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Archive name: stepslut.txt (mf, ff, teens, mc, nc, growth)
Authors name: Farleven (farleven@yahoo.com)
Story title : How I Became My Stepbrother's Slut

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How I Became My Stepbrother's Slut
By Farleven (farleven@yahoo.com)
May 2002: /~farleven/

***

I write these stories for personal enjoyment and for the 
comments. If there's something you think I need to work 
on or something you like please let me know. Flames will 
of course be ignored. 

***

I wish I could say when everything started to go wrong. I 
suppose it would go back to when my parents divorced, but 
really I think it was when my mom remarried. I'd been 
fine without dad, he was really a creep, one of those 
guys that girls get all doe eyed and stupid over in high 
school although they know how bad he is. Of course my mom 
made the mistake of marrying him and in the end the only 
good thing that came out of it all was me, or at least 
that's what she says now. 

My name is Terri; I don't really have a last name, not 
anymore. I didn't want to keep my dad's last name, or my 
step Dad's name and Harlesenterburges is just such a 
terrible name I would never want it, even if it was my 
Mom's. Of course it really doesn't matter anymore, but 
that's where I'm at, having a last name isn't really 
important after all.

I was pretty much a typical sophomore before all of this, 
going to school, giggling about boys and generally trying 
to get away with anything I could under my Mom's nose. 
All my friends told me I was pretty, and I know I had a 
pretty good body, though my breasts were a bit on the 
small side. I wasn't anything out of the ordinary, I 
suppose, but I was happy with who I was.

When my mom remarried, I didn't just get a new dad. I 
also got a brother, a 15-year-old geeky brother. Not that 
all brothers aren't geeky at that age. This was Brandon, 
he was a bit shorter than I was and gangly, clearly he 
hadn't hit that mid teen growth spurt yet. He wasn't too 
weird, but I really didn't have any need for him either. 
Pretty much we just ignored each other, and it was an 
arrangement that worked.

It did take some getting used to sharing a house with men 
again. It'd been years since my Dad had been in the 
house, and it took some getting used to in the morning. 
Sharing a bathroom wasn't much fun and I had to be a lot 
more careful when wrapping up in a towel than I was used 
to. Like everything else in life, I dealt with it, not 
that I didn't complain, but what's the fun in being a 
teenager if you don't complain?


CHAPTER TWO

After the initial adjustment life pretty much fell to a 
normal routine. It wasn't until several months later that 
things really started to go wrong. It was a pretty normal 
morning, I was rushing through my routine and mom was 
trying to stick her nose in.

"Now, honey why don't you sit down and eat? It's not good 
for you to just have a piece of toast and run." Mom 
prodded. This wasn't unusual, I rarely sat down for 
breakfast any more, and whenever she could she tried to 
get me sitting at the table.

"I've got to meet up with Susan, Mom." I replied as I 
munched on my toast and guzzled my glass of juice. I'd 
tried skipping the juice before but Mom put up a big 
fight then so I didn't even try anymore. I still had a 
little time, so I didn't push more than I had to, at 
least today.

"Good morning, Brandon." Mom smiled. I looked over and 
saw my stepbrother walking in and my jaw just dropped. 
The gangly little geek he'd been the night before was now 
a hunk, or at least not bad looking. He looked almost 
buffed dressed in just a T-shirt and jeans, his standard 
fair. 

"What happened to you?" I asked in awe. I'd seen some 
changes in people before, hitting puberty does that to 
people, but this was just unreal. Brandon had just 
changed from geek to guy in one night.

"I don't know, I just woke up like this." Brandon 
answered. His befuddled look said it all. He had no clue, 
but I could tell he wasn't objecting. I wasn't either, if 
you had to have a guy in your house, it was much better 
when he looked good.

"Well, you look great, Brandon," Mom said as she dropped 
a plate of bacon and eggs down for him. Brandon had 
started out like me, trying to skip breakfast, but she'd 
won him over with her cooking. I knew it was good food, 
but I had to keep my figure.

"Gotta go! See ya tonight." I yelled and raced out while 
mom was distracted with Brandon. I had to take my chances 
where I could, and set off for Susan's house. Susan was 
one of my best friends. She was a short little Asian girl 
that had moved in down the street when I was six. We 
struck it off right away, being the only two girls our 
age in the neighborhood and we've been friends ever 
since. 

As I strolled down the sidewalk I wondered just what had 
happened to Brandon. That kind of change just wasn't 
normal, not that I really minded. It was just weird 
enough for me to take real notice of though. Still there 
were plenty of other things to concern myself with, and 
by the time I'd met up with Susan, I was off on other 
issues. This may have been the beginning but it was just 
another day at the time.



CHAPTER THREE


After the initial shock of Brandon's change, I hardly 
gave it a second thought. I did however take notice that 
he wasn't nearly as shy around girls, including me. After 
a couple of good leers from him after running from the 
bathroom in just a long towel, I decided I needed to 
cover up a bit more. 

So I started going around in a nice full robe, just to 
keep him a bit more at bay. That didn't stop him from 
looking though, and in truth, I just got kind of used to 
it. I'd been getting the same kind of looks from other 
boys all the time, and there wasn't any reason for 
Brandon to be different.

It was a couple of weeks after we all met the buffed up 
Brandon that the next strange thing happened. I had gone 
to the bathroom to do my normal nightly wash-up and had 
forgotten my robe. I thought about going and getting it, 
but decided it wasn't that important, I could use a towel 
just for one night. 

All through my shower I felt really tingly, it wasn't 
like I was getting aroused or anything, it was just this 
strange tingling sensation in my head. I wondered if I 
was having a reaction to my shampoo, and quickly washed 
it out. 

I stepped out of the shower and took a moment to look in 
the mirror. I knew I wasn't bad looking but it was still 
a little strange looking in the mirror and seeing a woman 
looking back. I posed a little, and wondered for a moment 
just how I'd look if my chest filled out a bit more. I 
was still growing, so there was the chance I would get to 
find out.

I reached for my robe, felt the tingling again, and 
remembered I'd forgotten my robe in my room. I shrugged 
at my own flightiness, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it 
over my chest snuggly. I grabbed the doorknob and hoped 
that Brandon wasn't around as I stepped out. Of course, 
there he was just smiling with this sly smile wrapped 
around his face, like he was expecting something.

Just as I looked into his eyes, I felt that tingle in my 
head again. I stared at him blankly, and felt a tug on my 
towel and felt it fall from my sides. I looked down in 
shock and saw it hang from my right hand, like I'd pulled 
it off. My eyes shot back to Brandon and I just watched 
as his eyes rolled over me. All the while, that tingling 
sensation filled my head, and I just stood there, unable 
to do anything. Other than blush that is, I could just 
feel the embarrassment seeping from me as my stepbrother 
gawked at me.

Brandon just stared at me for the longest time as I stood 
there, his stupid grin plaster across his lips every 
moment. He didn't say anything, and I couldn't. Then he 
just looked up at me and nodded. I felt the tingling 
change and I felt like I could move again, I felt the 
urge to throw that towel back around me and run to my 
room, but I didn't. I turned away from him slowly, and 
started whipping the towel around as I strutted back to 
my room and gently closed the door. 

Just as the door clicked shut, the tingling stopped and I 
just collapsed on the floor. It was like I'd been a 
puppet and my strings had been cut. I sat on the floor 
shuddering for a few minutes before I pulled myself 
together again and finished getting ready for bed. I was 
scared, something very strange had just happened. I'd not 
just flashed my stepbrother but given him a whole show. I 
wondered what had came over me. He was a lot cuter now, 
and I'd let my fantasies run a bit wide lately, but I'd 
never acted so impulsive. My mom kept saying hormones did 
strange things to girls at my age, but this was just too 
weird for me to chalk it up to that.



CHAPTER FOUR


Unfortunately, it didn't end there. Brandon and I shared 
the upstairs of our house. We each had a bedroom and 
shared the small bathroom and a small living room. Mom 
and my step dad didn't come up much unless they needed 
something, which was rare. They also tended to go to bed 
earlier than Brandon and I did, so by the time I'd get 
ready for bed our parents would be sound asleep. If they 
did choose to come up, the steps were creaky and they 
preferred to announce themselves, so they weren't about 
to surprise us.

The morning after my little strip show for Brandon he 
just gave me a knowing smile at my own blushed cheeks and 
didn't say anything. I wondered just what he though of 
me. Probably nothing good, good girls didn't show off 
they're bodies to their brothers even if they weren't 
blood. 

I hadn't even shown off my nakedness to anyone before, or 
done anything else like that with a boy. I'd kissed some 
and had a few groping sessions, but that was it. Now I 
had to wonder if Brandon thought I was some kind of 
tramp. I didn't like that thought, but I'd pretty much 
done just what it'd take to have him think that.

Still he didn't pursue anything with me at least not 
then. We even carried on normally for a few days, like 
nothing at happened. It was almost a week later when I 
felt that tingling again. I was shaving my legs and it 
just rolled over me for a moment. I shivered for a 
moment, having flashbacks of my little strip tease. Then 
it went away and I went back to shaving. 

When I finished I looked down and smiled at my work, only 
a few little cuts this time. Then I had the strangest 
notion. I looked between my legs and just gagged on the 
hair around my slit. I hadn't bothered me before but 
somehow it just didn't look very becoming today, and 
since I had all the tools at my disposal I decided to do 
something about it. I pulled out a trimmer and buzzed off 
the furriest part real quick. It felt really good having 
the trimmer humming around down there too. 

I'd heard about vibrators before but hadn't tried one. I 
could understand the appeal now. With the trimming done, 
I lathered myself up and quickly shaved off the rest, 
especially pleased that I didn't even nick myself once. I 
washed off the rest of the lather, looked down, and 
smiled, my little cunt looked much cuter like this all 
naked and smooth. I still didn't know what had possessed 
me to do it, but I liked the look and feel of my bare 
little mound.

I showered off quick after that and toweled off. Then 
another wave of tingles hit me as I went to grab my robe. 
I stared at it for a moment then decided not to. It was 
strange, but I didn't feel like wearing it tonight, so I 
didn't. With that decided I turned to the door and opened 
it up. 

I walked out completely naked, and turned to my room and 
saw my stepbrother standing in the hall just smiling 
again. I wondered for a moment what he was smiling about 
before I remembered I'd left my robe in the bathroom. 
Just as I was about to squeal in embarrassment I felt the 
tingle roll over me again.

"Hi, sis." Brandon smiled as if he was just passing by. 
He'd taken up calling me sis almost as soon as our 
parents married. It grated me a bit at first, but now it 
was the least of my problems.

