Brother 's Mind-Controlled Sisters
A narrative of the Institute of Apotheosis research
Chapter One : comrade 's cherry tree surprisal
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

government note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Alex strode through the halls of The Institute of Apotheosis. For near engineering science company, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be strange. But the Institute was n't to the highest degree companies. They had a gamy purpose than just making the newest gimmick or killer app. They were in the business concern of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their deadened founding father, Dr. Patrick Henry Saint Peter Blavatsky, they found it necessary to keep the running of the company as More of a category business. 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 room access assailable, the moans of two immature girls echoing from inside. He had a coup d'oeil of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old twin sisters, kissing each early as they lay atop a table, their founding father, the director of the department, fucking one of their tight, unseasoned cunts.

Alex 's dick ached and throbbed in his knickers. 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 puss. To find the hot, tight sheath of the kitty-cat that had brought him into the humanity wrapped about his prick.

The maiden three new God had taught the earth that incest should be practiced, and the Institute had followed their new deity 's instruction with forwardness. And right now, Alex was very eager to pattern.

He reached his female parent 's situation, bursting in and groaned at the sight of Deidre Icke bent grass over her own desk, her ass a bright ruby. 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 rightfield to punish her. The last god, Michael Horne, had taught the Earth that after learning his own wife had an adulterous affair.

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

cracking !

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

chap !

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

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

But brother and sister incest had n't been taught yet. Fathers could enjoy their daughters. female parent 's their sons and daughter. Even sisters could love each other.

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

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, unable to pull up his heart away from that spicy sight.

whirl !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new gods had taught them, but they were More than willing to play along them. The twelve new idol would alter the world. They would reawaken mankind to otherworldliness.

And the Institute would be their most fervid disciples.

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

"I got it,"my admirer, going by pussyhunter69, said over the phonation chat. He then laughed."Bet the cuck did n't see that coming. school principal shooter and he 's down !"

I grinned, staring at the screen, dodging the incoming attack from an enemy actor. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few human foot before me. The medicine of the secret plan thundered through my bedroom.

But it was n't garish enough.

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

I sucked in a inscrutable breath, gripping the black control tight in my bridge player."bullshit,"I muttered."Guys, I got to go."

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

"Yeah, my dad 's calling."I hated living at plate. 20 and pitiful, I did n't have many options. I worked part time, using the money to facilitate pay the banker's bill since my dad had"hurt"his back on the job and now spent his impairment drinking as lots beer as he could.

Asshole. I did not know what my mother ever saw in him. I could only think 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 abstruse intimation, steeling myself to the showdown. well-nigh days, he was too drunk to put the effort into yelling at me or doing something worse.

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

I threw receptive my door and stepped into the hallway, running a unquiet script through my dark-brown hair. He sounded real drunkard and scrapper. The bruises from his last fit had faded. I knew I 'd make more. He never beat my three Sister.

Only me.

Alison 's room access opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her headway out, her light-brown hair falling in loose lock about her narrow side. She was my favorite baby. The lone one that gave a shite about me. My sure-enough Sister was a cunt and Livie, the child of the kinsperson, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was Thomas More than my Sister, she was my friend. She was somebody I could talk to. person that understood.

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

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the steps. I wanted to hang back my feet, to need my fourth dimension, 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 lanky bod, not as broad-shouldered as him. His long time of working grammatical construction had given him strength that pounding back beer after beer somehow had n't robbed from him.

There was no know judge in the cosmos. If there was, Mom would be alert and this asshole would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my erstwhile sister Valarie with him. She had her arms crossed beneath her large knocker contained in a baby-doll t-shirt. The loose woman dressed to show off her body and our Father of the Church ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hair, she looked like our mother, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a hooker. I mean, those shortstop were so fuddled Valarie had a cameltoe.

fuck 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 annoying out of my vocalism. My disgust rose in my abdomen, a burning churn of Zen, at the sight of the blear, balding man before me, his white-hot shirt stained and stretching over his beer cut, an in of flabby, hairy belly exposed thrusting over his jeans.

"This !"he growled, holding up an vacate case of Coors, his preferent brand of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

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

My middle flicked to my babe. The twenty-year-old bitch licked her lips, her hazel eyes smirking.

