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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read if it's illegal for you to
view adult content where you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is entirely coincidental. And
finally, the author does not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a
newspaper he would be sickened and appalled. 
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Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this story to be distributed, as
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(young, incest, non-consensual, m/f)

My Brother, My Master
Part Three: Cry Into Nothing
by S. Bockman

	I dreamed of Carol.
	She had been one of my best friends for almost two years now, ever since I was
a freshmen in high school. We had met the second semester in an art class, and
had hit it off immediately. 
	Right away I saw she was gorgeous. About 5'6" with long, light brown hair, she
had a stunning body and she knew it. She flaunted it. She liked to wear short
dresses and simple make-up; bright colored bras under light white t-shirts. My
mother had once made the comment that she was a slut, and I had gotten pissed
at her for that but I could understand why she would think it. She dressed the
part.
	She was smart though, and funny. And yes, she was more sexually active than
myself, but was by no means a slut. She rarely had boyfriends and had only had
sex with two different people (including Chris, her current interest). 
	She and I had been through a lot together. We began smoking together, tried
weed for the first time together, shared our secrets together. But the one
secret I could never share with her was the one I had told my brother the night
before: that is, that she made me horny. 
	Now, I'm not a lesbian, but I may be bisexual. I get turned on at lesbian
porn, and love reading it. However, I've never done it, or even seriously
considered trying. After all, my parents have always hated homosexuals; they're
sinners, they say. Going straight to hell. Even though I'm not as bigoted as
they are, there beliefs have influenced my own in some ways.
	But this night I drempt of Carol and I together. It was a simple dream; the
two of us naked, lying in a field, feeling each other. 
	I awoke at the sound of my own moaning and felt my finger thrust inside my
cunt. I had been masturbating; I had never done that before during a dream! I
was incredibly wet, and the longer I lay there the quicker I realized I was
extremely worked up. I needed a release, so I continued fingering myself.
	I thought of Carol as I did. In my mind I pretended she and I were in a parked
car, and she had her hand on my thigh... soon I had her on her knees, her face
between my legs, her tounge buried in my twat—
	I came. In an explosion of ecstasy I came, hard, as Carol's head remained
between my legs in my mind. A smile crossed my lips as I imagined if it could
be true, but then as the waves of pleasure stopped I realized what I had been
doing. I felt dirty, and a little sick.
	This was Carol! My friend, and a girl!!! How could I be thinking of her like
that? How could I actually get off at the thought of being a dyke? I couldn't
believe myself. I tossed and turned the rest of the night, not sleeping as I
tried to figure things out.
	Was I messed up, or what? It seemed I was becoming everything I hated. The
idea that I had flirted with the notion of being like this through my porno
interests scared me. After all, that would make all this my fault. But who
else's fault could it be?
	At nine in the morning I finally got out of bed and took a shower. The regrets
going through my mind continued to plague me. But once I got undressed and saw
myself in the mirror, all that changed. I was horny again, extremely so, and
the forbidden thoughts of Carol in my arms entered my head and washed over me.
	The regret from before was still there, but on the back burner now as I
entered the hot shower. I ran my hands over my body and pretended she was with
me, pretended it was her body I was feeling. Soon I was fingering myself again,
but this time just as I was nearing orgasm I stopped when I heard the phone
ring.
	I got out of the shower and put on my robe. Soon I was in my bedroom, picking
up the phone. It was Rich.
	"Hey babe, how are you?" he asked.
	"Fine," I breathed. I was still worked up from my little fingering session,
and out of breath from running to the room.
	"Cool. Hey, did you wanna get together later? Carol is working until ten but
Chris invited us over to play pool," he said. He sounded in a really good
mood... No wonder, I thought. He got a blowjob yesterday.
	"Hm. I forgot Carol was working tonight. Okay, sounds good. You gonna pick me
up?" I said.
	"Yeah, around two okay? We can order pizza," he said.
	"Cool. See you later!" 
	"Bye." He hung up.
	I went back to the bathroom and turned the shower off. I disrobed and dried
myself properly, watching myself in the mirror as I did. I began to get aroused
again, but decided not to do anything about it.
	I'd be seeing Rich later.

*****

	Before he arrived at two o' clock, I called Carol. She was still home, but was
getting ready to leave for work.
	"Hey! You're working until ten tonight?" I asked her.
