brother 's Mind-Controlled babe
A story of the Institute of nonsuch Research
Chapter One : chum 's Cherry Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Alex strode through the halls of The Institute of Apotheosis. For about applied science companies, having a eighteen-year-old with no college degreewalking through it would be unusual. But the Institute was n't to the highest degree companies. They had a higher role than just making the fresh gimmick or killer app. They were in the business concern of making gods.

Some might call them a cult.

Because they followed the instruction of their dead founder, Dr. Henry Peter Blavatsky, they found it necessary to keep the running of the troupe as more of a family business concern. Alex was the son of the Institute 's prexy, Deidre Icke.

Another thing that made the Institute unique was the sound of sex echoing through the halls. Alex passed by Department of Scrying, the door open, the moan of two young girls echoing from inside. He had a glimpse of Cindy and Mindy, eighteen-year-old twin sisters, kissing each former as they lay atop a tabular array, their Fatherhood, the managing director of the department, fucking one of their tight, young cunts.

Alex 's cock 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 dick wet. He wanted to slip into his female parent 's pussycat. To feel the hot, tight cocktail dress of the pussy that had brought him into the world wrapped about his prick.

The number 1 three new gods had taught the cosmos 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 mother 's office staff, bursting in and groaned at the sight of Deidre Icke bent over her own desk, her ass a undimmed cherry-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 Marilyn Horne, had taught the world that after learning his own wife had an adulterous affair.

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

CRACK !

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

CRACK !

"You 're just in sentence,"Alexis, Alex 's twin sister, said. She sat naked on a chairman, rubbing her barely legal twat messy with their Church Father 's cum."The dawdler 's just about to pretermit off the 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. forefather could enjoy their daughters. Mother 's their Word and girl. Even sisters could make out each other.

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

"Yeah,"Alex groaned, unable to pull up his eyes away from that naughty sight.

CRACK !

The Institute had n't anticipated what the new god had taught them, but they were Thomas More than willing to follow them. The 12 new gods would vary the earth. They would reawaken man to church property.

And the Institute would be their most perfervid disciples.

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

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

I grinned, staring at the CRT screen, dodging the incoming attack from an opposition player. 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 loud enough.

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

I sucked in a deep breath, gripping the black controller tight in my hand."mother fucker,"I muttered."hombre, I got to go."

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

"Yeah, my dad 's calling."I hated living at family. twenty dollar bill and poor, I did n't hold many selection. I worked voice clock time, using the money to help oneself pay the bills since my dad had"hurt"his rear on the job and now spent his handicap imbibing as often beer as he could.

arse. I did not jazz what my mother ever saw in him. I could only ideate she would birth divorced him if she had n't died.

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

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

I threw undetermined my room access and stepped into the hall, running a uneasy hand through my dark-brown hair. He sounded actual drunk and fighter. The contusion from his last tantrum had faded. I knew I 'd take more. He never beat my three sister.

Only me.

Alison 's door opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her head out, her light-brown hair falling in unloosen ignition lock about her narrow-minded expression. She was my pet Sister. The only one that gave a diddly about me. My older sister was a cunt and Livie, the baby of the family, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was more than my baby, she was my friend. She was someone I could talk to. Someone that understood.

"good lot,"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 take my fourth dimension, but that would just make him angrier.

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

There was no blooming jurist in the world. If there was, Mom would be alive and this asshole would be dead.

I found my dad in the kitchen, my quondam sis Valarie with him. She had her arms crossed beneath her heavy boob contained in a baby-doll tee shirt. The adulteress dressed to prove off her consistency and our Fatherhood ... He appreciated it. With her bleached-blonde hairsbreadth, she looked like our mother, but I doubt our mother ever dressed like a streetwalker. I mean, those short circuit were so tight Valarie had a cameltoe.

roll in the hay 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 irritation out of my voice. My disgust rose in my stomach, a burning churn of acid, at the sight of the bleary-eyed, balding man before me, his white shirt stained and stretching over his beer cut, an in of flabby, hairy belly exposed thrusting over his jeans.

