Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Dark Companion Author : MeatBot Keywords : Magic, mf, fg Date : 20141230 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=22469.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/DarkCompanion%20-%20Magic%20mf%2 0fg.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A young girl is befriend by a mysterious and sometimes evil spirit. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is all made up. I don't believe in the supernatural, but I will write stories about it. --==+==- Janie Austin was no ordinary child. She knew that from an early age, and the members of her family all figured it out, pretty quickly. Her brother and sister shied further and further away from her, as she grew up. She didn't scare them or anything, she just made them... uncomfortable, or something. It was hard to define. Janie's mom had her tested once, at a booth at the mall. The people there just went crazy, and advised her to put the child in all kinds of advanced classes, stuff for gifted children. They didn't have any idea how a child that young could be so smart. They didn't know what was telling her the answers. She didn't know, yet, at that age. Janie had grown up with something that followed her. Something that seemed to live in her mind, or maybe very close to it, anyway. A spirit, a force, call it what you will. It had just always been there. It felt natural to her. She was surprised when she finally realized that not everyone had a built-in friend like she did. She learned very quickly to keep her mouth shut, and keep her secrets to herself. That was just the start of what seemed to creep people out about her. People like her brother and sister. Janie's mom hadn't sent her to a special school, or anything, like the mall people recommended. She didn't want to spoil her childhood. Janie did well, in school, very well. Grade A well, when she got to the place where they gave out letter grades. Grade A plus, even. She loved science and math, and excelled at them. Her classmates learned very quickly to leave her alone, and not to make fun of her. She had ways, ways of getting her revenge. She frightened even the boys, at times. She made the teachers nervous, even though most of them found her a pleasure to teach. She just soaked things up like a sponge, and never forgot them. A few of them noticed that sometimes she just stared off in space like she was lost, but that was no big deal. Kids, both smart and dumb, did that too. When Janie got a little older, she began to communicate with her invisible friend on a more complex level. One day she was out in the back yard, under a tree, and she spoke with him, as she always did, by just thinking to him directly. He was always there, or he got there very quickly, if he was somewhere else. But, he always responded. "Bammi," she thought, and she felt his invisible nod of assent. Bammi was her childhood name for him, something from beyond her earliest memory. "Bammi, what is your real name? It's not really Bammi, is it?" He chuckled. "No, dear child. My real name is Mythraldykforjuhkuldam. You can call me Myth, if you wish to call me something other than Bammi." "Myth," she mused. She liked the name. It suited him, somehow. "Myth," she said. "What are you? Why is there only one of you? Is there actually only one of you?" He laughed again. "Are we getting curious?" "I just realized..." she said, somewhat at a loss for words. "I just realized I don't know anything about you. After all this time." "Well..." he paused dramatically. "There's not a lot to know. I'm part of you, like your big toe or your belly button. I've always been and will always be, like you, except that you don't remember the before, like I do. I've been places and done things, and I share the knowledge I've accumulated with you. I like to help you, when I can. And I take what I need to survive from you, although you don't notice it and it doesn't hurt you. Does that help explain things?" She was quiet for a moment. "But what are you?" she finally asked. He was quiet again, for a while. "You know, I don't really know," he finally said. "I just am. And, like you asked, I don't know of any more like me. That's part of why I like to stay around you. You are good company. You are my best friend." She thought some more. "Myth. Did you know you are mean sometimes?" He giggled, and she giggled back. "Yeah," he said. "I know it. I know that some of the things I tell you seem mean to you, but I have no sense of right or wrong, not like humans do. I just do what I want and say what I want." "I always do the things you tell me," she said, wanting his approval. She got it. "Yes, you are very good at that. Remember Benjamin and his cereal last week?" he giggled. She giggled again. Myth, well she'd thought of him as Bammi, then, anyway, she'd picked a huge booger out of her nose, and Bammi told her to put it in Benjamin's cereal. She did, and she'd giggled so much watching him eat the cereal that the whole family stared at her at one point. She wanted to tell on herself afterwards, just so Benjamin would know, but she didn't, she didn't want to get in trouble and she knew he'd run off crying like a tattletale. Myth was just like that. Sometimes he told her to do things, and she always did them. Sometimes the things were funny, and sometimes they were mean. Sometimes they were just plain naughty, like the things he told her to do at night with her... her mouse. Fun, she knew, but naughty. She still did whatever he told her, though. When Janie was twelve, she was still trying to figure out exactly who and what Myth was. She read books on the supernatural, and books on science. She never found anything close to what he was in the books. She wondered if he was a ghost, but he didn't remember ever being a person or dying. He just said he'd always been what he was. Crazy, she thought. She had an idea of becoming a scientist, just so she could study him. Or maybe a psychologist would be better. She didn't know. She had thought, at times, of mentioning him to a few of her teachers, adults that she trusted, but she somehow knew that they would probably question her sanity before they believed that Myth existed. She had asked Myth several times to say "Boo!" and scare people but he'd always refused and she didn't know if other people could even hear him if he tried. When Janie hit thirteen, she was a strikingly beautiful young lady. She was tall for her age, and had long thick white hair. Her face was well formed, and very attractive. Even her eyebrows were white. Her father had called her the "Ice Queen" once, and she secretly thought of herself as that. She was aloof, and cool. She kept to herself. She seemed to shun the company of other kids her age. That was usually fine with