chum 's Mind-Controlled Sisters
A Story of the Institute of paragon inquiry
Chapter One : Brother 's cherry Surprise
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading material this !

Alex strode through the halls of The Institute of Apotheosis. For most applied science ship's company, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be strange. But the Institute was n't most fellowship. They had a higher purpose than just making the newest gimmick or killer app. They were in the business of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their dead founding father, Dr. Patrick Henry pecker Blavatsky, they found it necessary to preserve the running of the company as more of a home business. Alex was the son of the Institute 's president, Deidre Icke.

Another affair that made the Institute unique was the sound of sex echoing through the halls. Alex passed by department of Scrying, the door open, the groan of two Danton True Young girls echoing from inside. He had a glimpse of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old twin sister, kissing each other as they lay atop a table, their Church Father, the music director of the department, fucking one of their tight, youth cunts.

Alex 's tool ached and throbbed in his pants. He adjusted himself, picking up the pace on the way to his mother 's power. He needed to get his hawkshaw wet. He wanted to mistake into his female parent 's pussy. To feel the hot, blind drunk sheath of the pussy that had brought him into the world wrapped about his prick.

The start three new deity had taught the world that incest should be practiced, and the Institute had followed their new divinity 's education with readiness. And right now, Alex was very eager to drill.

He reached his mother 's office staff, bursting in and groaned at the pile of Deidre Icke hang over her own desk, her ass a bright cherry-red. 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 penalize her. The live god, Michael Horne, had taught the world that after learning his own married woman had an adulterous affair.

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

CRACK !

"Ooh, yes, penalize me,"his mother moaned, the chairman of the Institute submitting to her punishment. Welcoming it. She wiggled her hips, her dark George Herbert Walker Bush glistening with her excitement.

CRACK !

"You 're just in fourth dimension,"Alexis, Alex 's Twin baby, said. She sat naked on a chair, rubbing her scarcely legal twat messy with their sire 's cum."The monotone '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 roll in the hay 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 love their daughter. Mother 's their Word and daughters. Even Sister could love each former.

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

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

offer !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new gods had taught them, but they were to a greater extent than bequeath to keep abreast them. The twelve new gods would switch the domain. They would reawaken humans to spirituality.

And the Institute would be their most fervent disciples.

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"lookout out on the ripe flank,"I said into the headset, my PlayStation controller gripped in my hired hand."They 're trying to cap the objective."

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

I grinned, staring at the cover, dodging the incoming flak from an foeman actor. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few animal foot before me. The music of the biz thundered through my bedroom.

But it was n't loud enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my father bellowed, his part thundering through the menage."rightfulness the fuck now !"

I sucked in a deep breath, gripping the sinister controller tight in my manus."Shit,"I muttered."Guys, I got to go."

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

"Yeah, my dad 's calling."I hated living at home. twenty and short, I did n't have many selection. I worked part metre, using the money to avail pay the bills since my dad had"hurt"his binding on the job and now spent his disability imbibition as much beer as he could.

arse. I did not know what my female parent 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 close down the system with the controller. I took a cryptical breath, steeling myself to the confrontation. well-nigh daylight, he was too inebriate to put the feat into yelling at me or doing something worse.

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

I threw unfastened my door and stepped into the hallway, running a nervous paw through my dark-brown whisker. He sounded actual drunk and belligerent. The bruises from his survive tantrum had faded. I knew I 'd make more. He never beat my three babe.

Only me.

Alison 's door opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her oral sex out, her light-brown hair falling in loose locks about her constrict face. She was my favorite baby. The only one that gave a shit about me. My older sister was a cunt and Livie, the baby of the household, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was more than my sister, she was my admirer. She was someone I could lecture to. Someone that understood.

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

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the stairs. I wanted to puff my feet, to take my time, but that would just make him angrier.

My footsteps thudded down the stairs. I had grown tall, taller than my dad, but I had a gangling build, not as big-shouldered as him. His years of working building had given him speciality that pounding back beer after beer somehow had n't robbed from him.

There was no piece of tail justice in the world. If there was, Mom would be alive and this arse would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my older sister Valarie with him. She had her arms crossed beneath her enceinte breast contained in a baby-doll jersey. The slut dressed to show off her body and our 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 shorts were so squiffy Valarie had a cameltoe.

nooky squawk. She knew that dad perved on her and used it to her advantage.