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

"What about it ?"I asked.

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

My eyes flicked to my sis. The twenty-year-old kick licked her lips, her hazelnut tree eyes smirking.

"I did n't withdraw them,"I protested. The one thing my begetter cared about was his beer. But how he could think of how many were in a event, I did n't know.

Drinking held little appeal to me after seeing it transmute my father into this piece of shit before me, his intimation reeking of that moody drink, his eyes bloodshot. He took a footfall towards me and threw the cardboard box to the primer. It bounced on the lino floor and slid into my feet.

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

That fucking gripe. I glared at Valarie and she had this smile on her lips, this smirk of triumph. Of row she was sneaking beers. She had one of her friends over. That bitch thought she could get away with anything.

And she could. In that miserly 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 fists balling.

"Do n't telephone your sister that !"bellowed Dad."She 's the only one in the fellowship that does her chores. If it was n't for her, you would n't have any intellectual nourishment to eat, you unthankful little 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 arms, taking the blast on my shoulder. pain throb as I stumbled back. He had meaty hands, so blockheaded and perfect for battering me. His putrid breath washed over me as he roared his bibulous rage at me.

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

Dad kicked me.

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

I covered my head, my entire dead body tensed and—

The blow hit my broken back. Thudding pain rippled through me. I grit my teeth, grunting. I did n't require to cry out. I did n't need to give him the gratification. I tensed before each blow, took it with a grunt, my heart screaming in my chest, my blood pounding through my veins. A hot haste beat in my spike as he kicked me over and over.

"shtup !"

boot !

"Useless !"

bang !

"Son !"

boot !

My anger boiled through me as the pain throbbed through my back. I clenched my fists, fingers biting into my laurel wreath. My bunghole dad grunted over me. He wheezed like a talebearing bellows, sucking in breathing time, exerting himself for once.

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

The linoleum felt cool on my impudence, soothing away the burning pain in the ass. I groaned, rolling onto my cover. bruise throbbed on my back. I stared up at the cap, I hated living here, wanting to escape. To take some command over things. I wanted to have the specialty to fight back.

My phone in my sac dinged. A text message.

"shag,"I groaned, every movement made my dead body throbbing. Burning ache rippled through my body. I pulled it out and stared at it, frowning.

kudos Randy Lyons ! ! !

You have been chosen by our top squad of investigator for our exciting new mathematical product ! The glory is the response to all your life 's motive. Tired of your father 's tempestuous demands ? Tired of feeling like you have no command ?

well you 're in luck. Our patented Halo mind ascendancy technology will reserve you to learn control of the people in your life and cast them to your wishes.

I know you are as excited as we are by this awing possibleness. Out of all the million of citizenry in this world, we think you are one of the TWELVE favorable campaigner to utilize this ground-breaking technology.

So extolment and get cook to seize your new life !

Your package should arrive in moments by radio-controlled aircraft. Enjoy !

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

chairwoman of The Institute of Apotheosis inquiry

"Fuck,"I groaned, my body too sore to even process whatever stupefied dirt this substance meant. Probably pussyhunter69 getting back at me for dropping the game in the midsection of a match.

The pain in my back grew. I wanted to lie here, never moving again, but soon the bruise throbbed to much. With a oink, I forced myself to bear. 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 chair, passed out from the exertion of his beating.

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

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

I trudged up the stairs and barreled through my doorway into my room. I collapsed on my bed, lying on my belly. I rested my forefront on my pillow, trying to push aside the pulsing ache of the bruise on my backrest. I 'd sense this whacking for days.

"Fucking Valarie,"I muttered.

The doorbell rang.

I did n't give a shit.

I just stared at my TV, a orthogonal glower from my window shining in the pep pill right corner. I did n't have got the strength to do anything. Frustrated bother 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 ground together.

"You got a software program,"Alison said.

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

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

radio-controlled aircraft ? The text content popped into my mind. But I just did n't manage because I saw what was on the pack : the bright down in the mouth ice plurality.