them, she scared them. Her fights with both girls and boys at school were legendary, not because of her physical strength, but because her vengeance was crushing and cruel beyond the typical teenager's comprehension. Of course, they didn't realize, it was Myth doing the directing behind the scenes. And Janie, along with Myth, seemed by now to have no real sense of right and wrong. Her parents had tried, but she'd outgrown their simple directives. She lived in a world all her own, inhabited by one other spirit... and he truly was a spirit. One day she was down by the creek, reading a book. A stray dog wandered up and sat by her, making her nervous at first but she soon realized it was friendly. She petted it cautiously, not wanting her hand to smell like dog. "See those funny round thing between his legs?" said Myth, and she laughed at him. "Myth. Those are his balls. I know what balls are." "Yes," said Myth. "So you do. Grab them, Janie." "Ewww..." she said, for once not instantly doing what he told her. "You want me to touch a dog's balls?" "Grab them and twist them. I want you to," said Myth. She sighed, and hesitantly reached for them. The dog seemed willing to let her touch his balls. They felt soft and warm in her hand. "Squeeze them, and twist," Myth said, and she did. The dog yelped and leapt to his feet and ran for his life. "Myth, that was mean," she said. "Why did you make me do that?" "I don't know..." he seemed honestly puzzled. "I get some... I dunno, some power or strength or something when you do things like that. I want you to do that to a boy your age, someday. That would really give me some... massive power." "Myth," she said, almost laughing. "I'm not going to touch a boy's balls. I'm sorry, but even I have my limits." "Oh, darling, there is so much more to do that just touch," Myth said. "I've got some ideas that you will..." "Myth!" she exclaimed. "Are you talking about sex?" "Well... sort of..." "Myth. If I ever have sex, will you hang around and watch? Or will you give me my privacy?" suddenly this was a very big issue with her. She had no intention of having sex yet, but she wasn't sure, as close as she was with Myth, that she wanted him in the background when she did it. "Janie..." He seemed apologetic, kind of humble. "We are tied together. We can't be separated. Even if I go away, I'll know. I know everything that you do. I'm sorry if that... bothers you..." Well, it did kind of bother her, even though she had already kind of known the truth of what he said. Shit, she thought. This was the first disadvantage to having him around that she'd seen. "Myth," she said, another thought coming into her head. "Can you kill people?" "I can't do it, darling," he said. "But I can show you how. Why, is there someone..." "No. Just wondering." --==+==- That night, she lay in bed, thinking. She was wondering more and more exactly what Myth was. She had no desire to be free of him, but she wondered if she ever would. If he was going to be part of her for the rest of her life. "Janie..." he spoke at last, deep in her mind. She giggled. She knew what was going to come next. This was a ritual they'd started, several years ago. It was something she enjoyed, and rarely did a night pass without them playing this particular game. "Janie... put your hands down there... between your legs," he said softly, and she complied. She had worn what she usually wore to bed, a short little nightgown, and no panties. Just for this reason. "Janie... touch yourself... rub it, girl. Rub your little rosebud." She began to rub her clit, finding it easily. It was a hard little bud of flesh, and it felt good. She felt a jerk in her legs. His voice was soft and seductive. She ran her fingertips up and down her stomach, and her thighs. She pulled her little breasts out of her nightgown and reached as far down as she could, trying to touch them with her tongue. Someday, my pretties, she thought. Someday. Myth got nastier and nastier. She followed his orders. She leaned onto her side, and plunged her finger into her anus, stopping to sniff the strong smell. She pumped her finger in and out of her butt, and tweaked her clit with her other finger. She felt her whole body jerk and twitch. She knew she was close. She finally came, sighing and moaning, stretching her legs out and curling her toes. Oh, that feels good, she thought, nothing feels as good as this. She wondered if she ever did it with a boy if it would feel this good. She didn't hardly see how it could. This felt pretty damn fine. She pulled her finger out of her ass, and wiped it on the bedsheets. She lazily drifted, further and further, until she was almost asleep. Myth was talking the whole time, lecturing her, his voice droning inside her mind. She had no idea what he was saying but she knew her mind was catching it, her subconscious. She finally went to sleep, his voice still in her inner ear. --==+==- The next day, in Calculus, they had a test. Janie breezed it, like she always did. Well, Myth breezed it, actually. Don't get me wrong, Janie was not dumb. She was smart, past smart for her age. She did most of the work. But the last twenty or thirty percent, the stuff that sent her right over the top, that was Myth. He gave her the answers. She just relaxed, sometimes, and he took her hand over and even drew the formulas out for her. And this time, to his credit, he tried to warn her that most of this stuff they hadn't studied yet. She didn't care. She just breezed right through it, with his help. She heard groans and moans and bitching throughout the whole class, but didn't think anything of it. Nobody likes pop quizzes. The teacher spent a few minutes at her desk looking at the papers, and then announced class was dismissed. As Janie walked past her desk, the teacher spoke her name and she stayed in the classroom when all the other students had left. "Janie," the teacher said. Her name was Miss Mangrum. "I actually gave that test to you alone. All these others are going in the wastebasket. I am keeping only yours." Janie nodded, still not understanding. "And I can see already that you aced this. Janie, this stuff is end-of-course college graduate school level. Where did you learn this?" Shit, Janie thought. It was a trap. She sighed. "Miss Mangrum. I'm just good at math. And I read a lot. It's all I do, really." "Shit." Janie was surprised to hear the woman cuss. "I've never seen anything like you, child. You sit in my class, daydreaming, your mind a million miles away most of the time, and make straight A's. And you can do this shit? I can't even do this shit." She shook the papers in Janie's face. She seemed frustrated. "I'm... I'm sorry, Miss Mangrum." Miss Mangrum laughed, almost bitterly. "Don't be sorry, child. You've got a gift most of us would kill for. I personally