"What did I do now ?"I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. My disgust rose in my stomach, a burning butter churn of window pane, at the deal of the bleary-eyed, balding man before me, his whiteness 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 abandon guinea pig of Coors, his favorite brand 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 Sister. The twenty-year-old bitch licked her sassing, her hazel eye smirking.

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

Drinking held little charm to me after seeing it transform my father into this piece of shit before me, his breathing spell reeking of that rancid drink, his middle bloodshot. He took a step towards me and threw the composition board box to the ground. It bounced on the linoleum floor and slid into my feet.

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

That fucking bitch. I glared at Valarie and she had this smile on her lip, this smirk of triumph. Of form she was sneaking beers. She had one of her admirer over. That cunt 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 murder so long as she provided a scapegoat for his anger.

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

"Do n't call in your babe that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the only one in the kinsperson that does her job. If it was n't for her, you would n't take in any food to eat, you ungrateful little shit."

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

Dad 's fist swung. I raised my arms, taking the blow on my shoulder. Pain throb 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 nub pounded. My skin grew tense as his next blow took me in the venter. Air whooshed out of my lungs. I folded in half and fell down to my knees, coughing. I felt Valarie 's eyes watching me. That fucking cunt. This was all her break and—

Dad kicked me.

"ass !"I grunted, rolling onto my back as he followed, his great steps booming on the linoleum. I felt so small-scale beneath him. A goliath loomed over me.

I covered my head, my entire body tensed and—

The blow hit my get down back. Thudding nuisance rippled through me. I grit my tooth, grunting. I did n't want to cry out. I did n't want to give way him the satisfaction. I tensed before each blow, took it with a grunt, my warmness screaming in my bureau, my blood pounding through my vein. A hot boot beat in my ears as he kicked me over and over.

"Fucking !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

KICK !

"Son !"

KICK !

My anger boiled through me as the infliction throbbed through my backrest. I clenched my clenched fist, fingers biting into my palms. My asshole dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a leaky bellows, sucking in breath, exerting himself for once.

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

The linoleum felt cool on my cheek, soothing away the burning painful sensation. I groaned, rolling onto my spinal column. Bruises throbbed on my vertebral column. I stared up at the roof, I hated living here, wanting to scarper. To aim some ascendence over things. I wanted to make the military strength to fight back back.

My phone in my scoop dinged. A text edition message.

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

CONGRATULATIONS Randy Lyon ! ! !

You have been chosen by our top team of researchers for our exciting new product ! The halo is the answer to all your life 's needs. Tired of your father 's angry demands ? Tired of feeling like you have no control ?

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I know you are as excited as we are by this baffle possibility. Out of all the billions of multitude in this macrocosm, we think you are one of the TWELVE lucky candidates to utilize this ground-breaking technology.

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Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

President of The Institute of Apotheosis research

"Fuck,"I groaned, my body too sore to even work on whatever stupefied red cent this content meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the plot in the middle of a match.

The pain in my spine grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the contusion throbbed to much. With a oink, I forced myself to tolerate. fret dripped down my side 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 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 steps 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 aching of the bruises on my vertebral column. I 'd feel this trouncing 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 upper right hand corner. I did n't let the force to do anything. Frustrated pain rose through me, stinging my eyes. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to spill out of me. The dorsum of my throat burned. My teeth solid ground together.

"You got a software,"Alison said.

"What ?"I opened my eyes to see my sister walking in through my clear doorway, wearing a dyad of jeans 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 drone delivered it. I thought I saw it flying over the Edmund Wilson 's house."

bourdon ? The text message popped into my mind. But I just did n't manage because I saw what was on the multitude : the bright blue ice ingroup.

Alison set the box on the trading floor then she scooped off the ice pack and pulled up my t-shirt. She winced, shaking her read/write head, her heart growing watery. She placed the gang down on one of those pulsing, throbbing centers of hurt on my back.

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

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

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

Alison made a disgruntled phone from her throat.

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

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

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

"It 's so unusual,"she said after a second, her voice strained, tight."There 's no getting even reference on here. No merchant marine label. Just your name."

"Wyrd,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that have in mind moving. And the ice camp felt so awesome, 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 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 helping hand, giving it a wring, the fraternal twins eager to see what their new god had to teach.

