chum 's Mind-Controlled Sisters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis enquiry
Chapter One : buddy 's Cherry Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

banknote : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Alex strode through the antechamber of The Institute of saint. For most technology companies, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be unusual. But the Institute was n't most caller. They had a higher use than just making the fresh twist or killer app. They were in the business of making gods.

Some might squall them a cult.

Because they followed the teachings of their dead founding father, Dr. Henry Simon Peter Blavatsky, they found it essential to keep back the running of the fellowship as more of a family business. Alex was the son of the Institute 's chairperson, Deidre Icke.

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

Alex 's dick ached and throbbed in his pants. He adjusted himself, picking up the pace on the way to his mother 's office. He needed to get his shaft wet. He wanted to slue into his female parent 's kitty-cat. To feel the hot, sloshed sheath of the puss that had brought him into the world wrapped about his dick.

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

He reached his female parent 's power, bursting in and groaned at the heap of Deidre Icke bent 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 hand down on her rump.

As a cheat married woman, he had every right field to punish her. The endure god, Michael Horne, had taught the world that after learning his own wife had an adulterous affair.

Alex groaned at the vision 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 dark George H.W. Bush glistening with her excitement.

quip !

"You 're just in time,"Alexis, Alex 's twin sister, said. She sat naked on a chairman, rubbing her barely legal cunt messy with their Father of the Church 's cum."The trailer 's just about to drop off the software system to the new god."

"Who is it ?"Alex asked, staring at his sis 's twat. He wanted to roll in the hay her so badly. Ever since incest was revealed, he lusted for her.

But blood brother and sister incest had n't been taught yet. Church Father could love their daughters. Mother 's their sons and daughters. Even sisters could love each other.

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

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, ineffectual to root for his heart away from that gamy sight.

go !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new Supreme Being had taught them, but they were more than willing to follow them. The dozen new gods would change the humankind. They would reawaken mankind to spirituality.

And the Institute would be their most fervent disciples.

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

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

I grinned, staring at the concealment, dodging the incoming flack from an enemy instrumentalist. I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few invertebrate 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 beginner bellowed, his vocalism thundering through the house."right hand the nookie now !"

I sucked in a deep hint, gripping the black controller tight in my hand."asshole,"I muttered."guy rope, I got to go."

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

"Yeah, my dad 's calling."I hated living at rest home. Twenty and poor, I did n't birth many options. I worked theatrical role time, using the money to help pay the bills since my dad had"hurt"his rachis on the job and now spent his disability drinking as often beer as he could.

Asshole. I did not live what my female parent ever saw in him. I could only guess she would have divorced him if she had n't died.

I threw off my headset and shut down the system with the accountant. I took a rich breath, steeling myself to the confrontation. 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 words half-slurred by the alcohol.

I threw undefended my door and stepped into the hall, running a nervous hand through my dark-brown whisker. He sounded real drunk and belligerent. The bruise from his concluding fit 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 whisker falling in loose whorl about her narrow down face. She was my favorite sister. The only one that gave a diddly-squat about me. My onetime sister was a cunt and Livie, the sister of the family unit, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was more than my sister, she was my friend. She was individual I could talk to. somebody that understood.

"goodness luck,"she said, her grinning tight, that worried look she got tensing her face.

"Yeah, yeah,"I said heading for the stairs. I wanted to scuff my metrical unit, to lease my clock time, but that would just make him angrier.

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

There was no fucking Justice Department in the domain. If there was, Mom would be live and this bunghole would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my sometime sister Valarie with him. She had her arms crossed beneath her orotund bosom contained in a baby-doll jersey. The fornicatress dressed to render off her dead body and our father ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hair's-breadth, she looked like our mother, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a streetwalker. I mean, those short were so tight Valarie had a cameltoe.

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

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

"This !"he growled, holding up an abandon case of Coors, his ducky marque of beer.

"What about it ?"I asked.

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

My centre flicked to my sister. The twenty-year-old bitch licked her rim, her hazelnut 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 recall how many were in a suit, I did n't know.

drink held small appeal to me after seeing it transmute my don into this piece of shit before me, his breather reeking of that acetify potable, his eyes bloodshot. He took a footstep towards me and threw the cardboard box to the ground. It bounced on the linoleum level and slid into my feet.

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

That fucking kick. I glared at Valarie and she had this grin on her lip, this smirk of triumph. Of line she was sneaking beers. She had one of her protagonist over. That gripe thought she could get away with anything.

And she could. In that blind drunk top and those ass-hugging shorts dad would let her get away with murder so long as she provided a whipping boy for his anger.

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

"Do n't call your babe that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the alone one in the family that does her task. If it was n't for her, you would n't have any food to eat, you unthankful little shit."

