Brother 's Mind-Controlled sis
A Story of the Institute of deification research
Chapter One : comrade 's cerise surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for genus Beta recital this !

Alex strode through the antechamber of The Institute of saint. For most engineering science caller, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be unusual. But the Institute was n't most companies. They had a high-pitched purpose than just making the newest device or killer whale app. They were in the business of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the education of their dead founder, Dr. Joseph Henry pecker Blavatsky, they found it necessary to retain the running of the companionship as Thomas More of a family business. Alex was the son of the Institute 's president, Deidre Icke.

Another thing that made the Institute unique was the sound of sex echoing through the halls. Alex passed by Department of Scrying, the door open, the moans of two Pres Young girls echoing from interior. He had a glimpse of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old twin sisters, kissing each other as they lay atop a table, their father, the film director of the department, fucking one of their tight, young cunts.

Alex 's putz ached and throbbed in his pants. He adjusted himself, picking up the stride on the way to his mother 's function. He needed to get his dick wet. He wanted to dislocate into his mother 's pussy. To feel the hot, tight case of the pussy that had brought him into the earthly concern wrapped about his dick.

The start three new immortal had taught the Earth that incest should be practiced, and the Institute had followed their new immortal 's didactics with forwardness. And right now, Alex was very eager to practice.

He reached his mother 's office, bursting in and groaned at the sight of Deidre Icke set over her own desk, her ass a bright cherry-red. She let out a moan as Alex 's dad, Deidre 's ex-husband, cracked his script down on her rump.

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

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

crack !

"Ooh, yes, punish me,"his mother moaned, the prexy of the Institute submitting to her punishment. Welcoming it. She wiggled her hips, her sinister bush glistening with her excitement.

CRACK !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's twin sis, said. She sat naked on a professorship, rubbing her barely legal slit messy with their Father 's cum."The drone 's just about to drop off the package to the new god."

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

But Brother and babe incest had n't been taught yet. Fathers could love their daughters. female parent 's their Logos and daughters. Even sisters could make out each other.

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

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, ineffectual to pluck his eye away from that gamey sight.

CRACK !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new God had taught them, but they were more than willing to follow them. The twelve new idol would change the world. They would reawaken humankind to spirituality.

And the Institute would be their most fervent disciples.

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"Watch out on the compensate flank,"I said into the headset, my PlayStation controller gripped in my paw."They 're trying to cap the objective."

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

I grinned, staring at the projection screen, dodging the incoming attack from an opposition player. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few human foot before me. The euphony of the game thundered through my bedroom.

But it was n't gimcrack enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my father bellowed, his vocalisation thundering through the theatre."Right the piece of ass now !"

I sucked in a deep breathing time, gripping the total darkness restrainer tight in my script."Shit,"I muttered."cat, 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 dollar bill and pitiable, I did n't have many options. I worked portion time, using the money to help pay the bills since my dad had"hurt"his spine on the job and now pass his handicap drinking as much beer as he could.

Asshole. I did not be intimate what my mother ever saw in him. I could only opine she would bear 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 opposition. Most 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 Word half-slurred by the alcohol.

I threw undefended my threshold and stepped into the hall, running a neural manus through my dark-brown hair. He sounded tangible drunk and belligerent. The bruise from his finis fit had faded. I knew I 'd bear more. He never beat my three baby.

Only me.

Alison 's room access opened. My nineteen-year-old babe thrust her brain out, her light-brown fuzz falling in free locks about her narrow human face. She was my darling babe. The entirely one that gave a squat about me. My elder Sister was a slit and Livie, the baby of the mob, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was Sir Thomas More than my sister, she was my ally. She was someone I could talk to. Someone that understood.

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

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the step. I wanted to sweep my feet, to take away my time, but that would just work him angrier.

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

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

I found my dad in the kitchen, my older sister Valarie with him. She had her arms crossed beneath her bombastic breasts contained in a baby-doll t-shirt. The slut dressed to show off her body and our founding father ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde tomentum, she looked like our mother, but I doubt our female parent ever dressed like a street girl. I mean, those shorts were so tight Valarie had a cameltoe.

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

"What did I do now ?"I asked, trying to keep on the innervation out of my voice. My disgust rose in my tummy, a burning churn of acid, at the peck of the bleary-eyed, balding man before me, his white shirt stained and stretching over his beer cut, an inch of flabby, hairy belly exposed thrusting over his jeans.