"I did n't take them,"I protested. The one matter my forefather cared about was his beer. But how he could think how many were in a shell, I did n't know.

Drinking held slight appeal to me after seeing it metamorphose my founding father into this small-arm of bull before me, his breath reeking of that sour potable, his eyes bloodshot. He took a step towards me and threw the composition board box to the reason. It bounced on the linoleum story and slid into my feet.

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

That fucking gripe. I glared at Valarie and she had this grin on her back talk, this smirk of victory. Of path 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 closely top and those ass-hugging short pants dad would let her get away with slaying so long as she provided a whipping boy for his anger.

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

"Do n't call your sister that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the only one in the folk that does her chores. If it was n't for her, you would n't have any food to eat, you unthankful piddling shit."

"Alison does the shopping,"I growled."Valarie does n't do grass but clip like a cocotte and—"

Dad 's clenched fist swung. I raised my arms, taking the blow on my shoulder. Pain throbbed as I stumbled back. He had meaty hands, so thick and everlasting for battering me. His putrid intimation washed over me as he roared his boozy furore at me.

My kernel pounded. My peel grew tense as his side by side blow took me in the stomach. Air whooshed out of my lungs. I folded in half and fell down to my genu, coughing. I felt Valarie 's eye watching me. That fucking pussy. This was all her fault and—

Dad kicked me.

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

I covered my headspring, my entire eubstance tensed and—

The blow hit my depressed back. Thudding painful sensation rippled through me. I grit my teeth, grunting. I did n't want to cry out. I did n't want to give him the satisfaction. I tensed before each bump, took it with a oink, my heart screaming in my thorax, my blood hammering through my veins. A hot rush beat in my pinna as he kicked me over and over.

"screwing !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

KICK !

"Son !"

KICK !

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

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

The linoleum felt cool on my cheek, soothing away the burning pain in the neck. I groaned, rolling onto my back. bruise throbbed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to break loose. To get hold of some ascendency over thing. I wanted to have the strength to push back.

My phone in my pocket dinged. A text message.

"shtup,"I groaned, every movement made my consistence throb. burn ache rippled through my trunk. I pulled it out and stared at it, frowning.

extolment Randy Lyon ! ! !

You have been chosen by our top squad of researchers for our exciting new product ! The annulus is the response to all your living 's need. Tired of your father 's furious demand ? Tired of feeling like you have no control ?

well you 're in luck. Our patented nimbus mind ascendence technology will provide you to take control of the multitude in your life and mold them to your wishes.

I know you are as agitate as we are by this vex possibility. Out of all the billions of the great unwashed in this world, we think you are one of the 12 favorable candidates to use this ground-breaking technology.

So felicitation and get quick to seize your new biography !

Your package should come in moments by drone. Enjoy !

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

President of The Institute of Apotheosis enquiry

"Fuck,"I groaned, my consistence too sore to even litigate whatever stupid mother fucker this message meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the plot in the heart of a match.

The pain in my binding grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the bruises throbbed to much. With a grunt, I forced myself to stand. stew dripped down my face as I stood, bracing against the refrigerator 's grip. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his chairman, 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 ignore the pulsing aching of the bruise on my spinal column. I 'd feel this lacing for days.

"piece of ass Valarie,"I muttered.

The doorbell rang.

I did n't give a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a rectangular spotlight from my window shining in the upper right hand corner. I did n't get the long suit to do anything. Frustrated nuisance rose through me, stinging my middle. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to spill out of me. The back of my throat burned. My teeth solid ground together.

"You got a bundle,"Alison said.

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

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

dawdler ? The schoolbook substance popped into my mind. But I just did n't wish because I saw what was on the pack : the bright blue ice pack.

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

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

"It makes me so raging 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 titmouse at dad and blamed it all on me,"I groaned.

Alison made a disgruntled phone from her pharynx.

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

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

Alison gave me such a sad smile. Her eyes swam with swimming 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 mag tape sealing it closed.

"It 's so unusual,"she said after a import, her voice strained, closely."There 's no return computer address on here. No cargo ships recording label. Just your name."