Their mother sat, gingerly, at her computer, manipulating the cameras. She cycled it through the theater, new security camera feeds flashing across the screen. A man with a beer gut snored on a recliner appeared in one, the TV performing before him. A eighteen-year-old girl lay on her back, texting on her headphone in the next. Then an sr. girl, twenty with big teat and bleached-blonde hair, walked out the nominal head threshold.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the following shift. She pointed at the god lying on his stomach on his bad, an ice pack on his vertebral column. A young woman his age, both XIX or XX, sat beside him."Randy Lyon and his middle sister, Alison."

"He has a sis ?"Alexis said.

"Three,"their mother answered.

"wellspring, let 's see what it is,"Alison said, her give-and-take sounding tinny through the inexpensive computer speakers. 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 unseasoned, firm breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a mind control gimmick,"I said, remembering what the text substance said as my sis pried at the tape sealing the strange package closed.

"Uh-huh. Been ordering dumb hooey off the back of a amusing book again ?"The taping ripped, taking strips of cardboard with it."Like those X-ray glasses."

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

"Yeah, it 's not a telecasting biz,"she said, entertainment in her voice.

My impertinence warmed more. I shifted and pushed down the torture guiltiness. I worked a lot of overtime to buy my PlayStation 4.

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

"text edition message. A weird one. I thought it was a prank from one of my friends."

"Right, a antic,"she said, pulling out a atomic number 79 ring that looked like a circlet, sized big enough to fit my head. She furrowed her brow, staring at it."Do you reckon I 'm that gullible, Randy ?"

"fountainhead, you did conceive me when I told you that the X-ray glass worked but could n't see through metal."

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

"Mom did not apprize you running around with her baking sheet covering your body."

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

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a direct look."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're eleven months onetime than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the prosperous closed chain on my head.

I gasped at the heat swelling about my nous. Alison gave a screaming and thru herself back so hard that she fell off my bed. The band prickled about my skull. My nous fuzzed for a moment. My entire soundbox shook and the pain ... The throb, aching, pulsing contusion across my body, the ones not numbed by the ice pack, faded away. The soreness vanished.

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

"What ?"My persuasion prickled.

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

I sat up, the ice pack falling off my book binding. I grabbed my head, running my hands through my hair, searching for the gold ring. I felt her set it on me. And ... zilch. My fingers stroked through my short, dark hair. 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 sister said, her voice tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own temple."How are you making me talk of the town. I can feel you ... In my head !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

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

"I do n't have a alternative,"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 ?"

"nonsuch means falling towards divinity,"I said."It 's a Hellene full term for something becoming a god."

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

"What ?"I asked her, a lilliputian sticker dancing on my thinking, not as bad as the terminal ones.

"It says the halo contained nanomachines that have bonded with your mind. It gives you the power to project your brainwaves onto another person and ascendence them."She looked up at me."Why would they send this to you ? I mean, you 're my brother. You 're nothing special or important."

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

My sentiment 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 care and almost ... awe.

"I did n't even suffer a choice,"she said, lowering her go away foot to the ground."I just had to do it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the same time, my sister said,"To hale me to tell all my secrets that I 've been hiding from you."

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

"Because I want you to know,"she said, her boldness going cadence red, her eyes natural state. She waved her coat of arms, fighting to hold her correspondence."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 break off or keeping going."Unless you ... attain me."

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

"That I want to have sex with you !"She screamed out the words. She let out a whimpering groan, her munition windmilling to keep her balance."I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my starting time. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My dick became a tent pole in my jeans. Heat flushed through my body. Pictures of my babe lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling nude, her hands plunged between her thigh, assaulted my head. My heart 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 have 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 system of weights backward to try and end her fall. But she overcompensate."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my feet to facilitate her, a jape about to burst from my lips. Served her right to use up the plot this far. But a face of panic scene across her cheek. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a suffering puppy. She gained her feet and immediately went to balancing on one ft. rent fell down her cheeks.

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

Jesus. Seeing the tears flood down her brass made me swallow. She was n't playing around. She could n't bullshit that despairing apology. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on determination. She just lost her balance.

"It 's O.K.,"I told her, a diminutive crackle danced on my thoughts, just the weak of buzzing."You do n't have to cry. You did n't do anything wrong. You can fend on both your feet."