"What's going on?" I whimpered, surprised I could say 
anything at all, and that my shrill screech had been 
reduced to a mere whisper.

"Just checking you out! Man you're hot, and you even 
shave your pussy. That is so cool." Brandon replied, just 
like we were having an ordinary conversation. The 
tingling was just boring into me now, and suddenly I felt 
a strange urge and couldn't help myself.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked in that same whispered 
tone. The words were as shocking as the sudden need I had 
for him to do just that. I spread my legs a bit so he 
could get in and just waited impatiently.

"Are you sure, sis?" Brandon asked, bring his hand just 
out of touching range, waiting for me to confirm the 
offer. I shuddered a bit, and still felt the tingling 
coursing through me. I opened my legs a bit more and bent 
my hips to push my mound out a bit more.

"Yeah, it's really smooth like this, check it out." I 
prodded, wiggling my hips a bit to entice him more. I 
didn't know what was going through my mind, but every 
time I tried to fight off these strange feelings I just 
ran into that tingly sensation and lost my concentration. 
Of course having Brandon's hand cup my little cunt didn't 
help any either. I mewed a bit as he ran his fingers over 
my smooth lips and traced the length of my naked slit.

"Wow, that is so neat, it really is nice and smooth." 
Brandon said with a slight edge of awe in his voice. He 
continued exploring my intimate little mounds, and I just 
savored his touch, amazed that it could feel this good to 
be fondled like this. I'd never had anyone else touch me 
down there, and Brandon was lighting off wonderful new 
feelings in me.

"Why am I letting you do this?" I asked as I squirmed on 
his probing hands, still not pulling away from him. The 
tingles flared back up a moment later and I lost track of 
my thoughts again.

"Thanks, sis, keep this thing shaved for me, okay?" 
Brandon asked as he pulled his fingers over my mound one 
last time as he stepped back.

"Sure." I replied in a tingle-induced daze. I bent in and 
gave him a peck on the cheek. "Anything for my brother."

Brandon laughed at that and gave me a slap on my rump as 
he strolled off to his room. I stood there for a moment 
in shock as I felt the tingles fall away. Then I realized 
I was still standing completely naked in the upstairs 
hallway and bolted for my room. I locked my bedroom door, 
something I'd never done before and quickly got dressed 
in my nighty. 

My mind raced at what had just happened. Why was I 
seducing my stepbrother? The strip tease was bad enough, 
but now I let him feel me up and gave him more than an 
open invitation with that little kiss. What was wrong 
with me? It wasn't that Brandon wasn't attractive, but I 
was out of control. Other girls had told me about 
tingling between their legs and wanting to do sexy stuff, 
but I couldn't believe this was what they'd talked about. 
I sank into bed with these thoughts racing through my 
mind, and fell off to a very fitful night's sleep.



CHAPTER FIVE


The next night I cornered him in his bedroom and shut the 
door so mom and dad wouldn't hear if they did happen to 
still be up. I didn't know what had possessed me before 
but I had to set things straight before they got out of 
hand.

"Brandon we need to talk." I stated as I closed his door. 
He just turned around and looked at me like he had no 
idea what could be wrong. 

"What about, sis?" He asked innocently even as I could 
feel his eyes checking me out again. I hadn't dressed to 
impress today, but it wasn't easy to hide my assets 
either. Still that wasn't my biggest concern right now.

"About last night. I don't want you to get the wrong idea 
or anything." I started, doing my best to keep myself 
talking for fear that I wouldn't be able to keep going if 
he stopped me.

"I know, you don't act like that normally, that's okay, 
I'm cool with it." Brandon replied and I felt a sudden 
wave of tingles hit me again.

"Uh, I think I'd better go, okay?" I asked, turning to 
leave. I was afraid just what I was going to do next and 
didn't want to stick around to find out.

"I thought you wanted to talk. I won't bite." Brandon 
replied. The sudden urge to stay overwhelmed me and I 
stopped in my tracks.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked openly. It wasn't to 
Brandon specifically, just my own expression of my 
exasperation. I turned back around and felt myself 
looking at Brandon again but this time with a little too 
much attention on his buffed new bod.

"Why don't you get more comfortable?" Brandon asked. I 
felt the tingle shift again and somehow knew just what I 
needed to do to get comfy. I reached down to the waist of 
my T-shirt, pulled it up over my head in one smooth 
motion, and tossed it onto the floor. Then with just as 
little fan fare I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to 
the floor, making sure to pull of my socks and shoes 
while I was at it. 

While I fiddled with my laces I wondered just what was 
coming over me. I couldn't help myself, somehow the idea 
was stuck in my head that being naked was the most 
comfortable I could be. The tingling kept me from 
questioning the notion too deeply as I kicked off my 
shoes and stood up again.

"You don't mind me getting naked do you, Brandon?" I 
asked as I reached back and unhooked my bra. I held the 
cups over my little breasts as I awaited his answer. It 
wasn't like he hadn't seen them before, but I felt like I 
should ask anyway.

"No, sis, I think its great. In fact I'll join you." 
Brandon replied and started to pull off his own clothes. 
That was enough for me and I let my bra drop and scooted 
out of my panties as demurely as I could . Then I just 
stood there and watched as my hunk of a stepbrother 
undressed right in front of me. 

I could feel myself getting hot between my legs as I took 
in his muscular chest. When he dropped his shorts I just 
whimpered as I looked at his member, waving erect from 
between his legs. I'd caught a few peaks of men before, 
but this was different, I knew this erection was just for 
me, and I blushed a little in appreciation.

"What am I doing? We shouldn't be doing this, Brandon!" I 
whimpered as the tingling holding my objections away 
started to fade. Just as I started to turn away I felt it 
flare up again and I stopped. It was dancing inside my 
head now, and I think I just stared blankly at his wall 
for a few minutes as the effects drifted through me.

"Sorry, sis, but it was too much concentration keeping 
you on a short leash." Brandon said as I drifted back 
down from the tingles. 

"What are you talking about?" I demanded, turning around 
and placing my hands on my hips. It hit me a moment later 
just how comical I must look like that, but I did my best 
to keep composed.

"Lay down on my bed and start playing with yourself, 
sis." Brandon replied. It wasn't really an order, it was 
more like he was explaining, though I couldn't see how. 
That was until I felt the need to do just what he said. I 
flopped onto the bed with an enthusiastic whoosh and my 
hands were busy as soon as my cheeks hit his bedspread.

"Hey, why am I doing this?" I squealed as my fingers 
began working their familiar magic on me. I didn't 
masturbate too much, but I knew how to enjoy it when I 
did. The tingling in my head was gone now, and I could 
think clearly. I still couldn't stop myself from doing 
just as Brandon had suggested though.

"What did you do to me, Brandon?" I huffed as my fingers 
stoked my inner fires. I could already feel my cunny 
beginning to drip and my nipples were both nice and hard. 
I was seriously aroused, and all this from just a few 
words from Brandon. I didn't know how it was possible, 
but he had me under his control. The strangest thing was 
that although it disturbed me, I couldn't summon up any 
real strong emotion about it. Instead all I could do was 
get my self even more hot and bothered.

"I don't really know, but ever since a couple weeks ago I 
felt like I could influence people more than normal. I 
hope you don't mind but I've been playing with you to see 
how far I could push it." Brandon explained, his eyes not 
leaving my naked flesh for an instant. If I wasn't in the 
midst of my own self-love, I would have been furious at 
that, but the must I could manage now was an angry grunt.

"Man you look real hot like that, are you nice and wet 
now, sis?" Brandon asked as he lay down beside me on the 
bed. I didn't want to answer him, but somehow his 
question was just compelling. I had to answer.

"Yeah." I whimpered. I was quickly getting the notion of 
what was coming next. "Please, Brandon, don't . I'm still 
a virgin."

"That's okay, sis, I am too." Brandon replied in a 
soothing voice as he reached over and cupped my free 
breast. I couldn't help but moan as he squeezed me with 
his fingers. I was flustered now. I was out of control, 
naked, horny and totally under the control of my equally 
naked stepbrother who was about to fuck me. 

I'd been curious about sex for the longest time, but I 
never dreamed my first time would be like this. Still, I 
couldn't deny I'd wanted to try it out, but I'd just 
never met the right guy before and now I wasn't left with 
a choice.

I continued to play with myself shamelessly as he ran his 
hands over me, exploring everything I had. What really 
surprised me was just how good it all felt, especially 
Brandon's roaming hands. His fingers just lit sparks all 
across me as they danced. I was busy on my own hot spots 
as well, stoking the fires that were raging through me 
now. This went on until I felt myself really leaking from 
between my legs.

"I'm ready, Brandon. Nice and wet." I whimpered and 
spread my legs as wide as I could. The words just forced 
themselves from my mouth, like they were programmed into 
me. I suppose they were, part of whatever Brandon had 
done to me. My thoughts were focusing on what was about 
to happen though. I was about to feel a man inside me for 
the first time, and that was important regardless of how 
it happened.

Brandon didn't waste any time. He rolled over and on top 
of me, hovering just above me. I looked down between us 
and spotted his hardness waving from his crotch. With one 
hand still working my clit, I wrapped my other one around 
his shaft and quivered. He felt so big, I could hardly 
believe he could fit inside me, though I felt the need to 
try just burning into me.

"Please, Brandon," I whimpered, the last of my strength 
going into the plea. I wasn't even sure what I was asking 
for. I wanted him to stop, but I needed to feel that 
shaft filling the sudden emptiness between my legs. 

"Shh, sis, you'll love it." Brandon whispered and lowered 
himself enough so the head of his member was pressing 
between my legs. I pulled on it, and shifted myself until 
I felt his knob parting my slit. I couldn't believe I 
actually had a guys cock between my legs and felt a new 
rush of lust course through me. I still wondered how he 
was going to fit, then I realized what all my juices were 
for and started rubbing the head of his shaft between my 
dripping lips.

"What are you doing, sis?" Brandon asked, seeming to be 
genuinely surprised by my handling of his cock. I was too 
a little, but everything had just overwhelmed me, I 
couldn't get away, so I was going to be sure to enjoy 
this.

"Just getting you ready," I moaned. It was actually kind 
of fun rubbing my slit with his cock and it felt just 
amazing having him touching my forbidden flesh. I worried 
for a moment that I wasn't getting him wet enough and had 
another idea. "Come in a little closer and hump my pussy 
lips a little, so we can get you all lubed up."

