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Author: User Error
Title: Servants of a New Church: Part 2
Summary: The effects of the new wine continue on multiple fronts

   Story codes: m+F, mf, reluc, inc, Keywords: Brother, sister,
masturbation, incest Comments or questions: masterusererror@gmail.com

  
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   Chris shut his bedroom door and leaned against the doorframe to steady
himself.  The dash into the house had drained what little strength he had
left, and his legs quavered while he fought to regain his breath.  The
moments dragged by and his heart continued to pound, but shortly his
breathing eased back into a steady rhythmic pace.  Lifting his hand to wipe
the sweat from his brow his palm brushed against a throbbing and sticky
protuberance of flesh; in an instant the memory of the events of just a
short while prior washed over him.  He shut his eyes and tried not to focus
on Sister Rita...the soft skin of her ass rippling under his palm...her
dripping pussy moistening his member as her entire body shook in
anticipation...the exquisite sensation of her orgasm as she lost control
and clamped him ten inches deep inside of her...

   It was no good.  His eyes popped open and he glanced around his room. 
At last he looked down and gulped.  Through a large tear in the front of
what had once been a decent pair of pants a column of flesh extended
outwards, culminating no less than fourteen inches away from his groin.  As
he stared at it the reality that it was attached to him slowly began to
sink in.  On the floor below him a small puddle of fluid collected where it
landed after issuing forth from the tip; seeing this Chris went ahead and
dropped his pants and boxers where he stood, pressing the fabric into the
puddle to sop up the mess.  He was thankful his parents had opted for wood
floors throughout the house--otherwise he had no clue how he would ever
clean up the evidence of his growing problem.  At last he pushed himself
away from the door and staggered to his bed on the other side of the room,
stripping his shirt from his torso and clumping it under his member as he
walked to catch any stray seed that dropped as he passed onto the carpet
that covered the center of the floor and switched on the lamp next to his
bed.

   His legs rejoiced as he collapsed onto the mattress.  Chris' chores at
the church normally left him tired, but not completely drained.  It seemed
to him that he had left a large portion of his energy in Sister Rita's
backside.  Pushing himself into a sitting position, Chris leaned against
the heavy wooded headboard and tried to collect himself.  Gingerly he
pulled the bunched up cloth from his crotch and discarded his shirt on the
floor.  Sitting naked, his cock remained erect and twitching--each throb
echoing throughout his body in waves of subdued pleasure.  Chris couldn't
believe what he saw; a member unlike the one he'd known even as he'd jacked
off in the shower that morning.  He'd been average before, nothing special.
As he examined himself now in the yellow light of the lamp he could hardly
contain the awe the work of art before him instilled.  At the base his
length was too thick to wrap a single hand around, and that was only the
beginning.  From there sprung a tube of flesh rippling with muscle and
webbed with pulsing veins; he knew now why his heart continued to pound in
his chest.  Six inches from the end the skin was loose and pink before
transitioning to the glans three inches later.  The head was like none he
had ever seen in any of the porn videos he'd dared to look up in the middle
of the night; bright red in color with skin stretched taught it flared
sharply in contrast to the shaft which had, until this point, tapered
slightly from the base it sprung from.  The whole thing was shiny with
moisture which was renewed constantly from the combination of sweat and
seed that oozed from the pores and tip of Chris' cock constantly.  Beneath
his member his balls sagged against his legs.  Like his shaft he could see
they too were covered in intersecting veins and fluids, his pubic hairs
held slick to the surface.  Both testicles pulsed in time with the twitches
of his member, each now the size of an apple and testing the strength of
the loose skin that strained to keep up with their growth this day.  As he
watched and examined them Chris could swear he saw them quiver with a
motion that seemed like boiling under the surface and expand.

   Trembling slightly, Chris reached between the side of his bed and wall
and retrieved the well concealed roll of toilet paper there.  He was glad
that he had replaced the roll only a day or two ago, since he felt he was
going to need as much as he could get now.  He paused for a moment to check
that he couldn't hear anyone else upstairs and that his blinds were drawn,
and then lightly drew the index finger of his right hand along the length
of his member from base to just below the glans, at which point he gently
circled around the tip and with his thumb arced around to the other side
massaged the tender head a few times.  The results were immediate and
electric as Chris sucked in a deep breath and watched as the veins swelled
and darkened along the shaft and in his balls below.  His left hand
clenched around the roll of toilet paper and he fought to keep his right
from doing the same around the ultra-sensitive tip of his cock.  Ecstasy
flowed through him as his entire body began to tingle; the flow of precum
now ran steadily from his cock and he carefully brought the rest of his
fingers into play and caught as much of the sticky juices as he could.  He
rubbed the liquid over himself and inhaled the scent of his masculinity
fused with the wine as it filled his room just as it had filled the office
in the church and his sister's tiny car.  His cock surged as he thought of
his embarrassment as his seed had sprayed onto Jane's windshield and he
wondered for a moment how he would explain himself later; he'd caught a
look at the expression on her face as he'd fled the vehicle and knew she
had seen where it had come from.  These thoughts vanished from his mind,
however, as without warning his member surged and escaped his grip. 
Looking down in shock he had no time to react as he found himself staring
down the black hole of his urethra.  Wonder paralyzed him--of all the
wondrous changes to his body this evening this was by far the most
incredible: the hole was broad and deep, with fluid pulsing forth steadily
and receding in time with the steady pounding of his heart.  Reaching down
he ran a finger up the underside of his member along the ridge of skin
covering his urethra, and globs of cum poured from the top of his cock as
the scent seemed to wrap around him and he grew slightly lightheaded.  The
head of his member hovered in space inches from his face, allowing him
ample opportunity for study.  He unclenched his left hand from the roll of
toilet paper beside him and brought it to the tip of his cock.  Softly,
almost so much that he couldn't feel it, he let his pinky trace the outline
of the hole, and again the length surged.  This time his body convulsed and
his thighs tensed.  Pausing, Chris took a deep breath, and slipped his
little finger into the depth until the hole tightened and seemed to hold
him halfway to the knuckle.  With as much care as he used in the insertion
he withdrew slightly and the pushed it in again, this time a little further
than before.  His member shook with a mind of its own and sent the
sensation of pleasure throughout his body; now his right hand clenched
uncontrollably lower on his shaft and pumped up and down while above the
pinky slid deeper into the pit, returned, and then plunged deeper again and
again.  Soon Chris pulled out his pinky and replaced it instantly with his
ring finger.  Shortly thereafter his index finger took a turn, and too soon
Chris had maxed out his digits with his middle finger stuck down his cock
until his knuckles rested against his head.  The muscles of his shaft drew
taught around his finger as he wriggled it slightly and explored this
unknown part of his anatomy.  He could feel the pressure mounting below as
cum backed up inside him, yet soon the passage had loosened and white fluid
leaked once more around the edges.
Chris shut his eyes and pushed back against his headboard, his legs
stretching against his sheets while his toes curled tightly.  His mind
wandered as the actions of his hands became almost automatic.  From time to
time his cock twitched and smacked against his chest while semen gushed
around the seam between his finger and the edge of his urethra, but he
hardly noticed it anymore as images of beautiful women danced in his mind.
His encounter with Sister Rita earlier that day had opened his mind to
ladies he had earlier thought to be unattainable.  As his hands worked
themselves around and in his length he could feel the energy mounting
inside him.  The spurts of precum came faster and more harder until they