believe you're beyond genius level. I have no idea what comes after that. But you're there, girl. I know some people I'm gonna talk to. You are wasting your time in my class." --==+==- Janie walked home slowly, and thought deeply. She was still a little put out that she'd been trapped so easily. She decided to act just a little dumber, if that was possible. She'd get Myth to help her. He'd understand. He would know more than anybody that he couldn't afford to be exposed. As if anyone would even suspect, she thought. --==+==- That night, something happened. Something kind of weird, Janie thought, when she thought about it later. But, it happened. And it was all Myth's doing. Janie was all alone in the house with her older brother. Her parents and little sister had gone to a recital. He was sitting on the couch, doing his homework, as was she, across the room. To her surprise, Myth spoke to her. He hardly ever did, when people were around. But, this time, he did. "Janie," he said, and she replied, mentally. "Janie, I have something I want you to do. For me. Something to Benjamin." "Oh, Myth," she said. "Don't make me hurt him, please..." "This won't hurt," he said. "It will feel good. He'll like you for it." "What?" "I want you to go over to him and talk to him. Sit on the floor between his legs. I'll tell you the rest when you do that." Well, she thought, that is a little weird. She stood, slowly, and stretched. Benjamin looked up at her, and then back to his book. He was a senior, and had lots of homework. That's about all she ever saw him do. She approached him, and settled to the floor, almost between his knees, like Myth had said. He did look at her then, a puzzled and inquisitive gaze. "What?" he finally said. "Nothin'," she said, laughing slightly at him. She knew Benjamin didn't trust her totally, from things she'd done to him long ago. They had actually had little contact over the last few years, in spite of living in the same house. "Benji," she said. "How's school goin'?" There followed a few minutes of light conversation about school, and comparisons of teachers she had had that he'd also had. The conversation slowly died out as she ran out of things to talk about. "Ask about his girlfriend," Myth whispered in her mind. She did, and Benjamin grimaced. He wasn't doing to well in he girlfriend department, even she knew that. She tried to cheer him up, and tell him to just wait, it'll happen. But nobody likes to be told shit like that. "Lean forward. Put your hands on his legs." Myth whispered, and she did. Benjamin almost recoiled from the contact, and then seemed to relax. They talked some more. "Rub him," Myth whispered, seductively. "Rub him... there... on his penis..." Oh shit. Janie stopped for a moment. "Myth," she said, loudly in her mind. "He's my brother." "Ultimately, darling, it doesn't matter," said Myth, soothingly. "Just do this one thing, for me. And you won't realize it for a while, but it's for you, too." "For me? How can it be for me?" she thought, still a little agitated. She realized Benjamin was staring at her like she'd lost it. She realized that to him, she was totally spacing out. She sighed and smiled at him. "Janie, darling," Myth said smoothly, "someday this will all make sense." Well, shit, Janie thought, and before she could have second thoughts she reached over and put her hands right on Benjamin's crotch. He jumped like a snake had bit him. "Hey! Whattayou..." he was speechless after that, it seemed. She almost giggled. The things Myth thought up, they really got people, it seemed. This had gotten him for sure. "Say you want to see it," said Myth, as if she'd called him up. "Benjamin. Can I see it?" she asked, looking up at him. "Shit!" he squeaked. He seemed afraid to move. She continued to rub him, realizing that what she was feeling underneath his pants was getting harder and harder. He finally had enough. He scrambled backwards, up onto the couch. "Janie," said Myth. "Tell him you'll show him yours. Lift your skirt and show him your panties. You do have panties on, right?" Lord, thought Janie. But, hell, this was Myth's show. "Benjamin. I'll show you mine," she said. She stood slowly, and seductively lifted her skirt to let him see her panties. He stared, horrified but fascinated. "Pull down your panties some. Give him a little peek," said Myth softly. She did just that. She held her skirt up with her upper arms, and pulled her panties down until she knew he had a good view of her pussy. She was surprised how much it excited her to do it. Benjamin kind of deflated after that. He just stared down at her. "Janie..." he said, in a distant voice. "You are... my sister. This is... not right." "Oh, Benjamin. What is right and wrong, anyway?" she asked, annoyed, and not even needing Myth to coach her on that one. He was still staring at her exposed pussy. His mouth moved, but nothing came out. "Tell him to follow you upstairs if he's interested," said Myth, and Janie passed it on to him. She grabbed her books and went up to her room, really wondering what he'd do. She actually wanted him to come up, she realized. She really wondered what he looked like, underneath his pants. And why not my brother? she thought. She settled at her desk, and had worked for maybe five minutes when she heard a noise at the door. Ha ha, she thought, the little fish has taken the bait. She slowly turned, and there he stood. "Janie," he said, somewhat breathlessly. "What do you want from me?" She puzzled for a moment, waiting on Myth, but Myth was silent. "Just to... see it." she finally said. "You said... you said you'd show me yours," he said. She nodded. "Sure," she said. "Sure." He entered the room, and closed the door. He locked it carefully. He turned to face her. She realized her heart was pounding. "Now what," he said. She made an imperious motion, indicating him to pull his pants down. "Oh shit," he finally said, and she almost giggled. He slowly unsnapped his pants, and very slowly, hesitantly, lowered them. He still had his underwear on, and she could see something beneath it poking out. He looked at her one last time, almost pleading, it seemed. She smiled and nodded. He slowly pulled his underwear down, and his cock sprang out, free. Oh goodness, she thought, so that's what it looks like. It was fleshy, and hard looking, and it stuck straight out. It was pink, like the rest of him, and had a funny cap thing on the end of it. The rest of it had blood vessels on it, and he had a curly nest of hair at the base of it. "Janie," Myth had reappeared. "Take it in your hands. Rub it." She moved forward, as if sleepwalking. Benjamin watched her approach, like a sparrow watches a cobra. She slowly reached out her hands, and touched him. He felt good, she realized. Hard, but soft. Warm. Nice