Brandon didn't need to be coaxed any more and I gasped as 
he slid his length across my slick lower lips. I wrapped 
my hand around him and helped spread my juices all over 
his length until he was nice and slick. I humped him back 
a little too, savoring the intimate touch we were 
sharing. I knew we were ready now and I looked up at 
Brandon again.

I still couldn't believe I was looking up into the eyes 
of my first lover as I shuddered beneath him. My earlier 
objects had all fallen away, I didn't forget them, or 
that I was in this position because of Brandon, but he'd 
stoked the passion within me and all I wanted was to 
indulge it now. Tomorrow I might regret it, but right now 
I was aching for him and I let him know.

"I'm ready, Brandon." I smiled as I gave his cock a nice 
squeeze. He smiled down at me and lifted his hips up 
again. I didn't miss a beat, and guided him right back to 
my slit as he moved into position to take me. I rubbed 
his head against my folds again, this time seeking the 
entrance to my pussy for him. 

I shuddered at the feeling of my lower lips being parted 
again, but concentrated on the task until I felt him slip 
deeper into me. I gasped at the sudden fullness at the 
entrance to my passage. This was it, he was in position 
and I looked up again.

"Are you sure you want this, sis?" Brandon asked. For a 
moment I really believed he meant it, that I could back 
out even after all this. It didn't matter now, I was too 
far gone, no matter how I'd found myself here, there 
wasn't anything I wanted more than to feel his cock all 
the way inside me.

"Take me." I insisted with every ounce of sincerity in 
me. Then he lowered himself onto me completely, pressed 
his chest to mine, and kissed me deeply. Our lips touched 
with their own fire and I was kissing him back as hard as 
I could. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands 
across his back as he rubbed my sides.

Then just as our tongues slipped through I felt him push 
his hips forward and moaned in shock as I felt my 
stepbrother's cock sinking into me. I shuddered at a 
sudden tearing feeling deep inside me and realized I had 
just become a woman. The feeling of his sack between my 
legs surprised me a moment later. He was all the way 
inside me with one wonderful thrust and I was amazed at 
the wonderful fullness from being filled with his shaft. 

Brandon started to pull back a moment later and I 
flinched. It hadn't hurt so much going in, but I was 
sore. I shot my legs up around his hips and held him in 
place, so he'd leave his nice big cock all the way up 
inside me until I was ready for more.

"Are you okay, sis?" He asked with honest worry. I'm sure 
he'd heard stories about a girl's first time, though it 
surprised me for a moment that he actually seemed concern 
after all he'd done.

"Yeah, just don't move, I'm just a little sore." I 
smiled, not wanting to worry him for some reason.

"You feel so nice, sis. You're just perfectly warm and 
tight. How do I feel in there?" Brandon asked. His 
curiosity getting the better of him, but I was still 
compelled to answer his questions, not that I really 
minded.

"Big!" I giggled. "I feel so full down there like you're 
just splitting me open, but it's wonderful, Brandon. 
Thank you."

I lifted myself up and kissed him again. We stayed like 
that for a couple minutes, locked together as intimately 
as a boy and girl could get while I adjusted to my new 
woman hood. Our hands took liberties as well while our 
tongues danced, and I don't think there was a part of 
either of us that didn't get played with by roaming 
hands.

"Okay." I whimpered, pulling away from his lips. It felt 
wonderful having him inside me, but I wanted more. Even 
though I still felt a little tender, I knew it was time 
for what came next.

Brandon just smiled again and pulled himself slowly out 
of me. I squirmed under him as I felt his cock moving 
inside me. Nothing had ever prepared me for such a 
wonderfully strange feeling. Then just as he almost 
pulled out of me I pulled him in with my legs and thrust 
up my hips, squealing with delight as I felt his shaft 
spread me open again.

"Oh, Brandon, do that again." I moaned as I ground my 
hips against him. He didn't need to be asked and quickly 
started a slow pumping rhythm into me. I just whimpered 
and squirmed under him totally enveloped in the 
sensations he was stroking in me.

"You like this, sis?" Brandon asked as he plunged into me 
again. I shuddered as I felt the knob of his shaft 
parting my folds again all the way to my very center. It 
was more amazing than I could ever have dreamed.

"Yes, it's wonderful, Brandon. Can you do it harder?" I 
asked, somehow knowing that the pleasures he was striking 
inside me were only the beginning.

"Like this?" He asked then proceeded to pound into me 
with harder strokes. I felt my breasts quiver each time 
he bottomed out inside me and heard the slap of his flesh 
on mine. I knew instantly that this was what fucking was 
meant to be.

"Oh, yes, just like that!" I grunted with him as he kept 
pumping into me. I was humping back against him as hard 
as I could as well, and squeezing down on his cock as 
hard as I could. He groaned in approval and it wasn't 
long before we were simply thrusting into each other in a 
beautiful primal rhythm. 

His every thrust seemed to just edge me higher as well, 
and I was awash in the sensations of making love. Our 
bodies were writhing together, and my breasts jiggled 
against his chest as he pounded into me, my hard little 
nipples tracing patterns on him with every bounce. We 
kissed passionately as well, only stopping to catch our 
breath. 

It seemed a wonderful eternity was spent like that, 
merged together so perfectly. Then I felt Brandon 
stirring even more inside me, our thrusts were sharper, 
harder, more urgent. The fire inside me was a blazing 
inferno centered on his wonderful thrusts and then I felt 
it. My eyes flew open, looking inside as something inside 
me tore open and consumed me in a wonderful torrent. I 
tensed around Brandon, and shook with pleasure echoing 
through my entire being, and I let out a soulful cry of 
joy.

"Get ready for it," Brandon grunted as he kept his 
wonderful thrusts going. I was too engulfed in my own 
pleasure to wonder what he meant until he gave me one 
hard thrust and held himself deep inside me. Then I felt 
his member pulsing inside me and a strange warmth fill my 
depths as he let out a deep moan of satisfaction. I 
realized he was coming inside me and giggle again as I 
concentrated between my legs and tired to milk him with 
my pussy.

"Oh, sis, that's nice." He closed his eyes and moaned as 
I coaxed the last drops from him. He bent down and kissed 
me again, and we frenched for another couple of minutes.

"I'm sorry." Brandon finally said as we both came down 
from our orgasmic highs. He looked genuinely upset as he 
looked right into my eyes. It took me a moment to realize 
what he was talking about and I could help but giggle.

"I'm on the pill silly." I laughed. This was one time I 
was glad my mother was over protective. I hadn't been 
very willing when she'd suggested the idea when I'd hit 
puberty, but she'd insisted. Girls might not want to plan 
for sex, she'd said, but she didn't want to be a 
grandmother because I wanted to play innocent. Of course 
even with that, she was plenty careful to steer me away 
from sex when she could, if she only knew what was going 
on upstairs right now, I smiled.

Brandon just laughed at that and rolled gently off me. I 
cuddled up to him and we just lay there like that and 
basked the after glow for a bit. I could hardly believe 
I'd just been fucked, or how wonderful it had been. I 
understood a lot more about the world right then, but 
just let myself enjoy snuggling up against my 
stepbrother. I was so comfortable I hardly felt myself 
drift off to sleep as my fatigue caught up with me and I 
closed my eyes in Brandon's arms.



CHAPTER SIX


Waking up naked in my stepbrother's arms was about the 
weirdest thing I had ever experienced. I was lying with 
my back against his chest and his arm draped over my 
waist. I squirmed for a moment, not knowing what to do 
and remembering just how I'd ended up in that position. 
Brandon must have felt me squirm because he reached up, 
grabbed onto one of my breasts, and squeezed it firmly.

"Good morning, sis." Brandon sounded just like he was 
greeting me at breakfast, as if it was perfectly normal 
being in bed with me.

"Get off." I whimpered. "You may have had your way with 
me last night, but this has got to stop, Brandon."

"Come on, sis, I know you loved it last night and its not 
like you have a choice." Brandon replied, not even 
pausing with his hand. I could feel my nipples getting 
nice and hard from his touch, and even my pussy was 
beginning to stir again. I had to admit, he really did 
know how to play with a girl.

"Please, Brandon, just let me up." I whined, hoping that 
I could convince him to let me go before he got other 
ideas.

"Great idea, sis. I'd love to have you ride me, just let 
me toss off these covers and you can hop on." Brandon 
laughed and quickly prepared himself. I felt a sudden 
surge of need inside me, getting myself ready for him. I 
wasn't going to give into him this time though. No way 
was I just going to be at his beck and call no matter how 
good it might have felt.

Of course that lasted about as long as it took for 
Brandon to pull the sheets off of us and roll onto his 
back. One look between his legs and I just had to feel 
him inside me again. I quickly sat up and straddled him, 
putting my pussy right over his crotch and reaching 
between us for his already hard shaft. It wasn't until I 
pushed down and guided his knob to my entrance that I 
even realized what I was doing.

"Brandon, you've got to stop this." I moaned as I started 
to lower myself onto him and felt his member slowly spear 
me. "I'm not just some toy for you to play with."

I closed my eyes as I seated myself on to of him, not 
being able to fight back my moans of pleasure. I was 
still coherent though, and I didn't want to be doing this 
no matter how wonderful it felt.

"Come on, Sis. You can't tell me you don't like this." 
Brandon smiled as he reached up and squeezed both of my 
breasts. I couldn't help but squeal with delight at his 
touch. I couldn't understand it, but even this light 
fondling was just amazing and I couldn't help but thrust 
my chest into his hands so he could play with me better.

"Brandon, please, you made me love it!" I objected with 
as much strength as I could given I was moaning from all 
the intimate sensations suddenly coursing through me. It 
was wonderful, every bit of it, except for the fact that 
I wanted to be getting ready for my Saturday and not 
playing sex slave for my step brother.

"And is that so bad?" Brandon asked while he gave each of 
my nipples a wonderful pinch. I gasped with delight then 
scowled at him. 

"I don't want to be some toy for you, you pervert!" I 
yelled back. Of course I was also rippling my pussy over 
his wonderfully filling shaft as I said this. This wasn't 
going well, everything was just deliriously wonderful, 
and I think Brandon was starting to get off on my 
objections even as I started to fuck him. 

"Just think, Sis, do you really want to stop?" Brandon 
asked. Just like last night, I could almost feel that the 
question was genuine, like he was really giving me a 
choice. As I looked down at him and started to respond, 
he grabbed me by my hips and held me still.

"Think about it, Sis. Give it a minute." Brandon said. I 
wanted to shoot back at him that I didn't need a minute, 
but I couldn't. His blasted suggestions were just like 
orders to me, so all I could do was sit for a minute and 
think about.