occurred only seconds apart.

   Then the sound of Jane's shout snapped him back to reality.  From
downstairs he heard her shrill call, "Chris, Mom says if you're hungry come
on down."

   His eyes opened wide and he lifted his head from where it rested behind
him, and for an instant fear threatened to overwhelm him.  A long second
passed as he withdrew his hands from his privates and managed to utter a
quick "No," just loud enough to keep her from coming upstairs and checking
on him, before he looked down at his glorious member once more.  The last
move proved to be a mistake on his part, as at that instant as an image of
Jane sitting in the driver's seat of her car flashed through his mind and
his cock surged in time with the thought.  Without understanding what he
was seeing Chris watched as creamy white cum boiled up the hole at an
incomprehensible speed and in a flash a bolt of white lightning streaked
across the few inches that separated his face from the tip of his cock and
landed in a streak across his cheek that stretched into his open mouth. 
His balls shook and trembled below as they prepared another jet of cum and
Chris had little time to consider his next move.  A second jolt of semen
landed squarely in his mouth, and though his brain screamed for him to gag
and spit it out the surprisingly delicate flavor, equal parts salty and
sweet, combined with the invigorating effect it seemed to immediately
impart gave him pause.  Downstairs he heard his sister pull a chair up to
the table, and as a third shot of spunk rocketed up his cock towards his
face he forgot about the roll of toilet paper next to him and instead
wrapped his lips around the tip of his member.

   There was no way Chris would ever be able to do himself justice, but
that didn't stop him from trying.  His cock bottomed out at the back of his
throat and still left well over a foot of flesh from his groin to his lips.
Still he took every inch he could into his throat and worked the rest of
his cock with his right hand, while his left now descended to his balls. 
Muscle and veins rippled and pulsed under his grip, and every vertical pump
brought a growing surge of fluid flowing into his mouth.  Beneath he felt
his balls alternately tensing and loosening, too big now to fondle them
both in one hand or even both; instead he worked them both individually. 
Each drop of cum flowing down his throat seemed to rejuvenate his stamina,
and he worked himself harder and faster with every minute.  In his mouth
his tongue played around the ridge that separated the shaft from the glans,
until in a moment of revelation he passed his tongue over the tip in
crossing to the other side.  Instantly he remembered his urethra, and as
his fingers flexed with the memory and anticipation he pushed his tongue as
deep as it would go into the pit of his member.

   The pleasure and ecstasy of everything he had felt before paled in
comparison to what he felt now.  He drew himself impossibly deep into his
own mouth, the sweet and salty combination of flavors pumping over his
tongue and washing down his throat, filling his stomach with his own seed
as he felt the fluid in his testicles boil and churn with more force by the
second.

   Sweat covered Chris' body now, his muscles racked with random spasms as
every ounce of his strength went to work his member.  At last he sensed his
orgasm rising within him as the tingling that had covered his body withdrew
and focused on his balls with a concentrated fire of pleasure.  He now
dropped both hands to his balls, holding one in each hand, and massaged
them liberally.  As his tongue dove deeper into his length, seeming to
stretch more than halfway down his member, his testicles suddenly clenched
and tightened, drawing closer up and shrinking noticeably as they emptied a
load of semen into the shaft.  The shaft vibrated violently in Chris's
mouth and he watched intently down the length of his shaft as his urethra
expanded as a river of semen flowed towards him.  Again his conscious mind
reeled at the thought of what was happening to him, yet he was a slave to
his pleasure now.  The force of the flow pushed his tongue aside at first,
then quickly accelerated and became too much for him to be able to hold it
in the hole.  His pleasure didn't recede, however, as the sensation of the
cum flowing through the hole was at least the equal of anything he had
accomplished with his tongue.  Hot seed flowed unchecked down his throat,
and as his balls tensed and shrank only to expand and relax once more in
his hands he wondered how long it could continue.  His belly expanded with
seed as gush after gush of seed burst forth, and at last he could take no
more.  The semen backed up into his throat and filled his mouth, then began
to flow from around the seal of his lips.  In a momentary panic Chris
groped for the toilet paper while his mind screamed that it would never be
enough.  Still his hands reached and then lit upon something hard and
solid--the edge of his trashcan.  Without pausing to consider he lifted it
in front of him, dumping its contents in the process, and with his other
hand managed to grip the top half of his cock and pull it away from his
mouth.