"This !"he growled, holding up an vacate example of Coors, his favorite firebrand of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

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

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

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

boozing held footling charm to me after seeing it transform my Fatherhood into this objet d'art of diddly-shit before me, his breathing place reeking of that glum crapulence, his center bloodshot. He took a step towards me and threw the cardboard box to the undercoat. It bounced on the linoleum floor and slid into my feet.

"Do n't lie to me. Your sis 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 triumph. Of course of study she was sneaking beers. She had one of her protagonist over. That beef 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 fists balling.

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

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

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

My gist pounded. My skin grew tense as his succeeding blow took me in the stomach. Air whooshed out of my lungs. I folded in half and fell down to my knees, coughing. I felt Valarie 's eyes watching me. That fucking puss. This was all her fault and—

Dad kicked me.

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

I covered my head teacher, my entire physical structure tensed and—

The setback hit my lower back. Thudding nuisance rippled through me. I grit my teeth, grunting. I did n't require to cry out. I did n't want to have him the gratification. I tensed before each blow, took it with a oink, my heart shrieking in my dresser, my blood buffeting through my veins. A hot Rush metre in my ear as he kicked me over and over.

"fucking !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

kick !

"Son !"

squawk !

My anger boiled through me as the pain throbbed through my rear. I clenched my clenched fist, fingers biting into my thenar. My mother fucker dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a tattling bellows, sucking in breath, exerting himself for once.

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

The lino felt cool on my cheek, soothing away the burning pain in the neck. I groaned, rolling onto my back. Bruises throbbed on my spinal column. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to escape. To take aim some control over things. I wanted to induce the strength to fight back.

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

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

praise Randy Lyons ! ! !

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 need ? Tired of feeling like you have no control ?

Well you 're in luck. Our patented Halo mind control technology will allow you to ingest control of the the great unwashed in your life and mold them to your wishes.

I know you are as shake as we are by this awe-inspiring hypothesis. Out of all the billions of masses in this world, we think you are one of the XII lucky candidates to utilize this ground-breaking technology.

So congratulations and get make to seize your new life sentence !

Your package should arrive in moments by drone. Enjoy !

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

President of The Institute of Apotheosis Research

"piece of tail,"I groaned, my body too sore to even process whatever stupefied SOB this subject matter meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the game in the middle of a match.

The infliction in my rachis grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the bruise throbbed to much. With a grunt, I forced myself to bear. Sweat dripped down my side as I stood, bracing against the refrigerator 's handgrip. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his electric chair, passed out from the exertion of his beating.

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

My belly 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 ache of the bruise on my spinal column. I 'd sense this drubbing for days.

"Fucking Valarie,"I muttered.

The buzzer rang.

I did n't fall in a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a rectangular glare from my window shining in the amphetamine right recess. I did n't get the strong point to do anything. Frustrated annoyance rose through me, stinging my eyes. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to splatter out of me. The back of my throat burned. My teeth priming together.

"You got a package,"Alison said.

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

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

Drone ? The schoolbook message popped into my mind. But I just did n't care because I saw what was on the pack : the bright gamy ice pack.

Alison set the box on the flooring then she scooped off the ice battalion and pulled up my T-shirt. She winced, shaking her capitulum, her eyes growing watery. She placed the camp down on one of those pulsing, throbbing nub of hurt on my back.

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

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

Alison made a disgruntled sound from her throat.

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

"And who 's going to take his whacking then ?"I stared at her."Valarie shakes her pap, and Livie just has to flutter her eyes 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 here and now, her voice strained, tight."There 's no return address on here. No shipping labels. Just your name."

"Weird,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that imply moving. And the ice pack felt so amazing, the cold seeping through my back, 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 computer appeared. The drone 's had installed the spy cameras through the new god 's house. Alexis took his hand, giving it a credit crunch, the fraternal Gemini the Twins 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 house, new security camera feeds flashing across the silver screen. A man with a beer gut snored on a recliner appeared in one, the TV playing before him. A eighteen-year-old girl lay on her back, texting on her phone in the next. Then an older girl, twenty with big bosom and bleached-blonde whisker, walked out the front doorway.

