Author's Comments:
All characters herein are 18+.
In a dystopian police state there is little wamrth to cling on to. For an orphaned pair of siblings they have only had eachother to rely on. However, as the realities of patriotic duty to the state threaten to tear them apart, a sister wastes no time professing her affection for her older brother. But Avery does not stop there, she must ensure to vex her brother entirely so he fights to come back to her.
Conscripting A Brother's Heart
Jax knew Avery was scared-- her hand was trembling as it caressed his cheek; her other was fidgeting with the trim of her white blouse more so than her typical tic. While she put on a brave face, he knew that it was only skin deep. The girl he knew as his sister was frightened, more so than he had ever seen. Guilt overcame all other emotions for him, the uncertainty of their future together in limbo.
"Don't..." He knew as soon as he saw the tear fall from her eye, that she was forcing herself to hold back her truth. Avery wanted to tell him to stay, to stay with her and not go where she could not follow.
Avery had turned cold since the day he came home with her favorite treat in hand-- a box of two chocolate-covered cream puffs, and the words of his conscription on his lips. Where once he enjoyed the warmth and kindness of a sister's love, he now was hardly worthy of a word. The mere sight of him caused her to turn the other way.
Her condition seemed to worsen, too. Where once she had control over her emotional bouts, she now seemed frail and at the mercy of irrational fear. It burnt his soul to see her like this. Where once his strength held back the demons of her mind, now she drowned in them.
It was not until the day he was ordered to report did she open up to him again. Her embrace was something withheld for so long. Jax couldn't bear to think he was about to be without it even longer.
They both knew this would come. Too long had Avery held Jax back, never letting him grow for himself. His obligation to her kept him within the confines of that dusty and grimy block of housing, they had known for so long. But inevitability brought no comfort to Avery.
Her fingers grabbed, tugged, and rifled with her clothes, she would often do this till her fingers were raw. Having Jax near was her only coping mechanism. It was their citizen status keeping them from getting her to an actual doctor that could treat her. Instead, she lived with a stigma of being 'crazy' or 'mentally touched' in a world that was not understanding of people like her. While on the outside she was a beautiful girl next door; inside, she was just afraid.
Jax grasped her bare upper arm and caressed it, his rough hands prickling her skin. For all the years they grew up alone on the streets of the capital, absent their parents' guiding light, the two at this moment felt the ghetto walls grow steeper.
There were no guarantees in life in this day and age. War was now just another chapter in a boy's life in the Armed Republic. Either you became a soldier, or someone close to you did. Life did not make any promises that Jax would return to his sister again, nor did life in the sprawling slums of the capital promise Avery would be there to receive him. Poverty, disease, and crime, all lurking on the fringes to feast on Avery as her brother's protection departed.
"Hey..." He lifted her head, her soft cheeks moist with sweat from cooking the morning meal. He took a long pause as he reflected on their time together growing up, and how many times he had been there to protect her over the years. Whether she was being bullied by bigger kids in the park, or singled out by seedy characters in the dark alley between school and home-- Jax had always been there for Avery. He would be lying to himself, if he did not feel in the least bit worried. He held her softly with his hand on the back of her neck, watching the tears roll down her cheeks.
"Jaxy..." Her head found his chest as she sobbed. His dark-green digital uniform was wet with her tears.
He grabbed her hand away from its fumbling, holding her still there; trying to hold her in the moment.
Outside, shouting of some sort broke out. National Police fighting with disgruntled citizens, or even the common street brawl. The sounds of this city were mechanical and cold, with little warmth or kindness to them. Constant loudspeaker reminders of the duty of citizens to be loyal to their nation, yet Jax only wished to be loyal to his beloved sister.
Jax had hardly come to terms with leaving Avery in such conditions. If only he could bring her along with him to his station to live. However, they were both nothing but street rats to the government, wards of the state. Only by bribing the bureaucrat assigning them with money Jax pick-pocketed, did they get this government-furnished closet. Within the wardship program, who knew where they both could have been assigned? They may have even been separated to opposite ends of the city. Coupled with curfews, they would never have been able to see each other.
Letting go of her hand, she relaxed it to Jax's surprise. Perhaps, she had forgotten for just a slight moment that he was leaving that day. Her thin, petite frame pressed against him longingly. Jax ran his fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair, as she nestled in his chest. Bringing his face to the top of her head, he burned the smell of her perfume into his mind. It was the perfume he saved up money for months, as a birthday gift last year. She cried when he gave it to her, much like she did now.
"Remember the time Claire and her friends had cornered that dog... errr, the mangy-looking one in the part just down Block 23." He smiled, pushing her dainty shoulders back and looking into her striking green eyes.
Avery sniffled and nodded.
Jax recalled the day, it had been... maybe three years ago he found Avery in the park, barking loudly at the other girls. As small and frail looking she was, his sister certainly had a projection to her voice when she believed in herself.
"I remember you shoving that one girl... you know pox face..."
"Félicie." Avery whispered.
"Yeah, Félicie, I remember you pushin' her right into the mulch, after she hit that dog. I swear she was picking shit out of her mess of hair for weeks."
They both shared a small laugh.
"You're strong, Avery." He placed his hand atop her head. "You'll be fine. When they lift the restrictions, we'll be together again."
Her eyes darkened just then; somehow, Jax knew she didn't share his optimism about this situation.
"But, uh... I wanted to give you this." He pulled a small card from his chest pocket, wet from her sobbing. It read National Identity Card and had a thick, green band just under the bold lettering. Below all this was Avery's portrait from two years ago, when she first got a yellow NIC. Her face was much younger, and she had more of a baby face back then. He almost shed a tear, thinking about how she morphed from that into the woman before him now.
"A green...?" Avery's hands reached for the card, but froze as if she felt unworthy to hold it.
"Yes..." Jax blubbered a bit, the emotion of it hitting him. Clearing his throat, he tried to keep his composure as he placed the small plastic card in Avery's palms. For their entire lives they had been 'Yellows', the lowest class that were not some sort of criminals or degenerates. Orphans were just too high risk of a demographic to be allowed the freedoms that 'Greens' had. But with that, they also lived in worse conditions, with less security, and without the medical attention Avery needed.
"I made it a condition of my conscription." He held his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat again. "To have you promoted to a Green."
Avery's eyes welled up.
The noises outside subsided, restarted, and quieted again, all within the span of the disbelief Avery lingered. She leered at the thick, green band with her picture affixed under it, and then at her brother.
"You could prob get a better job than working at that dive." Jax referred to the dusty cafe Avery waited tables at on the corner. His eyes turned upwards to the stained ceilings and rusted pipes of their 'apartment'. "You could prob move out o'here, as well; get yourself to a better block, you're an adult now so you have more choices." He took in the sight of her, short and slender, with a girlish charm about her. "When I can, perhaps I can save up enough money to get you a permit to travel and come visit me sometime?"
Avery stepped backward silently, averting her eyes from the gift Jax presented to her. It was not quite the reaction he had hoped for.
"Don't go..." she said under her breath as she held onto the warped and cracking wood table next to her.
"Avery..."
"DON'T GO!" Her shrill yell echoed around their apartment. A stiff knock on the wall that adjoined Mrs. Durand's apartment reminded them how thin the walls were.
"I can't... I'll do anything!" The small girl began to hyperventilate, her body heaving as she looked at her brother dressed in that uniform.
"I have to... Avery, please; I don't want to!" He took a step closer, hand outstretched.
Avery's cheeks were flush red, her eyes meeting his. She looked over his tall frame, shoulders broad, and hands rough. Jax always looked powerful to her, growing up; now in his army uniform, he seemed even more so.
"I love you..." Her voice was soft again.
"Avery I love you, too--"
"NO!" Avery yelled again, stiff knocks on the wall repeating. Both looked to the wall in question, with guilty expressions. But Avery was shaking her head, eyes fixed on her brother.
"No Jaxy... I love you." She stepped back.
Jax was about to say something, struggling for words to convey his understanding. However, he could not understand, in the slightest, the graveness of his sister's tone.
"You don't get it, Jaxy; I'll do anything to get you to stay!" She poured her heart out with her words, her hands finding the waistband of her skirt. The thin, blue fabric fell to the ground, the soft sound of its impact all that could be heard between them. Jax was at a loss for words. His eyes fixated on his sister's lack of undergarments.
Between her thin thighs, a blushing labia sat crowned by a neatly trimmed patch of hair. The thought that she had even trimmed it at all broke the perception he had of Avery. She stood there, intently watching his reaction. Her face was red with passion, and an expression of determination. That face could move mountains in his mind, and rarely could he persuade a thought from her when she wore it.
