blood brother 's Mind-Controlled Sisters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis research
Chapter One : chum 's cherry tree Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta indication this !

Alex strode through the halls of The Institute of apotheosis. For nigh technology companies, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be unusual. But the Institute was n't about companionship. They had a mellow function than just making the raw device or killer app. They were in the line of work of making gods.

Some might cry them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their bushed founding father, Dr. Henry prick Blavatsky, they found it requirement to keep the running of the company as more of a family business. Alex was the son of the Institute 's chairperson, Deidre Icke.

Another thing that made the Institute unique was the sound of sex echoing through the mansion. Alex passed by section of Scrying, the door open, the moans of two 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 board, their father, the director of the section, fucking one of their tight, young cunts.

Alex 's dick ached and throbbed in his pants. He adjusted himself, picking up the tempo on the way to his mother 's office. He needed to get his gumshoe wet. He wanted to slip into his female parent 's pussy. To experience the hot, mingy sheath of the pussy that had brought him into the human race wrapped about his dick.

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

He reached his female parent 's authority, bursting in and groaned at the sight of Deidre Icke bent over her own desk, her ass a hopeful cherry-red. She let out a moan as Alex 's dad, Deidre 's ex-husband, cracked his hand down on her rump.

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

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

quip !

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

crack !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's twin baby, said. She sat naked on a chair, rubbing her just legal cunt messy with their father 's cum."The radio-controlled aircraft 's just about to cut down off the parcel to the new god."

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

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

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

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, ineffective to displume his eyes away from that naughty sight.

CRACK !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new immortal had taught them, but they were to a greater extent than willing to follow them. The 12 new graven image would change the world. They would reawaken mankind to spirituality.

And the Institute would be their most fervent disciples.

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"picket out on the properly flank,"I said into the headset, my PlayStation restrainer gripped in my hand."They 're trying to cap the objective."

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

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

But it was n't loud enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my Father of the Church bellowed, his vocalism thundering through the house."Right the fuck now !"

I sucked in a trench breath, gripping the smutty controller tight in my helping hand."prick,"I muttered."guy cable, 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 poor, I did n't have many alternative. I worked part metre, using the money to assist pay the bills since my dad had"hurt"his back on the job and now expend his disability drink as lots beer as he could.

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

I threw off my headset and shut down the arrangement with the accountant. I took a deep breathing time, steeling myself to the confrontation. near days, he was too sot to put the cause 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 capable my door and stepped into the hallway, running a uneasy hand through my chocolate-brown fuzz. He sounded real drunk and belligerent. The bruises from his lowest tantrum had faded. I knew I 'd have more. He never beat my three sisters.

Only me.

Alison 's room access opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her head out, her light-brown haircloth falling in let loose locks about her contract grimace. She was my preferent sister. The merely one that gave a horseshit about me. My aged Sister was a cunt and Livie, the sister of the family line, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was more than my sister, she was my friend. She was soul I could talk to. mortal that understood.

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

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the stairs. I wanted to drag my feet, to get hold of my fourth dimension, but that would just make him angrier.

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

There was no get it on Department of 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 large breast contained in a baby-doll t-shirt. The slut dressed to designate off her body and our father ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde haircloth, she looked like our mother, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a streetwalker. I mean, those shorts were so taut 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 the irritation out of my phonation. My disgust rose in my stomach, a burning butter churn of acid, at the sight of the bleary-eyed, balding man before me, his Edward D. 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 discharge case of Coors, his deary brand of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

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

My eyes flicked to my baby. The twenty-year-old bitch licked her lips, her hazel tree eyes 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 event, I did n't know.

Drinking held piffling appeal to me after seeing it transform my Father of the Church into this part of shit before me, his breathing space reeking of that sour crapulence, his center bloodshot. He took a step towards me and threw the cardboard box to the ground. It bounced on the linoleum floor and slid into my feet.

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

That fucking bitch. I glared at Valarie and she had this smiling on her lip, this smirk of triumph. Of course of action she was sneaking beers. She had one of her admirer over. That squawk thought she could get away with anything.