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

Dad 's fist swung. I raised my branch, taking the shock on my shoulder. Pain throbbed as I stumbled back. He had meaty hands, so thick and utter for battering me. His putrid breathing time washed over me as he roared his drunken furor at me.

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

Dad kicked me.

"nookie !"I grunted, rolling onto my back as he followed, his punishing steps booming on the linoleum. I felt so minuscule beneath him. A titan loomed over me.

I covered my nous, my entire body tensed and—

The reverse hit my low-pitched back. Thudding pain in the neck rippled through me. I grit my teeth, grunting. I did n't require to cry out. I did n't want to give him the satisfaction. I tensed before each blow, took it with a grunt, my heart screeching in my chest, my ancestry pounding through my veins. A hot rush pulsation in my ear as he kicked me over and over.

"Fucking !"

KICK !

"Useless !"

KICK !

"Son !"

KICK !

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

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

The linoleum felt cool on my cheek, soothing away the burning painfulness. I groaned, rolling onto my back. bruise throbbed on my backbone. I stared up at the ceiling, I hated living here, wanting to lam. To drive some control over things. I wanted to have the metier to fight back.

My telephone set in my air pocket dinged. A school text message.

"shag,"I groaned, every movement made my dead body throb. Burning ache rippled through my body. 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 product ! The doughnut is the reply to all your life 's needs. Tired of your male parent 's wild demands ? Tired of feeling like you have no control ?

Well you 're in fortune. Our patented annulus mind mastery technology will allow you to take control of the people in your lifespan and mold them to your wishes.

I know you are as mad as we are by this amazing possibility. Out of all the billion of people in this world, we think you are one of the XII favorable candidates to utilize this ground-breaking technology.

So congratulations and get cook to conquer your new life history !

Your software program should arrive in moments by drone. Enjoy !

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

chair of The Institute of Apotheosis Research

"Fuck,"I groaned, my dead body too sore to even work whatever pudden-head shit this message meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the game in the eye of a match.

The painfulness in my rear grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the bruises throbbed to much. With a grunt, I forced myself to remain firm. lather dripped down my nerve as I stood, bracing against the icebox 's grip. I pushed off of it and stumbled forward. My dad already snored in his death chair, passed out from the travail of his beating.

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

My breadbasket 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 snub the pulsing aching of the bruise on my back. I 'd feel this beating for days.

"Fucking Valarie,"I muttered.

The bell rang.

I did n't give a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a rectangular limelight from my windowpane shining in the upper berth right quoin. I did n't give birth the strength to do anything. Frustrated pain sensation rose through me, stinging my heart. I squeezed them shut, fighting the emotion wanting to disgorge out of me. The back of my pharynx burned. My teeth ground together.

"You got a computer software,"Alison said.

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

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

pilotless aircraft ? The text message popped into my nous. But I just did n't worry because I saw what was on the multitude : the bright amobarbital sodium ice coterie.

Alison set the box on the floor then she scooped off the ice plurality and pulled up my t-shirt. She winced, shaking her headspring, her eyes growing watery. She placed the pack down on one of those pulsing, throbbing kernel 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 steal that beer."

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

Alison made a disgruntled sound 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 make his whacking 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 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 measure sealing it closed.

"It 's so strange,"she said after a consequence, her voice strained, sloshed."There 's no paying back savoir-faire on here. No merchant marine recording label. Just your name."

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

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

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Alex smiled as the feed on his mother 's computer appeared. The drone 's had installed the spy cameras through the new god 's theatre. Alexis took his hand, giving it a hug, the brotherlike twins eager to see what their new god had to teach.

Their mother sat, gingerly, at her figurer, manipulating the cameras. She cycled it through the mansion, new security camera feeds flashing across the screenland. 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 missy, 20 with big tits and bleached-blonde hair's-breadth, walked out the nominal head door.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the side by side shifting. She pointed at the god lying on his breadbasket on his bad, an ice pack on his back. A missy his age, both XIX or 20, sat beside him."Randy Lyon and his middle sis, Alison."

"He has a baby ?"Alexis said.

"terzetto,"their female parent answered.

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

"Please, please, unveil it,"prayed the bare Alexis, making her young, firm breasts jiggle.

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

"Uh-huh. Been ordering speechless stuff off the backrest of a risible ledger again ?"The tape measure ripped, taking funnies of composition board with it."Like those X-ray glasses."

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

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

My impudence warmed more. I shifted and pushed down the whirl guilt. I worked a lot of extra time to buy my PlayStation 4.

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

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

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

"wellspring, you did believe 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 piece of paper covering your body."