"Avery, what are you doing?!" He fumbled with his words. His eyes darted between her wistful expression and her lower set of lips.
"I said I'd do anything, Jaxy. I'll even give myself to you!" She pleaded, her hands now rifling with the buttons of her white blouse to rid herself of it.
"Avery, this is crazy, I'm your brother!" He blurted out, but ironically, felt a stirring in his manhood.
The last few buttons of her blouse resisted her frantic fumbling, as she grunted. Finally, she gave up and simply pushed the blouse off her shoulders, revealing she also had not been wearing a bra. Jax wasn't proud of the fact that he had seen the two faint-pink spots beneath her white blouse earlier. Now, he could see them plainly, her nearly flat chest adorned by bright pink blossoms.
"Fuck it," Was her last expression of frustration with her wardrobe, before throwing herself on her knees. She pressed her body as close to Jax's legs as she had in their embrace. Her face nestled against his crotch as she rubbed her cheek and nose against a growing bulge.
"Avery, this is wrong, no matter what either of us wants, I still have to go!" He sternly stated as he tried to step back from his crazed sister that nestled against his growing urge. There was a feeling in his core he despised, and couldn't understand, as he looked down at her on her knees as he backed away. Avery, however, did not let him get away; her half-naked body following him till he had nowhere to go, but against the cold, brick wall.
Avery sniffled knowing it was true, but regardless, she knew what she wanted.
"I don't care... give me this," She whispered meekly again.
"Avery... I. Am. Your. Brother."
"And I am your sister!" She grabbed his growing bulge with her hand. "It doesn't seem to be stopping you." She kneaded it affectionately, hoping it would send the right signals through her brother's thick skull.
"Avery..." Jax struggled to find a way to refute her clear point.
"Jaxy... you are the only man that's ever protected me, cared for me, loved me... you are the only man I can see myself loving."
Jax looked down silently, his eyes shamefully catching sight of her pink nipples, hardly jutting from her chest.
"Now you are leaving me." Avery held back tears, though her voice cracked with the words. "At least give me this... please." Her kneading turned to unbuttoning the front of his pants and unclipping his belt.
"Avery, stop; we can't." Jax began to swat her hands away, trying to push his sister off of him.
A hand met her cheek to get her away from the front of his crotch, but instead, the younger sister clamped down on it with her teeth.
"Gaahhhh!" Jax exclaimed as his sister bit him. He whipped his hand away and instinctively brought it back to her cheek with a stiff slap.
Once again, the room echoed with silence, Avery staring up at her brother with a reddened cheek. He had never struck her before, even as children. The stinging feeling was so new, much like the warmth of his bulge in her hand. It sent a shiver down her spine, her sex tingling with each stinging sensation in her cheek.
It took little time for her to devote herself to undoing his pants after that. Jax, who was so stunned that he had hit his sister, now was just as surprised that she could move so fast in freeing his cock. Before he knew it, his thick rod was out in the air and in his sister's mouth. Her lips nursed on his mushroom head affectionately.
She moved as if she had put a lot of thought into how she would suck on him. For all he knew, Avery hadn't done this before. As much as she glided around his cock with her mouth, it felt a bit amateur. He wondered if she had even seen a cock, but as he thought about it, due to their proximity she had definitely seen his. The more he thought about it, he recalled her staring rather intently.
Clearly, his sister had a latent desire for his manhood, that now was manifesting itself very clearly as she pleasured him. It felt quite amazing even for as much shame that sat in the back of his head. Her hands grasped at his balls for a time, her lips smacked along the bottom of his rod. She was exploring, less for his pleasure, and more for her sexual fantasy.
Excitedly, she would move around him and position her head on either side, kissing, sucking, and licking. His cock glistened with her saliva, as she rubbed her nose and cheek along his length. Minutes passed before Jax even realized that he was letting his sister do this, despite his initial objection.
Avery came back to the tip of it, a look of determination on her face. Her eyes came up to his, a small smile on her lips. It was the first such smile he had seen her give in a long time. Opening wide, she brought him inside her mouth. Like her petite frame, her mouth wasn't large either, making his thick member sliding into it an extremely erotic sight. She glided her head forward to take as much of him in as she could. Jax looked at her coyly, knowing there was no way she could. But, that only solidified her determination-- the first few gags were a struggle for her, but she tearily continued down his shaft until the gagging became violent. Jax pulled back a bit so his cock would leave her mouth. Saliva was everywhere along her face as she gagged and coughed. Her hand grabbed his shaft out of fear he would escape, the other trying to wipe the spittle away from her mouth.
Quickly she re-enveloped him, going to the point she first gagged, and then pulled back. This became the rhythm, as she pushed forward, gagged, and retreated. Over and over she did this, again and again. It felt amazing for Jax, the shame almost a forgotten memory as his sister pleasured him.
Another pass of her mouth down his rod elicited a bigger gag, as she got brave again. She pulled off and coughed much to Jax's amusement. He laughed at her heartily, as he put a hand on her blonde head.
"Hey... I'm trying here" She said with a squeaky cough.
"You're determined, aren't you?" He tapped his cock along her cheek. All inhibitions were aside now.
Avery gave him another rare smile, as she nuzzled her brother's rod with her nose. Fluids were spread across her face.
"So... are you okay with this now...?" Her smile turned to a pout, as she sat on her haunches and toyed with his cock.
Jax grimaced down at her.
"Don't let me think about it..." if the sensation of her sucking on him subsided enough, his sense may have come back. But instead, he let his cock guide him, pushing her head towards his tip that he brought to her lips.
Avery mischievously grinned and sat back up, accepting her brother's first advance in this situation, and letting him push his cock into her. She proudly did her best not to gag, her brother playfully trying to find that point, as she clenched her eyes shut. Soon, she couldn't help but heave, a small chuckle from both, as she began to cough again.
"I love you, Avery." He looked down at her, as she swished his head around her mouth.
"I love you Jaxy," She whispered, as if she was speaking to his penis. For a second, her eyes seemed to remember he would be leaving soon. But to forget it, she plunged it in farther, taking him to the back of her throat and heaving once more.
"Avery." He twirled some of her strawberry-blonde hair between his fingers.
"Hmmm?"
"Stand up."
Her small frame obediently rose to her feet, her doe eyes fixed on his wondering if this adventure was about to end. Maybe he realized he didn't want this, or didn't want her. All those intrusive thoughts flooded her eyes, until the second Jax gently loosened the last blouse button she had struggled with. He then eagerly pulled the white fabric down her arms.
Her heart skipped as she brightly smiled, her top half now nude, as he tossed her white blouse across the room. She stepped closer to him, resting in the warmth of his much-larger frame, as he put his palm on her nearly flat chest. His thumb toyed with her pink nub as she cooed. Her hand reached down to grab his cock and stroked it, as they shared affection with each other's body. Her brother was perfect at pushing just the right buttons for her. Her light skin was blushing red with stimulation, as she gripped his cock harder and stroked it longer.
"They aren't as big as some girls," She bemoaned herself, as she enticed him with a tug.
"No, but that's fine." He plucked her supple tit with his fingers. Jax brought his lips to her forehead and gave her a smooch, hands hardly parting with his sister's chest.
"They aren't like Sonya's." She looked to the side, as she mentioned Jax's boyhood crush.
"Where did that come from?" He held back a chuckle.
"Well... she... you know." She held her hands over her chest, to illustrate how big Sonya's were.
Jax shook his head, and laughed heartily.
Avery smacked his chest.
"So, now you are laughing at me?"
"No... just you are being silly."
"Oh?"
"I love your breasts for what they are... yours... my beloved sister." He held both of them affectionately. Avery didn't seem to believe him. So Jax decided it was time to prove it.
Wrapping his arms around her small waist he lifted her. She let out a small squeak, before wrapping her long legs around him, looking down now at her brother, as he brought his lips to her chest. His tongue made her small bumps jiggle, as he fondled her. A surprised yelp turned into a sensual hum, as he left a glistening across her entire chest. Her brother licked, kissed, nipped, and enjoyed the taste of her small bosom. Avery's hands tried to grip his hair, but there was hardly any, given his military cut. This went on for a long moment as she held onto him. He was so strong, able to carry her around enjoying the taste of her buds. He soon pressed her against a wall, and got even more into it.
Parting with her chest, Jax's lips glistened as he looked at his sister's naked body wrapped around him. She was so small, it felt like he was carrying nothing.
"How far?" He asked, his voice cracking at the thought.
Avery looked at him blankly, almost as if in the heat she hadn't heard. He could tell she was caught up in the moment. Every inch of her flesh was flush red, and her chest was rising and falling with each breath.