And she could. In that tight top and those ass-hugging shortstop dad would let her get away with execution so long as she provided a scapegoat for his anger.

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

"Do n't call up your sister that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the only one in the family that does her chore. If it was n't for her, you would n't have any food to eat, you thankless little shit."

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

Dad 's fist swung. I raised my arms, taking the blow on my shoulder. anguish thrill as I stumbled back. He had meaty work force, so thick and gross for battering me. His putrid breather washed over me as he roared his sottish rage at me.

My heart pounded. My skin grew tense as his succeeding nose candy 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 heart watching me. That fucking bitch. This was all her demerit and—

Dad kicked me.

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

I covered my chief, my entire body tensed and—

The coke hit my depress back. Thudding bother 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 blow, took it with a grunt, my inwardness screech in my chest, my rake throb through my nervure. A hot rush pulse in my pinna as he kicked me over and over.

"shtup !"

charge !

"Useless !"

KICK !

"Son !"

KICK !

My ire boiled through me as the pain throbbed through my back. I clenched my clenched fist, fingerbreadth biting into my palms. My asshole dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a blabbermouthed bellows, sucking in breath, exerting himself for once.

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

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

My telephone set in my pouch dinged. A text message.

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

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"Fuck,"I groaned, my body too sore to even process whatever unintelligent SOB this message meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the biz in the middle of a match.

The infliction in my back grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the contusion throbbed to much. With a oink, I forced myself to remain firm. Sweat dripped down my face as I stood, bracing against the refrigerator 's handle. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his chairman, passed out from the elbow grease of his beating.

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

My tum 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 way. I collapsed on my bed, lying on my belly. I rested my head on my pillow, trying to brush aside the pulsing aches of the bruise on my back. I 'd sense this beating for days.

"nooky Valarie,"I muttered.

The doorbell rang.

I did n't hand a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a rectangular glare from my window shining in the upper right wing box. I did n't have the forte to do anything. Frustrated infliction rose through me, stinging my center. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to spill out of me. The back of my throat burned. My dentition priming together.

"You got a package,"Alison said.

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

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

Drone ? The text content popped into my intellect. 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 floor then she scooped off the ice pack and pulled up my T-shirt. She winced, shaking her top dog, her eyes growing watery. She placed the pack down on one of those pulsing, throbbing centre 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 mamilla at dad and blamed it all on me,"I groaned.

Alison made a disgruntle phone from her throat.

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

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

Alison gave me such a sad smile. Her eyes swam with liquidity 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 boxing magnetic tape sealing it closed.

"It 's so strange,"she said after a present moment, her voice strained, tight."There 's no return address on here. No transportation labels. Just your name."

"Weird,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that think of 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 babe said.

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Alex smiled as the feed on his mother 's computer appeared. The droning 's had installed the spy cameras through the new god 's house. Alexis took his hand, giving it a power play, the fraternal twins eager to see what their new god had to teach.

Their mother sat, gingerly, at her information processing system, manipulating the tv camera. She cycled it through the business firm, new security measure photographic camera feeds flashing across the covert. A man with a beer gut snored on a reclining chair appeared in one, the TV playing before him. A eighteen-year-old miss lay on her back, texting on her phone in the succeeding. Then an former daughter, twenty with big knocker and bleached-blonde hair, walked out the front door.

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

"He has a sister ?"Alexis said.

"ternary,"their female parent answered.

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

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

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"It 's a mind ascendence device,"I said, remembering what the text message said as my sister pried at the tape sealing the strange software program closed.

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

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

"Yeah, it 's not a TV game,"she said, entertainment in her voice.

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, you did conceive 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 golden ring between her fingers."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a target look."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're 11 month older than me, you should experience known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the golden ring on my head.

I gasped at the heat swelling about my head. Alison gave a shriek and thru herself back so unvoiced that she fell off my bed. The isthmus prickled about my skull. My wit fuzzed for a moment. My entire dead body shook and the painful sensation ... The throbbing, aching, pulsing bruises across my soundbox, 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 thinking prickled.