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

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

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Alex smiled as the feed on his mother 's computer appeared. The lagger 's had installed the spy cameras through the new god 's house. Alexis took his bridge player, giving it a squeezing, 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 menage, new security measures camera feeds flashing across the screen. A man with a beer gut snored on a lounger appeared in one, the TV playing before him. A eighteen-year-old girl lay on her back, texting on her phone in the adjacent. Then an former girl, XX with big mammilla and bleached-blonde whisker, walked out the front door.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the next sack. She pointed at the god lying on his stomach on his bad, an ice battalion on his spinal column. A girl his age, both nineteen or XX, sat beside him."Randy Lyon and his midriff baby, Alison."

"He has a sister ?"Alexis said.

"3,"their mother answered.

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

"Please, please, give away it,"prayed the au naturel Alexis, making her young, unfaltering breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a mind control device,"I said, remembering what the textual matter content said as my sister pried at the mag tape sealing the strange package closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My sister giggled for a moment, twisting the favourable doughnut between her finger."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a channelise tone."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're XI months sr. than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the favourable ring on my head.

I gasped at the estrus swelling about my capitulum. Alison gave a shriek and thru herself back so hard that she fell off my bed. The ring prickled about my skull. My brainiac fuzzed for a moment. My stallion body shook and the annoyance ... The throbbing, aching, pulsing contusion across my body, the unity not numbed by the ice pack, faded away. The soreness vanished.

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

"What ?"My view prickled.

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

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

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

"I 'm not pranking you,"my sister said, her voice tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own temples."How are you making me talking. I can sense 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 tingles were getting annoying.

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

"saint means falling towards deity,"I said."It 's a Hellenic term for something becoming a god."

"You are such a dweeb,"Alison said, her center flicking to a bookshelf covered in Brandon Sanderson, Steven Erikson, R.A. Salvatore, Kevin J. Philip Anderson, Henry M. Robert Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, R. Scott Bakker, and Terry Goodkind account book. Then she opened the manual of arms and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What ?"I asked her, a midget prickle dancing on my thoughts, not as bad as the last ones.

"It says the halo contained nanomachines that have bonded with your brain. It gives you the baron to design your brainwave onto another person and controller 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 dweeb,"I said, shrugging. What secret plan was she up to ? How far would she take this ? I had to bump out."rack on one foot."

My mentation buzzed worse.

She hopped up to her feet and then put all her weight on her right hand, shifting around as she clutched the manual. She balanced, staring at me, her face a weird mix of emotions, almost fear 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 groundwork,"I pointed out, knowing I had her now.

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

"amercement, point of view 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 annoyed look."You have the ability to manipulate my body, 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 brainpower. Sweat broke out across my head. I grabbed my temple, groaning.

At the like sentence, my sister said,"To force me to tell 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 thoughts, I asked,"If you do n't want me to sleep with about your secrets, why did you just answer the question that way ?"

"Because I want you to lie with,"she said, her human face going beat red, her eyes state of nature. She waved her weaponry, fighting to hold her equipoise."I 'm just too embarrassed to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her middle, but I could n't tell if she wanted me to check or keeping going."Unless you ... make me."

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

"That I want to have got sex with you !"She screamed out the words. She let out a whimpering moan, her blazon windmilling to go along her residual."I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my low. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My pecker became a tent pole in my jeans. Heat flushed through my body. Pictures of my sister lying on her back, her daily round breasts jiggling bare, her hands plunged between her thighs, assaulted my mind. My heart pounded as I stared at her.

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

"You want to own sex with me ?"

"So badly."She shivered which made her seesaw. She let out a lilliputian screech, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her weight backward to try and stop her downslope. 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 right field to take the plot this far. But a look of panic shot across her font. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt puppy. She gained her ft and immediately went to balancing on one foot. snag fell down her cheeks.

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

Jesus. Seeing the binge flood down her cheeks made me withdraw. She was n't playing around. She could n't misrepresent that do-or-die apologia. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on aim. She just lost her balance.

"It 's okay,"I told her, a tiny crackleware danced on my thoughts, just the lightest of buzzing."You do n't get to cry. You did n't do anything wrong. You can put up on both your feet."

The moment her left hand foot touched the dry land, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my neck. I became so cognizant of my untried sis 's body against mine, her breasts so round, her figure slender and lithe. She almost had my height, a few inches shorter. My subdivision 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 thought process racing, my balls growing so tense, so full of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my dick."You really want to sustain sex with me ?"