Alison set the box on the floor then she scooped off the ice pack and pulled up my t-shirt. She winced, shaking her head, her eyes growing watery. She placed the camp down on one of those pulsing, throbbing centers 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 titty at dad and blamed it all on me,"I groaned.

Alison made a disgruntled 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 take his whacking then ?"I stared at her."Valarie shakes her pap, and Livie just has to flitter her middle and cry like a baby."

Alison gave me such a sad smiling. Her eyes swam with fluent emotion. She looked away, clearing her throat. Then she picked up the software program and pulled it onto her lap. She stroked the cardboard, brushing the packing tape sealing it closed.

"It 's so unusual,"she said after a moment, her vocalisation strained, tight."There 's no recurrence address on here. No shipping recording label. Just your name."

"Weird,"I grunted, wanting to hug her, but that have in mind moving. And the ice mob felt so amazing, the frigidity seeping through my spinal column, 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 laggard 's had installed the spy cameras through the new god 's house. Alexis took his deal, giving it a squeeze, the biovular Twin eager to see what their new god had to teach.

Their mother sat, gingerly, at her figurer, manipulating the photographic camera. She cycled it through the house, new security system television camera feeds flashing across the filmdom. A man with a beer gut snored on a recliner appeared in one, the TV performing before him. A eighteen-year-old missy lay on her back, texting on her phone in the next. Then an previous fille, twenty dollar bill with big tits and bleached-blonde hair, walked out the front door.

"There he is,"Deidre Icke said on the next shifting. She pointed at the god lying on his tum on his bad, an ice pack on his back. A girl his age, both nineteen or 20, sat beside him."Randy Lyons and his centre babe, Alison."

"He has a babe ?"Alexis said.

"deuce-ace,"their mother answered.

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

"Please, please, unwrap it,"prayed the naked Alexis, making her Pres Young, unwaveringly breasts jiggle.

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

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

"I was ten,"I said with a flush. 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 recording game,"she said, entertainment in her voice.

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

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

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

"Right, a put-on,"she said, pulling out a amber ring that looked like a circlet, sized big enough to fit my nous. She furrowed her brow, staring at it."Do you think I 'm that green, Randy ?"

"Well, you did consider me when I told you that the X-ray photograph eyeglasses worked but could n't see through metal."

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

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

My sister giggled for a moment, twisting the aureate hoop between her fingers."No, she did not."

"So you 're gullible."

"I was nine,"she said, giving me a direct expression."You 're the one that bought them. And since you 're football team calendar month aged than me, you should have known better."Then, before I could object, she placed the favourable ring on my head.

I gasped at the heating system swelling about my head. Alison gave a shriek and thru herself back so tough that she fell off my bed. The dance band prickled about my skull. My brain fuzzed for a moment. My stallion body shook and the pain ... The pounding, aching, pulsing contusion across my physical structure, the ones not numbed by the ice pack, faded away. The rawness vanished.

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

"What ?"My thinking 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 hands through my hair, searching for the amber gang. I felt her set it on me. And ... Nothing. My fingers stroked through my scant, dark hair. frown, I looked around on the bed for it. it must have fallen off. It could n't have melted into me.

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

"I 'm not pranking you,"my sister said, her spokesperson 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 principal."right wing, 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 throw a choice,"she said, sitting up."Who sent this to you ?"She grabbed the box and pulled out an didactics manual of arms."The Institute of nonpareil ? What is that ?"

"nonesuch means falling towards immortal,"I said."It 's a Hellenic language term for something becoming a god."

"You are such a dweeb,"Alison said, her eyes flicking to a bookshelf covered in Brandon Sanderson, Steven Erikson, R.A. Salvatore, Kevin J. Sherwood Anderson, Robert Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, R. George C. Scott Bakker, and Terry Goodkind Christian Bible. Then she opened the manual and flipped through it, her eyebrows furrowing.

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

"It says the halo contained nanomachines that have bonded with your psyche. It gives you the tycoon to visualise your brainwaves onto another individual and ascendancy them."She looked up at me."Why would they send this to you ? I mean, you 're my brother. You 're zippo special or important."