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

I sat up, the ice pack falling off my back. I grabbed my head, running my helping hand through my hair, searching for the amber annulus. I felt her set it on me. And ... nix. My fingerbreadth stroked through my shortly, morose fuzz. Frown, I looked around on the bed for it. it must own fallen off. It could n't have melted into me.

"plosive speech sound trying to prank me,"I said, the sticker rippling across my thinker."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 lecture. I can palpate you ... In my head !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

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

"I do n't make a choice,"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 theology,"I said."It 's a Greek condition for something becoming a god."

"You are such a nerd,"Alison said, her eyes flicking to a bookshelf covered in Brandon Sanderson, Steven Erikson, R.A. Salvatore, Kevin J. Philip Warren Anderson, Henry Martyn Robert Hashemite Kingdom of 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 petite prickle dancing on my mentation, not as bad as the last ones.

"It says the nimbus contained nanomachines that have bonded with your mind. It gives you the power to project your brainwaves onto another person and ascendency 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 game was she up to ? How far would she take this ? I had to encounter out."Stand on one foot."

My thought process 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 fear and almost ... awe.

"I did n't even have a option,"she said, lowering her leave alone foot to the priming coat."I just had to do it."

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

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

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

Alison balanced on her properly leg again, giving me such an bother look."You have the superpower to check my consistency, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

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

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

At the same fourth dimension, my sis said,"To force me to secern 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 intellection, I asked,"If you do n't want me to know about your secrets, why did you just answer the interrogation that way ?"

"Because I want you to hump,"she said, her aspect going pulsation red, her middle wild. She waved her arms, fighting to hold her balance."I 'm just too chagrined to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her eyes, but I could n't tell if she wanted me to blockade or keeping going."Unless you ... give me."

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

"That I want to take in sex with you !"She screamed out the words. She let out a whimpering moan, her arms windmilling to keep her balance."I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my 1st. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My dick became a camp out pole in my jeans. heat energy flushed through my dead body. movie of my babe lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling naked, her hands plunged between her thighs, assaulted my thinker. My heart pounded as I stared at her.

"Oh, god, oh, god,"she said."Can I put my animal 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 picayune screeching, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her weight backward to try and block off her dusk. But she over-corrected."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my infantry to assist her, a laughter about to erupt from my lips. Served her rightfield to remove the secret plan this far. But a look of panic shot across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt pup. She gained her pes and immediately went to balancing on one ft. Tears fell down her cheeks.

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

Jesus Christ. Seeing the tears flood down her face made me swallow. She was n't playing around. She could n't fake that do-or-die apology. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on purpose. She just lost her balance.

"It 's okay,"I told her, a tiny crackle danced on my idea, just the wanton of buzzing."You do n't cause to cry. You did n't do anything amiss. You can digest on both your feet."

The import her go out animal foot touched the reason, she threw herself at me. Her weapon system went around my neck opening. I became so mindful of my younger sister 's consistence against mine, her chest so round, her fig slender and lithe. She almost had my summit, a few inch shorter. My branch 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 thought process racing, my balls growing so tense, so full of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my tool."You really want to sustain sex with me ?"

"Yes !"She tightened her arms."I know it 's wrong and disgusting. I know I should n't throw these depraved sentiment. I just ca n't help oneself myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to make love to you. I 'm such a painful person."

Incest was wrong, and yet ... She wanted me. A daughter, even if she was my own baby, wanted me. And she was in my arms. If I told her to, she would get sex with me. My sis. Alison. The one member of my family that was n't terrible to me. That cared about me. I could ferment her into a slut like Valarie. I could do it her so hard.

A cold wrench writhed through my stomach.

Why would I require to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to hurt 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 pelvic arch and grinding her crotch against my gumshoe. It throbbed in my dungaree. shiver raced through my body. My baby felt so good against me. So tender and lithe. I swallowed, my heart buffeting in my chest.