   A soft, wet pop was soon replaced by the sound of flowing liquid. 
Several jolts of cum managed to escape and land elsewhere on the bed and in
the room before Chris managed to roll to his side and aim his issuance into
the trash can.  The sound of liquid against an empty container quickly gave
way to the soft noise of fluid shot into more fluid as the can began to
fill up.  Chris worked his shaft methodically as his back arched
involuntarily; shortly his balls began to pump in alternating rhythm so
that there was never a moment without flowing seed pouring out of him in a
constant fountain of cum.  The strength renewed by his seed began to ebb as
the fluid level approached the brim of his can, and finally it ceased less
than two inches from the top.

   Chris groaned and rolled back onto his bed, sprawling himself over the
sheets.  He shuddered and shook as his erection receded at last, the pink
foreskin sliding over the glans and sheltering it from undue stimulation.
He hadn't been fully soft for at least two hours now and relief overtook
him as he lay there.  His chest heaved as he again caught his breath; this
time his heart too slowed and steadied its frenzied pace.  With the last of
his strength Chris reached down and pulled a thin blanket over him to warm
his quivering body.  Wet patches dotted his sheets and the blanket where
his seed had landed, but as it came into contact with his skin it dried
almost immediately as the precious fluid was drawn back into him.  Sleep
came swiftly to him as he lay there; his cock slung limply up over his
torso and his balls stuck by the sweat to one of his splayed legs.  Not
even the occasional thrust of fresh cum onto his stomach broke his slumber,
and this fluid too was quickly absorbed again.  Though his stomach at first
was bloated with the quantity of semen, it gradually descended as the
material spread through him; his muscles quivered and became toned as he
slept, adding mass to his previously wiry frame and giving him the
appearance of a body builder.  Chris would not awaken to the same body he
had known.

   * * *

   The hair on the back of Jane's neck bristled as she carried another
armload of grocery bags past her car and into the house; when her father
slammed the trunk of the car behind her she jumped, but quickly fell back
into step as she stepped through the back door into the kitchen and dumped
the load onto the counter.  Her mother was stooped over the bottom shelf in
the fridge, rearranging items in a flurry of movement as she worked to fit
everything in.

   "We have enough jars of salsa in here to open a Mexican restaurant," she
muttered as she pulled a third and fourth bottle from the shelf and set it
on the counter.

   Jane rolled her eyes and started to sort the canned goods into the
cupboard, trying to focus on the task in front of her and not on the savory
flavor that still coated her tongue.  If truth be told she'd rather not be
putting food away with one hand still sticky from her brother's...stuff,
but she couldn't think of a good excuse to abandon her parents just to go
thoroughly wash her hands.  As she considered the situation her face grew
flushed and she grasped each can tightly until the task was done.  She
turned around only to see her father and mother looking at her; a long
second passed before her father seemed to come to his senses, shook his
head, and spoke.

   "We grabbed a pizza for dinner, hungry?"

   "I could eat, I guess.  Let me go wash up first," Jane replied with
relief.

   "See if Chris wants to come down for dinner, will you?" her mother asked
innocently.

   Jane nodded and paused at the bottom of the stairs.  "Chris, Mom says if
you're hungry come on down," and continued walking to the bathroom while
from upstairs a weak "no" slid down to her ears.  A chill ran up her spine
and she ducked quickly through the bathroom door, locking it behind her. 
Bracing herself against the sink, she looked into the mirror and beheld her
face--still red and flushed, the color flowing down her neck to at least
her collarbone where it disappeared under her white tee.  She rubbed her
cheek softly with her hand, watching as the indentations of her fingers
left streaks of pale skin which quickly turned red again.  She drew in a
deep breath and found the scent from the car still on her hand.  Without
thinking she cupped her fingers over her nose and drew in a series of
breaths, shutting her eyes and losing herself in the sensation it
created--she felt strong and invigorated, her heart beating faster as the
smell overpowered her other senses.  The sound of chairs scraping the floor
in the kitchen brought her back to reality, unfortunately, and in a rush
she quickly ran some water over her hands and rubbed her face with the cool
liquid to quell the red coloration.  Stepping from the small room, she
walked to the entrance to the kitchen where she saw her parents sitting at
the table.

   "I think I might have caught what Chris has, mom," she said, "I'm gonna
go lie down upstairs I think."

   Her mom looked at her with concern, but shortly shrugged and replied
"Alright hon, you let us know if you need anything, OK?"

   Jane could feel the redness returning to her face, so she simply nodded
and turned to walk upstairs.  Behind her she could hear her mom talking to
her father, "I swear Allen, I hope we aren't all going to come down with
something.  I've been feeling funny ever since we had coffee with the
deacon this morning."

   "Leave it to that man to make coffee wrong.  I don't know how he has
managed to stick around this long," she heard her father say.  There voices
grew distant as she crept slowly up the stairs.  As she ascended into the
upstairs hallway, the last thing she heard was her mom planning a hot bath,
and her father grunting in ascension.

   In the dim hallway she could see a thin beam of light emanating from
beneath Chris' doorway, and as she neared the thin stream of illumination
while padding to her door her nose picked up the thick musky scent that had
filled her car only a short while before; it was stronger now, almost a
physical barrier to her passage, yet with determination she pushed past his
doorway and entered her room next to his.