	"Yeah," she sighed. Her sweet voice made me tingle all over... but I
suppressed that thought, refusing to accept it. "I'm about to leave, actually.
Why, what's up?"
	"Not much," I said. "Rich and I are going over to Chris' in a few minutes. Are
you coming over afterwards?"
	"Can't," she replied. "My parents wouldn't allow it. Unless, of course, I told
them I was spending the night at your house...?"
	"You could do that," I began slowly. Then an idea hit me. "Or, you could
actually spend the night here. My brother bought me a fifth of Bacardi... we
could split it."
	"Why not just bring it over to Chris'? We could all drink it..."
	"Can't," I said. "My parents call to check up on me, and Steve wouldn't let me
take it out of the house anyway."
	"Oh, okay," she said. She paused for a moment, as if weighing her options.
"I'll spend the night at your house, then. It'll be cool. Hey, I just
remembered! What's going on with you and Rich?"
	I smiled. "Nothing much."
	"Liar! I saw you two yesterday! What were you doing upstairs, hmm?" she asked.
	"Nothing! I was just showing him my room!"
	She laughed in response.
	"Look, I'll tell you all about it later, okay?" I said.
	"Fine," she replied. "But I gotta get going. I'll be over at your house at
around eleven, okay?"
	"Perfect. See ya!"
	I went downstairs to wait for Rich. Steve wasn't home, so I left him a note
telling him Carol would be spending the night, and asking him to get us a fifth
of Bacardi. Even though he hadn't wanted me to let her spend the night the
night before, I felt for some reason that he wouldn't mind this time.
	Rich finally arrived and we went over to Chris' house. As we rode alone
together, perverted thoughts entered my head once again. I remembered the
feeling of sucking his cock; the taste of his semen shooting down my throat. I
was turned on to the point where it was all I could think of.
	"Well?" he said, interrupting my thoughts.
			"What? Well what?" I asked, flustered.
	He groaned. "Haven't you been listening? I asked if you wanted to smoke a
joint with me and Chris in awhile."
	"Sure, yeah, whatever," I said, trying not to stare at his crotch. "Wait,
aren't his parents home?"
	"His dad is at work and then I guess he's going to a party or something. Chris
said he had the place to himself."
	We pulled up in his driveway a few minutes later. When I got out of the car I
quickly lit up a cigarette and tried to regain my composure. Why couldn't I
stop thinking of hard dicks shoved in my mouth? I knew my panties were damp,
now, and was ashamed at that. But the shame was less than it had been before. I
was finally beginning to accept my raging hormones, and not feel guilty because
of them.
	Chris greeted us at the door. Like I mentioned earlier, I've never really
liked him too much. He's a skinny little guy into goth-like music. You know,
Korn, Marylin Manson, etc. Hard techno greeted my ears as I entered his house,
typical for Chris.
	I prefer punk music myself. NoFX, Pennywise, Descendents, etc. I'm not one of
those people that let their taste in music determine their wardrobe (unlike
Chris), but that's only because I love dresses and wouldn't want to bleach my
hair. I usually wear tight t-shirts with cartoon characters (ANIME mostly, like
Sailor Moon) on them, tight fitting jeans, etc., when I'm not wearing dresses.
I guess there's no real category I fit in, when it comes to wardrobe...
	We went down to Chris' basement and him and Rich began playing pool. I looked
through Chris' CD's but found no good ones, so I lit a cigarette and sat down
to watch the game. I found myself growing horny again, but I smiled when I
realized that I might be able to get Rich alone later for a nice blowjob...!
	Suddenly there was a beeping sound. It was Rich's pager, and he frowned after
he looked at it. "Dammit!" he exclaimed. 
	"What is it?" I asked.
	"I gotta leave for awhile. My mom said she'd page me if my brother needed a
ride to his soccer game, and I guess he does. I gotta go," he said.
	"How long?" I pouted.
	"An hour, maybe two. I'll hurry back. Do you just want to stay here?" he
asked.
	I briefly considered going with him, then decided against it. Although I
didn't relish the idea of being alone with Chris, I'd rather do that than
accompany Rich and his brother to some stupid soccer game. "Yeah, I guess.
Hurry back, though."
	"No problem," he said.
	"See ya man," Chris said.
	"Yep," he replied. Then he was gone. 