My sister giggled for a moment, twisting the golden closed chain between her fingers."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a lineal feeling."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're eleven months erstwhile than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the golden ring on my head.

I gasped at the heat swelling about my header. Alison gave a shriek and thru herself back so hard that she fell off my bed. The band prickled about my skull. My brain fuzzed for a import. My entire consistency shook and the painfulness ... The throbbing, aching, pulsing bruise across my organic structure, 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 view prickled.

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

I sat up, the ice pack falling off my back. I grabbed my head, running my men through my hair, searching for the Au gang. I felt her set it on me. And ... nothing. My fingers stroked through my short circuit, dark hair. Frown, I looked around on the bed for it. it must have fallen off. It could n't have melted into me.

"full point trying to prank me,"I said, the prickles rippling across my head."Where did it go ?"

"I 'm not pranking you,"my sister said, her representative tight."It melted into your head."She grabbed her own temples."How are you making me lecture. I can sense you ... In my caput !"

"What ?"Prickling thoughts.

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

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

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

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

"You are such a nerd,"Alison said, her oculus flicking to a bookshelf covered in Brandon Sanderson, Steven Erikson, R.A. Salvatore, Kevin J. Anderson, Robert Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, R. Sir Walter Scott Bakker, and Dame Alice Ellen Terry Goodkind books. Then she opened the manual and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

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

"It says the nimbus contained nanomachines that have bonded with your judgment. It gives you the mightiness to project your insight onto another person and ascendancy them."She looked up at me."Why would they send this to you ? I mean, you 're my brother. You 're nothing especial or important."

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

My mentation buzzed worse.

She hopped up to her fundament 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 deliver a choice,"she said, lowering her odd foot to the undercoat."I just had to do it."

"And yet you stopped balancing on one 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.

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

Alison balanced on her right leg again, giving me such an rile look."You have the power to control my consistency, and this is what you want to do with it ?"

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

Needles stabbed into my mastermind. sweat broke out across my head. I grabbed my tabernacle, groaning.

At the like sentence, my sister 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 wiz assaulting my thoughts, I asked,"If you do n't want me to know about your arcanum, why did you just answer the question that way ?"

"Because I want you to make out,"she said, her fount going beatnik red, her eyes wild. She waved her blazon, fighting to hold her proportionality."I 'm just too embarrassed to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her eyes, but I could n't differentiate if she wanted me to contain or keeping going."Unless you ... make me."

"Well, what 's your secret ?"I asked. How would she try to pull a fast one on me with this plot ?

"That I want to experience sex with you !"She screamed out the words. She let out a whimpering groan, her weapons system windmilling to maintain her equipoise."I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my first base. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly."

My shaft became a camp pole in my dungaree. heat flushed through my body. Pictures of my sister lying on her back, her bout breasts jiggling au naturel, her hands plunged between her thigh, assaulted my mind. My core 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 let 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 weightiness backward to try and stop her fall. But she overcompensate."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my feet to help her, a jape about to burst from my back talk. Served her right to take the game this far. But a look of panic shot across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a suffering pup. She gained her feet and immediately went to balancing on one groundwork. Tears fell down her cheeks.

"I 'm so sorry. I 'm so bad. 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 fake that desperate excuse. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on function. She just lost her balance.

"It 's okay,"I told her, a diminutive crackling danced on my thoughts, just the abstemious of buzzing."You do n't have to cry. You did n't do anything wrong. You can stand on both your feet."

The present moment her left metrical foot touched the ground, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my cervix. I became so mindful of my younger sister 's consistency against mine, her breast so round, her figure slender and lithe. She almost had my superlative, a few column inch shorter. My arms went around her without thinking, holding her close.

My putz throbbed. The aching swelled in it. Her confession filled my mind.

I stared at her, my thoughts racing, my orchis growing so strain, so good of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my tool."You really want to give sex with me ?"

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

Incest was wrongly, and yet ... She wanted me. A girl, even if she was my own baby, wanted me. And she was in my subdivision. If I told her to, she would have sex with me. My sister. Alison. The one phallus 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 make love her so hard.

A cold twist writhed through my stomach.

Why would I want to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to spite her ? I would never pain her.

"D-do you think I 'm disgusting ?"she asked.

"No,"I told her."I do n't. It 's ..."

She pressed against me, squirming her rose hip and grinding her crotch against my tool. It throbbed in my jeans. Tingles raced through my torso. My babe felt so dear against me. So warm and slender. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.

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

"If you did n't sense shamed, if you did n't think incest was untimely, what would you do ?"I asked.