"Ow!" Avery yelped, as Jax pinched her rear. Her eyes lost their glaze, as she awoke from her trance.
"How far?" Jax asked again, but more confidently.
"Far?" Her cute puzzled look made him harder.
"Yes..." Jax walked them to the old wooden table, pushing aside a few items atop it, before sitting his sister on the edge. With his thick strong arms, he shoved her backward, till she lay back, her body like a lusty meal before him.
To make his point, Jax grabbed her skinny thighs and spread her legs open. He placed himself directly between them, veiny cock resting atop her mound. He looked down at his sweet sister, her mind spinning, as her big brother took this situation to the next level. Jax, for every thought he had against it, pushed himself to go forward. He didn't want to stop, not after Avery broke the image of his sweet, innocent sister. The visage of her sucking on his manhood was burned into his memory. This was their relationship now.
"Is this what you wanted, sis?" He took his palm, and roughly felt the flesh of her breast, trailing it down over her stomach, and then to the mound of her sex.
Avery swallowed hard, the taste of her brother's cock permeating her mouth.
"Yes." Her reply was soft and timid.
"You want the last memory of your brother to be his cock inside of you?" Jax raised his tone.
"Yes, Jaxy." Avery's reply was slightly firmer.
Jax gently placed his hand behind his sister's neck, lifting her head off the table, as he leaned over her.
"You want the last thing your brother gives you to be a fucking?" His eyes burned now with the thought. This new territory they were in was unbelievable, the intensity in his eyes demanded to know if his little sister wanted this.
"Yes, big brother!" She whined loudly. A stiff knock on the wall from Mrs. Durand, reminded them of the paper-thin walls. Both hoped she didn't hear that, but neither cared at the moment.
Avery's eyes were wide with passion, as she felt her brother's tall frame dominate her. The rough, camouflage fabric rubbed against her sensitive nipples.
"Fine then, sister-- I'll give you it all." He took a small step back to look down at Avery lying across the table. Her petite body was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"This will vex me-- this taste will give me a craving I won't be able to satisfy." He unbuttoned his camo fatigues, throwing it to join her white blouse on the floor. Wearing only a tight undershirt that hugged his muscular chest, he came between his sister's legs and pulled on her hips to bring her close.
"Jaxy--"
Her squeaky voice always tugged on his heart. And now, as they prepared to join their flesh, it felt like she had the full grip.
"I'll always be yours-- just come back to me." She smiled warmly, her eyes teary, as their parting neared. The only solace she had now, was that they would come closer first.
Jax leaned over and brought his lips to hers. Brother and sister shared the wet warmth of each other's lips for a time. This, while Jax's manhood drew glistening trails of pre-cum along her stomach.
"Avery-- have you even ever...?" He stood up straight, cock at attention, looking down at how wet his sister's pussy had become.
Avery simply shook her head no.
Jax took a deep breath. His sister's virtue was a memento he would take away with him.
"Okay. I want you to take deep breaths then." Jax took his thick cock in hand, while simultaneously pushing his sister's thighs open.
Avery was obedient, spreading her legs wide for Jax, as she took long, nervous breaths. She peeked at Jax's cock between her legs, and only then realized just how big he was compared to her. Despite having sucked him, she didn't truly appreciate his girth until he brought the tip of it to her lower lips, parting them with a brushing motion up and down. The lewd contact between their parts made her whine like a slut. Jax's heart felt like it would explode at that very moment, as he prepared to deflower his sister.
"Jaxy-- you're big. Be gentle." She opened one eye to see him, as she bit her lip in anticipation.
Jax was half-chuffed at the compliment his sister had given, but felt a bit guilty about how much he may hurt her in the process. Taking his hand, he explored her vagina and spread her lips; looking down, he admired how small her cute hole was.
"Okay, Avery. Ready?" He leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Avery, her eyes closed, nodded. She could feel his cock at her entrance.
Jax took his deep breath, finding her tight hole and pushing his thick rod into it.
"Eeeeyyaaa!" She exclaimed as he opened her up. He had not even found her hymen yet, and she was writhing beneath him. Of course, he was stretching her pretty significantly, and he wondered how long he would last inside her virgin cunt.
"Deep breaths." He pushed in more. Avery brought her hand to her mouth and bit down, as her brother's cock sunk deeper.
Soon, he found the barrier of her purity. His manly tip kissed it, before he backed off some. Looking down at his beautiful sister, he relished just how different she looked to him now. He saw her for the grown woman she was. It was like their relationship had blossomed in a way. He was ashamed that it hadn't bloomed sooner.
"Look at me, Avery."
She dared to open her eyes.
"I love you very--"
"Ahhh!"
Jax had thrust forward and broken her hymen, mid-sentence; glad to have distracted her from the impending invasion.
"...much." He finished the sentence, and was now deeper into his sister.
"Meany." She pouted through harsh gasps.
"Are you okay?" He caressed her cheek as he sat still inside of her. She was wiggling her bottom some to get a wider stance in her legs. But there was only so much pressure she could relieve.
"Yeah... just go slow."
Jax indulged Avery with a gentle push, both of them breathing heavily as the slide down her vagina opened her to new feelings with every millimeter of his cock.
"God, you are so tight..." Jax grunted, having a hard time holding himself back, as his rock-solid cock was strangled by his sister's passage.
"Is that good?" She looked up at him with concern.
"Very good." He smiled, and toyed with her tit. "I am going to come back some and then go back in, okay?"
A deep breath and a nod gave him all the permission he needed. Softly, he pulled himself back, about only half of his cock had been in her. But before too long, lust would take over and he found himself pushing inside of her again, eager to claim more territory inside of her like a good soldier.
"Gahhh! Jaxy, it hurts" She moaned, as he was a bit too eager to push in.
"Sorry. Do you want me to stop?"
"No... keep going; it's getting somewhat better... just slowly."
Feeling slightly guilty, he did his best to push back and forth slowly, for a few rounds. He could feel her vagina getting used to him with each successive pass. As he began to tread deeper, he even heard her moan. She was almost ready to be fucked like a woman.
"I'm going to go faster now, okay?"
"Jaxy!" She grabbed his arm nervously.
"Shhh, don't worry. It will feel good."
He began to pull in and out at a steady pace. She would wince every so often, but less than how much she began to moan.
"It's good?" He smiled.
Avery meekly nodded, still trying to take it all in, literally.
Jax was feeling greedy, wanting to take all of it. As he began to fuck her at a normal pace, he would do so with more depth. Soon, he would work her up to three-quarters of his cock. Her mouth fell open as he filled her, and her moans turned more whorish.
"It's so much, it feels like I'm filled to the brim!" She said all in one breath, as her head arched backward with a loud groan.
Jax instinctively covered her mouth.
"You've got to be quiet sis." He nodded towards the paper-thin wall adjoined to Mrs. Durand's apartment.
Avery looked mortified; she had almost forgotten. She made a concerted effort to stifle her moans at that point, even biting her hand when it got too much.
"Besides, I have more for you. You'll be surprised how much you can take."
"It's too much Jaxy!" She whined, as he pushed deeper. She could almost feel it in her stomach as he pressed against her.
"Shhh, just wait." He brought a thrust back much harder this time. A loud yelp from Avery echoed around the room as she grabbed her mouth.
He was kissing her womb at this point, with just half an inch of his cock left, he had found his sister's limit.
"Now..." Jax felt a strong lust. He had opened his sister up. And it was time she got a proper fucking.
Avery saw it in his eyes, biting her hand as he began to lay into her. His thrusts came fast, deep, and with a hard smack against her small thighs. He was railing her with a boyish excitement, as she began to moan loudly through the teeth marks on her hand. As he fucked her for his pleasure, he would lean over and take a taste of her breasts, Avery arching her back at the dual feeling of being fucked and fondled.
The rickety old table he laid her on began to shake as he fucked her. Both had forgotten any concerns over noise by this time. It couldn't be helped. All the sounds of the dystopian world outside had faded away. Only their lust remained in the air.
Avery was moaning sultrily, as Jax growled with each kiss he gave her womb. There was a carnal hunger to fill her tight hole with seed, one that was intensified by her wild sexual singing.
Jax could tell she was on the precipice. Her cunt had begun to warm around him, and at any time, he would usher in her first orgasm. She had gotten to this point fairly easily, perhaps because of her inexperience. But there was something she needed to push her over the edge.
"Jaxy... ahhh!" She moaned his name.
Jax was holding her small waist as he fucked her; hearing his name, he looked up into her eyes.
"Hit me" She said, with a serious expression.
"What?!" He slowed his fucking.
