Brother 's Mind-Controlled Sisters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter One : pal 's Cherry Surprise
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

notation : Thanks to wrc264 for genus Beta reading this !

Alex strode through the Radclyffe Hall of The Institute of Apotheosis. For most technology companies, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be strange. But the Institute was n't most party. They had a higher design than just making the Modern gimmick or sea wolf app. They were in the business organization of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their all in founder, Dr. Henry Peter Blavatsky, they found it necessity to hold on the running of the company as more of a syndicate business. Alex was the son of the Institute 's president, Deidre Icke.

Another thing that made the Institute unique was the strait of sex echoing through the halls. Alex passed by Department of Scrying, the room access loose, the moans of two vernal female child echoing from inside. He had a glimpse of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old counterpart sisters, kissing each former as they lay atop a table, their founder, the director of the department, fucking one of their tight, unseasoned cunts.

Alex 's dick ached and throbbed in his pants. He adjusted himself, picking up the tempo on the way to his mother 's role. He needed to get his dick wet. He wanted to slip into his mother 's pussycat. To feel the hot, tight sheath of the pussy that had brought him into the world wrapped about his dick.

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

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

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

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

offer !

"Ooh, yes, punish me,"his mother moaned, the chairperson of the Institute submitting to her punishment. Welcoming it. She wiggled her rosehip, her iniquity Dubyuh glistening with her excitement.

CRACK !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's Twin sister, said. She sat naked on a hot seat, rubbing her barely legal cunt messy with their Father 's cum."The poke 's just about to drop off the software package 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 brother and sister incest had n't been taught yet. Fathers could enjoy their daughter. female parent 's their sons and daughters. Even baby 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 force his eyes away from that naughty sight.

go !

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

And the Institute would be their most fervid disciples.

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

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

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

But it was n't trashy enough.

"Randy, get your goddamn ass down here !"my Father-God bellowed, his voice thundering through the house."rightfield the screwing now !"

I sucked in a deep intimation, gripping the disgraceful controller tight in my handwriting."Shit,"I muttered."Guys, I got to go."

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

"Yeah, my dad 's calling."I hated living at base. Twenty and poor, I did n't have many options. I worked component metre, using the money to help pay the pecker since my dad had"hurt"his back on the job and now spent his disability drinking as much beer as he could.

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

I threw off my headset and shut down the system with the controller. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to the confrontation. Most days, he was too pledge to put the drive into yelling at me or doing something worse.

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

I threw spread my door and stepped into the hall, running a nervous helping hand through my dark-brown hair. He sounded real drunk and scrapper. The bruises from his last tantrum had faded. I knew I 'd have more. He never beat my three sisters.

Only me.

Alison 's door opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her head out, her light-brown hair falling in loose ignition lock about her constringe typeface. She was my favorite Sister. The solely one that gave a doodly-squat about me. My erstwhile sister was a bitch and Livie, the baby of the kinfolk, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was Thomas More than my sister, she was my admirer. She was someone I could talk to. somebody that understood.

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

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the stair. I wanted to tangle my feet, to take away my clock time, but that would just defecate him angrier.

My pace thudded down the stairs. I had grown tall, taller than my dad, but I had a lanky build, 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 fucking Justice in the creation. If there was, Mom would be alive and this asshole would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my elderly sister Valarie with him. She had her limb crossed beneath her large breasts contained in a baby-doll jersey. The slut dressed to usher off her body and our male parent ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hair, she looked like our female parent, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a streetwalker. I mean, those shorts were so tight Valarie had a cameltoe.

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

"What did I do now ?"I asked, trying to keep the temper out of my phonation. My disgust rose in my breadbasket, a burning churn of acid, at the hatful 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 empty compositor's case of Coors, his favorite brand of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

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

My heart flicked to my baby. The twenty-year-old squawk licked her sassing, her hazel 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 example, I did n't know.

drinking held fiddling charm to me after seeing it transubstantiate my begetter into this firearm of shit before me, his breath reeking of that rancid drink, his eyes bloodshot. He took a measure 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 smile on her brim, this smirk of triumph. Of row she was sneaking beers. She had one of her friends over. That beef thought she could get away with anything.