   The scent followed her into the bedroom and lingered, even as she shut
her door and lowered herself lightly onto her bed.  Lounging on the side
against the wall she pressed herself against the plaster and held her hand
against the surface.  Every few seconds a light bump transferred through
from the other side and her heart fluttered.  Even though nothing she had
done required any sort of strong physical exertion she could feel her heart
racing, she was panting slightly, and she sensed the flush descending over
the rest of her body.  Drawing her hand to her face once again she trembled
as it felt as though pins and needles exploded against her wherever skin
met skin.  Gently she kicked her shoes off and slipped a toe under one sock
to remove it, her muscles stiffening as even this plain motion threatened
to overwhelm her senses.  Slowly she worked her way out of her pants,
stifling moans as each length of cotton rubbing against her thighs and
calves made her pause and grit her teeth while she fought to control her
movements.  At last she was free of her jeans, and without pausing she went
to pull off her underwear.  Touching her crotch revealed for the first time
the true state of her arousal--her panties practically squished against the
pressure of her fingers and she lifted her head from the bed in
astonishment to stare down at her wet sex.  Shuddering fingers peeled the
damp cloth from her skin; underneath her mons pubis had puffed out, and the
cool air that now flowed over it made her gasp.  Her left hand drew her
panties down to her knees while her right explored what felt like a new
organ freshly grafted to her body.  Slender fingers darted over the surface
of her lower lips, discovering anew the mysteries of her own body.  Her
back arced away from her mattress as, on the other side of the wall a heavy
thump made her brother's presence known again, and her other hand lifted
her shirt over her abdomen.  Fingernails raked against her abdomen as the
tingling sensation burned all over her body, and she pulled her bra up in
order to pinch and tweak her rock hard nipples between her fingers.  Below
the fingers of her other hand grew more daring with every pass over her
cunt, until at last she spread her lips with her index and ring finger and
ran her middle finger over the length of her slit.  Now she too lost
control for a moment, a low moan escaping her mouth even as she fought to
suppress it.  Her hand continued its work, however, seeming to ignore the
increasingly distant commands of her brain; shortly her hips bucked in time
with the rhythm of her fingers drumming against her love canal, muscles
locking up every time the rough pattern if her fingerprints graced the tiny
button of her clit.  Above, on her chest, her other hand continued to work
her nipples, pulling them away only to let them snap back to position just
after the sensation of pleasure flashed a jolt of wondrous pain through her
nerve endings, each time resulting in a quick intake of breath accompanied
by a renewed dose of the beautiful scent which permeated the bedroom.  Even
with her bra skewed above her breasts the straps had begun to cling and dig
at her skin, and so she gathered her will and pulled her shirt over her
head with both hands and reached under her back to release the clips that
held her in the cotton prison.  The elastic bands popped apart with minimal
effort and a second later the unit dropped to the floor, forgotten, as her
hands swapped duties and worked to regain the briefly halted pace.

   Jane had to suppress another moan when, for the first time in her life,
a foreign object--her finger--passed through the opening of her pussy and
began to explore the uncharted territory therein.  She'd always closely
guarded herself in this area, strictly maintaining an unspoken rule of
sticking to the surface in her late night personal adventures.  So far
she'd been able to get herself off with little enough trouble that it
hadn't mattered, but now a sideways glance at her alarm clock informed her
that she had been going at it for no less than forty minutes.  At that she
sat bolt-upright in her bed, suddenly aware of all the noises of the house,
even as her fingers dove deeper into her sex and her other hand massaged
her breast.  In the hall bathroom she could hear the sound of water filling
the tub, while downstairs the murmur of the TV indicated her father
settling down for the evening.  Beside her, on the other side of the wall,
she could hear muffled moans.  Softly she pressed her ear to the wall and
held her breath; a moment later she was rewarded as a soft pop emanated
through the thick wall, followed by a quick flurry of noise, a few groans,
and at last the sound of a heavy load being set on the floor.  Lower sounds
continued, but Jane sensed that whatever her brother had been doing was now
complete.

   At the thought of her brother's actions she felt her cunt grow even
wetter, the fluid soaking into her sheets around her hand and lubricating
her inner thighs as her hand worked its magic.  Still, at forty minutes in
Jane was growing weary of her task, especially as it seemed she remained
far from the ultimate result she sought.  In desperation she glanced around
her room in search of something to satisfy her, yet she saw nothing which
seemed capable of handling the task.  How she wished she'd managed to make
a date for tonight, as she'd give anything to have a boy right about now
with a willing mind and a stiff cock.  Exasperated, she pulled her hands
from her body and pushed herself up from the bed and stalked away towards
the door.

   Against the back of her door hung a mirror, full length and well
polished, that gave her a complete view of her body.  As she gazed at her
reflection awe overcame her, and she ran her hands over the sides of her
body to frame her image and ensure that what she saw was real.  As she had
dressed herself that morning she had watched a girl, hardly a young woman,
put on her clothes.  Now as she peered at her body she watched a woman
turning and examining the finer points of an incredible body, one which
responded to her commands, one which telegraphed the sensation of touch
from extremities that seemed too perfect to be attached to her.  The woman
in the mirror was a work of art--slender legs growing into powerful broad
hips which then transitioned into a stomach not so flat as to seem
obsessively curated.  Looking higher she smiled to find her breasts grown
into glorious mounds, well separated and impeccably proportioned to provide
any lover just a little more than a handful each.  Toned arms, a well
defined neck and shoulders, and the face she had grown accustomed to
rounded out the package from the front; turning around she investigated her
buttocks, only to be similarly pleased by the supple and rounded backside
that met her eyes.  Grinning to herself she watched as her sex dripped
thick liquid onto the floor, and as soft snores met her ears from the other
side of the wall she found herself possessed of a new purpose.

   Crossing the room to her dresser she drew a handful of belts from her
top drawer and crossed back to the door.  As she opened the door and
stepped into the hallway the scent almost knocked her flat on the floor. 
She could almost see the fog of it escaping from under Chris' door.  The
enticing odor drew her forth, and as she placed her hand on the doorknob
she prayed for an instant that he hadn't bothered to lock it.  The knob
turned freely in her hand, however, and she silently pushed open the door
with delight, slipping into the room and shutting the door again behind
her--this time being sure to lock it tight.