	Silence followed for a little while after that. Chris didn't like me much
either, who knows why. Finally he said, "Wanna smoke a j with me?"
	"What about Rich?" I asked.
	He shrugged, popping the poorly rolled joint between his lips. "He can have
one too when he gets back. Got plenty."
	He sparked it up and took a long drag from it, then offered the pot to me. I
took it and also took a long hit, maybe longer than his. I was an expert at
smoking weed, after all. I'd been doing it for two years.
	Before long I was getting stoned. Suddenly I began to grow horny again, and
all I could think of the penis in the room that happened to be attached to
Chris. I looked at him again, and decided he wasn't all that bad. Sure, he was
kind of twerpy and wore stupid clothes (all black, collars, etc.) but he was
kind of cute besides that. I stared at his crotch and imagined what it would be
like to suck him off...
	When the joint was gone I was completely blown out. I stood up, and stretched,
noticing out of the corner of my eye Chris looking at me as I did so. I smiled
to myself; I love it when guys stare at my breasts! 
	Suddenly I decided to take a huge risk. I didn't care about the consequences;
I was horny and stoned and without regret. "Whoa, it's hot in here! Isn't it
HOT!" I said.
	Chris shrugged, trying not to stare at me as I stood closer to him. He was
sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, looking up at me and my body. "Nah,
maybe a little."
	"No, it's hot!" I assured him. And with that, I pulled off my shirt and sat
down next to him.
	He didn't say a word, only stared at me, eyes wide in shock. 
	"That's better," I sighed. I lit up a cigarette then, too, and smiled at him.
"What?"
	"Nothing," he stammered. 
	"Oh, I get it! You're looking at my tits! Do you like them?" I laughed.
	"What the hell?" he exclaimed in surprise at my comment. I could tell he was
extremely aroused, and I felt sorry for him. He was like a deer caught in the
headlights; afraid to look but unable to turn away.
	"Yeah, you like them," I teased. "Here, wanna feel?" With that I grabbed his
hand and placed it on my right breast, and sighed in pleasure.
	"Whoa," he gasped. "What're you doing?"
	I smiled wickedly then, and unstrapped my bra. I left it on for a short moment
to build up his anticipation, then let it drop to the ground. "Are they nice?"
I whispered.
	"Yeah," he whispered back. "Real nice..."
	I smiled again. "You gotta show me yours, now."
	Quickly he began pulling off his shirt, but I stopped him. "No, silly! I want
to see this..."
	I placed my hand on his crotch, feeling his cock straining against his black
cords. He gasped again, then paused as if trying to make up his mind what to
do. I wouldn't wait, though, so I began unzipping the cordoray pants.
	He was wearing boxers and his cock had sprung through already, so I was
greeted with the sight of his decently sized prick right away. I held it in my
hand, then said, "Mm, I like it. Chris, can I kiss it?"
	He was breathing heavily now. "I'll take that as a yes," I said.
	I leaned down and felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as I let his prick
slide into my moist mouth. I rolled my tounge over his head like I'd done with
Rich the day before, and it pulsed and throbbed as I did so. 
	Chris was moaning audibly now, and his hands had gripped my head and guided me
to take his whole length down my throat, which I did eagerly. He wasn't nearly
as big as Rich, so it was no problem... In fact, I kind of liked his smaller
dick better, because of that.
	I was moaning too, and I think that turned Chris on even more. "Karen..." he
gasped. "We... we... shouldn't... oh..."
	I worked harder and faster, taking him all the way down then going back up,
when suddenly I felt Chris' body go tense and his hands tighten around my head,
almost hurting me, pressing me down into his crotch until his hard shaft was
buried all the way down my throat. Suddenly he came in a gasp, and his hot cum
shot down my throat and straight into my belly. It was so degrading, so
dirty....
	And I loved it. 
	After I was finished I smiled at him, but he only had a look of shock on his
face. He was breathing hard, not moving besides that. I stood up and said, "I'm
gonna go wash up."
	I went upstairs and found the bathroom where I brushed my teeth with someone's
brush (I didn't care), then went back downstairs. Chris was playing a game of
pool by himself, not very well since he was stoned, and I sat down to enjoy a
cigarette. 
	Sometime after I got dressed again and finally, Rich got back. He rolled up a
joint and shared it with Chris, but I abstained since I was still pretty gone.