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

"He has a sis ?"Alexis said.

"Three,"their mother answered.

"Well, 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, reveal it,"prayed the defenseless Alexis, making her young, firm breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a mind ascendance device,"I said, remembering what the text message said as my sister pried at the taping sealing the unusual package closed.

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

"I was ten,"I said with a flush. Mom was still active 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 cheeks warmed more. I shifted and pushed down the overrefinement guilt. I worked a lot of overtime to buy my PlayStation 4.

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

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

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

"Well, you did believe me when I told you that the X-ray meth 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 revalue you running around with her baking sheets covering your body."

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

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a steer look."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're eleven month one-time than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the aureate tintinnabulation on my head.

I gasped at the heat swelling about my head. Alison gave a screeching and thru herself back so hard that she fell off my bed. The band prickled about my skull. My brain fuzzed for a consequence. My full body shook and the pain ... The throb, aching, pulsing bruise across my dead body, the single not numbed by the ice battalion, faded away. The discomfort vanished.

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

"What ?"My thoughts prickled.

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

I sat up, the ice clique falling off my back. I grabbed my head, running my hands through my tomentum, searching for the gold ring. I felt her set it on me. And ... Nothing. My digit stroked through my inadequate, dark hair. Frown, I looked around on the bed for it. it must have fallen off. It could n't induce melted into me.

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

"I 'm not pranking you,"my sister said, her voice tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own synagogue."How are you making me talk of the town. I can feel you ... In my headspring !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

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

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

"Apotheosis means falling towards divinity,"I said."It 's a Greek terminal figure for something becoming a god."

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

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

"It says the aura contained nanomachines that have bonded with your mind. It gives you the power 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 nothing extra or important."

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

My thoughts buzzed worse.

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

"I did n't even induce a option,"she said, lowering her forget foot to the ground."I just had to do it."

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

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

"fine, outdoor stage 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 vex look."You have the power to control my body, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

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

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

At the Lapplander time, my babe said,"To force me to tell all my arcanum that I 've been hiding from you."

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

"Because I want you to know,"she said, her face going pulsation red, her centre natural state. She waved her weapon, fighting to bind her balance."I 'm just too embarrassed to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her optic, but I could n't recite if she wanted me to cease or keeping going."Unless you ... pull in 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 Word. She let out a whimpering groan, her branch windmilling to keep her balance."I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my first. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My dick became a camp pole in my denim. warmth flushed through my organic structure. word-painting of my sister lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling raw, her bridge player plunged between her thighs, assaulted my mind. My heart pounded as I stared at her.

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

"You want to ingest sex with me ?"

"So badly."She shivered which made her teeter. She let out a petty shrieking, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her free weight backward to try and stop her fall. But she over-corrected."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my feet to help oneself her, a jest about to burst from my brim. Served her rightfulness to take the game this far. But a expression of panic shot across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a distress puppy. She gained her ft and immediately went to balancing on one foot. Tears fell down her cheeks.

"I 'm so deplorable. 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 eat up. She was n't playing around. She could n't bullshit that desperate apologia. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on purpose. She just lost her balance.

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

The consequence her left foot touched the ground, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my neck. I became so aware of my younger sister 's body against mine, her breasts so round, her figure slender and lithe. She almost had my height, a few inches shorter. My weapons system went around her without opinion, holding her close.

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

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

"Yes !"She tightened her branch."I know it 's wrong and disgusting. I know I should n't have these depraved thinking. I just ca n't avail myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to make love to you. I 'm such a wicked person."

Incest was wrong, and yet ... She wanted me. A girl, even if she was my own sister, wanted me. And she was in my weapon system. If I told her to, she would get sex with me. My sister. Alison. The one member of my kinsperson that was n't atrocious to me. That cared about me. I could reverse her into a slut like Valarie. I could have sex her so hard.

A coldness turn writhed through my stomach.

Why would I require to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to pain 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 coxa and grinding her crotch against my shaft. It throbbed in my denim. shudder raced through my soundbox. My sister felt so good against me. So lovesome and svelte. I swallowed, my substance pounding in my chest.

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

"If you did n't find shamefaced, 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 metre. I 've wanted to just fink my shameful notion to you. I thought ... I thought you would hate me. I feel so horrendous just having these desires."She ground against me."But you 're so voiceless right now. Please, please, assume 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 cock did n't care that she was my babe. She felt so marvelous in my arms. So lissom and beautiful.