"Like you did-- ahhhehhh-- when I bit your hand-- ohhhaahh! Hit me!"
He couldn't believe how deadly serious she looked about it. Thinking back, she did dive right onto his cock after the last slap.
"Do it." She grunted as she took his length in an aggressive thrust.
Jax brought his hand up as he fucked her. Looking down at her cute face, he grimaced-- yet, felt so much power.
"Eeeeeyah!" The smack landed dead center of her cheek, reddening his sister's soft flesh.
At the same time, her wet cunt constricted around him. The stiff feeling of her climax rumbled up her body, as the jolt he had sent through his hand turned into a release of pleasure for his sister. She trembled where she lay on the table. Her back arched as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. She held the spot on her face where he had slapped her, melting around him as each successive rumble constricted his cock.
"Oh god." She whispered as her body went limp on the table. Her hands traveled around her naked body aimlessly, as she drifted off into another plane of existence. All the while, Jax was doing his best to still fuck her. The tightening of her pussy didn't make it easy to thrust at all.
"I love you." She smiled as her pupils contracted and constricted. She stared at the ceiling, but he knew she was talking to him. It was always him she loved, and it was always her he loved. It just took this moment to break it all free.
"I love you too, sweet sister." He could feel the end nearing. As she began to hum along with his more selfish movements inside of her, she knew he was about to drop his load.
Jax grunted, he couldn't hold it. Kissing her cervix, he thought for a second what sort of parting gift he would be giving her. Girls got pregnant on the streets of the capital all the time. At least she wouldn't be lonely if he gave her as much.
But better judgment prevailed at that moment. Quickly, he pulled himself out with a wet plop. And no sooner did he spew a white-hot stream of cum across her thighs, cunt, stomach, and even as far as her face. He stood there for several moments, unloading on her. It was an amount he never felt possible that his sister had extracted from him.
Avery seemed slightly disappointed to have not gotten his seed deep inside of her. But the warm, gooey feeling of being covered in his cum was a new erotic pleasure she seemed to enjoy.
"Sorry, sis." He saw her pout as she wiped a glob of cum from her nose with her finger.
"I couldn't do that... you have a life to make for yourself now." He nodded to her green identification card, as he caught his breath.
"A life I want you to be a part of." She admired the thick consistency of his cum on her finger. Her innocent curiousness even made her go so far as to taste it.
"It's salty." Avery smacked her lips, as a dribble beaded along them.
Still out of breath, Jax took a step back and looked down at her. Her womanhood was coated with his sperm, and her stomach featured a pool of it. It was a sight he was burning into his memory, something that truly would vex him until the next time they met.
"We will be a part of each other's life." He wiped his cock on her thigh. She bit her lip sensually in response. He was making her feel like such a dirty slut, something Avery's persona had never exuded in her life.
"But what if..."
"Don't."
"But what if!"
"I am coming back to you. I won't be gone forever. I promise that." Jax began to get dressed, as his sister simply lay coated in their fluids.
"You can't promise that." She sat up, cum running down her stomach, across her cunt, and to the floor. Her eyes were welling up again.
"Avery." He came to her, held her head in both his hands, and looked deep into her eyes.
"I am coming back to you."
Her eyes didn't trust it. "Will you give it to me, next time?"
She put a hand on her tummy, some stickiness still there, as she envisioned a baby in her womb.
Jax buttoned up his camouflage fatigues and found his cover. Merely minutes ago, they were just brother and sister, and now after taking his sister's virtue he was faced with a begging Avery eager to have him fertilize her.
"I uh... Avery, I'm your brother... this..." he pointed to her lewd state. "... is one thing, but getting you pregnant?" His voice cracked with bewilderment that his sister would want such a thing.
"Next time." Avery stood up, her body glistening with the product of their lovemaking.
"Huh?"
"Next time, we will talk about it." It was like his sister had come to some sort of terms within herself. He was talking to a fully grown Avery now.
"I have known for a long time, that I've wanted you." She stood before him naked and unashamed, as she admitted a long-time lust for her sibling.
"I know you didn't know you shared that feeling until earlier. But I knew you did."
"Avery..." Jax ran his fingers through her beautiful blonde hair.
"But once you were inside of me, I saw it on your face." She fidgeted with her naked sides as she defiantly stood before him. "Every bit of me you took for yourself, you hungered for it. You wanted to take everything I could give. I saw it in your eyes."
Jax stood silent, he knew she was right.
"So... while you're gone, every time you're vexed about me-- think about what you didn't claim." She looked resolute before him. More so than her frail demeanor had ever portrayed.
Avery's words stirred inside of Jax, like she knew exactly how to entice him.
"You may have gotten every inch of my womanhood, but you didn't get your beloved sister's womb." She placed her hands over her stomach, her stern rebuke piercing Jax.
"Avery I--"
"But!"
"But?"
"Despite all that." Avery stepped closer, inside his envelope of embrace. " Know that your sister loves you, and this womb is yours to claim. If that doesn't vex you, entice you, tempt you-- then I don't know what will. You'll be far away thinking about this, I know it."
She stood on her tiptoes and took his mouth with hers once again, their kisses unending for several minutes.
"Well... you certainly won't be far from my thoughts."
"Good." She melted into him, still feeling the fullness he had brought her pussy, as the stickiness on her body marked her. Jax could tell she was holding back her tears; he, too wanted to let them out in those final moments.
"I love you, Avery."
"And I love you, Jaxy. I am waiting for you... brother... lover." A small glistening rolled over her cheek, as her eyes darkened knowing it was time.
Jax gave her a final kiss on the forehead before grabbing his bag to leave. As he stepped through the door, he took a long look at her naked body; Avery even posing for him to see her and burn the image in his mind. But as soon as the door came to a close, she felt the dreaded loneliness. The only solace was the feeling inside her core that still radiated.
Avery wouldn't re-dress for hours, thinking about those short moments of intimacy, she had shared with Jax.
"Up in the morn', outta the rack
Greeted at dawn with an early attack
Sergeant rushes me off to show but I don't need it anyhow
Hail Hail Infantry Fury of battle follow me
An airborne soldiers life for me
O' nothing in this world is free
from a big bird in the sky All will jump and some will die
Off to battle we will go To live or die, hell I do'n know"
The column of soldiers ran across the wet road, as the wind beat them with its frigid breath. Their boots smacked the pavement, as if it were a pair of moist lips; the wet morning rain drenching them on their morning run as their cadence and echoes kept up despite the conditions.
Jax, in particular, gripped his bullpup rifle close to his chest as his breath tasted of blood. He hated running in the cold like this, nothing worse than the bloody taste in your mouth and your legs locking up. It had been six miles since they stopped, running at a slow pace in full gear was hell on the knees while certainly, their standard-issue boots did not provide much support.
They turned a corner; Jax, second behind the squad leader, as he held his rifle to port and leaned with the turn, as if momentum at such a slow jog meant anything, but it was the mentality that was important. Ahead, the large blacktop of the company mustering area was in sight.
"Compa--"
Their platoon sergeant was cut off by the whirring of two helicopters above as they made for the airfield. Jax managed a smile, as he thought of bolting through the air with his legs off the side of one of those beasts, coming in hot for a raid on an unsuspecting target. Watching the dark silhouettes of the helicopters against the dark-blue night sky, distracted him from his vexed thoughts about his sister.
Close enough to the platoon sergeant who ran to the left of their formation, he could hear the crusty, old NCO muttering under his breath.
"God, fuckin' fly boys, and their god-damned noise."
His head turned to the formation, his tight-cut grey hair that only covered half his scalp shimmering in rainwater.
"Company! Release!" His smoker's lungs bellowed out the command with significant phlegm.
It was then the formation broke, the soldiers of 3rd Platoon, B Company knowing the routine. They had about three-tenths of a mile to the mustering grounds.
Jax was tired, but not of running. He was tired of the short pace, the near-vertical motion his legs had to make to not kick his squad leader in the ass, as he strode out. It did not help that earlier that day, he spent much of his energy beating his meat to the thought of his sister.
With the last amount of energy he had, he jogged for the barracks.
"Not today, Jax." A soldier behind him said, out of breath. It was Kent, a boy who grew up a few blocks over from Jax.
The two, neck and neck, and for no good reason at all, began a race to see who would make it out of the miserable cold first. But about halfway there, Jax fell back, between his exhaustion and preoccupation with his thoughts, he didn't have it in him.
"Aye, you had it." Kent panted and nodded his head. He was surprised at Jax's willingness to relent. "Besides, I'm tired of being bored Friday afternoons now, I don't have a pussy to smack like you do, Jaxy-boy."