He was kind enough to give me the time too. So I just sat 
there, straddling my stepbrother's cock, completely 
naked, contemplating whether I wanted to go on like this. 
I didn't want to be Brandon's little sex slave, but I 
couldn't deny that I'd enjoyed everything he'd done so 
far, aside from not asking permission. The weird thing 
was that I didn't want to really think about giving this 
up completely, it had been fun, I just didn't want to be 
controlled.

"So, sis, what'll it be? Do you want to be able to enjoy 
this every day or not?" Brandon asked, taking his hands 
away from my hips with a long caress down my thighs. That 
scared me, I just felt that he was threatening me 
somehow. I didn't know quite what he had in mind, but I 
felt like it was big. Strangely, the idea of doing this 
every day had it's own appeal as well. Finally I came to 
my decision.

"We can discuss terms later, lets just enjoy this now, 
okay?" I whimpered and started rippling my pussy again 
and humped him a little. I had the feeling Brandon was 
hoping to work me into a trap, and I just wanted to be 
dressed and not impaled on his cock when we discussed our 
relationship further.

"Okay, sis, whatever you say." Brandon smiled and I 
squealed as he gave me a nice couple of thrusts from 
below. I wiggled my rear on him and pulled his hands back 
up to my chest. I giggled as he squeezed me and then 
started humping him. It was different being the one doing 
the work, but it still felt good having his cock sliding 
into me and I angled myself so I could tickle my little 
nub while I humped him.

Just as I was beginning to get up a good rhythm we heard 
a knock at the door and I slammed myself down on Brandon 
in shock.

"Brandon, is Terri in there with you? You two should be 
getting down for breakfast you know." I heard mom asking 
from the other side of the door. I was scared stupid, 
afraid that mom would actually come in and see me fucking 
my stepbrother. It took me a moment to realize that 
Brandon didn't seem the least be concerned. In fact he 
was still giving happily fondling my breasts and had 
taken to humping into me as best he could.

"Yeah, Mom, Terri's in here. We'll be down soon." Brandon 
replied. He smiled up wickedly at me and whispered. "Come 
on, sis, you can hump and talk with Mom at the same 
time."



CHAPTER SEVEN


I didn't miss his meaning, and started fucking him again, 
with a slightly slower and quieter motion though. I 
didn't really want to, but I just had to be humping him 
before I could talk to mom. Then I gave my reply. "We'll 
be done really soon, Mom."

"Okay, kids, don't be too long." Mom replied, and I heard 
her walk away from the door. As my fear lifted I could 
feel the adrenaline still rushing through me. I realized 
I was really hot now and I just couldn't get enough 
action humping Brandon.

"Brandon, can you get on top now?" I asked, though I 
didn't slow myself down yet.

"Sure, sis, why?" Brandon asked. I knew instantly that he 
wasn't just going to roll over, he wanted me to tell him. 
Of course, I knew I couldn't keep myself from telling him 
as soon as he asked.

"I just really need it nice and hard and I can't do it 
like this." I replied humping him as hard as I could to 
prove my point. Brandon grunted his approval at my 
actions and smiled. 

Then he just reached up and grabbed me, pulling me down 
to his chest. 

He locked his lips on mine and I couldn't help but slip 
him my tongue. As our mouths did that little dance, 
Brandon gave us a swift roll and I found myself beneath 
him, my legs perfectly spread and my pussy deliciously 
full. Brandon pulled away from our kiss and repositioned 
himself a little.

"Oh, god, Brandon, fuck me hard, just like last night!" I 
cried out, squirming my deeply impaled passage against 
him eagerly. I really needed it just like that right now, 
I was so hot and I knew only a good hard fucking could 
help.

"Wow, sis, almost getting caught has really got you 
going. I'm going to have to remember this." Brandon 
chuckled as he started thrusting into me. I really didn't 
care what he said, all I wanted was to work off this 
tension with his amazing shaft pounding me.

He didn't make me wait, in fact I think he was just as 
turned on by the whole thing as I had been and he was 
giving me perfect hard thrusts almost as soon as he 
started. I did my best to meet him half way and we made 
wonderful music together like that. For another short 
eternity we were one, locked in pure passion and all my 
concerns for how I got here fell away. I was a woman, he 
was a man, and that was all that mattered.

Of course, we didn't last very long, all that tension had 
already thrown me to the edge and our pace had done its 
work on Brandon. It wasn't very long before we both 
quaked with the pinnacle of our joining and we threw 
ourselves together with unrestrained power. Then I felt 
the damn burst and I fell back in blissful oblivion as a 
flood of pleasure coursed through me. Distantly I could 
feel myself pull Brandon hard against me and felt his 
shaft plow deeply into me and begin to fill me with his 
seed once more. 

I coasted back from that wonderful orgasm with Brandon's 
shaft still twitching inside me. He'd gotten me again I 
mused. Not quite finding the strength properly upset with 
him. He had been a good fuck I thought. A moment later I 
giggled at the reality that he'd been my only fuck so 
far, but I couldn't deny that I'd loved it. 

I wondered about that for a moment, was this really how I 
felt or just another of Brandon's little controls? 
Everything I'd done since last night had all seemed like 
what I wanted, or needed when I did it. Sometimes I 
realized it wasn't what I really wanted to do, but I 
couldn't stop myself and looking back now, I wondered 
even more which things had been my choices and which his. 

Finally Brandon bent down and kissed me lightly on the 
lips and I felt him pull his shrinking cock out of me. 
"Okay, sis, I think we both need a good shower and we can 
talk about this later."

I just nodded my assent, still too taken with my own 
orgasm to form words yet. Slowly I pulled myself out of 
bed, went over to where I'd dropped my clothes last 
night, and started picking them up. I couldn't believe 
what I'd done, I'd just been fucked, twice, by my step 
brother. Then I started thinking, I had to tell Mom, I 
didn't know just what she'd do, but it had to be better 
than this.

Just then I felt Brandon walk up behind me and grab my 
breasts from behind. I moaned at his fondling and pressed 
my tender bosom into his probing hands. I wished I could 
just pull away from him, but his hands were just working 
an irresistible magic across my chest and I couldn't 
bring myself to move.

"Don't forget your robe, silly, no need walking around 
naked while Mom's poking her head around. Besides, that's 
why you brought it last night." Brandon whispered in my 
ear as he tweaked my nipples. I looked ahead in surprise 
at his suggestion, seeing my bathrobe resting on the 
floor in front of me. Then I remembered having brought 
it, I didn't even think about it then, but I'd just 
grabbed it and brought it along. I realized now that 
although I'd consciously set off to chastise Brandon last 
night, I'd already been under his spell then and knew 
what I'd be asked to do.

I didn't even bother to reply, he slipped his hands away 
with a satisfied little huff and let me do what I had to. 
We both knew Mom would be expecting us quickly and thus 
there wasn't time for any more games. I quickly donned my 
robe and bolted from Brandon's room to my own. 

It didn't take me long to get into the shower and I just 
felt a lot of tension wash away as that first blast of 
water came roaring down. I was in real trouble now. I 
didn't know what to do about it, or just how far Brandon 
would push things, and both facts worried me. Worst of 
all was just how good the sex had been. I'd never felt so 
good before, and even now I wasn't sure I wanted to give 
it up.

I didn't like the position Brandon had put me in, but I 
knew I was going to have to make some hard choices now. 
The one thing I did know was that this wasn't going to be 
easy. Even if I turned him down, Brandon obviously had 
the power to force me, and if I accepted, I didn't have 
any idea how far he would go with his control. I had time 
to think about it now at least, and hopefully, I could 
come up with a plan.



CHAPTER EIGHT

"This isn't fair!" I squealed as I bucked back against 
Brandon's wonderfully hard shaft. I was on my hands and 
knees on his bed, completely naked as he fucked me hard. 
I could feel my breasts bouncing beneath me with every 
thrust. The worst part was that I was so horny that I as 
fucking him back vigorously.

"We're supposed to be talking about terms!" I huffed as 
he plowed into me. Brandon hadn't even let me get a word 
in when I'd walked in to talk about all of this. I simply 
felt a tingle in my head and stripped naked. I took a 
minute to get myself nice and wet with a little 
masturbation and then positioned myself for a doggy style 
fuck. Susan and I had giggled about such positions 
before, but I never thought I'd actually be doing it, 
especially like this.

"I'm just giving you another demonstration before you say 
no." Brandon stated calmly as he ground himself into me 
with just amazingly wonderful strokes. I had to admit 
this was good, too good. I feared that he'd ask me to 
surrender was I was at my weakest, and I knew I wouldn't 
be able to say no after another wonderful orgasm like I'd 
enjoyed this morning.

"Brandon!" I squealed again, trying to maintain my 
objection to his behavior. It wasn't that easy with his 
cock pounding into me though. It felt so good, so perfect 
being joined to him like this that I had to fight to keep 
from just giving in. the stakes this time were just too 
high to loose control like that. I didn't know if he 
really was going to give me a choice, but that last thing 
I wanted to do was agree to let him turn me into his own 
little slut.

"Relax, Sis, just enjoy it." Brandon soothed as he rubbed 
his hands over my hips and lower back. I moaned lewdly as 
I felt his shaft shift so that he rubbed up against my 
little nub with every thrust. For a mere moment I 
wondered how he'd learned to do that before I slipped 
back to the primal rhythm of our coupling.

I was enjoy it though, every hard thrust and fleet touch 
from him. I couldn't help myself, it was all so amazing. 
I knew I was fucking him as hard as he was fucking me. My 
entire body was on fire, and all of my focus was on the 
wondrous shaft that was stoking those flames.

"Oh God." I cried out as I felt a sudden wave of pleasure 
course through me. My entire body quaked with an 
engulfing release. I shook with pleasure and the world 
faded into a blissful haze for a moment as my orgasm 
rolled over me.

Brandon's hard thrusting brought me back from my dazed 
state. My body was still fucking him back furiously, the 
sensation of his shaft moving within me was far more 
powerful then before. I knew it wouldn't take him long to 
push me over the edge again.

I was right, and Brandon skillfully brought me to almost 
a dozen orgasms. Honestly I'd lost count as they all 
started to drift together. My world descended into a fog 
of pure pleasure, and nothing else mattered then the 
release that coursed through me. 

"Sis, oh Sis," Brandon whispered into my ear. He was 
resting firmly inside me now, and leaning over my quaking 
body. I wondered idly how long he'd been like that, 
whispering in my ear. Still I was coherent enough to 
grunt and acknowledgement of his prompting. My body was 
still enflamed, racing with the aftershocks of so many 
orgasms and still impaled by Brandon's amazing shaft. I 
was engulfed in sensation, and I had to fight to even ask 
what Brandon wanted now.