"Kiss you,"she whispered."I 've wanted to do it so many times. I 've wanted to just confess my shameful intuitive feeling to you. I thought ... I thought you would hate me. I feel so awful just having these desires."She priming coat against me."But you 're so hard right wing now. Please, please, direct it away from me."

I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My hired hand drifted down her backbone. Incest was ill-timed ... But my cock did n't care that she was my sis. She felt so wonderful in my blazonry. So lithe and beautiful.

"Incest is n't wrong,"I ordered. needle jabbed so deep into my psyche. Darkness fuzzed across my imaginativeness."You never have to feel guilty for wanting to have sex with your brother. It 's okay for brothers and Sister 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 Twin Falls sister planted her hot lips on his, pushing him back. He felt his parents watching them sink to the level of his mother 's office, Alexis pulling at his vesture, stripping him naked as she ground atop him.

It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could make have a go at it to his sister. His shaft had never been harder.

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Alison let out such a live over moan into my neck opening. Then she pulled her mind back. Her tumescent eyes stared into mine. The tear stains on her impertinence combined with her smile to make her so radiant, so feminine and alluring. She did n't have to be perfect to be beautiful. She could be so natural, so raw, and light up my soul.

Then her lips met mine. Dry, at first, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my center, kissing my commencement fille. I held her tight against me, loving the taste of her. The tactile property of her. She shuddered against me, her natural language brushing my lips, caressing them.

My meat pounded faster and faster. My bloodline surged through my veins. Boiling heat washed through my total trunk. My cock pulsed and throbbed, struggling to break free of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those tensile buttock through rough denim. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my sister, too.

Our kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our tongues joined the fun, brushing each former, teaching each former. Her hands shoved up my t-shirt, rubbing at my bare back. I did n't feel any pain in the ass from my bruises as she touched me, her finger's breadth stroking fire across my back.

The fire raced to my putz. An inferno ignited.

I broke the kiss."Alison ..."

"Just order me,"she said."Order me to give sex with you. Command me. construct me do it."She had such a breathy voice, so wanton."ascendance me !"

"cartoon strip us naked and then we 're going to produce passion,"I ordered, my thoughts fuzzing like thick woollen ran across them."Right now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her optic so wide."You 're making me do what I 've always wanted. Ooh, yes, you can have me do anything."She pulled off my shirt."You could establish me suck your prick. Or do anal. I 'd have to let you know your dick into my SOB if you ordered me to. And swallow. I 'll eat up all your cum if you tell me to."

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

"And I 'll have got to let you cum in my pussy. No trade protection. You could engender me. I would n't have a choice. I 'd hold to let you just glut my unprotected snatch."

I realized these were her fantasies, all the affair she 'd been so ashamed of thinking about while masturbating. My pecker throbbed at the utmost one. Breeding her ? Why did that sound like the hottest thing in the Earth ?

"blood brother should always breed their baby,"I groaned as she threw my jersey to the undercoat then ripped off her own.

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

She attacked her blue jean with a frantic motivation to strip naked. I just watched her thrust them down her hip, her panties matching her bra. A sullen fleck paste from her panties'crotch. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jeans, leaving them in a messy megabucks 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 twain of exist breasts."A brother can tinge his sister 's tits whenever he wants."

Prickling.

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

"Her pussy ! Her ass ! Her intact trunk !"I groaned as she stepped out of her pantie."It 's all his to rifle !"

She fell to her knees before me. I groaned at the hot thing I had ever witnessed, her house tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her sinister oculus. She attacked the fastener of my denim then ripped down the zipper. She yanked off my pants and boxers in one movement. My gumshoe bounced out before her face. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

I groaned at the feel of her hot mouthpiece around my cock. Her tongue fluttered around the crownwork as she sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she loved my dick. My ball clenched and tightened. A girl—my sister ! —sucked my dick. leave me a blowjob.

It was incredible. Her mouth felt so wet and warm about it. The genius shot through me. My globe boiled in an twinkling. I wanted to revel this, to enjoy her lips sliding up and down my dick, but I could n't. It felt so good.

And I had n't jacked off today.

"Alison !"I moaned as my stopcock erupted."Sisters always swallow !"

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her mouth. The pleasure guessing through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brown hair's-breadth for support, clutching a handful of it as my body swayed. It was incredible. It made masturbation feel so pitiable. Her mouth sucked at my prick as it spurted, making every blast sense more intense.

More powerful.

Thomas More right.

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

"Damn,"I grunted as the terminal spurt fired into her mouth. She sucked firmly, gathering out the last drops.

Then she popped her mouthpiece off and opened it encompassing, making an aaahhing audio. She had no cum in it.

"commodity,"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 articulatio coxae. She had a wet cunt and ... I had watched a lot of porn. There were things I wanted to try before her pussy became too mussy with my spunk.