and warm. She realized she had just wondered what it would feel like to rub it on her face. She leaned down, and rubbed it on her face. She heard Benjaman draw a convulsive breath. She gently kissed it, on the cap on the end, almost laughing to herself. She realized that, Myth or no Myth, he was totally in her power, now. He was lost to her. She wondered if she was fulfilling one of his fantasies. Not about her, necessarily, but about have his dick played with. She knew it mattered less to guys who did the playing. She was right. She rubbed him softly, gently, for a few minutes. His breath was heavy. She could tell he was enjoying what she did. "Oh, god, baby..." Benjamin finally said. "Drop to your knees," said Myth softly in her mind. She dropped. "Oh god..." said Benjamin, again. "Janie. Put it in your mouth. Suck on it. Move it in and out, and suck on it." Like she was hypnotized, she bent down slightly, and took his cock in her mouth. It felt good to her, hard, and warm. She let it slide deeper into her mouth, and the gloried in the feel of it. It was a stiff tube of flesh, and it was in her mouth. My brother is in my mouth, she told herself. It excited her. It felt good. She closed her lips, and sucked. He groaned. She slid it out, and then back in, and sucked again. He groaned again, and she almost giggled. "Be ready to swallow," Myth said softly, and she mentally nodded. She'd heard about this part from a girlfriend, who'd seen it in the movies. She kept sucking, her hands at the base of his cock. One hand wandered down and caressed his balls, and she thought of that poor dog for a moment. Yes, Myth, she thought, I'm playing with another set of balls. But I'm not gonna squeeze these. Luckily, Myth didn't ask her too. He seemed far away, at the moment, and she was glad. This seemed like a private moment to her, just her and her brother, enjoying a little private time. She knew she wouldn't be happy unless she could do this again. Lots of times. Nonetheless, she was surprised when he suddenly came. He seemed a little surprised, too. Her mouth filled with his semen, and it was all she could do to keep it in. She finally swallowed, and gasped for air, and continued to suck as he sprayed again and again in her mouth. When he finally stopped she giggled and swallowed and ran her lips down his cock one last time. She looked up at him and smiled coyly and he smiled down at her. His flaccid penis amused her and she jiggled it with her hand and they both laughed some more. "Did you like that?" she finally asked, and he nodded effusively. "It was great... thanks so much... I never dreamed..." "Never dreamed what," she said. "That your sister would put your weenie in her mouth?" "Yeah, that," he said, still smiling. About that time they heard car doors below. "Oh, shit!" he said, scrambling to get his pants back up. She opened the door to her room and wiped her mouth to make sure all the sperms were off of it. They heard the front door open below. "Janie..." he said, urgency in his voice. She turned to him. "You said... you said you'd show me... yours." "And I will," she kissed him on the nose, "First chance we get. I promise." She actually looked forward to that, too. That sounded as fun as this. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she spread her legs for him. She was going to blow his mind, she was sure. --==+==- School was a bit more fun, the next day. No tests, at least. Two days after, that, though... not good. In the middle of first hour, a runner showed up with a note and Janie left class and followed him back to the main office. There a group of people waited for her. Oh, shit, she thought. She knew what this was about. Sure enough, Miss Mangrum was there, and introduced her to three people, two men and a woman. Janie didn't even try to remember their names. The five of them went into an empty classroom, and the tests began. One of the men was a psychologist, and he talked to Janie first, and longest. First about small stuff, school, home... her life in general... but before long she realized his questions were hard to answer... and sometimes deeply personal. He finally had enough, and the real tests began. Janie wasted ten minutes talking to Myth, pleading with him, really, wanting him to make all this just go away. She didn't want to look too smart for the people, but she knew after acing the test the other day she couldn't look too dumb, either. Myth agreed with that, but that's about all he did. He was ready to help her with the numbers, but she decided he wasn't much help with the mental part of it, deciding how to handle the confrontation. She finally sighed, and let him do the math on the tests. When it was finally over they let her go back to her third hour, now in session. The school day finally got over, blessedly, and she trudged home. --==+==- Benjamin was there, and Teresa, her little sister. Oh shit, she thought again. Benjamin kept making eyes at her, like he had been the last two days. She knew what it was about. She owed him a pussy peek. She'd spent a lot of time in thought about what had happened, between the two of them. On one level she didn't have any reservations about the fact he was her brother. Her mind no longer worked that way about right and wrong. To her, right was what she wanted to do. Wrong was if someone stood in her way. She was starting to wonder if Benjamin was who she wanted to lose her virginity to. He was nice, he'd always been nice to her, even when they were distant. She liked this new closeness, if you could call it that, after one quick fling. She planned on more flings with him. Finally, blessedly, Teresa asked if she could go next door to her friend's house. Both Janie and Benjamin assured her it would be okay, and off she went. Janie gave Benjamin a wicked grin as the girl departed. She crooked her finger at him and he followed her up to her room. They entered, and she locked the door behind them. She could see he was almost panting for breath, and she looked at his crotch to see if he was hard. To her satisfaction a lump was protruding outwards. Good, she thought. Good. "Benjamin," she said seductively. "Do you wanna see my pooh-see?" He just nodded, standing there with his arms hanging at his side. She could tell he was eager, eager for beaver. Janie was wearing her school uniform, a blue skirt and a plaid shirt. She slowly stripped her shirt off, and unsnapped her bra. She wanted to give him a good show. She sat on the bed, after sliding her skirt down her legs. "Benjamin, dearest," She said, "If I'm to show you mine, why don't you get yours out, too?" She sat there in her panties while he worried his zipper down, and pulled his cock and balls out of the slit. He was good and hard, that was for sure. He was hard as a rock. "Ahh, yes," she