   Chris was sprawled under a thin blue blanket on his bed, with moist
spots dotting the cloth, walls, and floor near him.  Under her toes she
could feel the edge of a tacky puddle of fluid, and she pushed her foot
into it and spread it around idly.  Jane bit her lip as she considered her
plan; in the dim light of the lamp she watched her brother breathe deeply,
snoring soflty from time to time.  He seemed innocent in his unconscious
state, not knowing what she planned for him.  Then she spied the trashcan
next to his bed, level with his midsection and almost completely filled
with milky white liquid.  She didn't need to investigate further to know it
was his cum.  How he had managed to produce that much was a mystery to her,
though as she stared the sound of her own fluid leaking from her pussy to
the floor seemed to indicate that whatever was affecting him was affecting
her as well.  She released the doorknob from her grasp and focused on her
movements; it was all she could do to prevent herself from running to him
and ripping the sheet from his body in order to pounce on him.  Instead she
walked slowly to the corner nearest the headboard and looked down on her
brother, peering over the ridge of her breasts at the top of his head.  Her
plan hinged on Chris being deeply asleep, she would need to make a quick
escape if he awoke too soon.  With the patience of a saint she reached down
and grasped his wrist between her fingers; lifting it she slipped a belt
underneath and pushed the end through the buckle and tightened it.  Her
brother didn't stir as she now pulled the arm up and tethered it to his
bedpost with the help of another belt.  Carefully she made sure the leather
was well attached to the thick wood before she paused and projected her
next move.  She arched catlike over Chris' shoulders now and snared his
right wrist on another belt, and fastened this one now to the opposite
bedpost.  It was a miracle he didn't stir from his rest as she worked; for
an instant as she crouched over him, balanced on the side beams of his bed
frame, she thought she heard a faint moan, and when her feet returned to
the floor beside his bed and she examined him again for signs of waking she
noted that a few drops of her own juices now spotted his cheeks and nose
and in a trail along his pillow.

   Now came the final step.  With deft fingers she pinched and pulled the
blanket down his body.  She'd barely uncovered the top of his chest before
she dropped the blanket in shock.  Between his chiseled pectoral muscles
rested what could only be one thing: a thick tube of flesh that would have
seemed at home on a donkey.  Instead it rose and fell in time with Chris'
breathing; as her momentary confusion ebbed, she grasped the blanket once
more and drew it further down.  Even as she revealed his massive shaft and
swollen balls she resolved not to stop again until the job was finished. 
The longest minute of her life passed until at last his feet too lay naked
on the bed.  Once more she looped a belt around her captive, this time
drawing the legs together tightly.  With strength she didn't know she had,
Jane finally gave one great pull and drew his arms taught and fastened his
feet to the foot of his bed.

   With a start her brother awoke and uttered a groggy cry of
consternation. His arms flexed against their bonds but he gained no slack
from his efforts.  Words of protest began to form in his mouth, but it was
at this moment that Jane made her play.  In a single leap she left the
floor at the foot of the bed and landed over him, straddling his midsection
with her thighs and planting her hands on his chest to either side of his
member.  For his part Chris now fell silent in utter confusion, wondering
for a long second who this woman was.  Then the features of her face
sparked his memory even as everything else about her seemed strange and
unfamiliar.  His mouth formed the first coherent words since he had awoken,
"Jane...sister," he breathed.

   A smile warmed her face as she rubbed his chest sensually. 
"Chris...brother," she replied lustily.  Beneath her she felt his balls
shift in position.

   "What happened?  What are you doing?  Who tied me up?" The questions
came fast and descended in tone from confused to angry, his voice rising
near the end.

   Jane giggled and held a finger to his mouth, and then her face grew
serious.  In the back of her mind memories of a shared childhood flashed
and flickered; vacations and school days, friends and parties, family
functions and fights.  She stroked the side of his face and bent down to
bring herself nose to nose with him.  On her finger she could sense the
smell of her cunt, and she inhaled deeply; her heart leaped when he
responded in kind, and she watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. 
Below a surge of muscle pushed her away from him.  Without a word she
pushed herself up and looked down.

   Slowly purple veins filled along the length of his member.  Chris now
shut his eyes and bit his lips as he fought his own erection with all his
willpower.  Under his breath muttered admonitions against his arousal gave
way to short curses and finally to a simple "please no, please no, oh God
please no..." It was no use however, and Jane could hardly contain her
excitement as, from the pink foreskin wrapped around a bulbous knob the red
head began to emerge.  All the boys she'd sucked off in the back seat of
cars combined wouldn't be able to match the immensity of the love muscle
underneath her.  Against the crease of her vagina Chris' cock grew and
expanded.  The foreskin grew tight over the red glans as it pushed out, and
unable to contain herself any longer Jane at last reached out and touched
it.  Deftly she pushed her fingers under the sheath of skin and drew it
wide, the skin stretching easily now to accommodate the flared head; slowly
the head emerged until at last the bell-shaped end of the glans was exposed
and the foreskin remained nothing more than a loose pink collar below.

   For the third time in one day Chris was at the mercy of his member.  He
prayed in darkness for relief, his eyes tightly shut against something that
should never be.  Though pleasure again washed over him and trembling
muscles and nerve endings welcomed the touch of another being he prayed to
the Lord to remove him from the service of his only sibling.

   "Jane..." he gasped, "please don't...please stop."

   "Stop what?" his sister cooed softly.

   "Stop touching...stop touching..."

   She wrapped her hands around his shaft, barely able to form a complete
ring.  "Stop touching this?" she asked innocently.

   "Ye-ye-yes..." Chris panted.

   "You want me to stop doing this too then?" Her hands began to work up
and down his length and he shuddered and twisted below her.  Her legs
tightened around him then, and though his muscles rippled and flexed with
exertion they were no match for the strength she held in her thighs.  "Is
this not pleasant brother?"

   "No-no it is-ahh," the sigh accompanied a thick spurt of precum that
flowed up from his cock and slipped down the sides where it met her hands
and moistened her strokes.