"Incest is n't legal injury,"I ordered. phonograph needle jabbed so deep into my head. iniquity fuzzed across my vision."You never have to feel guilty for wanting to have sex with your brother. It 's okay for buddy and babe to bonk each other."

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

Joy beat through Alex 's pump as his naked Gemini 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 clothing, stripping him naked as she ground atop him.

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

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Alison let out such a relive moan into my neck. Then she pulled her head back. Her intumescent eye stared into mine. The tear smirch on her face combined with her smile to make her so radiant, so feminine and alluring. She did n't feature to be everlasting to be beautiful. She could be so natural, so raw, and light up my soul.

Then her sassing met mine. Dry, at number one, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my eyes, kissing my first girl. I held her tight against me, loving the taste of her. The smell of her. She shuddered against me, her knife brushing my sass, caressing them.

My middle pounded faster and faster. My pedigree surged through my veins. Boiling heat washed through my total body. My dick pulsed and throbbed, struggling to wear disengage of my jean. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those pliant impudence through rough blue jean. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my babe, too.

Our candy kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our lingua joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each other. Her hands shoved up my t-shirt, rubbing at my naked back. I did n't feel any botheration from my bruise as she touched me, her fingerbreadth stroking fire across my back.

The flaming raced to my pecker. An perdition ignited.

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

"Just order me,"she said."Order me to have sex with you. command me. piddle me do it."She had such a breathy voice, so piddle."control condition me !"

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her heart so wide."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 produce me give suck your cock. Or do anal. I 'd get to let you fuck your dick into my asshole if you ordered me to. And swallow. I 'll swallow all your cum if you tell me to."

"Always,"I groaned."You 'll eat up every drop."

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

I realized these were her phantasy, all the things she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My dick throbbed at the finish one. Breeding her ? Why did that sound like the blistering thing in the populace ?

"Brothers should always breed their sisters,"I groaned as she threw my t-shirt to the reason 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 cups."I have to let you ! You made me need this !"

She attacked her dungaree with a frantic need to strip naked. I just watched her squeeze them down her pelvic girdle, her pantie matching her bra. A dark spot bedcover 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 first ever pair of inhabit white meat."A brother can touch his sister 's bosom whenever he wants."

Prickling.

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

"Her puss ! Her ass ! Her full organic structure !"I groaned as she stepped out of her panties."It 's all his to plunder !"

She fell to her knees before me. I groaned at the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, her house tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her dark oculus. She attacked the fastener of my jean then ripped down the slide fastener. She yanked off my pants and underdrawers in one question. My cock bounced out before her face. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

It was incredible. Her mouth felt so wet and warm about it. The aesthesis shot through me. My bollock boiled in an instant. I wanted to enjoy this, to enjoy her sass 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 rima oris. The pleasure shot through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her dark-brown hair for supporting, clutching a handful of it as my consistency swayed. It was incredible. It made masturbation finger so pathetic. Her back talk sucked at my pecker as it spurted, making every gust find more intense.

More powerful.

More right.

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

"darn,"I grunted as the last spirt fired into her mouth. She sucked strong, gathering out the conclusion drops.

Then she popped her back talk off and opened it broad, making an aaahhing strait. She had no cum in it.

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

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

It was tempting, but I looked down at my baby squirming her hip joint. She had a wet pussy and ... I had watched a lot of pornography. There were things I wanted to try before her cunt became too messy with my spunk.

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

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her feet. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs spread broad. Through her bush, I could see the squiffy cunt of her pussy voice to show off her pink, wet flesh."baby have to let their brothers touch their pussies whenever they want."

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

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

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

She shuddered on the bed, her eye so astray like that was the greatest thing she 'd ever heard in her life. She spread her legs even wider, practically doing the schism. Her breasts jiggled, piled into two house mounds on her chest.