said, satisfied. She slid her panties down, and kicked them off. She sat, stark naked, on the edge of the bed. "On your knees please," she told him, and he dropped obediently. She spread her legs apart slowly, and he came forward. She lay back on the bed, and sighed contentedly. He just looked, for a while. Then she felt him tentatively touch her, on her pussy lips. She sighed again, "Oh yes, yes," and he touched her with more authority. His hands felt good on her body. He was resting his upper arms on her thighs, and his hands got more and more busy with her pussy. He spread her lips apart, and spread her whole pussy. She felt his breath on her as he approached and obviously sniffed her. That turned her on, she hoped she smelled good for him. Of course he likes it, she thought, it smells like pussy. All boys like the smell of pussy, even if it's their first time. The touch of his tongue so quickly startled her. She almost had figured she'd have to talk him into it. But she'd started the ball rolling the other night when she'd taken him into her mouth. He was returning the favor. He licked her right on her clit and her whole body tensed and relaxed. Damn, she thought, do that again. That felt good. She made a noise that she hoped sounded encouraging. She felt him laugh softly and he licked her again and again. She was in heaven. Her clit was so sensitive she often had trouble keeping her own hands off of it. And it was a hundred times better when somebody else was doing it. She relaxed and enjoyed the touch of his tongue. She knew she tasted good. She'd tasted herself, just last night. Pussy, with a hint of sweat. Good shit. She began to feel the familiar twinges in the backs of her legs. She was going to cum. She reached down and gently put her hands on the side of his head, pulling him into her slightly. He got the hint, and licked harder. His tongue felt like a cat's, rough and smooth at the same time. And good... damn, but it felt good. She locked her knees, and curled her feet down. She came, mightily. Her whole body shook and trembled. It was a good cum, a damn good one. He was good. He was a good pussy-eater, she decided. She floated for a while, on a sea of pleasure. To her displeasure, Myth picked that moment to speak to her. But what he said interested her. "Janie, I can make that even better, if you want me too... I can make it last a lot longer..." "Yes," she projected to him mentally, "please... do it..." "Next time you cum, then. Tell Benjamin to keep going, until you cum again." Benjamin was slowing, thinking it was over. "Darling," she said, "keep going. I can do it again if you keep going." She didn't really know if she could do it again, she just hoped. She'd never done two in a row, but she knew it was possible from things she'd read in Cosmo. She hoped, god, she hoped she could do it again. He continued to lick her with fervor, lapping up the juices that had dripped from her cunt. She tasted so good to him, she tasted like a taste of heaven. He just couldn't believe this was happening. His sister, his own sister, and he was so deeply in love with her now that he didn't think he'd ever get free. She was so perfect to him, now. And to think he didn't used to like her. Now she was the most desirable thing in the universe to him. He wanted to seize her and hold her forever. He licked, and licked until he felt her start to cum again. He was proud to be able to do that for her. She finally twitched and writhed on the bed, cumming hard, and he licked her all the harder. And she came and came. The seconds stretched into a minute. And still she came. He didn't really know that it was usually over pretty quick, for all he knew this was normal. And, at least, he was enjoying it almost as much as she was. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it as he licked her. After two minutes it almost began to hurt. Janie felt cramps starting in her legs. Finally, with a glorious afterglow she came down from the high. She sent a quick mental thank-you to Myth and tried to catch her breath. "Thank you, Bennie..." she finally managed and he smiled. He thought he'd done it all. Let him think that, she told herself. "We'll have to do that again. Soon," she murmured, and he agreed. "Janie..." he said, almost shy, now. "Can I stick it in you? Just a little ways?" Hell, she thought. Why not. She smiled up at him, and nodded her head. She scooted further out on the edge of the bed. Her bed was high and it was almost the perfect height. This should be fun, she thought. He stood, and nestled himself inbetween her legs. She felt his dick touch her leg and then she felt it right in the middle of her pussy. The head of his dick was pushing slightly into her and it felt good. She opened her mouth to tell Benjamin that he couldn't cum inside her because she didn't want to get pregnant. That was one thing she really feared. "Janie..." Damn. It was Myth again. Janie wondered if he was enjoying himself, getting to peek on her as she had sex with her brother. She wondered if he was drawing power from all this. After all, this was all his idea to start with. "Janie," Myth said. "I can keep you from becoming pregnant. Don't worry about it. I'll stop his sperms from meeting your eggs." "Thank you, Myth," she thought, pleased. "Benjie..." she murmured, now happy. "Do it, push it in!" He pressed into her body slowly and insistently. She felt the head of his penis enter her and oh... it felt good. She felt full as he pushed further and further into her. He instinctively backed out and pushed in, wetting the shaft of his cock with her juices. His dick might as well have been made of ironwood, it was so hard. He felt wild, and strong, as he fucked his sister. He felt like the most powerful man in the world. At last his groin contacted hers. He was as deep as he could go. He felt the cap of his dick rubbing on things deep inside of her. He pulled out a ways, and pushed in again. God, that felt good, they both thought at the same time. He did it again, and again. Soon he had a good rhythm going. He pumped her, and it slowly turned into pounding. He pounded her, and she began to squeal softly and jerk in time with his strokes. She had never dreamed regular sex could feel so good. Playing with herself felt good, but this? Damn, this felt good. His dick wasn't huge, by any stretch, but it filled her up, and it felt damn fine. You can fuck me any old time, she thought to herself. I have a new ambition in life. I just wanna be fucked. She came, yet again, for the third time that evening. And this was the big one. Myth was there, right in the middle of it, doing whatever he did, and Janie came and came and came again. The minutes stretched, and finally Benjamin, with a jerk and a cry, came himself. Myth even helped him slightly, to the