"So, Sis, how about it, do you want to be able to do this 
every day?" Brandon asked as he fondled both of my 
breasts. He really knew how to use his fingers too, I 
realized as I cooed in response to his handling. His 
question just drifted aimlessly in my mind, I was far too 
enveloped in pleasure to focus on such abstract things. 
How could I not want to do this every day? Somehow I knew 
I had objected before, but right now, I couldn't 
understand why.

"Mmm, yesssss." I slurred out. 

"And you'll let me choose when and how we play?" Brandon 
prompted me again. He started move his shaft inside me at 
the same time. I squirmed my hips back against him 
instinctively as I blurted out my answer to his last 
question.

"Sure," I moaned out in response. Brandon laughed at that 
and I felt him start fucking me wonderfully hard. My 
concern over his questions drifted away to my more 
pressing problem of bring out another earth shattering 
orgasm in my nearly exhausted body.

I didn't realize then just what I'd done, but Brandon 
would let me know the full consequences of my assent in 
the coming days. Sure we both knew I'd been manipulated 
into answering him just the way he wanted, but he was the 
one with the power. He was going to keep me to my word, 
no matter how I felt about it. The worst thing was, I 
really was starting to get used to it. I wondered if it 
wasn't another of Brandon's changes or just my own 
nature. 

It wasn't a question I really wanted answered though, and 
for the time being it didn't really matter either.



CHAPTER NINE


"Oh, you're really hot for me aren't you, sis?" Brandon 
asked as he slipped his hand under my skirt. I tried to 
fight his control again, but my legs just wouldn't stay 
together. I felt them part and I shuddered as he ran his 
fingers over my dripping mound and slid them between my 
already wet folds. I couldn't control myself thanks to 
his control, and I really was hot. I didn't want to admit 
that I was getting this hot because of my step brother 
but that didn't stop me from squirming invitingly against 
his probing hand. 

"I knew it, sis, why don't you bend over the table and I 
can cure your little itch?" Brandon snickered as he 
pulled his hand away. 

"No, Brandon, please, Mom could come in!" I pleaded, 
although I was already hiking my skirt up and bending 
over onto the kitchen table. By now I knew there wasn't 
any sense in arguing about him fucking me, he'd already 
slept with me at least twice a day since he took my 
virginity last week, but I didn't want mom coming in on 
us. Worst of all was my growing anticipation at having 
his cock inside me again as I presented my dripping slit 
for him. I couldn't deny just how good it felt having him 
inside me, and nothing I tried helped me to forget that 
fact.

"Don't you worry, sis, just spread your legs for me." He 
ordered. I did of course. I didn't choose to. I felt the 
same compulsion that I always did to obey him. It didn't 
take much shuffling of my feet before I was bent over and 
spread with my pussy at just the right height for him. I 
felt like such a slut right then, with my pussy open and 
aching with need for my stepbrother's cock. Now all that 
remained was for him to fill me up and give me another 
wonderful fucking.

I shivered with anticipation as I heard him unzip his 
pants, and it wasn't but a moment before I felt the 
familiar bulb of his shaft pressing into my folds. I 
moaned loudly as he pushed into me, all of his fucking 
had loosened me up just enough so he could enter me 
completely with one firm thrust once I was warmed up. I 
won't lie and say it didn't feel incredible, but I was 
blushing fiercely at doing this in the kitchen.

"Oh, you are just a perfect little sister, don't tell me 
you don't like it." Brandon grunted as he pumped his 
girth into me. I just shuddered as I took in the now 
familiar feeling of having my pussy wrapped tightly 
around him.

I bit my lip, I didn't like admitting how much pleasure I 
was receiving from him right then. That didn't stop me 
from bucking my hips back against him and squeezing him 
with my pussy as he thrust into me. I was still compelled 
to perform for him, and I all could do was give satisfied 
grunts as my breasts swung freely in my blouse with every 
one of his filling thrusts.

"Why don't you take your blouse off now, Terri?" Brandon 
asked, and I felt the push of his will on mine. 

"No! Please!" I begged him as I stood up and started 
undoing the buttons on my blouse. It didn't take long for 
me to throw off the garment, and I stood there topless. 
Brandon didn't allow me the privilege of underwear any 
more so now all I was left wearing was the skirt that was 
bunched up around my waist. I was red all the way down to 
my hard little nipples, and I was just waiting for Mom to 
come in a catch us. Aside from the punishment, I almost 
hoped for it, then may be Brandon could be kept away from 
me.

"Don't worry, it's not that cold, sis." Brandon laughed 
as he wrapped his arms around me and cupped my breasts. I 
couldn't fight him, all I could do was moan as he 
caressed my two little tits. Like everything else he did 
to me, he made me enjoy it completely and right now I was 
feeling the pleasure of his cock inside me and his hands 
squeezing me.

"Oh, hi kids." Mom smiled as she walked in. She looked us 
over and just shook her head a little with her normal 
warm smile just like she did whenever we did something 
cute but different.

"Hi, Mom," Brandon replied, his hands and cock not 
stopping for a moment. I just stood there and shuddered 
in abject embarrassment as he continued to play with me 
right in front of our mother.

"Mom, please?" I moaned, hoping for something from her, 
something to help me. Even as I cried for help I was 
grinding my hips back against Brandon and his wonderful 
shaft.

"Honey, I think you should be paying more attention to 
Brandon right now, it is his cock inside you right now." 
Mom chided me. I couldn't believe she what she was 
saying. How mom could say something like just stunned me 
for a moment..

"But, Mom!" I objected as I gave Brandon's cock a hard 
squeeze with my pussy and rocked my hips against him.

"No, buts, young lady, you're his slut, so act like it." 
Mom barked. 

This was just unreal, then I realized what had happened.

"You changed her too!" I cried at Brandon as I squirmed 
seductively on his cock.

"Of course. I did Dad too, They'd have found out sooner 
or later so I just made them accept that all good sisters 
are their brother's sluts. I hope you don't mind." 
Brandon chucked as he pounded into me with a flurry of 
wonderfully hard thrusts.

"Oh god." I cried, as much in ecstasy as dismay at my 
current predicament. Brandon gave my breasts another good 
squeeze and I moaned at the pleasure of having his 
fingers molding my tits. This was more than I could take, 
being fucked in the kitchen with mom not only watching 
but upset because I wasn't giving Brandon my full 
attention. Worst of all, the embarrassment flooding 
through me just seemed to make me feel even more aroused 
as my brother pounded into me.

"That's my girl!" Mom smiled as she watched me writhing 
on Brandon's cock. "Just remember your pussy was made 
just for Brandon, and I don't want him coming to me later 
and complaining that you aren't fucking him right, okay?"

I just nodded my head absently, still not wanting to 
accept what Brandon had done to her. I just whimpered as 
Brandon continued his onslaught, lost between pleasure 
and despair. 

"Oh, sis, there's one more thing, a present for us." 
Brandon stopped his thrusting while still deep inside of 
me and pulled my hands over my breasts. "Okay, Terri, get 
ready for it."

I didn't know what quite to get ready for when I felt a 
sudden tingling race over my chest and sink into my 
breasts. Then I felt them pressing into my hands. I 
looked down and watched in awe as my girlish breasts grew 
at least a couple of cup sizes right before my eyes.

If my hands weren't still cupping them, I don't think I 
would have believed it. I gave them a slight squeeze to 
confirm what had happened and gasped at the amazing 
sensitivity from both and watched as my bigger nipples 
tightened and stood lewdly out from my chest as they got 
hard. They were just like the peaks to a mountain now 
showing just how horny I was.

"That's not all, Sis." Brandon whispered in my ear as I 
felt something happening inside me. At first I thought he 
was changing my pussy as well, but then I realized he was 
growing his cock. I moaned as his shaft bulged inside me, 
spreading me even wider and I could feel it sinking even 
deeper into my depths at the same time. I barely even 
wanted to think of the monster that was spearing me now, 
but it felt amazing being filled so completely.

"Brandon, why did you have to give me such big tits?" I 
asked, then suddenly realized my words. "I mean hooters! 
No, melons! Brandon!" I wailed as I tried to say breasts, 
but quickly found that I couldn't even think of my boobs 
as anything other than boobs, or tits, or any other 
indecent term. 

"Honey, you'll use the words Brandon wants you to use, 
and you should be thankful for getting such big titties. 
That and the nice big cock stuffing you." Mom chastised 
me again then turned to Brandon. "You're right, Brandon, 
Terri really does look hotter with big tits. And I know 
she'll love your new cock too. Now I have to go run some 
errands, so be good you two."

Mom leaned in and kissed me on the cheek like she usually 
does when she goes some place, except this time she also 
reached up and squeezed one of my new boobs. She didn't 
stop with a quick feel either. She rolled my new tit in 
her hand and pinched my nipple before she pulled away. 
"Oh, yes these are nice and firm, Brandon is going to 
really love these, honey."

"Mom!" I protested as Brandon began fucking me in earnest 
again, knocking the wind out of me with his sudden 
thrusts. The feeling of his bigger cock plunging into me 
would have brought me to my knees if he wasn't holding me 
up. He had long since proven he knew how to play my body, 
but now he was stretching me further and sinking deeper 
than ever before and I was just a quivering wreck.

Mom just smiled at us once more and strolled on out of 
the house. I would have been angrier with her if I wasn't 
in the middle of a very distracting fuck right then. My 
new tits were bouncing heavily with each thrust, but 
every jiggle sent ripples of pleasure through me. For a 
mere moment I wondered if that was how all big tits felt 
before Brandon's fucking cleared me of any thoughts 
except for the plunging shaft between my legs.

"Oh, fuck, oh, uh," I panted as he used me. His hands 
were on my hips, holding me in place so I wouldn't just 
dissolve from the pleasure while he enjoyed my charms. I 
was enjoying myself too, far more than I wanted to, but I 
couldn't help myself as he pumped inside me.

"Yeah, sis, just think how much your friends are going to 
love this!" Brandon chuckled as he pounded into me. His 
words just drifted by, I was far more concerned about the 
shaft in my pussy and the jiggling of my new breasts to 
worry about anything else.



CHAPTER TEN


The next day, Brandon called my good friend Susan over to 
our house. I'd tried to convince him not to, but he just 
smiled at me and I felt the tingle that told me he was 
making me alright with what he wanted to do. It didn't 
take her long to come over and I let her into the house 
as quickly as I could, not wanting to show off what I was 
wearing to the entire neighbor hood. 