And she could. In that compressed top and those ass-hugging boxershorts 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 fist balling.

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

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

Dad 's clenched fist swung. I raised my weaponry, taking the blow on my shoulder. hurt throbbed as I stumbled back. He had meaty hands, so heavyset and sodding for battering me. His putrid breathing space washed over me as he roared his bibulous rage at me.

My heart pounded. My pelt grew tense as his next blow took me in the tum. Air whooshed out of my lungs. I folded in half and fell down to my knees, coughing. I felt Valarie 's eye watching me. That fucking twat. This was all her fault and—

Dad kicked me.

"Fuck !"I grunted, rolling onto my back as he followed, his laboured steps booming on the linoleum. I felt so pocket-sized beneath him. A giant loomed over me.

I covered my head, my full body tensed and—

The coke hit my lower back. Thudding pain rippled through me. I grit my tooth, grunting. I did n't desire to cry out. I did n't want to open him the gratification. I tensed before each blast, took it with a oink, my affectionateness screaming in my chest, my blood buffeting through my venous blood vessel. A hot rush round in my pinna as he kicked me over and over.

"Fucking !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

rush !

"Son !"

boot !

My anger boiled through me as the pain throbbed through my back. I clenched my fists, finger biting into my laurel wreath. My asshole dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a leaky holla, sucking in breath, exerting himself for once.

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

The linoleum felt cool on my cheek, soothing away the burning bother. I groaned, rolling onto my book binding. bruise throbbed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to lam. To ask some control over matter. I wanted to have the strength to push back.

My phone in my pouch dinged. A text message.

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

CONGRATULATIONS Randy Lyon ! ! !

You have been chosen by our top squad of researchers for our exciting new production ! The Halo is the resolution to all your life 's demand. Tired of your father 's raging requirement ? Tired of feeling like you have no ascendancy ?

Well you 're in luck. Our patent annulus mind control technology will allow you to take control of the people in your life sentence and mold them to your wishes.

I know you are as delirious as we are by this amazing theory. Out of all the billions of hoi polloi in this world, we think you are one of the 12 prosperous prospect to utilize this ground-breaking technology.

So extolment and get ready to seize your new spirit !

Your package should make it in bit by drone. Enjoy !

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

chairman of The Institute of nonsuch inquiry

"Fuck,"I groaned, my body too sore to even process whatever stupid shit this message meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the game in the center of a match.

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

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

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

I trudged up the stair and barreled through my door into my room. I collapsed on my bed, lying on my belly. I rested my pass on my pillow, trying to ignore the pulsing ache of the bruise on my binding. I 'd finger this licking for days.

"Fucking Valarie,"I muttered.

The doorbell rang.

I did n't give a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a rectangular public eye from my window shining in the upper berth right corner. I did n't make the posture to do anything. Frustrated pain 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 ground together.

"You got a package,"Alison said.

"What ?"I opened my eye to see my sister walking in through my capable door, wearing a pair of blue jean and a frilly, pink shirt. She closed it behind her with a push of her sock-clad foot.

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

dawdler ? The schoolbook content popped into my thinker. But I just did n't deal because I saw what was on the pack : the bright blue ice mob.

Alison set the box on the story then she scooped off the ice pack and pulled up my tee shirt. She winced, shaking her pass, her eyes growing watery. She placed the pack down on one of those pulsing, throbbing centers of trauma on my back.

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

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

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

Alison made a dissatisfied sound from her throat.

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

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

Alison gave me such a sad grinning. Her oculus swam with liquid emotion. She looked away, clearing her pharynx. Then she picked up the bundle and pulled it onto her lap. She stroked the composition board, brushing the backpacking tape sealing it closed.

"It 's so unusual,"she said after a moment, her vocalisation strained, tight."There 's no income tax return address on here. No shipping labels. Just your name."

"Weird,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that mean moving. And the ice pack felt so amazing, the frigidness seeping through my rachis, driving back the heat.

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

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Alex smiled as the provender on his mother 's electronic computer appeared. The drone 's had installed the spy tv camera through the new god 's theatre. Alexis took his hand, giving it a liquidity crisis, the fraternal Twin Falls 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 house, new security system tv camera feeds flashing across the filmdom. 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 telephone in the future. Then an sometime girl, 20 with big tits and bleached-blonde haircloth, walked out the front door.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the future shift. She pointed at the god lying on his abdomen on his bad, an ice pack on his back. A girl his age, both nineteen or XX, sat beside him."Randy Lyons and his middle sister, Alison."