best of his abilities, and Benjamin came for a good thirty seconds, his prostate milking his balls dry, until, as it had for Janie, it almost hurt. It felt so damn good that it almost hurt. He finally pulled his cock out of her, and staggered to the bed and fell beside her. "Oh, goddam," was all he could say. "Oh, fuck, shit, goddam," Janie giggled. She was feeling pretty good. Her pussy tingled and pinged to itself like a car engine cooling off. It felt good. Her whole body felt good. She made a vow to somehow figure out how to do this every night. This was just too much. Too damn much fun to pass up. She rolled over onto Benjamin and wrapped her arms around him. They just laid there for a while, holding each other. "Benjie," she finally said. "We gotta get up. Teresa might come back. And Mom and Dad will be home soon." "Shit," he groaned, and they got up and got dressed. When their parents came in they were just finishing up their homework. --==+==- The next day after school they had a long talk about what they'd done. Teresa was gone to dance and they just sat on the couch, holding each other, and talked about what they'd done. "I didn't know it went on for so long," Benjamin finally said. Janie nodded. "It usually doesn't, not when I do it for myself," she she said. "I think it was because we were doing it to each other... and maybe because we love each other so much..." "Janie..." Benjamin stared at her, pleading with his eyes. "I love you. I love you so much..." "I love you too, darling," she said, and met his lips with hers. "How much time do we have?" he asked her. She knew what he had in mind. "Dad will be back any time. We can't." she said, sadly. "Janie. We have to do that again. It was... fabulous," he said. "I know. And it was. And we will." her mind raced. "After everybody goes to bed... I'll sneak into your room... it's the furthest away from Mom and Dad's room. I'll visit you tonight, okay?" He nodded eagerly. He was hooked on her, she knew. She was pretty hooked on him, truth be known. If he could do that for her consistently. Well, she knew some of it was Myth's doing, but still... --==+==- That night after the house was quiet Janie snuck down the hallway to Benjamin's room. She carefully and quietly entered his room and shut the door, wincing at the loud click of the lock. "Benjamin," she whispered, and he sat up in bed. "Do you have a game we can get out and make it look like we're doing that, if somebody comes and knocks?" He dragged a board game from under his bed, and they set it up in the floor like they were playing it. That would be a good excuse if their parents wondered what she was doing in his bedroom at this hour. She finally stripped her nightgown off, and carefully laid it out over a chair so she could just drop in back over her head in a hurry if she had to. All Benjamin was wearing was a pair of pajama pants, and he stripped those off. She was pleased to see his cock was already ready to play. "Benjamin. Just stand there." she whispered, and knelt before him. His stiff cock felt good in her mouth and she sucked hard on it. Before long he was groaning with pleasure and she was having some fun of her own. She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth and she loved running her tongue along it and feeling the cap of it on her lips. She could feel his prostate clenching and other things deep inside of him moving about. It was all he could do to keep from cumming, but he somehow did. He was anxious to fuck her, he didn't want to waste his cum before that. He stroked her ears and hair, still enjoying the sensations of his cock in her mouth. She was a good cocksucker, he decided. A damn good one. She finally had enough, and they moved onto his bed. She lay on her back, and he crawled on top of her, stopping at her pussy. He could wait, he decided, fucking could wait a while, and let him do this. He loved the smells and tastes of her sweet cunt. He licked her clit until she had a nice long cum, again surprised at how long she went. He'd read on the internet just that afternoon that the average female orgasm was seven to twenty seconds, or something ridiculously small. He could tell she was going minutes at it. He was glad for her but surprised. And his, last night... it had gone on forever. The times he'd jerked off didn't last nearly as long, he thought. There's just something about this girl, he realized. She brought out the best in him. Myth just sat back, deep inside Janie's mind, and watched. Watched, and grew stronger yet. The moral wrongness of Janie fucking her brother was powerful magic to him and brought him great strength. He toyed with the idea of letting her get pregnant, that would bring him almost unimaginable power. But, he'd promised her. Myth wasn't used to keeping promises but he'd do it for Janie. He loved Janie and didn't want her to suffer. He didn't really care about anyone else, but he loved Janie. At last, after fifteen minutes of pussy eating, Benjamin was ready to go. He climbed up her body, and pointed his cock into her pussy. He slowly entered her and she breathed a great sigh of satisfaction. It felt pretty damn good to him, too. Once again, they fucked. They fucked good, and hard. For a couple of kids, they fucked well. He pounded her, and she finally came. It just went on and on, and finally, when he could tell she was coming down from it, he let himself cum. He pumped her full of sperm, and the waves of pleasure just blew him away. He came and came, and came some more. Myth was even better at it the second time. Finally, as his prostate cramped, he had enough and he collapsed on top of her. Janie giggled, and let her brother hold her in his arms. This had been fun. She wondered if they could somehow manage to do this every night. The feelings it had given her were intense, just mind-blowingly intense. Her pussy still twitched and glowed from it. Shit, she thought. Nobody told us it'd be this good. No wonder, they know it's all we'd want to do, if we knew. Now I know, and it's all I want to do. He finally pulled himself off her, and slowly pulled his pants back on. She sighed and rose, and dropped her nightgown over her head. Damn. This had been fun. She stopped and kissed him, a long slow kiss. "Tomorrow night, then?" she asked, and they both giggled. Fuck yeah, tomorrow night, she thought. Fuck yeah. --==+==- That was their life, for the next few months. Almost every night Janie snuck into Benjamin's room, and they fucked their brains out. To their surprise, nobody ever noticed or suspected. It seemed like they could do no wrong. Janie felt like they were getting really good at fucking, almost every time she did it, it was like the first time all over again. It never got old, she thought. It certainly never got boring. The tried a few