Jax furrowed his eyebrows skeptically.
"What, you just look a bit lighter in the sack Jax ol' boy." Kent slapped him on the back with a hearty laugh. It was odd how on the nose his friend was.
"But hey, I can't blame you for that. Wish I could lose some weight in the sack ya know. Say, you have a sister don't ya? The one in the pic you showed us?" Kent said, with a shit-eating grin. "Cause ya know, she comes into town, I call dibs to spend the day... the night... the day... and then the night again with her...oof"
A punch in the gut is all Jax had to answer that with. He still regretted showing his platoon mates a picture of Avery that day, an innocent gesture of trying to show where he was from and what he was about. Unfortunately, with a platoon of hot-headed men, it turned into something else entirely, and sadly, nary a sock was spared that night.
Jax paid no more attention to their banter, as he headed back to the barracks for a shower. But Avery's words were haunting him, just like she said they would. Kent's interest sparked a territoriality inside of him, his thoughts lingering on her unconquered womb.
All characters herein are 18+.
In a dystopian police state there is little wamrth to cling on to. For an orphaned pair of siblings they have only had eachother to rely on. However, as the realities of patriotic duty to the state threaten to tear them apart, a sister wastes no time professing her affection for her older brother. But Avery does not stop there, she must ensure to vex her brother entirely so he fights to come back to her.
Conscripting A Brother's Heart
Jax knew Avery was scared-- her hand was trembling as it caressed his cheek; her other was fidgeting with the trim of her white blouse more so than her typical tic. While she put on a brave face, he knew that it was only skin deep. The girl he knew as his sister was frightened, more so than he had ever seen. Guilt overcame all other emotions for him, the uncertainty of their future together in limbo.
"Don't..." He knew as soon as he saw the tear fall from her eye, that she was forcing herself to hold back her truth. Avery wanted to tell him to stay, to stay with her and not go where she could not follow.
Avery had turned cold since the day he came home with her favorite treat in hand-- a box of two chocolate-covered cream puffs, and the words of his conscription on his lips. Where once he enjoyed the warmth and kindness of a sister's love, he now was hardly worthy of a word. The mere sight of him caused her to turn the other way.
Her condition seemed to worsen, too. Where once she had control over her emotional bouts, she now seemed frail and at the mercy of irrational fear. It burnt his soul to see her like this. Where once his strength held back the demons of her mind, now she drowned in them.
It was not until the day he was ordered to report did she open up to him again. Her embrace was something withheld for so long. Jax couldn't bear to think he was about to be without it even longer.
They both knew this would come. Too long had Avery held Jax back, never letting him grow for himself. His obligation to her kept him within the confines of that dusty and grimy block of housing, they had known for so long. But inevitability brought no comfort to Avery.
Her fingers grabbed, tugged, and rifled with her clothes, she would often do this till her fingers were raw. Having Jax near was her only coping mechanism. It was their citizen status keeping them from getting her to an actual doctor that could treat her. Instead, she lived with a stigma of being 'crazy' or 'mentally touched' in a world that was not understanding of people like her. While on the outside she was a beautiful girl next door; inside, she was just afraid.
Jax grasped her bare upper arm and caressed it, his rough hands prickling her skin. For all the years they grew up alone on the streets of the capital, absent their parents' guiding light, the two at this moment felt the ghetto walls grow steeper.
There were no guarantees in life in this day and age. War was now just another chapter in a boy's life in the Armed Republic. Either you became a soldier, or someone close to you did. Life did not make any promises that Jax would return to his sister again, nor did life in the sprawling slums of the capital promise Avery would be there to receive him. Poverty, disease, and crime, all lurking on the fringes to feast on Avery as her brother's protection departed.
"Hey..." He lifted her head, her soft cheeks moist with sweat from cooking the morning meal. He took a long pause as he reflected on their time together growing up, and how many times he had been there to protect her over the years. Whether she was being bullied by bigger kids in the park, or singled out by seedy characters in the dark alley between school and home-- Jax had always been there for Avery. He would be lying to himself, if he did not feel in the least bit worried. He held her softly with his hand on the back of her neck, watching the tears roll down her cheeks.
"Jaxy..." Her head found his chest as she sobbed. His dark-green digital uniform was wet with her tears.
He grabbed her hand away from its fumbling, holding her still there; trying to hold her in the moment.
Outside, shouting of some sort broke out. National Police fighting with disgruntled citizens, or even the common street brawl. The sounds of this city were mechanical and cold, with little warmth or kindness to them. Constant loudspeaker reminders of the duty of citizens to be loyal to their nation, yet Jax only wished to be loyal to his beloved sister.
Jax had hardly come to terms with leaving Avery in such conditions. If only he could bring her along with him to his station to live. However, they were both nothing but street rats to the government, wards of the state. Only by bribing the bureaucrat assigning them with money Jax pick-pocketed, did they get this government-furnished closet. Within the wardship program, who knew where they both could have been assigned? They may have even been separated to opposite ends of the city. Coupled with curfews, they would never have been able to see each other.
Letting go of her hand, she relaxed it to Jax's surprise. Perhaps, she had forgotten for just a slight moment that he was leaving that day. Her thin, petite frame pressed against him longingly. Jax ran his fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair, as she nestled in his chest. Bringing his face to the top of her head, he burned the smell of her perfume into his mind. It was the perfume he saved up money for months, as a birthday gift last year. She cried when he gave it to her, much like she did now.
"Remember the time Claire and her friends had cornered that dog... errr, the mangy-looking one in the part just down Block 23." He smiled, pushing her dainty shoulders back and looking into her striking green eyes.
Avery sniffled and nodded.
Jax recalled the day, it had been... maybe three years ago he found Avery in the park, barking loudly at the other girls. As small and frail looking she was, his sister certainly had a projection to her voice when she believed in herself.
"I remember you shoving that one girl... you know pox face..."
"Félicie." Avery whispered.
"Yeah, Félicie, I remember you pushin' her right into the mulch, after she hit that dog. I swear she was picking shit out of her mess of hair for weeks."
They both shared a small laugh.
"You're strong, Avery." He placed his hand atop her head. "You'll be fine. When they lift the restrictions, we'll be together again."
Her eyes darkened just then; somehow, Jax knew she didn't share his optimism about this situation.
"But, uh... I wanted to give you this." He pulled a small card from his chest pocket, wet from her sobbing. It read National Identity Card and had a thick, green band just under the bold lettering. Below all this was Avery's portrait from two years ago, when she first got a yellow NIC. Her face was much younger, and she had more of a baby face back then. He almost shed a tear, thinking about how she morphed from that into the woman before him now.
"A green...?" Avery's hands reached for the card, but froze as if she felt unworthy to hold it.
"Yes..." Jax blubbered a bit, the emotion of it hitting him. Clearing his throat, he tried to keep his composure as he placed the small plastic card in Avery's palms. For their entire lives they had been 'Yellows', the lowest class that were not some sort of criminals or degenerates. Orphans were just too high risk of a demographic to be allowed the freedoms that 'Greens' had. But with that, they also lived in worse conditions, with less security, and without the medical attention Avery needed.
"I made it a condition of my conscription." He held his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat again. "To have you promoted to a Green."
Avery's eyes welled up.
The noises outside subsided, restarted, and quieted again, all within the span of the disbelief Avery lingered. She leered at the thick, green band with her picture affixed under it, and then at her brother.
"You could prob get a better job than working at that dive." Jax referred to the dusty cafe Avery waited tables at on the corner. His eyes turned upwards to the stained ceilings and rusted pipes of their 'apartment'. "You could prob move out o'here, as well; get yourself to a better block, you're an adult now so you have more choices." He took in the sight of her, short and slender, with a girlish charm about her. "When I can, perhaps I can save up enough money to get you a permit to travel and come visit me sometime?"
Avery stepped backward silently, averting her eyes from the gift Jax presented to her. It was not quite the reaction he had hoped for.
"Don't go..." she said under her breath as she held onto the warped and cracking wood table next to her.
"Avery..."
"DON'T GO!" Her shrill yell echoed around their apartment. A stiff knock on the wall that adjoined Mrs. Durand's apartment reminded them how thin the walls were.
"I can't... I'll do anything!" The small girl began to hyperventilate, her body heaving as she looked at her brother dressed in that uniform.
"I have to... Avery, please; I don't want to!" He took a step closer, hand outstretched.
Avery's cheeks were flush red, her eyes meeting his. She looked over his tall frame, shoulders broad, and hands rough. Jax always looked powerful to her, growing up; now in his army uniform, he seemed even more so.
"I love you..." Her voice was soft again.