I watched them play pool as I sat on the couch chain-smoking, watching them
through a haze of smoke and ash as I imagined each of their dicks in my mouth.

******

	At ten-thirty Rich drove me home. I was really horny again, of course, so I
tried to get him to let me suck him off while he drove, but he refused citing
safety reasons. So finally I got home, horny still although not really stoned
anymore but completely confused.
	Confused because the thought of fucking either one of them hadn't even crossed
my mind tonight. And I wanted to, now that I had time to look back and
consider. But while I was alone with them, only the idea of sucking them off
turned me on... but that left me unsatisfied. 
	I entered the house and found a bottle of Bacardi waiting for me on the table.
I picked it up and examined it; my favorite, I thought to myself. Steve entered
the kitchen then, and said hello.
	"Hi, thanks for getting this," I told him. "Do you need any money for it?"
	"No," he said. "Here, drink this." 
	He handed me another bottle, a plain looking greenish bottle nearly full with
some kind of liquid. I drank it down without question, when suddenly my memory
returned and I knew exactly what was going on.
	He smiled. "So, have fun with Rich?" he asked.
	"Not really," I replied. I left it at that as I thought back to my earlier
experiences with my brother and this... what had he called it? Swinefen. It was
totally messing me up, making me do things I didn't want. I began to grow
angry.
	He must have noticed, because he said, "Hey, chill out, sis. What's wrong?"
	"What's wrong?" I asked. "I'll tell you! In the last two days I've sucked off
two different guys... I'm horny all the time, and I don't know why. Except I
do, after you make me drink this damned stuff. And right now, Carol is on her
way over, and I'm going to try to seduce her! That's what's wrong!"
	He laughed aloud. "Whoa, calm down. Look Karen, you're not doing anything you
don't want to... I'm just finally giving you an excuse."
	"Bullshit!" I yelled. "I don't want my friend, Carol! I don't want to suck
cock! I'm not like that!"
	He grew serious as he said, "No sis, you are. That's why you read all that
porn. Because you want to be like that."
	"Hey, I can't lie to you, remember! So don't say shit like that! I don't want
to do what you're making me do! And if you were any kind of brother, you'd
stop!" I was near tears as I continued yelling. I called him all sorts of
names, I can't even remember now exactly what was said. Only that it pissed him
off.
	When I was finally finished he walked right up to me, so close my breasts were
nearly touching his chest. He was a good seven inches taller than me, so I had
to look up to keep talking. But when I tried to continue my rampage he grabbed
me harshly by the arms and said in a very cold voice, "Shut the fuck up, Karen.
Shut up! Listen to me. You'll do everything I tell you to do. And you do want
to seduce Carol, because I SAY YOU DO! You want her, and you want me, and you
want to suck guys off and you like it. And these feelings of guilt you have are
going to stop right now, got it? RIGHT NOW!"
	Suddenly I realized he was right. As soon as the words were spoken they became
true, and I actually wanted my own brother. My mind spun as my whole demeanor
changed, my very thoughts doing a 180 as we stood there, him holding me.
	I could feel my pussy begin to dampen.
	"Steven," I whispered. I had a hungry look in my eyes as I stared up at him.
	His look of anger began to fade and he said, "Karen, you're a horny, hot
little slut. Got it? You love a good fuck, don't you?"
	"Yes!" I cried, pressing my body against his.
	"You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?" he breathed heavily.
	"Yes, more than anything!" I wrapped my arms around him and began running them
up and down his back, pulling my body tightly against his. I could feel his
cock pressing against me through his jeans, and I gasped at the sensation.
	He ripped off my shirt then, and I did the same to him. There was a moment of
hesitation as he looked at me, his baby sister, two years his minor. His sister
whom he had protected and argued with and grown up with, now a hot young woman
he desired so much he was willing to go to these lengths to get her. His baby
sister, always so immature, always so annoying...
	And now he had his cock pressed against me and my shirt off.
	I knew what was coming and I wanted it more than anything. I let go of him and
lay down on the kitchen floor and motioned for him to join me. I was trembling
in anticipation. My own brother, standing above me with a bulge between his
legs, his penis straining against the confines of his pants awaiting to enter
me, his little sister. "Steve," I moaned, waiting for him to get on top of me.