new things, even once she let him put his cock in her asshole. But she loved most of all just to be plain old fucked. She knew that Myth was helping them both, but that didn't matter much. She loved it. She loved to be fucked. --==+==- One day Janie was sitting on the porch swing, just killing time. She had been mulling some things over, and she felt like she was ready for answers. "Myth!" she thought strongly, and within moments he answered. "Myth... you have told me several times that the things I do, some of them at least, like making out with Ben, you've said these things make you stronger. I'm just wondering... what do you need to be stronger for? What do you do with that strength?" Myth was silent for a few moments and when he finally replied she almost thought he sounded puzzled. "Janie... that's a good question... and I don't think I can answer it to your satisfaction. It feels good to be stronger, to know I can overcome things if I need to... honestly, my dear... I don't know..." "Do you have enemies? Do you ever have to fight?" she asked. "No... my enemies are cerebral, not physical or... in my case, spiritual... Janie... you've kind of made me stop and think, and the answer is... I don't know. I'm sorry." "That's okay, Myth... I was just curious..." "Do you like the things that I encouraged you to do with Benjamin?" "Oh... hell yeah... it's lot's of fun... and I love him very much now..." "You could do some of those same things... with your father, or your little sister... or both of them, even..." Janie was a little shocked at that. She wasn't sure about that at all. She felt no attraction to her father, he was just a parent figure to her. And her little sister? That might be... interesting, she thought. I could do that, maybe, she thought. That might be fun. --==+==- One night, a week later, Janie was home alone with Teresa, her sister. Teresa was nine, and, like Janie, was a beautiful young lady. She was dark, where Janie was light. They looked nothing alike, but together, they were striking. They lay on the couch, and watched TV. Janie idly thought of what Myth had talked about the other day. She looked critically at Teresa. Teresa was beautiful, she had to admit. How right that would be, she thought, for two beautiful girls to make out. How aesthetically pleasing. Janie scooted down the couch, and took Teresa in her arms. Teresa giggled, and looked at her a little funny but she allowed it. Janie kissed her ear and the side of her face. "What is your deal, girl?" said Teresa, finally, giggling. "I just love you," Janie said. "I wanna make love to you..." she didn't figure Teresa would know what the phrase meant. She was right. Teresa just giggled some more. Janie was content for a while to just sit there and hold her sister. When the commercials started, Janie turned the girl's head with her hand, until they stared directly at each other. "Okay, here's the rule," Janie said. "When the commercials are on, we kiss. When the program is back on, we rub and touch. Got it?" Teresa just giggled some more. Is it really this easy? thought Janie. Amazingly, it almost was. She leaned into the girl, and their lips touched. For just a moment. Start small, she thought. Teresa giggled some more. Janie could feel the girl's sweet breath in her face. Janie realized that she was turned on, her pussy was wet and getting wetter. Myth has some pretty good ideas, she admitted to herself. She leaned down and their lips met again. And again and again, each time a little longer. Teresa had stopped giggling. She seemed to want it as bad a Janie did. Janie wondered if somehow Myth was helping. Too quickly, the show started again. "Awww..." said Janie, and Teresa giggled. Janie ran her hands down the girl's sleek body. She felt nice and warm. The girl didn't have an ounce of fat on her body. She was svelte, and almost hard. She was tough, Janie thought. She turned Teresa, until the girl faced her. She put her hands on her little butt, and squeezed. Teresa just giggled. Goddam, thought Janie, everything I do, she just giggles. She acts like she's used to this, like she's done it before. She kneaded and squeezed her sister's ass, finally running her hands down inside her jeans. Oh, fuck, that feels good, thought Janie, feeling bare skin on her hands. Before the night is out, she promised herself, I'm gonna kiss that sweet ass. "Janie," Teresa said, after a few moments of no giggling. "Yes, darling," Janie said, and kissed her, violating the rules of the game. "Why are you doing this?" Teresa asked. A fair question. "Because I love you so much... I want to eat you up... I want to lick you, from your head to your feet. I want to taste you. I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms." "Janie. Why now? Why haven't you ever done this before?" "I dunno..." she answered truthfully, more or less, "I just never looked at you this way before. I never loved you this much. Darling. Let me love you. Give me this." Teresa finally giggled, and Janie knew that it was going to be okay. Their lips touched, again. She slid her hands back down the seat of Teresa's jeans. --==+==- Maybe thirty minutes had passed. They were upstairs, in Janie's room. The door was safely locked. Teresa was looking nervous, but resolute. Jamie was hungry for the taste of the girl. My sister, she thought. My sweet little sister. She wondered where Myth was, if he was watching this. She halfway hoped he was. She lay the girl down on her bed. Slowly she unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt. Her flat little chest turned Janie on, for some reason. Her little pink nipples were hard, Janie noticed. How interesting. Teresa sat up, and allowed her to pull the shirt off. Janie unbuttoned her own shirt, then, and dropped it to the floor. Her bra followed. Teresa grinned then, staring at Janie's tits. Janie felt a flash of pride, she knew she had nice tits. Just Benjamin's attentions to them every night let her know that. She sat on the bed beside her sister and pulled the girl into her lap. "Lick me, darling," Janie said softly. "Suck my titties. Love on them." And that's what they did, for the longest time. Teresa kissed and sucked and nuzzled Janie's tits, finally reaching up to squeeze them with her little hands. Her touch almost drove Janie insane, just the feeling of them on her breasts, and the knowledge that it was her little sister... she felt like she was on a rollercoaster or something. She finally laid the girl down and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. Teresa looked positively scared at that, and Janie spent a few moments hugging her and whispering to her. She finally drew the girl's jeans down her legs, and dropped them into the floor. Teresa had a cute little pair of panties on. Janie slowly, gently drew them