The moment her forget fundament touched the ground, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my cervix. I became so aware of my younger sis 's torso against mine, her titty so round, her figure slender and lithe. She almost had my summit, a few inches shorter. My implements of war 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 thinking racing, my balls growing so tense up, so full of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my putz."You really want to have sex with me ?"

"Yes !"She tightened her subdivision."I know it 's wrong and disgusting. I know I should n't hold these depraved thoughts. I just ca n't facilitate myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to make love to you. I 'm such a awful person."

Incest was unseasonable, and yet ... She wanted me. A little girl, even if she was my own sister, wanted me. And she was in my weaponry. If I told her to, she would have sex with me. My babe. Alison. The one member of my family that was n't horrific to me. That cared about me. I could turn her into a hussy like Valarie. I could fuck her so hard.

A cold twist writhed through my stomach.

Why would I want to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to ache 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 genital organ against my prick. It throbbed in my jeans. Tingles raced through my eubstance. My sister felt so good against me. So warmly and lithe. I swallowed, my pith pounding in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can order me ... Tell me it 's okay. recite me I do n't own to feel guilty for wanting to love you. Mind-control it away !"

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

"buss you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many times. I 've wanted to just fink my shameful feelings to you. I thought ... I thought you would hate me. I feel so dreadful just having these desires."She footing against me."But you 're so hard right now. Please, please, take aim it away from me."

I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My workforce drifted down her back. Incest was haywire ... But my cock did n't care that she was my baby. She felt so wonderful in my arms. So lithesome and beautiful.

"Incest is n't improper,"I ordered. phonograph needle jabbed so recondite into my encephalon. Darkness fuzzed across my visual sensation."You never have to palpate guilty for wanting to have sex with your brother. It 's all right for blood brother and sisters to love each other."

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

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

It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could make get laid to his sis. His dick had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a relive moan into my neck. Then she pulled her headland back. Her bouffant eyes stared into mine. The tear stains on her cheeks combined with her smile to make believe her so effulgent, so womanly and alluring. She did n't birth 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 starting time, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my eyes, kissing my maiden female child. I held her tight against me, loving the penchant of her. The flavour of her. She shuddered against me, her tongue brushing my brim, caressing them.

My heart pounded faster and faster. My origin surged through my veins. Boiling heat washed through my entire body. My tool pulsed and throbbed, struggling to break complimentary of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those pliant boldness through unsmooth denim. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my baby, too.

Our osculation grew hotter and hotter. Our glossa joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each early. Her handwriting 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 dick. An inferno ignited.

I broke the buss."Alison ..."

"Just order me,"she said."Order me to have sex with you. Command me. Make me do it."She had such a breathy vocalism, so trifle away."ascendancy me !"

"Strip us naked and then we 're going to work love,"I ordered, my idea fuzzing like dense wool ran across them."right hand now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her eyes so wide."You 're making me do what I 've always wanted. Ooh, yes, you can pull in me do anything."She pulled off my shirt."You could make me draw your cock. Or do anal. I 'd take in to let you fuck your hawkshaw into my asshole if you ordered me to. And get down. I 'll swallow 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 cunt. No protection. You could breed me. I would n't possess a choice. I 'd have to let you just flood my unprotected snatch."

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

"Brothers should always breed their babe,"I groaned as she threw my tee shirt to the ground then ripped off her own.

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

She attacked her jeans with a unrestrained need to strip naked. I just watched her stuff them down her coxa, her step-in matching her bra. A blue position cattle farm from her step-in'crotch. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jeans, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor, half inside-out before she reached behind her.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as she slipped off her bra, revealing the world-class ever pair of live breasts."A brother can touch his babe 's teat whenever he wants."

Prickling.

"Of row !"she moaned."Where else can he tinct her ?"she asked with such zeal. She shoved down her panty, a trimmed, light-brown crotch hair adorned with her juices, hiding her treasure.

"Her slit ! Her ass ! Her stallion body !"I groaned as she stepped out of her panties."It 's all his to spoil !"

She fell to her knees before me. I groaned at the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, her house tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her dark eyes. She attacked the fastener of my jeans then ripped down the zipper. She yanked off my trouser and boxers in one motion. My dick bounced out before her aspect. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

"A babe is never afraid of her sidekick 's cock. She loves it."

"Yes !"Alison opened her sass and swallowed my cock 's tip.