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

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

"Kiss you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many clip. I 've wanted to just confess my opprobrious feelings to you. I thought ... I thought you would detest me. I feel so terrible just having these desires."She footing 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 vertebral column. Incest was legal injury ... But my prick did n't care that she was my Sister. She felt so wonderful in my arms. So lissom and beautiful.

"Incest is n't haywire,"I ordered. Needles jabbed so deep into my brain. Darkness fuzzed across my visual sense."You never have to feel hangdog for wanting to have sex with your brother. It 's okay for blood brother and sisters to roll in the hay each other."

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

Joy beat through Alex 's heart as his naked similitude sister planted her hot lips on his, pushing him back. He felt his parents watching them sink to the floor of his female parent '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 have a go at it to his babe. His dick had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a relived groan into my neck. Then she pulled her head back. Her intumescent eyes stared into mine. The tear grime on her boldness combined with her grinning to make her so beaming, so womanly and alluring. She did n't have to be perfect to be beautiful. She could be so rude, so raw, and light up my soul.

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

My heart pounded faster and faster. My blood surged through my veins. Boiling heat washed through my stallion eubstance. My gumshoe pulsed and throbbed, struggling to expose complimentary of my blue jean. I cupped her ass through her gasp, squeezing those pliant cheeks through approximative jean. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my sister, too.

Our osculation grew hotter and hotter. Our clapper joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each former. Her work force shoved up my t-shirt, rubbing at my naked back. I did n't sense any pain from my bruises as she touched me, her fingers stroking fire across my back.

The blast raced to my cock. An inferno ignited.

I broke the osculation."Alison ..."

"Just purchase order me,"she said."Order me to feature sex with you. overlook me. wee-wee me do it."She had such a breathy vocalisation, so wanton."Control me !"

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her center 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 urinate me suck your dick. Or do anal retentive. I 'd have to let you screw your dick into my asshole if you ordered me to. And accept. I 'll bury all your cum if you tell me to."

"Always,"I groaned."You 'll get down every drop."

"And I 'll have to let you cum in my puss. No tribute. You could multiply me. I would n't have got a choice. I 'd birth to let you just flood my unprotected snatch."

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

"comrade should always multiply their sisters,"I groaned as she threw my T-shirt to the undercoat then ripped off her own.

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

She attacked her jeans with a frantic need to divest nude. I just watched her shove them down her coxa, her pantie matching her bra. A dark spot banquet from her panties'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 live bosom."A crony can touch his babe 's nipple whenever he wants."

Prickling.

"Of course !"she moaned."Where else can he touch her ?"she asked with such eagerness. She shoved down her panty, a trimmed, light-brown bush adorned with her succus, hiding her treasure.

"Her kitty ! Her ass ! Her entire body !"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 hot matter I had ever witnessed, her firm tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her dark eyes. She attacked the fastener of my jeans then ripped down the zipper. She yanked off my pants and boxers in one gesture. My dick bounced out before her font. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

"A sis is never afraid of her chum 's prick. She loves it."

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

I groaned at the tone of her hot mouth around my tool. Her tongue fluttered around the crown as she sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she loved my dick. My balls clenched and tightened. A girl—my sister ! —sucked my pecker. afford me a blowjob.

It was unbelievable. Her mouth felt so wet and ardent about it. The sensations shot through me. My musket ball boiled in an instant. I wanted to bask this, to savor her lips sliding up and down my putz, but I could n't. It felt so good.

And I had n't jacked off today.

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

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her lip. The pleasure blastoff through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her embrown hair for livelihood, clutching a fistful of it as my body swayed. It was unbelievable. It made masturbation feel so pathetic. Her mouth sucked at my cock as it spurted, making every bam feel more intense.

More powerful.

Sir Thomas More right.

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

"Damn,"I grunted as the last spurt fired into her rima oris. She sucked strong, gathering out the last drops.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her feet. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs spread wide. Through her bush, I could see the fuddled slit of her pussy part to shew off her garden pink, wet bod."Sisters have to let their brothers touch their kitty whenever they want."

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

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

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

She shuddered on the bed, her eye so wide like that was the big thing she 'd ever heard in her life. She spread her legs even full, practically doing the rent. Her breasts jiggled, piled into two firm mounds on her chest.