down the girl's long legs. She just hugged her for a while after that, just to let her get used to it. Used to being naked. Teresa seemed to be handling it well. Teresa loved her big sister and wanted to please her. She wanted to make Janie happy. And, truth be known, she was enjoying the feelings of being a little bit naughty. Teresa was like Janie, in a lot of ways. Janie finally stood, and dropped her own jeans. Her panties followed. The two naked girls resumed their positions on the bed and Janie held her sister for a while longer. She finally just couldn't stand it, though. "Darling. Dearest," she said, whispering into Teresa's ear. "I'm going to make love to you. Just relax, and enjoy it. Nothing we do is wrong, tonight. Tonight is all about enjoying yourself, and your body. Okay?" Teresa gulped, and nodded her head. Janie bent down to the girl's breast, and sucked on her hard little nipple. The girl actually tasted, to her, she tasted of sweat, and some indefinable essence... of girl. Janie knew that taste, she'd tasted it on herself before. Tonight, though, it turned her on like nothing ever had before. She lay the girl down, and slid down her body to her pubic area. She just stopped, there, entranced. She slowly spread Teresa's legs, and just stared. What a cute, cute little pussy the girl had. Just too sweet. To simply die for. She gently kissed it, right on the lips. And again, and again. She extended her tongue, and began to lick. Somewhere in the middle of it, Teresa came. And, to her delight, Janie didn't even have to ask Myth to extend her orgasm. He must have, because Teresa just came and came and came as the minutes stretched. She went way longer than Janie ever had. Janie was just amazed that she could go that long, that Myth could do it. Was anything beyond his power now? she wondered. At last, at long last, Teresa wound it down. Janie sat her up and held her, and rocked her and whispered to her. Teresa cried for a while, the experience had just overwhelmed her totally. The poor girl had never had an orgasm before, and to just throw her into the middle of one like that... it just blew her away. She was in shock. Janie heard a door downstairs, and somebody's voice. She slid out from beneath Teresa, and dressed quickly, and then helped the girl dress herself. Teresa still seemed to be in a daze, and Janie laughed softly to herself. That Myth... he could blow your mind, she thought. He could just fucking blow you away. --==+==- The next day, Janie talked with Teresa about what had happened. She could tell it had made a hell of an impact on the girl. She gently tried to explain that it wouldn't always be like that, it wouldn't always be that good. Teresa got the sniffles again, just talking about it. Janie held her and comforted her. "Darling..." Janie said, whispering in her ear, "did you enjoy it, though? Was it good for you, was it fun?" "Oh, yes," Teresa whispered back. "It was wonderful. I want to do that every day. I love you, Janie... I love you." "I love you too, darling," Janie whispered back. Shit, she thought. My life is getting complicated. First Benjamin, and now Teresa. She thought for a moment. "Teresa. Dearest," she finally said. "For it to be that intense, we can only do it once a week or so. Can you stand that? Can you wait that long?" "Oh, yes," whispered Teresa. "For that, I'll wait forever. That was the best feeling ever. I love you, Janie." Their lips met again. Janie wondered where the others were in the house. She stole a final quick kiss from her sister. Myth had a good idea, she thought. A damn good idea. --==+==- She told Benjamin a little of what she'd done, that night. She didn't tell him she licked her sister's pussy, just that she and Teresa had gotten very close. She didn't make a big deal of it, and he seemed to accept it. She knew that at this stage, getting what he was from her, that he'd be pretty tolerant of anything. They made love, slowly, gently. "Myth," Janie thought, and he promptly answered, deep in her mind. "Give me one like you did Teresa today," she commanded, and she felt him laugh in her mind. She felt his assent. This was going to be a good one, she knew. This was going to be a fucking mind-blower. She could stand it. She was ready for it. She felt her legs lock. And here it came... --==+==- "Madame president," said a page. She turned. "The council is assembled," he said simply. She thanked him, and stood, gathering her thoughts. The page clipped a pair of tiny wireless microphones to her lapel, and she almost flinched as he leaned over her and spoke into them. There was an instant reply on his two-way, and he gave her a thumbs up. "Good luck!" he said, and she gave him a smile. She turned towards the door. "Myth," she said to herself. "I am here," he answered. "I'm going in. Please be with me." "Of course." She steeled herself, and strode resolutely into the room to face the World Council. This was her crowning moment. She would present her proposal for world peace, solve the energy crisis, balance the world budget, reign in the out-of-control banking cartels, and finally clean up the environment, all in one whack. One great big package of self-funding easy-to-understand rightness. "Myth..." she thought, and felt his assent, again. "I know this means little to you, but your ideas will literally save humanity, and guarantee our continued survival as a species. For all of humanity, I must tell you again... thank you." "Awww, it was nothin'," he said, disparagingly. She laughed silently to herself as she mounted the podium. How he'd changed, over the last twenty years. She felt a rush of love for him that surpassed anything she'd known so far. How can it just keep being more and more? she had time to think. There was dead silence in the room. Six hundred people waited expectantly for her to speak. Her words caught in her throat for a moment, and she stopped and took a sip of water. They can't fault me for that, she thought. "Janie..." said Myth, interrupting her thoughts. "That woman in the front row, in blue... I can tell she wants you, bad... send a note to her or something. It will be intense, I promise." Oh really, she thought, looking down at the representative from Sweden. The woman was tall, rangy, blonde, young, and just drop-dead sexy. Janie made a mental note to speak to her at the reception. This might be... interesting. Teresa and Benjamin would understand. They didn't own her, after all. They had been understanding, in the past, about her... proclivities. And, they'd still have each other, anyway. "Ladies and gentlemen of the council," she said, "Good evening. Thank you for coming. I have some ideas for you to hear tonight..." --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. 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