	His eyes never left mine as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the
ground. He nodded at me so I did the same, unzipping my jeans and pulling them
all the way off so that only my bra and panties were left. Without waiting for
a prompt I removed them quickly so that I was completely naked upon the
linoleium floor, my warm flesh pressed against its cool surface.
	When I was done undressing I looked up to see he was naked now, too. His cock
was standing straight out and he held the mighty organ in his right hand,
stroking it with a smile on his face. My eyes widened as I examined its size.
At least ten inches long, and thicker than a cucumber. "You want me really bad,
don't you?" he breathed.
	"Yes!" I whimpered. "I need you! Right now! Please.... please fuck me, Steve!"
	"Okay sis," he said. "I will."
	He lay down then upon me, pressing his right hand against my pussy. He found
it damp enough, so without further ado he began pressing his huge cock against
my cuntal opening. 
	I gripped it in my hands, gasping at the feel of its size, and helped guide it
into me. I bucked my lower body upwards, crying in pain as the huge instrument
stretched my pussy open wide. 
	I couldn't believe its size! It hurt like hell, pressing into me slowly,
slowly. He was grunting above me at the effort, and he said, "Jesus, you're
tight as hell! Fuck... fuck...."
	A few inches in his cock reached a barrier. My maidenhood, my cherry. It hurt
like hell when the head of his penis hit it, making me cry out as I bit my
lower lip to keep from screaming. He withdrew a little then, and said, "You
like this."
	And I did. I knew what he was about to do, but instead of bracing myself for
the coming pain I anticipated it, welcomed it. And when he thrust his hips
forward and smashed through my hymen, I cried out as my body shook in a
tremendous orgasm.
	I looked down then, sweat dripping from my brow, to see there was still a good
five inches of cockmeat left for me. I dropped back onto the floor, unable to
hold myself up anymore, and let go of his penis as well. I whimpered and mewed
in pleasure and pain as he continued pressing into me, inch after inch.
	Finally he pressed his body against me and kissed me heatedly on the mouth. I
kissed him back, loving the feeling of my brother's tounge swirling around
inside my mouth. He gripped my tits in his hands and began pulling on them as
he remained motionless, allowing my poor abused pussy to get used to the size
of his enormous member.
	A few moments passed as my body shook through a couple minor orgasms from his
kissing and manipulation of my tits, when finally he began humping me again. He
pulled his cock out slowly, probably about six inches, then thrust in again.
	I was crying in pleasure now, screaming in delight. I couldn't believe how
great this all felt, his cock ramming in and out of me. My hands were on his
back again and my fingernails dug into his flesh as I came again, harder than
before, harder than ever before. My mind swam and my vision blackened for a
moment at the climax when his cock slammed hard into me. His hands were on my
ass now, pulling me closer to him, trying to get deeper into his little sister
than was possible.
	My body was drenched in sweat now, and the kitchen was full of the sounds of
his cock slurping in and out of me, me moaning and screaming, and him grunting.
"Cum– cum inside me... cum inside me!!" I cried out through chattering teeth
when I felt his body began to tense as orgasm approached.
	"Ugh!" he grunted as he slammed one last time into me, driving his rock hard
member deep inside my tight little cunt. And then I felt a gyser erupt between
my legs as string after string of hot semen flooded into me. I came again, and
again, and cried out at the incredible feeling of my own brother's cum pouring
into me, engulfing me, filling me.
	He lay atop me with his dick still inside for a few moments, trying to catch
his breath. "That was... that was better than I'd ever imagined..." he finally
whispered in my ear.
	I couldn't speak. My body was dripping with sweat and I was totally spent,
unable to move, too overcome by my many orgasms to even think straight. I could
feel his penis shrinking inside me, and that nearly made me cum as well. 
	Finally my brother got up and began dressing. "Go take a shower, Carol's going
to be here any moment," he said. "I'll clean up this mess. When I say the three
words all you'll remember is sitting here at the table chatting with me, then
going to take a shower before your friend arrived. You won't remember anything
else that happened.
	"You have a job to do tonight. Don't fuck it up."
	He walked out of the room, and I stood up at looked at the floor. Cum was
still dripping down my leg and it made a little puddle on my parent's linoleum,
which was also covered in sweat and saliva. I gathered up my clothes and went
to take a shower.

END OF PART THREE
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