"Avery I love you, too--"
"NO!" Avery yelled again, stiff knocks on the wall repeating. Both looked to the wall in question, with guilty expressions. But Avery was shaking her head, eyes fixed on her brother.
"No Jaxy... I love you." She stepped back.
Jax was about to say something, struggling for words to convey his understanding. However, he could not understand, in the slightest, the graveness of his sister's tone.
"You don't get it, Jaxy; I'll do anything to get you to stay!" She poured her heart out with her words, her hands finding the waistband of her skirt. The thin, blue fabric fell to the ground, the soft sound of its impact all that could be heard between them. Jax was at a loss for words. His eyes fixated on his sister's lack of undergarments.
Between her thin thighs, a blushing labia sat crowned by a neatly trimmed patch of hair. The thought that she had even trimmed it at all broke the perception he had of Avery. She stood there, intently watching his reaction. Her face was red with passion, and an expression of determination. That face could move mountains in his mind, and rarely could he persuade a thought from her when she wore it.
"Avery, what are you doing?!" He fumbled with his words. His eyes darted between her wistful expression and her lower set of lips.
"I said I'd do anything, Jaxy. I'll even give myself to you!" She pleaded, her hands now rifling with the buttons of her white blouse to rid herself of it.
"Avery, this is crazy, I'm your brother!" He blurted out, but ironically, felt a stirring in his manhood.
The last few buttons of her blouse resisted her frantic fumbling, as she grunted. Finally, she gave up and simply pushed the blouse off her shoulders, revealing she also had not been wearing a bra. Jax wasn't proud of the fact that he had seen the two faint-pink spots beneath her white blouse earlier. Now, he could see them plainly, her nearly flat chest adorned by bright pink blossoms.
"Fuck it," Was her last expression of frustration with her wardrobe, before throwing herself on her knees. She pressed her body as close to Jax's legs as she had in their embrace. Her face nestled against his crotch as she rubbed her cheek and nose against a growing bulge.
"Avery, this is wrong, no matter what either of us wants, I still have to go!" He sternly stated as he tried to step back from his crazed sister that nestled against his growing urge. There was a feeling in his core he despised, and couldn't understand, as he looked down at her on her knees as he backed away. Avery, however, did not let him get away; her half-naked body following him till he had nowhere to go, but against the cold, brick wall.
Avery sniffled knowing it was true, but regardless, she knew what she wanted.
"I don't care... give me this," She whispered meekly again.
"Avery... I. Am. Your. Brother."
"And I am your sister!" She grabbed his growing bulge with her hand. "It doesn't seem to be stopping you." She kneaded it affectionately, hoping it would send the right signals through her brother's thick skull.
"Avery..." Jax struggled to find a way to refute her clear point.
"Jaxy... you are the only man that's ever protected me, cared for me, loved me... you are the only man I can see myself loving."
Jax looked down silently, his eyes shamefully catching sight of her pink nipples, hardly jutting from her chest.
"Now you are leaving me." Avery held back tears, though her voice cracked with the words. "At least give me this... please." Her kneading turned to unbuttoning the front of his pants and unclipping his belt.
"Avery, stop; we can't." Jax began to swat her hands away, trying to push his sister off of him.
A hand met her cheek to get her away from the front of his crotch, but instead, the younger sister clamped down on it with her teeth.
"Gaahhhh!" Jax exclaimed as his sister bit him. He whipped his hand away and instinctively brought it back to her cheek with a stiff slap.
Once again, the room echoed with silence, Avery staring up at her brother with a reddened cheek. He had never struck her before, even as children. The stinging feeling was so new, much like the warmth of his bulge in her hand. It sent a shiver down her spine, her sex tingling with each stinging sensation in her cheek.
It took little time for her to devote herself to undoing his pants after that. Jax, who was so stunned that he had hit his sister, now was just as surprised that she could move so fast in freeing his cock. Before he knew it, his thick rod was out in the air and in his sister's mouth. Her lips nursed on his mushroom head affectionately.
She moved as if she had put a lot of thought into how she would suck on him. For all he knew, Avery hadn't done this before. As much as she glided around his cock with her mouth, it felt a bit amateur. He wondered if she had even seen a cock, but as he thought about it, due to their proximity she had definitely seen his. The more he thought about it, he recalled her staring rather intently.
Clearly, his sister had a latent desire for his manhood, that now was manifesting itself very clearly as she pleasured him. It felt quite amazing even for as much shame that sat in the back of his head. Her hands grasped at his balls for a time, her lips smacked along the bottom of his rod. She was exploring, less for his pleasure, and more for her sexual fantasy.
Excitedly, she would move around him and position her head on either side, kissing, sucking, and licking. His cock glistened with her saliva, as she rubbed her nose and cheek along his length. Minutes passed before Jax even realized that he was letting his sister do this, despite his initial objection.
Avery came back to the tip of it, a look of determination on her face. Her eyes came up to his, a small smile on her lips. It was the first such smile he had seen her give in a long time. Opening wide, she brought him inside her mouth. Like her petite frame, her mouth wasn't large either, making his thick member sliding into it an extremely erotic sight. She glided her head forward to take as much of him in as she could. Jax looked at her coyly, knowing there was no way she could. But, that only solidified her determination-- the first few gags were a struggle for her, but she tearily continued down his shaft until the gagging became violent. Jax pulled back a bit so his cock would leave her mouth. Saliva was everywhere along her face as she gagged and coughed. Her hand grabbed his shaft out of fear he would escape, the other trying to wipe the spittle away from her mouth.
Quickly she re-enveloped him, going to the point she first gagged, and then pulled back. This became the rhythm, as she pushed forward, gagged, and retreated. Over and over she did this, again and again. It felt amazing for Jax, the shame almost a forgotten memory as his sister pleasured him.
Another pass of her mouth down his rod elicited a bigger gag, as she got brave again. She pulled off and coughed much to Jax's amusement. He laughed at her heartily, as he put a hand on her blonde head.
"Hey... I'm trying here" She said with a squeaky cough.
"You're determined, aren't you?" He tapped his cock along her cheek. All inhibitions were aside now.
Avery gave him another rare smile, as she nuzzled her brother's rod with her nose. Fluids were spread across her face.
"So... are you okay with this now...?" Her smile turned to a pout, as she sat on her haunches and toyed with his cock.
Jax grimaced down at her.
"Don't let me think about it..." if the sensation of her sucking on him subsided enough, his sense may have come back. But instead, he let his cock guide him, pushing her head towards his tip that he brought to her lips.
Avery mischievously grinned and sat back up, accepting her brother's first advance in this situation, and letting him push his cock into her. She proudly did her best not to gag, her brother playfully trying to find that point, as she clenched her eyes shut. Soon, she couldn't help but heave, a small chuckle from both, as she began to cough again.
"I love you, Avery." He looked down at her, as she swished his head around her mouth.
"I love you Jaxy," She whispered, as if she was speaking to his penis. For a second, her eyes seemed to remember he would be leaving soon. But to forget it, she plunged it in farther, taking him to the back of her throat and heaving once more.
"Avery." He twirled some of her strawberry-blonde hair between his fingers.
"Hmmm?"
"Stand up."
Her small frame obediently rose to her feet, her doe eyes fixed on his wondering if this adventure was about to end. Maybe he realized he didn't want this, or didn't want her. All those intrusive thoughts flooded her eyes, until the second Jax gently loosened the last blouse button she had struggled with. He then eagerly pulled the white fabric down her arms.
Her heart skipped as she brightly smiled, her top half now nude, as he tossed her white blouse across the room. She stepped closer to him, resting in the warmth of his much-larger frame, as he put his palm on her nearly flat chest. His thumb toyed with her pink nub as she cooed. Her hand reached down to grab his cock and stroked it, as they shared affection with each other's body. Her brother was perfect at pushing just the right buttons for her. Her light skin was blushing red with stimulation, as she gripped his cock harder and stroked it longer.
"They aren't as big as some girls," She bemoaned herself, as she enticed him with a tug.
"No, but that's fine." He plucked her supple tit with his fingers. Jax brought his lips to her forehead and gave her a smooch, hands hardly parting with his sister's chest.
"They aren't like Sonya's." She looked to the side, as she mentioned Jax's boyhood crush.
"Where did that come from?" He held back a chuckle.
"Well... she... you know." She held her hands over her chest, to illustrate how big Sonya's were.
Jax shook his head, and laughed heartily.
Avery smacked his chest.
"So, now you are laughing at me?"
"No... just you are being silly."
"Oh?"
"I love your breasts for what they are... yours... my beloved sister." He held both of them affectionately. Avery didn't seem to believe him. So Jax decided it was time to prove it.