"Terri what happened to you?" Susan asked. I could see 
the shock in her eyes as she looked me over, and I would 
have done the same if the positions were reversed. Since 
I didn't have to go out Brandon had me dress up for him, 
or rather dress down. 

I was wearing only one of my old cutoff T-shirts and a 
pair of thong panties Brandon had bought for me. Not only 
that, but my new boobs were far more than the shirt was 
designed to hold and they stretched out the material to 
the point where there wasn't any part of my chest that 
was left to the imagination. Even without a bra my new 
tits stood out round and perky from my chest, and my big 
puffy nipples poked up through the material lewdly. 

I didn't even want to think about what Susan though of me 
in that moment, but I was truly feeling sorry for her. In 
truth, I was proud of how I looked, my boobs were just 
perfect and I just loved showing them off. This wasn't 
like me at all, but I just couldn't help myself, and even 
with Susan I couldn't help thrusting out my tits so she 
could appreciate them.

Susan was a sweet little Asian girl, with long black hair 
and a nice, slim figure. I'd seen Brandon check her out 
more than once before, so it hadn't surprised me that he 
had called her over. I just wished there was something I 
could do, but all I could do was tell her what Brandon 
had instructed me to tell her.

"Brandon is waiting up in his room for you." I said, and 
watched as Susan's eyes glazed over for a second. Then 
she started walking towards the stairs with the same look 
of shock and concern as before. No doubt she was 
wondering why she was heading upstairs, and beginning to 
fret about what was happening to her.

After I watched Susan walk up the stairs I sat down on 
the couch and pulled off my top letting my boobies bounce 
out nicely. It felt so much better having them free of 
that confining shirt. I looked down and smiled at the two 
big and perky tits that were now resting on my chest. I 
had to admit that there had been days that I stood in 
front of the mirror and wished my boobs were bigger and 
now I had them bouncing on my chest. I was still a bit 
miffed that Brandon hadn't even asked me, but I just 
couldn't bring myself to ask for my little old titties 
back.

It wasn't long before I heard surprised squeals from 
upstairs followed quickly by moans of feminine delight. 
The sounds of squeaking springs came down next, with 
Susan's cries of passion rising and falling over the din. 
I knew just how she was feeling, shock, surprised and 
completely enthralled with Brandon's performance. My 
thoughts flashed back to my own first time with Brandon 
and I let my fingers slip under my panties. Soon my own 
moans were flowing just as freely as Susan's.

Brandon took his time enjoying Susan's first time. Since 
he could control his own release he didn't rush anything, 
something I'd been more than a little pleased by in the 
last few weeks. It hadn't taken long for me to lose count 
of Susan's cries of release, and I wondered just how long 
Brandon would keep going before calling me up. 

I was more than a little concerned about what he'd make 
me do next, especially with Susan in his bed. Still, I 
couldn't help but feel a twinge on anticipation at the 
pleasure I'd likely get to enjoy. This was certainly 
getting to be so horribly bizarre. Even as I sat there 
casually playing with myself and listening to my friend 
cry out in pleasure from my brother's attention, I knew 
just how wrong it all was. 

It seemed that every day brought Brandon more confidence 
and sent me even closer to becoming his perfect slut. I 
couldn't even summon the same outrage I had before. Every 
glorious fucking just made me ask why I wanted to fight 
him and every time I could summon up fewer reasons.

Finally I heard Brandon call out my name and I jumped up 
from the couch and ran up the stairs, feeling my big new 
boobs bouncing wildly with each step. His door open and I 
braced myself for what I was about to see. My eyes 
trailed up from the floor, over Susan's hastily discarded 
clothes to my brother's bed. 

Susan was on her hands and knees on top of Brandon's 
sheets, panting softly and shifting her hips back against 
Brandon. Her naked flesh sparkled with perspiration and 
the musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air. She looked 
up just as I came in and I watched as she turned red with 
embarrassment but didn't stop bucking back against my 
Brother. 

She looked radiant like that, humping her hips while her 
round little boobbies bounced with Brandon's thrusts. I 
don't know what came over me, but I couldn't deny just 
how aroused I was getting watching Brandon fucking my 
best friend.

"Terri, help me, please! Brandon's placed some kind of 
spell on me!" Susan groaned as she slipped herself back 
onto Brandon's cock. "I can't stop! Oh god, this feels so 
good! Please help me stop!" 

Brandon just smiled and plowed into Susan a couple times, 
bringing squeals from her lips. "Come on, Susan, I know 
you just love this. Doesn't she look hot, Terri?"

I just stood there and watched for a moment as Brandon 
continued thrusting into Susan. I was simply captivated, 
having never watched two people make love before. It 
wasn't long before I realized Brandon was right. "Oh, 
yeah, Susan, you look so hot right now! I bet you're just 
loving Brandon's nice big cock inside you, I know I do."

"Terri! How can you say that?" Susan cried as she humped 
herself back against Brandon again. I could imagine just 
how she was feeling, but I couldn't deny my feelings, not 
in Brandon's presence. I'd been there myself on that same 
bed both in rapture and in shock at how Brandon could 
control me. 

Brandon grabbed onto her, pulled her back up to his 
chest, and wrapped his arms around her waist giving me a 
full view of Susan's naked glory. She was still blushing 
fiercely but that didn't detract from her beauty, if 
anything it made her look even hotter. 

I'd never felt any attraction to another girl before, and 
I'd seen Susan naked in the shower at school plenty of 
times. Yet now I felt myself tingling just looking at her 
sexy passion swept little body. Her titties were just 
perfect, cute and perky with pink little nipples poking 
out from them, showing just how horny she was. I didn't 
know why but they looked just perfect for squeezing or 
sucking and I found myself wondering just how Susan would 
taste.

My eyes drifted between her legs next, and I was greeted 
to the site of her hairless little pussy wrapped around 
Brandon's nice hard shaft and I giggled. I knew just how 
Susan must be feeling right then filled with my brother's 
cock and marveling at the feelings it could stir. Her 
naked lips looked so cute stretched out around his cock 
that I wished she could see it.

"Susan! You shaved for him didn't you?" I squealed as I 
remembered when I'd shaved myself in the first days of 
Brandon's influence. I hadn't known why at the time, but 
it hadn't taken long for him to tell me. I had to admit 
her pussy looked real cute like, all hairless and 
aroused, impaled on a nice big shaft.

Susan just looked away in obvious shame. Oh, man, she was 
hot when she did that. I didn't understand it, but I was 
just getting off on how ashamed Susan was of her 
behavior. For a moment I could remember just how wrong 
all of this was, and that we were both being used, but no 
sooner had the thought crossed my mind than it was pushed 
away by Brandon's compulsions.

"Don't feel bad, he made me shave myself to!" I chimed 
back and pulled my panties down with a quick tug, showing 
off my own hairless pussy. "I like how smooth and cute it 
looks, and yours looks just great wrapped around his 
cock. I wish you could see how sexy your little pussy is 
right now."

"Terri!" Susan whined. She shuddered visibly as another 
wave of crimson washed over her face. 

Her cry touched off another sense of wrongness in me and 
I latched onto it this time. I was lusting after my own 
best friend even as my brother was taking advantage of 
her. I just wanted to go up to her and give her the 
biggest French kiss I could on her pouty little lips and 
press our naked bodies together. This wasn't me I 
realized as I ogled Susan, I wasn't a lesbian, but I knew 
who was responsible for it. 

"Brandon, why did you have to make me a lesbian?" I 
whimpered as I tried to pull my eyes away from Susan's 
sensual curves. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to 
object, but I couldn't just let my brother get away with 
making more changes to me without at least saying 
something. 

"I didn't make you lesbian, just fully bisexual, sis. 
That way you can join in the fun as I induct other girls 
into our new club, just like Susan." Brandon explained. 
That didn't surprise me, he would have as much fun 
conquering my friends as watching me play with them 
before finishing their induction.

"NO!" Susan yelled and actually started to fight against 
Brandon's hold on her. "Oh god, no I don't want to! Don't 
let her touch me!"

"What are you worried about, Susan, I'm going to make you 
bi too, it'll be great." Brandon consoled her as he 
reached up and cupped her boobs. I had a pang of jealousy 
as I watch him playing with her cute titties, I wanted to 
play with them! She had been my friend the longest, and 
while I couldn't give her a nice hard cock like Brandon 
could, there were plenty of other ways we could play.

"No, please, it's not right!" Susan whimpered. Then I 
watched as her eyes seemed to get real large all of a 
sudden and Susan shuddered from head to toe. It took me a 
moment to realize she was staring at my naked body and 
that Brandon had just changed her. "No, I don't want 
this, please, Brandon."

"Come on Susan, you have to admit Terri is just the 
sexiest woman you've ever seen, right? I mean just look 
at those tits, and that nice tight ass of hers, she just 
screams for sex and I bet you can feel it now can't you?" 
Brandon prompted Susan while he continued to play with 
her.

"No, I don't like her big bouncy titties and lickable 
ass, Brandon, I'm not a lesbian!" Susan cried then put 
her hands over her mouth in shock. I could see her blush 
again and knew that wasn't what she had wanted to say. 
Brandon must have done something else too make her say 
things that way.

"Don't worry, Susan, I just made you give me your honest 
assessment of Terri's features, so there's no use denying 
your feelings. Now tell me what you want to do with that 
little tongue of yours." Brandon prompted again. I knew 
he'd probably also made her unable to refuse his commands 
and I could hardly wait to find out just what we were 
about to be doing. 

Susan flinched, and for a moment I wondered if she might 
actually keep her mouth shut before she opened up and 
answered him. "I want to lick her pussy and see how sweet 
her love juices are while I make her come for me. Then I 
want to suck on her big nipples and lick her big tits and 
after all that I want to give her a big kiss so she can 
taste herself on my lips and tongue."

By the end she was nearly whispering and her eyes were 
fully on the floor. I felt sorry for her, there were 
plenty of reasons and right now I just wished she'd 
accept her new feelings. I knew she would, every time 
Brandon changed me, it took a few minutes for it to sink 
in and become real, and I knew Susan would accept the new 
feelings soon. Then we'd get to play, and be even better 
friends.

Brandon looked at me with his sly smile, nodded towards 
Susan, and puckered a little. It took me a second to 
understand his meaning and then I smiled. I quickly 
hopped onto bed, pulled myself up to Susan, and looked 
her right in the eyes, with my warmest gaze.