"Yes !"She tightened her blazon."I know it 's wrong and disgusting. I know I should n't have these depraved cerebration. I just ca n't help myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to make get it on to you. I 'm such a awful person."

Incest was wrong, and yet ... She wanted me. A young lady, even if she was my own babe, wanted me. And she was in my munition. If I told her to, she would cause sex with me. My sister. Alison. The one member of my family that was n't awful to me. That cared about me. I could become her into a slut like Valarie. I could roll in the hay her so hard.

A cold twist writhed through my stomach.

Why would I want to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to pain her ? I would never pain 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 pelvic arch and grinding her privates against my gumshoe. It throbbed in my blue jean. quiver raced through my eubstance. My sister felt so beneficial against me. So warm and slender. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can tell me ... Tell me it 's okay. evidence me I do n't give to sense guilty for wanting to lie with you. Mind-control it away !"

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

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

I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My hands drifted down her spinal column. Incest was amiss ... But my dick did n't wish that she was my sister. She felt so wonderful in my weapon. So sylphlike and beautiful.

"Incest is n't wrong,"I ordered. phonograph needle jabbed so deep into my brain. iniquity fuzzed across my vision."You never have to feel shamefaced for wanting to have sex with your pal. It 's o.k. for brothers and Sister to bang each other."

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

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

It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could make love to his sister. His peter had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a relived moan into my neck opening. Then she pulled her fountainhead back. Her puffy heart stared into mine. The tear stains on her cheeks combined with her smile to make her so refulgent, so feminine and alluring. She did n't make 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 low gear, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my eyes, kissing my first little girl. I held her tight against me, loving the taste of her. The feel of her. She shuddered against me, her lingua brushing my lips, caressing them.

My spirit pounded faster and faster. My blood surged through my vein. Boiling heat energy washed through my entire body. My dick pulsed and throbbed, struggling to go absolve of my denim. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those pliant cheek through jolty dungaree. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my babe, too.

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

The firing raced to my turncock. An the pits ignited.

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

"Just order me,"she said."Order me to take in sex with you. Command me. Make me do it."She had such a breathy voice, so light."Control me !"

"funnies us naked and then we 're going to make water love,"I ordered, my thoughts fuzzing like midst woolen ran across them."right field now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her eye so wide."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 me take in your cock. Or do anal. I 'd induce to let you make out your putz into my SOB if you ordered me to. And swallow. I 'll swallow all your cum if you tell me to."

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

"And I 'll cause to let you cum in my kitty. No protection. You could engender me. I would n't have a option. I 'd ingest to let you just flood my unprotected snatch."

I realized these were her fantasy, all the things she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My shaft throbbed at the last one. Breeding her ? Why did that sound like the hottest thing in the humanity ?

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

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

She attacked her dungaree with a frantic indigence to dismantle nude. I just watched her jostle them down her hips, her panties matching her bra. A dark daub cattle farm from her panties'private parts. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jeans, leaving them in a messy pile on the trading 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 live breasts."A brother can touch his sister 's tits whenever he wants."

Prickling.

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

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

She fell to her stifle before me. I groaned at the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, her house tits jiggling, crave smoldering in her dark eyes. She attacked the fastener of my blue jean then ripped down the zipper. She yanked off my trouser and boxershorts in one movement. My dick bounced out before her face. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

"A sis is never afraid of her blood brother 's cock. She loves it."

"Yes !"Alison opened her rima oris and swallowed my hawkshaw 's tip.

I groaned at the feel of her hot rima oris around my prick. Her knife fluttered around the crown as she sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she loved my dick. My egg clenched and tightened. A girl—my sister ! —sucked my peter. Gave me a blowjob.

It was unbelievable. Her sass felt so wet and warm about it. The aesthesis shot through me. My balls boiled in an New York minute. I wanted to enjoy this, to relish her lips sliding up and down my dick, but I could n't. It felt so good.

And I had n't jacked off today.

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

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her mouthpiece. The pleasure shot through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brownness whisker for accompaniment, clutching a fistful of it as my dead body swayed. It was incredible. It made onanism find so silly. Her oral cavity sucked at my dick as it spurted, making every blast sense more intense.

Sir Thomas More powerful.

Thomas More right.

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

"red cent,"I grunted as the last spurt fired into her mouth. She sucked hard, gathering out the last drops.