Wrapping his arms around her small waist he lifted her. She let out a small squeak, before wrapping her long legs around him, looking down now at her brother, as he brought his lips to her chest. His tongue made her small bumps jiggle, as he fondled her. A surprised yelp turned into a sensual hum, as he left a glistening across her entire chest. Her brother licked, kissed, nipped, and enjoyed the taste of her small bosom. Avery's hands tried to grip his hair, but there was hardly any, given his military cut. This went on for a long moment as she held onto him. He was so strong, able to carry her around enjoying the taste of her buds. He soon pressed her against a wall, and got even more into it.
Parting with her chest, Jax's lips glistened as he looked at his sister's naked body wrapped around him. She was so small, it felt like he was carrying nothing.
"How far?" He asked, his voice cracking at the thought.
Avery looked at him blankly, almost as if in the heat she hadn't heard. He could tell she was caught up in the moment. Every inch of her flesh was flush red, and her chest was rising and falling with each breath.
"Ow!" Avery yelped, as Jax pinched her rear. Her eyes lost their glaze, as she awoke from her trance.
"How far?" Jax asked again, but more confidently.
"Far?" Her cute puzzled look made him harder.
"Yes..." Jax walked them to the old wooden table, pushing aside a few items atop it, before sitting his sister on the edge. With his thick strong arms, he shoved her backward, till she lay back, her body like a lusty meal before him.
To make his point, Jax grabbed her skinny thighs and spread her legs open. He placed himself directly between them, veiny cock resting atop her mound. He looked down at his sweet sister, her mind spinning, as her big brother took this situation to the next level. Jax, for every thought he had against it, pushed himself to go forward. He didn't want to stop, not after Avery broke the image of his sweet, innocent sister. The visage of her sucking on his manhood was burned into his memory. This was their relationship now.
"Is this what you wanted, sis?" He took his palm, and roughly felt the flesh of her breast, trailing it down over her stomach, and then to the mound of her sex.
Avery swallowed hard, the taste of her brother's cock permeating her mouth.
"Yes." Her reply was soft and timid.
"You want the last memory of your brother to be his cock inside of you?" Jax raised his tone.
"Yes, Jaxy." Avery's reply was slightly firmer.
Jax gently placed his hand behind his sister's neck, lifting her head off the table, as he leaned over her.
"You want the last thing your brother gives you to be a fucking?" His eyes burned now with the thought. This new territory they were in was unbelievable, the intensity in his eyes demanded to know if his little sister wanted this.
"Yes, big brother!" She whined loudly. A stiff knock on the wall from Mrs. Durand, reminded them of the paper-thin walls. Both hoped she didn't hear that, but neither cared at the moment.
Avery's eyes were wide with passion, as she felt her brother's tall frame dominate her. The rough, camouflage fabric rubbed against her sensitive nipples.
"Fine then, sister-- I'll give you it all." He took a small step back to look down at Avery lying across the table. Her petite body was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"This will vex me-- this taste will give me a craving I won't be able to satisfy." He unbuttoned his camo fatigues, throwing it to join her white blouse on the floor. Wearing only a tight undershirt that hugged his muscular chest, he came between his sister's legs and pulled on her hips to bring her close.
"Jaxy--"
Her squeaky voice always tugged on his heart. And now, as they prepared to join their flesh, it felt like she had the full grip.
"I'll always be yours-- just come back to me." She smiled warmly, her eyes teary, as their parting neared. The only solace she had now, was that they would come closer first.
Jax leaned over and brought his lips to hers. Brother and sister shared the wet warmth of each other's lips for a time. This, while Jax's manhood drew glistening trails of pre-cum along her stomach.
"Avery-- have you even ever...?" He stood up straight, cock at attention, looking down at how wet his sister's pussy had become.
Avery simply shook her head no.
Jax took a deep breath. His sister's virtue was a memento he would take away with him.
"Okay. I want you to take deep breaths then." Jax took his thick cock in hand, while simultaneously pushing his sister's thighs open.
Avery was obedient, spreading her legs wide for Jax, as she took long, nervous breaths. She peeked at Jax's cock between her legs, and only then realized just how big he was compared to her. Despite having sucked him, she didn't truly appreciate his girth until he brought the tip of it to her lower lips, parting them with a brushing motion up and down. The lewd contact between their parts made her whine like a slut. Jax's heart felt like it would explode at that very moment, as he prepared to deflower his sister.
"Jaxy-- you're big. Be gentle." She opened one eye to see him, as she bit her lip in anticipation.
Jax was half-chuffed at the compliment his sister had given, but felt a bit guilty about how much he may hurt her in the process. Taking his hand, he explored her vagina and spread her lips; looking down, he admired how small her cute hole was.
"Okay, Avery. Ready?" He leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Avery, her eyes closed, nodded. She could feel his cock at her entrance.
Jax took his deep breath, finding her tight hole and pushing his thick rod into it.
"Eeeeyyaaa!" She exclaimed as he opened her up. He had not even found her hymen yet, and she was writhing beneath him. Of course, he was stretching her pretty significantly, and he wondered how long he would last inside her virgin cunt.
"Deep breaths." He pushed in more. Avery brought her hand to her mouth and bit down, as her brother's cock sunk deeper.
Soon, he found the barrier of her purity. His manly tip kissed it, before he backed off some. Looking down at his beautiful sister, he relished just how different she looked to him now. He saw her for the grown woman she was. It was like their relationship had blossomed in a way. He was ashamed that it hadn't bloomed sooner.
"Look at me, Avery."
She dared to open her eyes.
"I love you very--"
"Ahhh!"
Jax had thrust forward and broken her hymen, mid-sentence; glad to have distracted her from the impending invasion.
"...much." He finished the sentence, and was now deeper into his sister.
"Meany." She pouted through harsh gasps.
"Are you okay?" He caressed her cheek as he sat still inside of her. She was wiggling her bottom some to get a wider stance in her legs. But there was only so much pressure she could relieve.
"Yeah... just go slow."
Jax indulged Avery with a gentle push, both of them breathing heavily as the slide down her vagina opened her to new feelings with every millimeter of his cock.
"God, you are so tight..." Jax grunted, having a hard time holding himself back, as his rock-solid cock was strangled by his sister's passage.
"Is that good?" She looked up at him with concern.
"Very good." He smiled, and toyed with her tit. "I am going to come back some and then go back in, okay?"
A deep breath and a nod gave him all the permission he needed. Softly, he pulled himself back, about only half of his cock had been in her. But before too long, lust would take over and he found himself pushing inside of her again, eager to claim more territory inside of her like a good soldier.
"Gahhh! Jaxy, it hurts" She moaned, as he was a bit too eager to push in.
"Sorry. Do you want me to stop?"
"No... keep going; it's getting somewhat better... just slowly."
Feeling slightly guilty, he did his best to push back and forth slowly, for a few rounds. He could feel her vagina getting used to him with each successive pass. As he began to tread deeper, he even heard her moan. She was almost ready to be fucked like a woman.
"I'm going to go faster now, okay?"
"Jaxy!" She grabbed his arm nervously.
"Shhh, don't worry. It will feel good."
He began to pull in and out at a steady pace. She would wince every so often, but less than how much she began to moan.
"It's good?" He smiled.
Avery meekly nodded, still trying to take it all in, literally.
Jax was feeling greedy, wanting to take all of it. As he began to fuck her at a normal pace, he would do so with more depth. Soon, he would work her up to three-quarters of his cock. Her mouth fell open as he filled her, and her moans turned more whorish.
"It's so much, it feels like I'm filled to the brim!" She said all in one breath, as her head arched backward with a loud groan.
Jax instinctively covered her mouth.
"You've got to be quiet sis." He nodded towards the paper-thin wall adjoined to Mrs. Durand's apartment.
Avery looked mortified; she had almost forgotten. She made a concerted effort to stifle her moans at that point, even biting her hand when it got too much.
"Besides, I have more for you. You'll be surprised how much you can take."
"It's too much Jaxy!" She whined, as he pushed deeper. She could almost feel it in her stomach as he pressed against her.
"Shhh, just wait." He brought a thrust back much harder this time. A loud yelp from Avery echoed around the room as she grabbed her mouth.
He was kissing her womb at this point, with just half an inch of his cock left, he had found his sister's limit.
"Now..." Jax felt a strong lust. He had opened his sister up. And it was time she got a proper fucking.