   Jane's tongue ached to lick his cock clean of the fluid, but she held
back fervently "I can see you don't like that Chris," she said, "maybe you
would prefer a different area of focus?" She lifted her right hand now to
the pink foreskin, rubbing and pinching it as her other hand continued
stroking.  Slowly with her right she ascended to just below the ridge of
the head, circled it twice with her fingers, and then worked her way up to
the head as three more globs of precum appeared and ran down his member.

   "Jane I--I can't let you do this," Chris stammered, his eyes still
tightly shut.

   "Please open your eyes and talk to me, Chris, I can't do anything if you
won't look at me," Jane said with authority.

   Chris summoned his courage.  It was all he could do to hold his hips in
check and keep from bucking into her ministrations.  At last he cleared his
mind as best he could and slowly opened his eyes.  Before him sat his
sister, naked and sweating, her legs clamped tightly around his thighs. 
Below her pussy somewhere lay his balls, boiling and swelling against his
will.  From his crotch ascended a great mast of flesh, veins surging inside
until they reached the head, a bright red bell tipped with a divot from
which flowed an almost constant stream of thick fluid.  Behind this his
sister's torso was held tight against the taut flesh, her hands each
showering unbelievable attention on the shaft and head.  Her full breasts
half surrounded the head on either side, her upper arms occasionally
squeezing them together slightly so that they seemed to grip his cock as
well.  She was watching him intently through green eyes set deep in a
perfect face rimmed by luscious red hair that cascaded down to her
shoulders.

   Jane looked back at her brother, his eyes the twins of her own. 
Watching him she smiled and took gratification every time his eyes stopped
and focused on another one of her features.  At last he rested his gaze on
her chest, and though he occasionally averted his eyes elsewhere, he always
returned without fail to her breasts--the large puffy nipples, the subtle
variation in their bounce, the slight deviation in their size.  In a
thousand ways they were perfect in their mild imperfection, and whether he
realized it or not Chris licked his lips as he stared at them.

   She had him now.  Jane's hands left his cock and for a second Chris let
out a groan of relief.  Then his attention returned as his sister crossed
her arms around his prick and lifted her breasts with her forearms. 
Immediately a jolt of precum erupted from the tip of his cock and hit her
firmly under her chin, but Jane didn't stop.  She stared at him as he
watched her in return; wordlessly she drew her fingers up and rubbed her
nipples between thumb and forefinger.  Slowly she began to rock her entire
torso back and forth, sliding his cock up and down through the valley
between her tits.  More gooey white ropes leapt up the join the others and
hang down from her chin, and with a smile Jane said in a low voice "well it
looks like we found something you actually enjoy, brother."

   Chris remained silent, entranced by the sensations of his sister
titfucking him.  She could stop whenever she wanted, he was her prisoner;
why should he fight what he couldn't control?

   "What shall I do next?" she queried.

   Jane had him tied down.  She could end this in an instant if she wanted.
He couldn't control a situation if he couldn't even fight it.  "Next?" he
whispered.

   "You didn't expect me to titfuck you all night, did you?"

   He couldn't control Jane when she held him prisoner like this.  She
could untie him and end this in an instant if she wanted.  "I guess maybe
your...your..." He licked his lips again instinctively.

   "Use your words, dear.  Just like when we were little." Her smile was
maniacal, and only interrupted by another stream of precum splattering
against her lower jaw.

   He was her bound prisoner, she held the keys.  How could he resist when
she wouldn't release him?  "Your...mouth."

   The smile returned, and as she lowered her face to the tip of his cock
she spoke clearly for him to hear, "You're the boss, little brother."

   His face paled, whether due to her words or to the drop in blood
pressure as his member surged with greater force than ever before he could
not tell.  An inch from the tip she somehow knew to extend her tongue, thin
and salivating, and his hips bucked up involuntarily.  Her tongue slid down
his urethra with ease, the bumps and ridges of her tastebuds driving him
nearly into a frenzy of pleasure as her lips stretched around the head of
his cock.  In the midst it all his mind informed him in no uncertain terms
that no human should be able to take him in their mouth, but all that was
forgotten as Jane's beautiful mouth stretched and expanded, her jaw seemed
to drop down further than seemed possible, and he felt the ridges along the
roof of her mouth pass over the tip of his cock as she swallowed inch after
inch of his length.  Still she squeezed her breasts around the sides of his
shaft, all the while probing deeper into his hole while pints of precum
flowed steadily into her.

   Chris had thought he had reached the ultimate pleasure as he had taken
his member into his own mouth.  The memory of his taste and the sensation
of his tongue dipping into his tube now enhanced the experience of Jane
deepthroating him.  Her breath blew hot from her nose, and as the minutes
passed a gurgling began to emanate from her throat.  He knew his seed had
filled her, even without an orgasm; with a monumental effort he stopped
thrusting his hips and his cock no longer thrust back and forth into her
mouth.  Jane sensed the message he was trying to convey, and though she
knew she could have continued she slowly pulled back, extracting at least
twelve inches of cock from her mouth.  Finally the last of it was out, and
as she caught her breath she unfolded her arms and dropped beside him.

   She lay on her side and stared into his eyes again; as he watched her a
thin trickle of precum ran up and out of the side of her mouth.  Chris
leaned his head towards her without saying a word, but she understood his
meaning instantly.  She too leaned in and drew him into a passionate kiss.
Their tongues met and again he tasted his seed.  He couldn't help but suck
the flavor from her mouth, and Jane reciprocated by pouring no less than a
quart of his juice back into him, hot from her throat to his mouth.  "Are
you having fun yet?" she asked him in a mocking tone.

   "Yeah," he replied nodding, "I'd like to be able to use my hands though,
and show you what I can really do," Chris replied, glancing up at his bound
hands.

   "You won't run away on me, will you?" She asked coyly.

   "What, and not even get to cum?"

   She pretended to be shocked, "You haven't orgasmed yet?  Then what is
all this?" She stroked his shaft twice and like clockwork two fluid ropes
shot out, one landing by their feet, the other high on the wall.