Then she popped her mouth off and opened it all-inclusive, making an aaahhing speech sound. She had no cum in it.

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

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

It was tempting, but I looked down at my Sister squirming her hips. She had a wet pussy and ... I had watched a lot of porn. There were thing I wanted to try before her pussy became too messy with my spunk.

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

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her fundament. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs distribute across-the-board. Through her bush, I could see the tight snatch of her pussy section to show off her garden pink, wet flesh."baby have to let their sidekick touch their pussies whenever they want."

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

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

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

She shuddered on the bed, her eyes so wide like that was the sterling thing she 'd ever heard in her life story. She spread her legs even all-inclusive, practically doing the schism. Her bosom jiggled, piled into two firm mounds on her chest.

"spread on my pussy, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. Breed your babe ! chum have to breed their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My natural language slid through her plication, gathering her tangy flavour. Her contract face twisted with rapture. Her full dead body heaved as my lingua flicked her clitoris peeking out of its flexure. 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 palm tree and finger's breadth, as I devoured her pussy. Her pubic hairsbreadth caressed my nerve as I pressed my cheek tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my clapper through her folds. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her tangy pick pouring out of her and onto my knife. I dived through her folds and brushed a membrane stretched across her pussy 's entrance.

Her cherry.

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

And she loved it.

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

Her expression turned blood-red and redder. Her hands squeezed her firm tits as she undulated her articulatio coxae. She ground her cunt on my mouth as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in mystifying intimation between moaning my public figure while more and more of her tangy juices 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 glossa about it, I stroked in truehearted circles around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

Juices 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 incoherent passion as I realized she came. That she 'd ejaculated and coated me in her tangy delight.

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

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

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

"And you have to touch my kitty whenever you want,"she added, fingerbreadth digging so oceanic abyss into her tits."And I know you want to touch my twat mighty now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous liaison of our flesh. The mating of our torso. I licked my lips, tasting More of her tangy heat. With a growl, I pounced on her. I landed on her soundbox, the bed creaking beneath her. Her hands shot down, grasping my dick.

With a naughty smile spreading across her flushed boldness, she brought me to her vestal pussy. She pressed me rightfield against her cerise. She rubbed my dick up and down her dripping puss. She was so hot.

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

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

I popped my sis 's cherry.

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

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sister operose, letting her gustation her pussycat as I fucked her cunt. My hips moved on their own, pumping with a desperate motive. I was in my low gear girl. My sister ... I was fucking my sister. This was incredible.

I groaned into the kiss, the joy caressing my prick. delectation spilled through me. An ache built and built at the tip, driving me to plough 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 breed 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 form the cleaning lady I love do anything. And that would turn her on. She would cum so hard for me, doing any pervert matter I wanted.

And I had other sisters.

I broke the kiss,"sanctum shit !"I panted."I can get hoi polloi to do anything."

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

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

She beamed at me, her snatch clenching down so hard on my thrusting dick. And that made her cunt spirit even better. The silky friction burned around my dick. The heating system sank through my dig to my clump, bringing my cum finisher to erupting into her fat depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my chest. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waistline, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such naughty thing together. We would fuck each early so heavy. We would change by reversal Valarie into a lady of pleasure and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would fuck her eighteen-year-old pussy so hard.

Together with my deary sister.

Our tongues wrestled as our consistency pumped together. My putz pistoned in and out of her cunt faster and faster. My balls smacked on her flesh. I held my sister, loving the look of her. Loving her so much.

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the kiss, so close to cumming. My hawkshaw throbbed, ached. I hit that detail where I could n't intercept thrusting, on the wand of erupting. I just needed a few more chance event into her hot, tight cocktail dress and I 'd shed into her.

"Yes, yes, spawn me, Randy ! strain your Sister !"

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my sister 's snatch with my incestuous ejaculate. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her bitch went barbarian about my dick. Her figure spasmed about it, milking my cock, increasing the rapture shooting through me.

Intense ecstasy slammed into my mind. I groaned, every brawn in my soundbox buzzing in delectation. hotshot burst across my oculus, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous rage. My gumshoe 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 game 's on ! And when are you going to start dinner ? Your little sister 's hungry !"

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

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

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

To be continued ...