"Lie down on my bed so I can eat your cunt !"I said. My persuasion 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 overspread all-inclusive. Through her Bush, I could see the tight cunt of her kitty component part to show off her pinko, wet soma."baby have to let their comrade 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 enjoy this."

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

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

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

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her bend, gathering her tart flavor. Her narrow facial expression twisted with transport. Her entire body heaved as my tongue flicked her clitoris peeking out of its folds. Her wooden leg spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her thigh, feeling her silky-smooth flesh beneath my palms and finger's breadth, as I devoured her pussy. Her pubic hair's-breadth caressed my cheeks as I pressed my face tight into her snatch. I licked and flicked my lingua through her folding. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her lemony cream pouring out of her and onto my tongue. I dived through her folds and brushed a membrane stretched across her pussy 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My cock throbbed. I had n't gone soft like I normally would after cumming. I groaned, my cock twitching with my pounding core as I feasted on my baby 's delicious snatch. I licked and lapped, sliding my glossa up and down my faithful. I did n't hump 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 redder and redder. Her handwriting squeezed her firm tits as she undulated her articulatio coxae. She ground her snatch on my oral fissure as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in deep breaths between moaning my name while to a greater extent and more of her tart juices flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every drop I could, my tongue brushing her clit. She shuddered. I flicked her clitoris 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 spit about it, I stroked in fast circuit around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

succus squirted from her twat. I jumped back in daze, her pick flooding down my face as my Sister thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in tongue-tied passion as I realized she came. That she 'd ejaculated and coated me in her tangy delight.

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

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

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

"And you have to touch my pussy whenever you want,"she added, fingers digging so cryptic into her mamilla."And I know you want to adjoin my pussy right now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous touch of our flesh. The spousal relationship of our consistency. I licked my mouth, tasting more of her tangy passion. With a growl, I pounced on her. I landed on her body, the bed creaking beneath her. Her work force shot down, grasping my dick.

With a naughty smile spreading across her flushed cheeks, she brought me to her virgin pussy. She pressed me right wing against her cherry. She rubbed my cock up and down her drip snatch. She was so hot.

"stock me, brother !"she moaned."I love you so much. I want to ingest 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 sister 's cherry.

I sank into her hot, untouched depths. Her incestuous case sank around my cock. I groaned. We came from the same flesh. From the same womb. We had the Lapp DNA interior of us. This was so incorrect. So forbidden.

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my sister grueling, letting her taste her pussy as I fucked her pussy. My pelvic arch moved on their own, pumping with a dire need. I was in my first girl. My sister ... I was fucking my Sister. This was incredible.

I groaned into the osculation, the delight caressing my putz. delight spilled through me. An aching built and built at the tip, driving me to address forward. My balls smacked into her taint, growing tighter as my next incumbrance of cum built in them.

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

I fucked her harder. I wanted to take my clip, but I was too randy. This was all to much. My sister was my whore. I could give the woman I love do anything. And that would twist her on. She would cum so operose for me, doing any vitiate thing I wanted.

And I had early sisters.

I broke the buss,"holy jack !"I panted."I can get people to do anything."

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

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

She beamed at me, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting peter. And that made her cunt feel even better. The silken friction burned around my pecker. The heat sank through my shaft to my balls, bringing my cum closer to erupting into her productive depths.

I kissed her again, her breasts rubbing on my chest. I loved the feel of her beneath me, her thighs locked about my shank, our bodies intertwined. United. Oh, we would do such racy things together. We would fuck each other so difficult. We would turn Valarie into a harlot and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would have it away her eighteen-year-old pussycat so hard.

Together with my ducky sister.

Our tongues wrestled as our eubstance pumped together. My prick pistoned in and out of her slit faster and faster. My balls smacked on her flesh. I held my Sister, loving the feel of her. Loving her so much.

"Alison !"I groaned, breaking the kiss, so close to cumming. My pecker throbbed, ached. I hit that point where I could n't stop thrusting, on the brink of erupting. I just needed a few more accident into her hot, mean sheath and I 'd shed into her.

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

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my sister 's pussy with my incestuous seed. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her cunt went wild about my dick. Her flesh spasmed about it, milking my cock, increasing the rapture shooting through me.

Intense ecstasy slammed into my mind. I groaned, every musculus in my body buzzing in delight. Stars burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My dick quivered inside her cunt 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 forefather bellowed from below."The fucking game 's on ! And when are you going to pop dinner ? Your little baby 's hungry !"

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

"She needs to learn,"Alison said, stroking my book binding."And so does Dad."

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

To be continued ...