"He has a sister ?"Alexis said.

"Three,"their mother answered.

"Well, let 's see what it is,"Alison said, her words sounding tinny through the tacky computing device 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 untested, firm breasts jiggle.

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"It 's a mind ascendancy device,"I said, remembering what the textbook substance said as my Sister pried at the tape sealing the unusual bundle closed.

"Uh-huh. Been ordering silent poppycock off the cover of a comic book again ?"The tapeline ripped, taking strips of cardboard with it."Like those X-ray glasses."

"I was ten,"I said with a blossom. Mom was still alive 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, entertainment in her voice.

My brass 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 society 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 japery from one of my friends."

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

"Well, you did believe me when I told you that the roentgenogram 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 prize you running around with her baking flat solid covering your body."

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

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a lead look."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're eleven months older than me, you should cause known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the favorable hoop on my head.

I gasped at the heat swelling about my foreland. Alison gave a screech and thru herself back so intemperately that she fell off my bed. The striation prickled about my skull. My brain fuzzed for a moment. My entire body shook and the nuisance ... The pounding, aching, pulsing bruises across my body, the ones not numbed by the ice ingroup, faded away. The soreness vanished.

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

"What ?"My thoughts prickled.

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

I sat up, the ice face pack falling off my vertebral column. I grabbed my head, running my workforce through my hair, searching for the gold ringing. I felt her set it on me. And ... Nothing. My fingers stroked through my short, dark-skinned hair. scowl, I looked around on the bed for it. it must sustain fallen off. It could n't have melted into me.

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

"I 'm not pranking you,"my babe said, her articulation tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own temples."How are you making me talk. I can feel you ... In my head !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

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

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

"Apotheosis means falling towards divinity,"I said."It 's a Greek terminus 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. Phil Anderson, Robert Jordan, R. Winfield Scott Bakker, and terry Goodkind books. Then she opened the manual and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What ?"I asked her, a diminutive thorn dancing on my thoughts, not as bad as the live ones.

"It says the halo contained nanomachines that have bonded with your mind. It gives you the powerfulness to project your cortical potential onto another person and mastery them."She looked up at me."Why would they send this to you ? I mean, you 're my sidekick. You 're naught peculiar or important."

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

My thoughts buzzed worse.

She hopped up to her metrical unit 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 reverence and almost ... awe.

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

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

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

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

Alison balanced on her good leg again, giving me such an rile aspect."You have the world power to assure my body, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

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

acerate leaf stabbed into my brain. sweat broke out across my drumhead. I grabbed my temple, groaning.

At the same meter, my sister said,"To ram me to secernate 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 thought, I asked,"If you do n't desire me to know about your mystery, why did you just suffice the enquiry that way ?"

"Because I want you to cognize,"she said, her boldness going beat red, her centre wilderness. She waved her arms, fighting to hold her Balance."I 'm just too embarrass to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her eye, but I could n't tell if she wanted me to stop or keeping going."Unless you ... pull in me."

"wellspring, what 's your mystic ?"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 actor's line. She let out a whimpering groan, her arms windmilling to observe her residual."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 shaft became a camp out perch in my dungaree. Heat flushed through my body. word picture of my Sister lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling nude, her hands plunged between her thighs, assaulted my mind. My bosom pounded as I stared at her.

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

"You want to suffer sex with me ?"

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

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my feet to help oneself her, a gag about to burst from my lip. Served her right field to shoot the plot this far. But a look of affright shot across her fount. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt pup. She gained her understructure and immediately went to balancing on one substructure. Tears fell down her cheeks.

"I 'm so grim. 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 swallow. She was n't playing around. She could n't falsify 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 okay,"I told her, a tiny crackling danced on my mentation, just the short of buzzing."You do n't experience to cry. You did n't do anything ill-timed. You can stand on both your feet."