"Because I 'm a nerd,"I said, shrugging. What secret plan was she up to ? How far would she rent this ? I had to see out."Stand on one foot."

My thoughts buzzed worse.

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

"I did n't even have a pick,"she said, lowering her give human foot to the land."I just had to do it."

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

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

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

Alison balanced on her rectify leg again, giving me such an annoy look."You have the top executive to control my consistence, 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 ?"

needle stabbed into my brain. lather broke out across my head. I grabbed my temple, groaning.

At the same time, my sister said,"To draw me to tell 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 process, I asked,"If you do n't want me to sleep together about your secrets, why did you just resolve the question that way ?"

"Because I want you to know,"she said, her look going meter red, her center wild. She waved her weapons system, fighting to check her counterweight."I 'm just too mortified to ever let you know."She pleaded at me with her center, but I could n't enjoin if she wanted me to break or keeping going."Unless you ... make me."

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

"That I want to induce sex with you !"She screamed out the words. She let out a whimpering moan, her arms windmilling to keep her equilibrium."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 perch in my dungaree. warmth flushed through my organic structure. moving-picture show of my sis lying on her back, her unit of ammunition breasts jiggling naked, her hands plunged between her second joint, assaulted my mind. My sum pounded as I stared at her.

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

"You want to have sex with me ?"

"So badly."She shivered which made her tilting board. She let out a footling screeching, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her weight backward to try and kibosh her decline. But she overcompensate."No !"

Alison crashed onto her back.

I gained my infantry to help her, a jape about to burst from my rim. Served her right to take on the game this far. But a facial expression of affright stroke across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt puppy. She gained her feet and immediately went to balancing on one invertebrate foot. binge fell down her cheeks.

"I 'm so sorry. I 'm so no-account. I tried, Randy. I tried to obey you. I 'm so sorry."

Jesus of Nazareth. Seeing the tears flood down her nerve made me unsay. She was n't playing around. She could n't talk through one's hat that desperate apology. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she had n't even done it on determination. She just lost her balance.

"It 's okay,"I told her, a petite crackle danced on my thoughts, just the lightest of buzzing."You do n't have to cry. You did n't do anything wrongly. You can stand up on both your feet."

The moment her left foot touched the ground, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my neck. I became so aware of my younger sister 's trunk against mine, her white meat so round, her anatomy slender and lithe. She almost had my height, a few in shorter. My subdivision went around her without mentation, holding her close.

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

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

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

Incest was incorrect, and yet ... She wanted me. A girl, even if she was my own sister, wanted me. And she was in my blazonry. If I told her to, she would have sex with me. My baby. Alison. The one appendage of my kinsfolk that was n't frightful to me. That cared about me. I could turn her into a jade like Valarie. I could fuck her so hard.

A cold-blooded twist writhed through my stomach.

Why would I need to do that to Alison ? Why would I want to offend her ? I would never anguish 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 hips and grinding her private parts against my dick. It throbbed in my blue jean. shiver raced through my body. My babe felt so in effect against me. So tender and lithe. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Then ..."She shook."Then you can state me ... enjoin me it 's okay. Tell me I do n't have to experience guilty for wanting to have it off 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.

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

I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My hired man drifted down her rear. Incest was wrong ... But my cock did n't care that she was my sister. She felt so howling in my arms. So sylphlike and beautiful.

"Incest is n't wrong,"I ordered. acerate leaf jabbed so mysterious into my encephalon. swarthiness fuzzed across my visual sense."You never have to experience shamed for wanting to have sex with your comrade. It 's okay for crony and sisters to enjoy each other."

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

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

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

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Alison let out such a relive moan into my neck opening. Then she pulled her head back. Her tumescent eyes stared into mine. The tear stains on her cheeks combined with her smile to make her so radiant, so feminine and alluring. She did n't suffer to be perfect to be beautiful. She could be so natural, 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 heart, kissing my get-go girl. I held her tight against me, loving the taste of her. The feel of her. She shuddered against me, her tongue brushing my back talk, caressing them.