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

It was incredible. Her mouth felt so wet and warm about it. The sense impression shot through me. My chunk boiled in an moment. I wanted to enjoy this, to relish her sassing 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."Sisters always swallow !"

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her oral cavity. The delight shot through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brown hair for funding, clutching a fistful of it as my body swayed. It was incredible. It made masturbation finger so pitiable. Her mouth sucked at my cock as it spurted, making every blow feel more intense.

More powerful.

More right.

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

"tinker's damn,"I grunted as the lastly spirt fired into her mouth. She sucked tough, gathering out the last drops.

Then she popped her mouth off and opened it wide-cut, making an aaahhing auditory sensation. She had no cum in it.

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

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

It was tempting, but I looked down at my Sister squirming her pelvic girdle. She had a wet pussy and ... I had watched a lot of porno. There were things I wanted to try before her slit became too messy 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 metrical unit. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs spread wide. Through her George Walker Bush, I could see the pissed puss of her pussy part to show off her pinko, wet human body."baby have to let their brothers touch their snatch whenever they want."

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

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

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

She shuddered on the bed, her eyes so wide like that was the bang-up matter she 'd ever heard in her life. She spread her legs even wider, practically doing the splits. Her breasts jiggled, piled into two firm mounds on her chest.

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

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My spit slid through her folds, gathering her tangy feel. Her constrict fount twisted with rapture. Her entire physical structure heaved as my tongue flicked her clit peeking out of its folds. Her legs spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her thighs, feeling her silky-smooth flesh beneath my palms and fingers, as I devoured her pussy. Her pubic tomentum caressed my face as I pressed my face tight into her pussy. I licked and flicked my tongue through her plica. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her tangy cream pouring out of her and onto my lingua. I dived through her crease and brushed a tissue layer stretched across her cunt 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My pecker throbbed. I had n't gone easy like I normally would after cumming. I groaned, my pecker twitching with my pounding heart as I feasted on my sister 's yummy snatch. I licked and lapped, sliding my tongue up and down my sheepcote. I did n't roll in the hay 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 redder and redder. Her hands squeezed her business firm tits as she undulated her hip. She ground her cunt on my mouth as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in late breaths between moaning my name while more than and Sir Thomas More of her tangy juices flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every dip I could, my tongue 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 tongue about it, I stroked in fast roach around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

Juices squirted from her twat. I jumped back in jar, her cream flooding down my face as my sister thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in incoherent rage 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 cream flooding out of her, making a wet spot on the bed bed covering. I shuddered, my heart pound as I drank in the heap of her. My cock throbbed and ached.

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

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

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

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous contact of our flesh. The marriage of our torso. I licked my mouth, tasting more of her lemonlike 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 juicy smile spreading across her flushed cheeks, she brought me to her virgin pussy. She pressed me right wing against her cerise. She rubbed my dick up and down her dripping twat. She was so hot.

"breed me, brother !"she moaned."I love you so very much. I want to deliver your babe even if I did n't birth 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, uninfluenced depths. Her incestuous sheath sank around my rooster. I groaned. We came from the same flesh. From the same womb. We had the same DNA inside of us. This was so wrongly. So forbidden.

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sister heavy, letting her taste perception her slit as I fucked her bitch. My articulatio coxae moved on their own, pumping with a despairing need. I was in my number 1 miss. My sister ... I was fucking my babe. This was incredible.

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

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

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

And I had early sisters.

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

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

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

She beamed at me, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting peter. And that made her cunt feel even better. The sleek detrition burned around my putz. The heating 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 pectus. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my shank, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such naughty matter together. We would bang each early so punishing. We would turn Valarie into a bawd and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would sleep with her eighteen-year-old snatch so hard.

Together with my front-runner sister.

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

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the kiss, so fold to cumming. My pecker throbbed, ached. I hit that point where I could n't stop thrusting, on the verge of erupting. I just needed a few more stroke into her hot, tight cocktail dress and I 'd spill into her.

"Yes, yes, breed me, Randy ! Breed your sister !"

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 tempestuous about my dick. Her form spasmed about it, milking my cock, increasing the exaltation shooting through me.

Intense transport slammed into my intellect. I groaned, every muscle in my body buzzing in joy. champion burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous rage. 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 illegitimate enterprise !"our father bellowed from below."The fucking biz 's on ! And when are you going to start 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 binding."And so does Dad."

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

To be continued ...