"Feast on my cunt, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. cover your babe ! sidekick have to multiply their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My lingua slid through her folds, gathering her tangy flavor. Her narrow face twisted with transport. Her entire organic structure heaved as my lingua flicked her button peeking out of its faithful. Her legs spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her thighs, feeling her silky-smooth flesh beneath my medallion and fingers, as I devoured her snatch. Her pubic hairs caressed my cheeks as I pressed my boldness tight into her cunt. I licked and flicked my tongue through her folds. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her tangy cream pouring out of her and onto my tongue. I dived through her sheepfold and brushed a tissue layer stretched across her pussy 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My dick throbbed. I had n't gone flaccid like I normally would after cumming. I groaned, my stopcock twitching with my pounding heart as I feasted on my sister 's delicious slit. I licked and lapped, sliding my tongue up and down my folds. I did n't have sex what I was doing, I just had to taste her everywhere.

And she loved it.

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

Her face turned flushed and redder. Her hands squeezed her firm tits as she undulated her hip. She ground her bitch on my rima oris as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in deep breaths between moaning my name while Thomas More and more of her tangy juice flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every cliff I could, my tongue brushing her button. She shuddered. I flicked her clit again. She moaned and squeezed her breast. She liked that. She liked that a lot. So I attacked her bud. I flicked and swirled my tongue about it, I stroked in loyal dress circle around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

Juices squirted from her puss. I jumped back in shock, her cream flooding down my face as my sis thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in incoherent cacoethes 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 ointment flooding out of her, making a wet spot on the bed spreading. I shuddered, my heart pounding as I drank in the sight of her. My peter throbbed and ached.

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

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

"And you have to rival my kitty whenever you want,"she added, fingers digging so deep into her tits."And I know you want to impact my pussy powerful now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous impinging of our material body. The union of our bodies. I licked my rim, tasting more of her sourish passion. With a growling, I pounced on her. I landed on her trunk, the bed creaking beneath her. Her hands shot down, grasping my dick.

With a risque grinning spreading across her purge cheeks, she brought me to her virgin pussy. She pressed me right against her cherry tree. She rubbed my gumshoe up and down her soaking puss. She was so hot.

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

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

I popped my Sister 's cherry.

I sank into her hot, unmoved deepness. Her incestuous sheath sank around my hammer. I groaned. We came from the like pulp. From the same womb. We had the same DNA interior of us. This was so wrong. So forbidden.

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my babe hard, letting her taste her pussy as I fucked her cunt. My hips moved on their own, pumping with a desperate motive. I was in my first girlfriend. My sister ... I was fucking my baby. This was incredible.

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

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

I fucked her harder. I wanted to take my sentence, but I was too horny. This was all to much. My sister was my working girl. I could take a shit the cleaning lady I love do anything. And that would change state her on. She would cum so hard for me, doing any perverted thing I wanted.

And I had former sisters.

I broke the osculation,"Holy shit !"I panted."I can get people to do anything."

"Anything !"she moaned, her eyes so wide."You have to breed that bitch-slut Valarie and the crybaby. 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 prick. And that made her twat feel even better. The silken friction burned around my hawkshaw. The heat sank through my shaft to my musket ball, bringing my cum closer to erupting into her fertile depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my chest of drawers. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waist, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such blue thing together. We would have it away each other so severely. We would turn Valarie into a cocotte and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would have intercourse her eighteen-year-old cunt so hard.

Together with my favorite sister.

Our tongues wrestled as our torso pumped together. My dick pistoned in and out of her pussy faster and faster. My balls smacked on her flesh. I held my babe, loving the feel of her. Loving her so much.

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the kiss, so close to cumming. My dick throbbed, ached. I hit that point where I could n't stop thrust, on the brink of erupting. I just needed a few more strokes into her hot, fast sheath and I 'd slop 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 baby 's pussy with my incestuous germ. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her twat went wild about my cock. Her physical body spasmed about it, milking my putz, increasing the rapture shooting through me.

Intense ecstasy slammed into my mind. I groaned, every muscle in my body buzzing in delight. ace burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous warmth. My dick quivered inside her pussy as her slit wrung me dry of every drop.

euphory billowed through me as I collapsed on my sister.

"Yes, yes, yes, Randy,"she groaned, trembling beneath me. I made her cum again.

"We 're going to have—"

"Quit that damned racket !"our father bellowed from below."The fucking secret plan 's on ! And when are you going to get going dinner ? Your piffling Sister 's hungry !"

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

"She needs to teach,"Alison said, stroking my backbone."And so does Dad."

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

To be continued ...