend. Her ramification spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her second joint, feeling her silky-smooth bod beneath my medallion and digit, as I devoured her twat. Her pubic hairs caressed my cheeks as I pressed my face tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my tongue through her folds. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her lemonlike cream pouring out of her and onto my tongue. I dived through her crimp and brushed a membrane stretched across her kitty-cat 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My shaft 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 pleasant-tasting snatch. I licked and lapped, sliding my natural language up and down my folds. I did n't know what I was doing, I just had to taste her everywhere.

And she loved it.

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

Her case turned redder and redder. Her mitt squeezed her firm tits as she undulated her pelvic girdle. She ground her cunt on my mouthpiece as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in rich intimation between moaning my name while more and more of her tangy juices flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every drop I could, my tongue brushing her clit. She shuddered. I flicked her button 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 tongue about it, I stroked in degraded circles around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

succus squirted from her pussy. I jumped back in shock, her cream flooding down my brass as my Sister thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in tongue-tied passion as I realized she came. That she 'd ejaculated and coated me in her lemony 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 nitty-gritty pounding as I drank in the pile of her. My dick throbbed and ached.

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

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

"And you have to touch my pussy whenever you want,"she added, fingers digging so deeply into her tits."And I know you want to touch on my pussy right now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous link of our human body. The union of our consistence. I licked my mouth, tasting to a greater extent of her lemonlike Passion of Christ. With a growling, I pounced on her. I landed on her body, the bed creaking beneath her. Her hands shot down, grasping my dick.

With a risque smile spreading across her rosy nerve, she brought me to her virgin pussy. She pressed me right against her cherry. She rubbed my dick up and down her drip catch. She was so hot.

"stock 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 poke my cock.

I popped my babe 's cherry.

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

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sister firmly, letting her taste her pussy as I fucked her slit. My hips moved on their own, pumping with a desperate need. I was in my first gear girl. My sister ... I was fucking my Sister. This was incredible.

I groaned into the kiss, the delight caressing my dick. joy spilled through me. An aching built and built at the tip, driving me to cover forward. My balls smacked into her contamination, growing tighter as my next lading of cum built in them.

Jizz that would fertilise my Sister 's egg and breed her.

I fucked her harder. I wanted to take my metre, but I was too randy. This was all to much. My sister was my whore. I could fix the woman I love do anything. And that would work her on. She would cum so hard for me, doing any perverted matter 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 heart so wide."You have to breed that bitch-slut Valarie and the chicken. They 're your babe, too."

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

She beamed at me, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting dick. And that made her cunt feel even better. The silky clash burned around my cock. The heat sank through my slam to my balls, bringing my cum finisher to erupting into her productive depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my chest. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waist, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such naughty matter together. We would sleep with each other so hard. We would turn Valarie into a bawd and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would fuck her eighteen-year-old slit so hard.

Together with my favorite sister.

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

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the kiss, so close to cumming. My tool throbbed, ached. I hit that point where I could n't lay off poking, on the verge of erupting. I just needed a few more strokes into her hot, tight sheath and I 'd spill into her.

"Yes, yes, spawn me, Randy ! Breed your sis !"

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my sister 's pussy with my incestuous seed. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her cunt went wild about my cock. Her flesh spasmed about it, milking my cock, increasing the rapture shooting through me.

Intense XTC slammed into my thinker. I groaned, every muscle in my body buzzing in delight. Stars burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My dick 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 fucking plot 's on ! And when are you going to take up dinner ? Your little sister 's thirsty !"

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

To be continued ...