My heart pounded faster and faster. My origin surged through my venous blood vessel. Boiling heating plant washed through my entire body. My dick pulsed and throbbed, struggling to divulge free of my blue jean. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those tractile cheeks through jumpy jean. I moaned into the kiss.

I loved my sister, too.

Our kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our tongues joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each former. Her bridge player shoved up my tee shirt, rubbing at my naked back. I did n't feel any pain from my bruise as she touched me, her fingers stroking fire across my back.

The blast raced to my cock. An inferno ignited.

I broke the kiss."Alison ..."

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

"Strip us naked and then we 're going to make dearest,"I ordered, my view fuzzing like thick wool ran across them."good now."

"Yes !"she moaned, her oculus so all-encompassing."You 're making me do what I 've always wanted. Ooh, yes, you can get to me do anything."She pulled off my shirt."You could wee me suck your tool. Or do anal retentive. I 'd consume to let you fuck your prick into my asshole if you ordered me to. And swallow. I 'll swallow all your cum if you tell me to."

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

"And I 'll have to let you cum in my kitty-cat. No security. You could breed me. I would n't give a selection. I 'd have to let you just oversupply my unprotected snatch."

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

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"she gasped, peeling off her top and revealing her daily round white meat 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 jeans with a frantic need to strip raw. I just watched her shove them down her coxa, her pantie matching her bra. A iniquity daub spread from her step-in'private parts. She was wet. She wanted this so badly. She kicked off her jeans, leaving them in a messy pile on the flooring, half inside-out before she reached behind her.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as she slipped off her bra, revealing the first-class honours degree ever pair of live on chest."A pal can touch his sister 's tits whenever he wants."

Prickling.

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

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

She fell to her articulatio genus before me. I groaned at the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, her firm tits jiggling, lust smoldering in her dark middle. She attacked the fastener of my jean then ripped down the zipper. She yanked off my pants and boxers in one movement. My dick bounced out before her face. She stared at it, shuddering.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

"Yes !"Alison opened her sassing and swallowed my tool 's tip.

I groaned at the feel of her hot rima oris around my cock. Her tongue fluttered around the crown as she sucked hard. Her impudence hollowed as she loved my tool. My clod clenched and tightened. A girl—my sister ! —sucked my dick. Gave me a blowjob.

It was incredible. Her sassing felt so wet and warm about it. The sensations shot through me. My balls boiled in an instant. I wanted to bask this, to relish her lips sliding up and down my dick, but I could n't. It felt so good.

And I had n't jacked off today.

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

She gulped down my cum as it spurted into her backtalk. The pleasure shot through me. Pulsing rapture that had me gasping and groaning. I grabbed her brown hair for support, clutching a handful of it as my torso swayed. It was incredible. It made masturbation feel so pathetic. Her sass sucked at my cock as it spurted, making every blast find more intense.

More powerful.

More right.

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

"tinker's dam,"I grunted as the survive spurt fired into her mouth. She sucked gruelling, gathering out the last drops.

Then she popped her mouth off and opened it extensive, making an aaahhing phone. 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 babe squirming her hip. She had a wet puss and ... I had watched a lot of smut. There were things I wanted to try before her pussy became too messy with my spunk.

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

"Yes !"she squealed and hopped up to her feet. She darted to the bed and threw herself down on it, legs unfold wide. Through her bush, I could see the besotted dent of her pussy part to show off her pink, wet frame."Sister have to let their brothers touch their cunt 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 relish this."

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

She shuddered on the bed, her middle so across-the-board like that was the greatest affair she 'd ever heard in her animation. She spread her legs even all-encompassing, practically doing the snag. Her titty jiggled, piled into two business firm mounds on her chest.

"feast on my cunt, Randy !"she moaned."Then breed me. Breed your sister ! brother have to breed their sisters."

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

She. Tasted. Amazing.

My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her tangy flavor. Her narrow face twisted with rapture. Her intact body heaved as my tongue flicked her clit peeking out of its sheepcote. Her branch spasmed. The bed creaked.

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

I feasted.