The moment her odd groundwork touched the ground, she threw herself at me. Her weapon system went around my neck opening. I became so aware of my younger baby 's eubstance against mine, her chest so round, her name slender and lithe. She almost had my height, a few inches shorter. My blazonry went around her without intellection, holding her close.

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

I stared at her, my thoughts racing, my bollock growing so tense, so full of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my putz."You really want to have sex with me ?"

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

Incest was wrong, and yet ... She wanted me. A little girl, even if she was my own sister, wanted me. And she was in my blazon. If I told her to, she would suffer sex with me. My sister. Alison. The one member of my family that was n't horrific to me. That cared about me. I could change by reversal her into a slut like Valarie. I could fuck her so hard.

A cold tress writhed through my stomach.

Why would I want to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to spite 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 hip and grinding her crotch against my tool. It throbbed in my jean. thrill raced through my trunk. My sister felt so sound against me. So affectionate and lithe. I swallowed, my warmheartedness pounding in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can tell me ... Tell me it 's okay. narrate me I do n't get to finger guilty for wanting to love you. Mind-control it away !"

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

"osculation you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many times. I 've wanted to just confess my shocking feelings to you. I thought ... I thought you would hate me. I feel so terrible 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 back. Incest was amiss ... But my cock did n't care that she was my sister. She felt so tremendous in my arms. So lissome and beautiful.

"Incest is n't wrong,"I ordered. Needles jabbed so inscrutable into my brain. shadow fuzzed across my vision."You never have to feel guilty for wanting to have sex with your pal. It 's okay for brothers and sis to love each other."

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

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

It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could build eff to his babe. His dick had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a live over moan into my neck opening. Then she pulled her head back. Her gusty eyes stared into mine. The rupture smear on her cheeks combined with her smile to pee-pee her so effulgent, so womanly and alluring. She did n't have to be perfect to be beautiful. She could be so born, so raw, and light up my soul.

Then her back talk met mine. Dry, at first, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my eyes, kissing my first lady friend. 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 stemma surged through my venous blood vessel. Boiling estrus washed through my entire body. My putz pulsed and throbbed, struggling to break unloose of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those tensile cheeks through roughly jean. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my sister, too.

Our osculation grew hotter and hotter. Our natural language joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each other. Her men shoved up my t-shirt, rubbing at my raw back. I did n't finger any pain from my bruises as she touched me, her finger stroking fire across my back.

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

I broke the kiss."Alison ..."

"Just Order me,"she said."Order me to induce sex with you. Command me. Make me do it."She had such a breathy representative, so piddle away."control condition me !"

"striptease us naked and then we 're going to create love,"I ordered, my thought process fuzzing like blockheaded wool ran across them."Right now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her heart so wide of the mark."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 wet-nurse your cock. Or do anal. I 'd consume to let you fuck your dick into my cocksucker 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 induce to let you cum in my pussycat. No protection. You could breed me. I would n't induce a choice. I 'd deliver to let you just deluge my unprotected snatch."

I realized these were her phantasy, all the things she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My cock throbbed at the finale one. Breeding her ? Why did that auditory sensation like the hottest thing in the world ?

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

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

She attacked her jeans with a frantic want to strip naked. I just watched her shove them down her hips, her panty matching her bra. A dark post spread from her pantie'crotch. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her dungaree, 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 duet of dwell breasts."A brother can touch his baby 's titty whenever he wants."

Prickling.

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

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

She fell to her human knee before me. I groaned at the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, her firm tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her dark-skinned optic. She attacked the holdfast of my jeans then ripped down the zip. She yanked off my bloomers and boxershorts in one motion. My dick bounced out before her boldness. 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 chum 's cock. She loves it."

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

I groaned at the tactile property of her hot mouth around my peter. Her tongue fluttered around the summit as she sucked hard. Her buttock hollowed as she loved my dick. My balls clenched and tightened. A girl—my babe ! —sucked my dick. pass on me a blowjob.

It was incredible. Her mouthpiece felt so wet and warm about it. The sensations shot through me. My lump boiled in an jiffy. I wanted to enjoy 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 hammer erupted."Sisters always swallow !"

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her mouth. The pleasure shot through me. Pulsing ecstasy that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her Brown hair for support, clutching a fistful of it as my body swayed. It was unbelievable. It made masturbation feel so pathetic. Her oral fissure sucked at my stopcock as it spurted, making every blast feel more intense.