   Chris shook his head and strained at the ropes to remind her of his
request.  "No, but believe me, you will know when I do."

   Again the smile, maniacal, loving, devious.  Jane reached up and untied
his hands--first the left and then the right, but she didn't release the
belts.  "Your feet stay where they are," she said.  Then she drew the loose
ends of the belts around her own wrists.  With her right hand she tightened
the left, and then repeated the process on the other side.  In an instant
Chris found himself bound to her, and now she mounted him so that his cock
slid up her backside with her facing him.

   Without words his fingers found her body.  First he rubbed her shoulders
and arms, feeling the rigid muscles underneath.  Sliding down her sides he
tickled her ribs, making her squirm and squeal.  Wherever his hands went
hers were never far away, sometimes pushing them to their next destination
and sometimes holding them in place while she quaked and quavered under his
touch.  His hands felt her rounded belly, her stomach still full of precum.

   "That's your fault, you know," she said.

   "Don't worry, it won't last," he replied.  For a moment a pouty look
crossed her beautiful face, but it was forgotten as he brought his hands to
her breasts.  At first he cupped them in his palms, tenderly feeling their
weight, then he pushed them up and together while she rocked forward
slightly as his cock twitched behind her.  Again and again he explored
every inch of her tits, finally finding the nipples.  His rough thumbs
circled the areolas, slowly spiraling inwards in concentric circles until
at last he gripped the tips.  The heat of the room had let them go soft but
now he pinched them hard and in an instant they firmed up and stood erect
before him as she sucked in her breath and held it while the joyous pain
subsided.  Again his cock twitched and again she was pushed forwards,
sliding easily on the layer of juices dripping steadily from her lower
lips. Chris looked his sister in the eyes, and she gave a quick nod of
ascension.  Without comment he lowered one of his hands.

   Once more a hand worked her sex masterfully, though this time it had no
connection to her own body.  Strong fingers dipped into her slit only to
withdraw in less than a second, each time hitting their mark in between her
legs.  Her legs spread wider and her cunt was exposed, rippled pink flesh
and, near the top, a white stud of a clitoris engorged with arousal.

   The first time his fingers brushed over the soft pink of her cunt Jane
shrank away nervously in spite of herself.  In her most intimate moments
with herself she had never been this open, yet soon the wave of ecstasy
caught up with her.  On the second pass she held her ground, and on the
third pass she pressed into him and held his hands there.  Every touch
brought his gentle fingers closer to her clit, and as he neared it she
gripped him tighter and tighter with her legs as she shut her eyes, riding
up higher on his chest with each flex of her legs and twitch of his cock.
Just as his fingers were about to strike the final target, a wetness met
her clit that she never expected.

   Her eyes opened and she stared down, shocked to find that her crotch was
over Chris' chin.  Her thighs were wrapped around his head and pressed
against his ears, and his hands now slid away from her pussy and gripped
the top of her legs.  His tongue darted over every inch of her cunt and she
moaned lowly in response.  Every few seconds the tip flicked up to her
clit, never staying long before returning to her other regions.  After the
tenth visit she gripped his hair tightly and locked on until his tongue
returned to where she wanted it and stayed there.  She released his hair
now and gripped the headboard, hanging on lest she fall off the bed in
blind pleasure.  The length of belt between their hands was too short for
him to hold her legs, but he quickly found a substitute as he again
discovered her breasts.  This time he was rougher, squeezing them
mercilessly as his tongue lavished her clit with attention.  Behind her his
cock throbbed and twitched, and bolt after bolt of hot white precum
showered the rear of her head and backside where it dripped down and
settled on Chris' chest.

   In an instant Jane lost all of her senses: sight, sound, smell, touch,
and taste abandoned her and the world was without definition.  In a flash
however they all returned, and with a degree of intensity she had never
known before.  Her universe went from unfathomably bleak to incalculably
brilliant in less than a second, and stayed there for what seemed like
hours.

   As a matter of fact her orgasm lasted only a few moments, but in those
moments her pussy opened up and let loose a torrent of clear fluid onto her
brother's face.  Her moans became bare noise issued from an untamed body,
her legs threatened to crush Chris' head, and her entire body spasmed
uncontrollably.

   Shortly it subsided, and Chris was able to push his sister off of him.
With firm hands he lifted her and placed her down beside him.  He easily
unbound his hands from the binding belts and then did the same for her
before sitting up and undoing those that held his feet as well.  Free at
last he turned on his side and wrapped an arm under Jane's back, holding
her steady as she returned to the real world while the other hand continued
to toy with her breasts.

   Presently she opened her eyes.  She could feel his cock pressing against
her thigh, and as her orgasm at last subsided she uttered two words, "I'm
ready."

   Chris nodded this time, and rolled on top of her.

   His length pushed him far down her abdomen to the point where as his
cock approached her pussy his face was level with the bottom of her
breasts. He kissed her softly just above her navel and then brought the
head up to meet her cunt.  In his excitement precum flowed faster and
faster from his tip; even he couldn't believe how much there was inside him
as his balls churned and boiled below him.  Lowering his head he looked
below him and gasped at what he saw: his balls swung heavily there, each
the size of a cantaloupe and riddled throughout the surface with purple
veins surging in time again with his pounding heart.  Where the precum
landed it pooled for a brief moment only to then disappear, seeming to be
absorbed by his sister's skin.  Jane grinded against the tip of his cock,
not seeing what was happening below.  For a moment he considered his
options, it seemed there was no way his member wouldn't hurt her--he hadn't
been able to push any of his tongue past her maidenhead even.  He could
pull away now and never look back--push his sister away and take care of
himself.

   But in his heart he knew that she could stop whenever she wanted; he was
her prisoner still, though the bonds no longer held him; why should he
fight what she controlled?