I grabbed her thighs, feeling her silky-smooth flesh beneath my palms and fingers, as I devoured her kitty. Her pubic hairsbreadth caressed my impudence as I pressed my face tight into her slit. I licked and flicked my tongue through her folds. I devoured every bit of her. I enjoyed her. Savored her tangy cream pouring out of her and onto my tongue. I dived through her crease and brushed a membrane stretched across her pussy 's entrance.

Her cherry.

My cock throbbed. I had n't gone gentle like I normally would after cumming. I groaned, my turncock twitching with my pounding essence as I feasted on my baby 's delicious snatch. I licked and lapped, sliding my tongue up and down my crimp. I did n't recognize what I was doing, I just had to try out her everywhere.

And she loved it.

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

Her face turned cherry and redder. Her hired man squeezed her business firm tits as she undulated her hips. She ground her bitch on my sassing as she shuddered and panted. She sucked in deep breathing space between moaning my name while More and more of her lemonlike juice flooded my mouth.

I lapped up every dip I could, my tongue brushing her clitoris. She shuddered. I flicked her clit again. She moaned and squeezed her tits. She liked that. She liked that a lot. So I attacked her bud. I flicked and swirled my clapper about it, I stroked in fast circles around it. And then I sucked on it.

"Randy !"she shrieked.

juice squirted from her slit. I jumped back in shock, her cream flooding down my aspect as my baby thrashed on my bed. She moaned out in incoherent passion 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 emollient flooding out of her, making a wet spot on the bed spread. I shuddered, my heart pounding as I drank in the sight of her. My shaft throbbed and ached.

"Yes, yes, breed me, brother !"she moaned."You have to. blood brother 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 recondite into her tits."And I know you want to touch my pussy justly now."

I wanted that forbidden, incestuous contact of our flesh. The union of our consistency. I licked my sass, tasting Sir Thomas More of her sourish passion. With a growl, I pounced on her. I landed on her torso, the bed creaking beneath her. Her manus shot down, grasping my dick.

With a risque grinning spreading across her red face, she brought me to her virginal pussy. She pressed me rightfulness against her cherry. She rubbed my dick up and down her dripping snatch. She was so hot.

"breed me, brother !"she moaned."I love you so very much. I want to give birth your sister even if I did n't have to be bred by you."

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

I popped my sister 's cherry.

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

And it felt so amazing.

I kissed my Sister heavy, letting her perceptiveness her pussy as I fucked her twat. My hips moved on their own, pumping with a desperate motivation. I was in my first 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 contamination, growing tighter as my succeeding freight 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 hornlike. This was all to much. My sister was my whore. I could pretend the cleaning woman I love do anything. And that would turn her on. She would cum so hard for me, doing any perverted thing I wanted.

And I had former sisters.

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

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

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

She beamed at me, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting gumshoe. And that made her slit flavour even better. The slick detrition burned around my tool. The heat energy 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 chest. 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 fuck each other so laborious. We would turn Valarie into a cocotte and Livie ... Livie into a baby-slut. I would jazz her eighteen-year-old puss so hard.

Together with my darling sister.

Our knife wrestled as our bodies pumped together. My dick pistoned in and out of her pussy 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 peter throbbed, ached. I hit that point where I could n't stop thrusting, on the verge of erupting. I just needed a few Thomas More throw into her hot, tight case and I 'd splatter into her.

"Yes, yes, cover me, Randy ! breed your Sister !"

I buried into her.

My balls convulsed.

My cum fired into her.

I flooded my Sister 's pussy with my incestuous germ. I shuddered as she squealed beneath me. Then her cunt went wild about my dick. Her pulp spasmed about it, milking my pecker, increasing the raptus shooting through me.

Intense disco biscuit slammed into my mind. I groaned, every muscle in my body buzzing in delight. whiz burst across my eyes, detonating into supernovas celebrating our incestuous passion. My peter quivered inside her twat 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 fraudulent scheme !"our father bellowed from below."The bang game 's on ! And when are you going to take up dinner party ? Your petty sister 's hungry !"

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

"She needs to memorise,"Alison said, stroking my vertebral column."And so does Dad."

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

To be continued ...