"No, Terri, please..." Susan sputtered before I leaned in 
and covered her mouth with mine. She struggled for a 
moment. Then I felt her give in and start kissing me 
back. I'd never kissed a girl before, and it was really 
sweet, she was so much more tender than any boy had been 
and when she slipped me her tongue I was floored. I 
pulled myself closer as our tongues danced and felt her 
cute little boobies press into mine. We stayed locked 
together like that for a couple of minutes before Brandon 
tapped me on the shoulder and I pulled back.

"So is she a good kisser, sis?" Brandon asked as he 
reached up and played with Susan's tits. I watched as she 
went red with embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, and she even slipped me her tongue!" I giggled. 
I'd just kissed Susan and I could hardly wait for more.

Susan just hung her head in shame. I fought down the cold 
chill that ran though me at her expression, hoping that 
she'd accept this quickly so we could play. I didn't want 
her to suffer, I just wanted to make love to her.

"Okay, Susan, why don't you get down on you hands and 
knees again so I can finish riding you?" Brandon 
suggested and let go of Susan. She suddenly smiled and 
seemed to glow as she fell forward onto the bed, moving 
into position with Brandon still lodged firmly inside 
her. She leaned onto the bed with her hips into the air 
and looked back at Brandon.

"I'm ready." Susan giggled. I wondered what had come over 
her, but realized she wanted to confirm her own sexuality 
again.

Brandon grabbed onto her waist and started thrusting into 
her with long deep thrusts. Susan smiled in this sexy 
vacant way that told me she just loved his treatment. I 
smiled, happy that she was finally getting into this.

"Isn't he just wonderful?" I giggled as Susan bounced in 
front of me. My hands were busy working on my own hot 
spots as I watched them. I was a little jealous of Susan 
right then, my pussy was so empty and she was getting 
hers filled. Then for a moment I realized everything that 
was happening, that I was drifting further towards 
becoming Brandon's devoted little sex toy and Susan was 
right behind me. I shuddered, half in revulsion and half 
in passion. Sure this is all wrong, but it felt amazing, 
and nothing I could do to fight would work.

"Oh yes!" Susan squealed with his thrusts. I smiled, 
knowing that she was enjoying herself despite everything. 
I could even see her humping back against him and 
wiggling her cute little rear back at him every time he 
stuffed her to the brim. 

I stood there just watching my best friend and my 
stepbrother fucking and felt somewhat left out. I was 
naked and horny too after all. Then I noticed Susan's 
little boobies bouncing beneath her and came up with a 
plan. I quickly slid myself up onto the bed and started 
sucking on one of her titties while I played with the 
other. 

"Oh, God!" Susan cried out as I wrapped my lips around 
her nard little nipple and started suckling on her. The 
taste of her sweat and flesh was just perfectly 
succulent, and I enjoyed licking her tender little nub as 
she bucked back against Brandon. I'd never really felt up 
another girl before, but I just loved the soft, tender 
feel of her booby as I rolled it in my hand. I did my 
best to be gentle too, just they was I liked to be 
fondled, and I could swear that Susan was quaking even 
harder with my attentions. 

Then I heard Brandon's groan and I just knew he'd shot 
off his load inside Susan. I pulled myself away from her 
sweet bosom, poked my head out below hers, and smiled up 
at her. "I bet you never had a guy squirt in you before 
have you? Isn't it great?"

Susan just looked down at me with a vacant smile and 
nodded. I could tell she was lost to her own pleasure, so 
I reached up and grabbed her head and pulled her down to 
me. I pressed my lips to hers for the second time and 
sparks flew. I could feel Brandon step away from Susan 
and she instantly fell onto me. Susan engulfed me as she 
fell, her arms fell around my sides and her legs wrapped 
themselves around mine. As our lips danced Susan started 
writhing against me, her hands exploring my body wildly. 
I wasn't about to let her have all the fun and soon we 
were both exploring each other with abandon. 

I'd never dreamed of making love to another woman before, 
but now it just seemed so natural. Our bodies were both 
quaking with shared passion and my hand found her 
hairless mound the same instant her hand found mine. We 
started playing in unison, our hands on our pussies as 
our bodies writhed together. It was so wonderful feeling 
her delicate little fingers parting and caressing my most 
intimate folds with tender expert care as I did my best 
for her. It was so unlike Brandon's clumsier fondling, 
Susan new just how to touch me and I returned every 
favor. 

I don't know how long we writhed together like that on 
the bed, our bodies quaking in unison with every release. 
It was all so wonderful that I could hardly believe it 
was happening. Every once in a while I looked up and saw 
Brandon watching with a wide smile on his face. I didn't 
doubt he loved this as much as we were, he had a front 
row seat to a lesbian love in and I hoped it was 
everything he'd wanted.

Finally, we both fell back with one last cry of release, 
both too exhausted to continue. Susan simply pulled 
herself up to me and snuggled up to my side, pressing her 
boobies into my arm and her crotch against my thigh. 
Brandon looked down at us again, still smiling.

"That was great, you two take a nice nap, you deserved 
it. I'm going to take a shower, and we'll play more 
later." He instructed and strolled out of the room. I 
smiled as I felt myself drift off to sleep, it was just a 
wonderful idea to take a nap, and I loved having Susan's 
sexy little body pressed against me. Sleeping with a 
lover was just a wonderful way to cap off a great bout of 
sex I thought wistfully as I closed my eyes for a good 
rest.



CHAPTER ELEVEN


The feeling of something wonderful massaging my pussy 
brought me back to the waking world. I was already 
quaking with pleasure and it took me a moment to work 
past the sensations to realize that someone was licking 
my pussy. Brandon had done it to me once before much to 
my immediate satisfaction, but this didn't feel like 
Brandon. Then I remembered what I'd done before taking my 
little nap and I looked down to see Susan lapping between 
my legs eagerly.

I must have moved oddly because she looked up at me. She 
looked up at me warmly then gave me a cute little wink 
before plunging her tongue between my tender folds again. 
I spread my legs wider for her and moaned out at her 
wonderful caress. Her tongue played along my nether lips 
and toyed with my sensitive nub with an exquisite 
tenderness. I couldn't help but be washed away by her 
skillful treatment. It wasn't long at all before she'd 
sent me over the edge, and I rocked with a wonderful 
orgasm as she continued to lick me.

Susan gave me a few moments to recover before she pulled 
herself back up and laid herself atop me, pressing our 
bodies together wonderfully. She looked wonderfully 
content as she gazed down into my eyes before she spoke.

"I hope you don't mind, Terry, but you smelled so nice 
and I just had to taste you." Susan giggled. "Oh, god, 
listen to me I can't believe I said that. How is Brandon 
doing this to us?"

Susan wiggled against me seductively for a moment before 
bringing her hands up and starting to fondle my 
wonderfully big new boobies. She played with them using 
the same tender care she'd used with her tongue earlier 
and I just let myself enjoy her caress. I knew she must 
have been a wonderfully gently lover before all this, and 
she was making extraordinary use of that ability now.

"I don't know, but I can't help myself. I don't know if I 
really want it to stop anymore, it's just so amazing." I 
moaned as Susan rolled my tender flesh in her hands. "Do 
you like my new boobies?"

"Oh, yeah, Terry, I can't help playing with them, and I 
love how big and pointy your nipples get now. They're 
just like two big signs that Terri's a horny little 
girl." Susan giggled as she started rubbing her thumbs 
across my hard nips to emphasize her point. 

"Oh, that's nice." I moaned. Then I reached up with my 
hands and cupped Susan's cute little titties in my hands. 
"I like yours too, they are just so cute and I just love 
sucking on your pink little nipples."

Susan smiled deviously for a moment then squirmed herself 
on top of me until she could lower one of her little 
boobies over my mouth. I eagerly took the hint and 
started sucking on her nip. It was so great, better then 
yesterday because now it was just us two, and Brandon 
wasn't there to distract us.

"Oh, Terri, this is so cool. I can't believe I'm really 
doing this." Susan cried out as she pressed her tit into 
my lips. I knew she must love this, just like I did when 
Brandon sucked on me. 

"Hi girls, enjoying yourselves?" I heard Brandon ask just 
as I was nibbling on Susan's taught little nip. I 
instantly pulled myself away and turned to him smiling. 
He was standing there perfectly naked, and I just 
shivered as a slew of sexy thoughts ran through my head. 

"Yes!" We both cried out in unison. Shocked I turned to 
Susan and we giggled at having answered him like that.

"Feeling better, Susan?" Brandon asked as he walked up to 
her and reached for her chest. Susan thrust out her bosom 
and mewed as he cupped her boobies. 

"Yeah, I really wish you'd let me stop though, Brandon." 
Susan sighed as he kneaded her flesh. I could already 
smell her arousal. Of course I could smell myself too, 
Brandon was just incredibly sexy and I couldn't blame 
Susan for reacting like that.

Brandon just smiled and looked into her eyes. "Did you 
ever want a bigger bust, Susan? Terri really likes her 
new boobs, don't you Terri?"

"Oh, yeah, Brandon, they're great. You really want Susan 
to have a pair like mine?" I asked in wonder. I'd never 
really thought how Susan would look with a nice rack like 
mine, but the thought was really appealing somehow. Of 
course, I figured part of that was Brandon again. 
Obviously he liked his women to have big chests, and he 
wanted me to enjoy them as well so I would like playing 
with his other girls.

"If she wants to." Brandon smiled and looked into Susan's 
eyes. "Well, how about it? I can always change them back 
if you don't like them."

I looked over at Susan anxiously. I could see she was 
seriously considering it. Of course, I knew that Brandon 
didn't really give choices when it came to something like 
this. Susan would do what he wanted, but he had to make 
her think it was her choice. I just braced myself for 
seeing my sexy little Asian friend with a big bouncy pair 
of tits.

"Only if I can change them back, okay?" Susan asked. I 
could see she was both curious and worried. What girl 
wouldn't like to try out a new bust size if she could 
change back with just the snap of her fingers. Of course, 
her bust size was really in the hands of Brandon, and I 
doubt she trusted him much more than I did when it came 
to things like this.

"Agreed. Now give me your hands and we can see the new 
you." Brandon took Susan's hands and placed them over her 
little boobies. I knew what was about to come next and 
just quivered with anticipation.

"Oh, God!" Susan cried. I watched in awe as her cute 
little titties became the same perky melons I had. Susan 
just looked down at her chest in awe, weighing her new 
boobies in her hands. As she cupped the bottoms of her 
tits I could see her huge new nipples standing up from 
them just like mine did when I got horny. Oh, they looked 
just wonderful like that, rising from the creamy hills of 
her boobs like two suckable peaks.