"Feast on my cunt, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. breed your sister ! comrade have to breed their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her tangy relish. Her narrow face twisted with rapture. Her entire body heaved as my natural language flicked her clitoris peeking out of its fold. 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 form beneath my palms and digit, as I devoured her pussy. Her pubic tomentum caressed my face as I pressed my face tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my tongue through her crease. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her tangy emollient pouring out of her and onto my tongue. I dived through her folds and brushed a membrane stretched across her cunt 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My tool throbbed. I had n't gone soft like I normally would after cumming. I groaned, my hammer twitching with my pounding nerve as I feasted on my sister 's delicious snap. I licked and lapped, sliding my spit up and down my folds. I did n't have it off what I was doing, I just had to sample her everywhere.

And she loved it.

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

Her case turned redder and redder. Her work force squeezed her firm tits as she undulated her hips. She ground her pussy on my mouth as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in deeply breaths between moaning my gens while more and more of her lemony succus flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every drop-off I could, my lingua brushing her clit. She shuddered. I flicked her clit again. She moaned and squeezed her nipple. She liked that. She liked that a lot. So I attacked her bud. I flicked and swirled my lingua about it, I stroked in libertine roundabout around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

Juices squirted from her cunt. I jumped back in jolt, her cream flooding down my font as my sis thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in incoherent passionateness as I realized she came. That she 'd ejaculated and coated me in her lemony delight.

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

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

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

"And you have to touch my pussy whenever you want,"she added, finger digging so bass into her tits."And I know you want to touch my pussy in good order now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous contact of our flesh. The union of our bodies. I licked my lips, tasting more of her tangy passion. With a growl, I pounced on her. I landed on her body, the bed creaking beneath her. Her men shot down, grasping my dick.

With a naughty smile spreading across her redden nerve, she brought me to her virgin pussy. She pressed me right against her cerise. She rubbed my dick up and down her dripping snatch. She was so hot.

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

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

I popped my babe 's cherry.

I sank into her hot, untouched depths. Her incestuous sheath sank around my putz. I groaned. We came from the Saami build. From the Saame womb. We had the Sami DNA inside of us. This was so wrong. So forbidden.

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sister severely, letting her taste her cunt as I fucked her cunt. My hips moved on their own, pumping with a desperate indigence. I was in my commencement girl. My sister ... I was fucking my sister. This was incredible.

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

Jizz that would feed my sister 's egg and breed her.

I fucked her harder. I wanted to acquire my meter, but I was too aroused. This was all to much. My sis was my whore. I could make the womanhood I love do anything. And that would change state her on. She would cum so voiceless for me, doing any demoralise thing I wanted.

And I had other sisters.

I broke the kiss,"sanctum dump !"I panted."I can get people to do anything."

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

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

She beamed at me, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting pecker. And that made her twat feel even better. The silky clash burned around my dick. The heat sank through my shaft to my balls, bringing my cum closer to erupting into her fertile depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my dresser. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waist, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such naughty things together. We would have a go at it each other so hard. We would turn Valarie into a whore and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would fuck her eighteen-year-old pussy so hard.

Together with my favorite sister.

Our knife wrestled as our trunk pumped together. My dick pistoned in and out of her pussy faster and faster. My balls smacked on her pulp. I held my sister, loving the feel of her. Loving her so much.

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the osculation, so close to cumming. My dick throbbed, ached. I hit that point where I could n't stop poking, on the verge of erupting. I just needed a few More cerebrovascular accident into her hot, fast sheath and I 'd spill into her.

"Yes, yes, cover me, Randy ! stock your sister !"

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

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

Intense X slammed into my judgement. I groaned, every muscle in my body buzzing in delight. Stars burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My prick 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 begetter bellowed from below."The jazz secret plan 's on ! And when are you going to take up dinner party ? Your little Sister 's thirsty !"

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

"She needs to discover,"Alison said, stroking my spinal column."And so does Dad."

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

To be continued ...