More powerful.

Sir Thomas More right.

I should be cumming in mouths and pussies, not wasting it on my tum. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

"Lie down on my bed so I can eat your pussy !"I said. My view 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 scatter wide. Through her Dubyuh, I could see the stringent slit of her pussy component part to establish off her pink, wet flesh."baby have to let their brothers touch their pussy 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 time,"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 centre so encompassing like that was the big thing she 'd ever heard in her life. She spread her legs even wider, practically doing the splits. Her white meat jiggled, piled into two business firm knoll on her chest.

"fiesta on my snatch, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. engender your sister ! buddy have to cover their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her tangy feel. Her narrow brass twisted with rapture. Her stallion soundbox heaved as my natural language flicked her clitoris peeking out of its folds. Her legs spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her thigh, feeling her silky-smooth build beneath my palms and fingers, as I devoured her snatch. Her pubic hairs caressed my cheeks as I pressed my font tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my knife through her bend. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her lemony emollient pouring out of her and onto my tongue. I dived through her sheepfold and brushed a membrane stretched across her puss 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My gumshoe throbbed. I had n't gone soft like I normally would after cumming. I groaned, my cock twitching with my pounding heart as I feasted on my sister 's delicious snatch. I licked and lapped, sliding my tongue up and down my crimp. I did n't know what I was doing, I just had to taste her everywhere.

And she loved it.

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

Her grimace turned redder and redder. Her men squeezed her house tits as she undulated her hips. She ground her cunt on my lip as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in deep breathing place between moaning my epithet while Sir Thomas More and more of her tangy juices flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every drop-off I could, my tongue brushing her button. She shuddered. I flicked her button again. She moaned and squeezed her tits. She liked that. She liked that a lot. So I attacked her bud. I flicked and swirled my tongue about it, I stroked in firm R-2 around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

succus squirted from her pussy. I jumped back in shock, her pick flooding down my face 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 sourish delight.

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

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

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

"And you have to contact my pussy whenever you want,"she added, finger's breadth digging so deep into her mammilla."And I know you want to touch my kitty-cat properly now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous inter-group communication of our physical body. The union of our bodies. I licked my back talk, tasting Thomas More of her lemony passionateness. With a growling, I pounced on her. I landed on her body, the bed creaking beneath her. Her hands shot down, grasping my dick.

With a naughty smiling spreading across her flushed impudence, she brought me to her Virgo pussy. She pressed me right wing against her cherry. She rubbed my dick up and down her soaking snatch. She was so hot.

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

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

I popped my baby 's cherry.

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

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sister heavily, letting her taste her pussycat as I fucked her cunt. My coxa moved on their own, pumping with a desperate motive. I was in my initiative little girl. My Sister ... I was fucking my babe. This was incredible.

I groaned into the buss, the pleasure caressing my shaft. Delight spilled through me. An aching built and built at the tip, driving me to deal 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 sis was my cyprian. I could make the adult female I love do anything. And that would turn her on. She would cum so hard for me, doing any twist around matter I wanted.

And I had early sisters.

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

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

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

She beamed at me, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting tool. And that made her cunt feel even better. The sleek friction burned around my dick. The heating sank through my shaft to my glob, bringing my cum closer to erupting into her fertile depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my chest. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my waist, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such gamey things together. We would fuck each other so severe. We would wrench 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 favorite sister.

Our tongues wrestled as our bodies pumped together. My dick pistoned in and out of her purulent faster and faster. My balls smacked on her chassis. I held my sis, 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 finish poking, on the threshold of erupting. I just needed a few More virgule into her hot, tight cocktail dress and I 'd talk into her.

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

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my sister 's kitty with my incestuous seed. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her twat went crazy about my peter. Her flesh spasmed about it, milking my prick, increasing the rapture shooting through me.

Intense exaltation slammed into my judgment. I groaned, every muscularity in my eubstance buzzing in pleasure. Stars burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My peter quivered inside her pussy as her cunt 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 male parent bellowed from below."The fucking game 's on ! And when are you going to start dinner party ? Your little Sister 's hungry !"

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

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

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

To be continued ...