"Why don't you give us a look, Susan?" Brandon prodded, 
breaking Susan out of her amazed self-examination.

"Oh, okay." Susan chimed and slowly dropped her hands 
away and thrust out her chest for us. 

"How do you like them?" She asked, her uncertainty 
ringing in her voice as she pushed her perky new melons 
out for us. 

"They're just wonderful! Can I play with them?" I asked. 
They just looked so great standing out firm and round on 
her chest. I couldn't wait to enjoy them just like they 
were meant to be.

"So shameless, Sis. You really like being bi now don't 
you?" Brandon asked as he reached up and started fondling 
Susan. She just cooed and pressed back against his 
probing fingers.

"Oh God!" Susan cried and she just shook with pleasure 
from his touch. All I could do was just sit and watch, my 
pussy was already leaking at the sight before me. Susan's 
sexy body shimmering with her heat and Brandon playing 
with her in his full naked glory. I couldn't decide which 
I wanted to stare at more, the hard shaft between his 
legs or the pump orbs rising from her chest. 

Finally I decided, if I couldn't play with Susan, I'd 
play with Brandon. I slipped down and crawled between 
them on my hands and knees. Before Brandon had even 
noticed me, I moved my head over his shaft, wrapped my 
lips around his head, and started sucking. It didn't take 
me long to get him fully hard and twitching in my mouth, 
and he reached down to make me stop.

"Thanks, Sis, hop up on the bed and you can enjoy it 
properly." Brandon ordered me. I didn't have to be told 
twice. I quickly hopped up onto the bed on all fours and 
spread my legs. My pussy was all ready for him now and I 
just ached with anticipation.

"Mount me stud!" I cried, wiggling my ass for him as 
seductively as I could. I just hoped my lewd display was 
doing a good job of keeping him hard while I waited for 
him to impale me. I felt the bed bounce a little at he 
jumped up behind me and his hands wrapped around my 
waist. I presented my pussy for him, and moaned 
shamelessly as he pressed his cock into my aching folds.

"Come on Susan, don't you want to see how a girl looks 
like being fucked?" Brandon asked as he teased my gates 
with his tool. I squirmed back against him, but he made 
sure that I couldn't get any more than the head of his 
shaft inside. 

"Hurry up!" I prodded Susan. I knew Brandon wanted Susan 
to watch, and he wasn't going to give me what I wanted 
until he did. Susan wavered for just a moment more before 
she started pushing herself between my arms until he head 
was right below my anxious pussy. I got an excellent view 
of Susan's naked little pussy too, and it looked 
delicious. I could see that she was already getting wet 
again and I felt the urge to bend down and lick her 
tender folds.

"Terri!" Susan cried out in surprise as I kissed her 
nether lips tenderly. She squirmed her hips a little, 
kissing me back and let out the cutest gasp as I slipped 
her a little tongue. Susan opened her legs and I let 
myself just enjoy her sweet taste as she moaned beneath 
me.

"So Susan, can you see Terri's sweet little pussy now?" 
Brandon asked , still teasing me with the tip of his 
shaft. I tried again to get him deeper inside me, but he 
kept me at bay yet again.

"Oh, yeah, I uh, can," Susan stuttered as she replied 
through the moans I was inducing in her. 

"Good, now enjoy the show!" Brandon laughed as he plowed 
into my ready passage with one firm thrust. I felt his 
sack slap against my pussy as he filled me, spreading me 
open with his wonderful tool.

"Oh, God!" Susan gasped in amazement as I was impaled. I 
felt fingers touching between my legs a moment later, 
running themselves along my stretched out nether lips, 
and just sparking amazing fires within me. I realized it 
was Susan simply exploring our joined forms, no doubt 
thinking that her own pussy had looked like this not long 
ago.

I rippled my pussy in thanks to Brandon for finally 
sinking himself into me. I squirmed back against him as 
well, trying to entice him into giving me the hard 
fucking I really wanted right now. 

Brandon must have realized what I wanted as he 
immediately started pumping into me. I moved my hips just 
a bit so he could hump me even better and started crying 
out with every amazing thrust. I tried to keep licking at 
Susan's delicious folds, but Brandon was doing to good of 
a job and I couldn't keep my head between her legs. 

Then I was surprised for a moment by a warm wet touch on 
my clit before I realized that Susan was joining in 
again. I moaned in thanks, but couldn't do anything else 
as the sensations overwhelmed me. I was on all fours 
getting pumped furiously by Brandon as Susan licked me 
and my big boobies bounced furiously beneath me with 
every thrust. I was in heaven.

I can't say how long we lasted, but I think we were all 
too worked up for it to take long. I suddenly felt 
Brandon close in on his orgasm and started squeezing 
myself around him to get him off. I knew I'd get my pussy 
filled in just moments, and Brandon didn't disappoint.

He grabbed onto my hips tightly and plowed into me one 
last time. Then I had a moment to enjoy his hard shaft 
stretching me open before I could feel his seed race up 
his shaft and pour into my depths. I cried out in release 
as I felt the warmth spreading inside me. I could feel my 
pussy milking him and reveled in every new squirt of his 
seed as it filled me. 

Brandon pulled out of me with a wonderfully slow pull, 
letting my pussy give him one last gentle caress. I felt 
our juices trickle out of me as he slipped out and I 
moaned in satisfaction as he finally pulled away. Without 
thinking I just collapsed, and I only realized that Susan 
was still beneath me when I felt her arms wrap around my 
waist.

"Oh, that was so cool, and I bet this tastes great!" 
Susan squealed beneath me a moment before I felt her 
tongue start lapping up Brandon's juices from my nether 
lips. I was still quaking in that post-orgasmic bliss, 
and just enjoyed her gentle cleaning as our naked bodies 
pressed into each other. 

"Oh God!" I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me. 
Susan really knew how to use her tongue and I couldn't 
even control myself. 

"Is everything alright in here?" I heard from the other 
side of the door. It took me a moment to realize it was 
my mother, and no sooner had that thought dawned on me 
than the door opened.

"Yeah, mom." I choked out, wondering just what he 
reaction would be to seeing me and Susan locked together 
like this, both naked, with Brandon equally bare right 
beside us.

"Hi Susan! I see Brandon's finally gotten around to 
expanding his little harem. How do you like it?" Mom 
asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Susan just lay there dumbfounded. My mom had always been 
considered something of a prude in the past, and I hadn't 
yet had the chance to tell Susan about how Brandon had 
changed her. I rolled off Susan and sat up, still not 
knowing just how to deal with my new mother.

"Oh, I see Brandon's been enjoying his little boob fetish 
too. Come on Susan sit up and let me see how you and 
Terri stack up now." Mom coaxed. Susan was still kind of 
dazed but followed my mother's suggestion. As soon as she 
did mom walked up to us and looked down at our titties. 
All four were jutting out proudly and tipped with our big 
new nipples. Mine were still nice and hard from being so 
horny, but I could tell that Susan's were getting soft.

"Oh, those look very nice on you, Susan! But you need to 
be a horny girl like my little Terri to keep Brandon's 
attention. Just look at how nice and hard her nipples 
are. You're nice and horny aren't you, baby?" Mom asked 
me. 

"Yeah." I mumbled. This was still way too weird. My mom 
wasn't supposed to be okay with any of this, much less be 
proud of me for it. Still, she seamed to be and I didn't 
quite know what to do about it.

"See, Susan, I'm sure you can be just as horny a little 
slut as Terri. Just start thinking about how good it will 
be to have Brandon's nice big cock in your pussy again. I 
bet you really liked it before, didn't you dear?" Mom 
asked sweetly. Susan blushed deeply, but everyone could 
see that her nipples were getting nice and hard again. It 
wasn't but a few moments before hers were pointing out 
just as lewdly as mine were.

"See, I knew you could do it, Susan." Mom beamed and 
reached in and pinched both of Susan's nipples. Susan 
squealed in delight and I could tell that she was shaking 
with an orgasm. "Oh, that's wonderful, you'll make a 
great little horny slut for Brandon. Now, be good and 
play nice kids, I don't want to here that Brandon didn't 
get to shoot off in all your holes girls. He's a horny 
little stud after all."

With that she just walked out. I still couldn't accept 
that she was okay with all of this, but I knew Brandon 
had messed with her mind. It didn't help any, but right 
now I was aching with need from watching Mom fondling 
Susan and I had to decide just who I was going to do.

"Brandon, please, fuck me!" Susan cried out before I'd 
mustered the coherence to do the same. Brandon had been 
watching the scene from the side of the room, and it 
wasn't hard to see how horny he was. I went to object, 
but decided that I could wait my turn as I saw how 
flushed with need Susan was. She was lying out on the 
bed, her legs spread invitingly for Brandon. Her plump 
little pussy was dripping with her need and I had to 
fight down the urge to start licking her. 

Brandon didn't waste any time and I watched curiously as 
Brandon mounted Susan again. It was simply amazing to 
watch her little mound being split open and take 
Brandon's shaft inside her. She squirmed deliciously 
under him as he impaled her, and I felt my own pussy 
quiver in jealousy. Still, the day was young, and I knew 
that Brandon would have plenty of time for me after he 
finished with Susan again. I could hardly wait, but for 
now I simply sat back and enjoyed the show.



EPILOG:

This was just the beginning of my new life of course. 
Brandon was quite the pervert, and with his abilities to 
control people he did miss an opportunity to enjoy 
himself. Susan and I started out as the core to a little 
fan club for Brandon. Brandon started filling it with my 
classmates, and slowly expanded his net whenever he saw 
some cute little thing pass by. 

It wasn't long before Brandon decided we needed a bit new 
house, and he found us a wonderful sea side mansion. He 
filled it was an army of beautiful women usually naked or 
scantily clad who would service his every whim. Susan and 
I were lucky as we were both kept in his inner harem. We 
didn't have to do anything we didn't want to, excluding 
orders from Brandon of course. We even got to sleep with 
him often, and were usually present whenever he played 
with a new girl.

Certainly there are other stories to tell about my life 
and my home. Even now I still know just how wrong it was 
for Brandon to do this to all of us girls, but that 
doesn't change the fact that I love him deeply and 
completely. In fact it's time for another of the local 
virgins to be claimed and it's my turn to guide Brandon 
to her gates. 

If I have time later I might write more, but Susan's been 
complaining about all the time I spend at the computer, 
and I can't afford to make her mad or she won't sleep 
with me any more. We can't have that now can we?

The End.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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