   Deep in thought Chris didn't notice when Jane wrapped her legs around
him, the balls of her feet pushed against his buttocks.  He didn't even
notice her reaching down and holding the head of his cock and the flowing
tip against her cunt.  He did notice however when her feet dug into his
buttocks and pulled him up.  For just a second his grand member bent as her
pussy seemed to grow even tighter, but hardly a moment later he was through
while Jane gasped in momentary pain.

   Another glance down showed a trickle of blood and Chris immediately
pulled back as he raised his head to look at his sister.  Over her breasts
he saw her face, her cringed expression, but as he opened his mouth to ask
if she was alright she bit her lip and dug her heels into his ass again. 
The first pull had squeezed not even two inches into her tunnel, and the
second barely an inch more.  As she pulled him in a third time at last the
entirety of the head of his cock disappeared into her.  She paused then to
draw in a breath and Chris clutched at her sides in order to try and pull
himself out and spare her.  But as he grasped her his muscles twitched and
his balls shuddered and sent a jet of lubricating fluid into her body;
violent spasms in his legs forced him forward against his will, and two
more inches slid into his sister.

   Jane gasped and squeaked, but not in pain.  Pleasure rippled through her
lower half and the squeak dropped at the end into a moan.  She raised her
arms and held her brother under his armpits, pulling him further up into
her.  He responded with a slow pumping motion, pushing into her slowly,
drawing out an inch and putting one and a half into her.  Her moans fell
into step with his thrusts, and he too began to grunt with exertion.  With
eight inches to go from the base of his cock he buried his face in her
breasts with each push, licking the residue of his seed from her chest and
sucking her nipples.  He was encountering more resistance now as even her
deep hole must have an end.  Six inches to go and he found her cervix at
the crest of his thrusts.  Precum kept flowing into her, however, and each
time he miraculously found another fraction of an inch to go.  Four inches
in and she came once more, shattering into a million pieces as he lavished
her neck with kisses and put her back together again.  Three inches to go
and another orgasm rocked her; this time her breathing grew shallow and her
heart slowed while time dilated and stretched her pleasure for, from her
perspective, hours.  Two inches left and her orgasm knocked pictures from
the wall.  One inch remaining and her orgasm locked her brother inside of
her for five full minutes while she held on for dear life.

   When Chris bottomed out in Jane's cunt the tip of his penis pushed
against the barrier of her cervix and held there.  Neither sibling moved
lest they both become disassembled.  Together they were one, and separate
they were none.  Chris' trembling figure stopped utterly and held steady
while beneath him his sister pressed herself into his chest.  Their eyes
met and locked, and without words both knew what was coming.  Every muscle
in Chris' body relaxed and he collapsed onto Jane while she once more
wrapped her legs around him and held him inside her.  Between his legs two
melon-sized balls began to clench in unison, the only active muscles in
Chris' body contracting and pumping.  Chris' precum had been a potent mix
of bodily fluids and sperm, cloudy white and thin.  The hot cum that flowed
through him now was pure white and thicker than anything he'd produced
before.  The passage through his pipes almost scalded his internal
plumbing, and as Jane felt it rocketing up his cock towards her she gasped
at the heat.  Pints, quarts, gallons flowed into her; her belly filled once
more with fluid, this time from another end.  Strength returned to her
brother gradually, and he lifted himself up and began to pull out even as
his cock still pumped her full of his seed.  Quaking thighs supported him
as he lifted himself to his knees and withdrew completely, and he rolled
off her onto his back.

   Smiling she straddled him one last time and massaged his still pumping
cock behind her.  "You were right, I did know when you came," she said. 
Rising up, she grabbed his throbbing member behind her and as his balls
fell into an alternating rhythm once more and pumped a steady river of cum
she pushed her anus down on his still hard cock.  This time the process was
fast and she bottomed out on his prick in just a minute.  "You didn't think
we were done, did you?  This is just for my special brother."

   She dropped down on his chest and rode him as his orgasm slowly
subsided. Even as thick white cum burst from her asshole around the seal of
his cock she kept going, rubbing the fluid over herself and licking her
fingers from time to time.  After another fifteen minutes it was finally
over, and Chris lay fast asleep again on his bed while Jane snuggled beside
him.  In time his snoring resumed and she knew he wouldn't be awoken when
she slipped out.  Standing, she stretched and touched her toes.  She felt
alive like she never had before.  Glancing down she saw the trash can
sitting on the floor, still filled with cum.  Through the doorway she heard
the splash of water in the bathtub.  Grinning wickedly to herself, she
lifted the can up and held it against her swollen belly.  Unlocking the
door, she passed through and padded across the hall.  The sound of the
water in the bathtub was augmented now by the sound of jacuzzi jets.  Not
daring to breath Jane opened to door and tiptoed in.  Her mother was
reclined in the tub, all the jets turned on full blast around her, with a
dark washcloth over her eyes.  Scented candles added to the musk which
remained thick in the air.  As Jane approached the tub with the can held in
her hands she saw her mother working the fingers of her right hand between
her legs.  Suppressing a laugh, Jane slowly tipped the contents of the can
into the foot of the tub.  The bubbles of the jets turned the seed into a
frothy mix that quickly surrounded her mother, and Jane felt herself
growing wet between the legs again as her mother's task between her legs
grew more frenzied with each passing second.

   Wary of overstaying her welcome, Jane left the trashcan on the floor and
removed herself from the bathroom.  As she shut the door behind her, she
paused.  Beneath her a combination of her brother's seed and her own juices
dripped from her sex, and for an instant she wondered if she'd ever be more
than ten minutes from needing a fuck again.  Inside her womb the sperm
churned and soaked into her, and she sensed that something new grew there
as well as her breasts began to ache to be stroked.  Downstairs she could
still hear the sound of the television, and she knew Daddy was likely
watching one of his "gentleman's films" again.  She almost turned back to
her room, to try and quell her need on her own again.  Instead she turned
to the stairs.  She would be eighteen next year, and she felt it was about
time Daddy showed her what went into a "gentleman's film." 

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