Avery saw it in his eyes, biting her hand as he began to lay into her. His thrusts came fast, deep, and with a hard smack against her small thighs. He was railing her with a boyish excitement, as she began to moan loudly through the teeth marks on her hand. As he fucked her for his pleasure, he would lean over and take a taste of her breasts, Avery arching her back at the dual feeling of being fucked and fondled.
The rickety old table he laid her on began to shake as he fucked her. Both had forgotten any concerns over noise by this time. It couldn't be helped. All the sounds of the dystopian world outside had faded away. Only their lust remained in the air.
Avery was moaning sultrily, as Jax growled with each kiss he gave her womb. There was a carnal hunger to fill her tight hole with seed, one that was intensified by her wild sexual singing.
Jax could tell she was on the precipice. Her cunt had begun to warm around him, and at any time, he would usher in her first orgasm. She had gotten to this point fairly easily, perhaps because of her inexperience. But there was something she needed to push her over the edge.
"Jaxy... ahhh!" She moaned his name.
Jax was holding her small waist as he fucked her; hearing his name, he looked up into her eyes.
"Hit me" She said, with a serious expression.
"What?!" He slowed his fucking.
"Like you did-- ahhhehhh-- when I bit your hand-- ohhhaahh! Hit me!"
He couldn't believe how deadly serious she looked about it. Thinking back, she did dive right onto his cock after the last slap.
"Do it." She grunted as she took his length in an aggressive thrust.
Jax brought his hand up as he fucked her. Looking down at her cute face, he grimaced-- yet, felt so much power.
"Eeeeeyah!" The smack landed dead center of her cheek, reddening his sister's soft flesh.
At the same time, her wet cunt constricted around him. The stiff feeling of her climax rumbled up her body, as the jolt he had sent through his hand turned into a release of pleasure for his sister. She trembled where she lay on the table. Her back arched as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. She held the spot on her face where he had slapped her, melting around him as each successive rumble constricted his cock.
"Oh god." She whispered as her body went limp on the table. Her hands traveled around her naked body aimlessly, as she drifted off into another plane of existence. All the while, Jax was doing his best to still fuck her. The tightening of her pussy didn't make it easy to thrust at all.
"I love you." She smiled as her pupils contracted and constricted. She stared at the ceiling, but he knew she was talking to him. It was always him she loved, and it was always her he loved. It just took this moment to break it all free.
"I love you too, sweet sister." He could feel the end nearing. As she began to hum along with his more selfish movements inside of her, she knew he was about to drop his load.
Jax grunted, he couldn't hold it. Kissing her cervix, he thought for a second what sort of parting gift he would be giving her. Girls got pregnant on the streets of the capital all the time. At least she wouldn't be lonely if he gave her as much.
But better judgment prevailed at that moment. Quickly, he pulled himself out with a wet plop. And no sooner did he spew a white-hot stream of cum across her thighs, cunt, stomach, and even as far as her face. He stood there for several moments, unloading on her. It was an amount he never felt possible that his sister had extracted from him.
Avery seemed slightly disappointed to have not gotten his seed deep inside of her. But the warm, gooey feeling of being covered in his cum was a new erotic pleasure she seemed to enjoy.
"Sorry, sis." He saw her pout as she wiped a glob of cum from her nose with her finger.
"I couldn't do that... you have a life to make for yourself now." He nodded to her green identification card, as he caught his breath.
"A life I want you to be a part of." She admired the thick consistency of his cum on her finger. Her innocent curiousness even made her go so far as to taste it.
"It's salty." Avery smacked her lips, as a dribble beaded along them.
Still out of breath, Jax took a step back and looked down at her. Her womanhood was coated with his sperm, and her stomach featured a pool of it. It was a sight he was burning into his memory, something that truly would vex him until the next time they met.
"We will be a part of each other's life." He wiped his cock on her thigh. She bit her lip sensually in response. He was making her feel like such a dirty slut, something Avery's persona had never exuded in her life.
"But what if..."
"Don't."
"But what if!"
"I am coming back to you. I won't be gone forever. I promise that." Jax began to get dressed, as his sister simply lay coated in their fluids.
"You can't promise that." She sat up, cum running down her stomach, across her cunt, and to the floor. Her eyes were welling up again.
"Avery." He came to her, held her head in both his hands, and looked deep into her eyes.
"I am coming back to you."
Her eyes didn't trust it. "Will you give it to me, next time?"
She put a hand on her tummy, some stickiness still there, as she envisioned a baby in her womb.
Jax buttoned up his camouflage fatigues and found his cover. Merely minutes ago, they were just brother and sister, and now after taking his sister's virtue he was faced with a begging Avery eager to have him fertilize her.
"I uh... Avery, I'm your brother... this..." he pointed to her lewd state. "... is one thing, but getting you pregnant?" His voice cracked with bewilderment that his sister would want such a thing.
"Next time." Avery stood up, her body glistening with the product of their lovemaking.
"Huh?"
"Next time, we will talk about it." It was like his sister had come to some sort of terms within herself. He was talking to a fully grown Avery now.
"I have known for a long time, that I've wanted you." She stood before him naked and unashamed, as she admitted a long-time lust for her sibling.
"I know you didn't know you shared that feeling until earlier. But I knew you did."
"Avery..." Jax ran his fingers through her beautiful blonde hair.
"But once you were inside of me, I saw it on your face." She fidgeted with her naked sides as she defiantly stood before him. "Every bit of me you took for yourself, you hungered for it. You wanted to take everything I could give. I saw it in your eyes."
Jax stood silent, he knew she was right.
"So... while you're gone, every time you're vexed about me-- think about what you didn't claim." She looked resolute before him. More so than her frail demeanor had ever portrayed.
Avery's words stirred inside of Jax, like she knew exactly how to entice him.
"You may have gotten every inch of my womanhood, but you didn't get your beloved sister's womb." She placed her hands over her stomach, her stern rebuke piercing Jax.
"Avery I--"
"But!"
"But?"
"Despite all that." Avery stepped closer, inside his envelope of embrace. " Know that your sister loves you, and this womb is yours to claim. If that doesn't vex you, entice you, tempt you-- then I don't know what will. You'll be far away thinking about this, I know it."
She stood on her tiptoes and took his mouth with hers once again, their kisses unending for several minutes.
"Well... you certainly won't be far from my thoughts."
"Good." She melted into him, still feeling the fullness he had brought her pussy, as the stickiness on her body marked her. Jax could tell she was holding back her tears; he, too wanted to let them out in those final moments.
"I love you, Avery."
"And I love you, Jaxy. I am waiting for you... brother... lover." A small glistening rolled over her cheek, as her eyes darkened knowing it was time.
Jax gave her a final kiss on the forehead before grabbing his bag to leave. As he stepped through the door, he took a long look at her naked body; Avery even posing for him to see her and burn the image in his mind. But as soon as the door came to a close, she felt the dreaded loneliness. The only solace was the feeling inside her core that still radiated.
Avery wouldn't re-dress for hours, thinking about those short moments of intimacy, she had shared with Jax.
"Up in the morn', outta the rack
Greeted at dawn with an early attack
Sergeant rushes me off to show but I don't need it anyhow
Hail Hail Infantry Fury of battle follow me
An airborne soldiers life for me
O' nothing in this world is free
from a big bird in the sky All will jump and some will die
Off to battle we will go To live or die, hell I do'n know"
The column of soldiers ran across the wet road, as the wind beat them with its frigid breath. Their boots smacked the pavement, as if it were a pair of moist lips; the wet morning rain drenching them on their morning run as their cadence and echoes kept up despite the conditions.
Jax, in particular, gripped his bullpup rifle close to his chest as his breath tasted of blood. He hated running in the cold like this, nothing worse than the bloody taste in your mouth and your legs locking up. It had been six miles since they stopped, running at a slow pace in full gear was hell on the knees while certainly, their standard-issue boots did not provide much support.
They turned a corner; Jax, second behind the squad leader, as he held his rifle to port and leaned with the turn, as if momentum at such a slow jog meant anything, but it was the mentality that was important. Ahead, the large blacktop of the company mustering area was in sight.
"Compa--"
Their platoon sergeant was cut off by the whirring of two helicopters above as they made for the airfield. Jax managed a smile, as he thought of bolting through the air with his legs off the side of one of those beasts, coming in hot for a raid on an unsuspecting target. Watching the dark silhouettes of the helicopters against the dark-blue night sky, distracted him from his vexed thoughts about his sister.
Close enough to the platoon sergeant who ran to the left of their formation, he could hear the crusty, old NCO muttering under his breath.
"God, fuckin' fly boys, and their god-damned noise."
His head turned to the formation, his tight-cut grey hair that only covered half his scalp shimmering in rainwater.
"Company! Release!" His smoker's lungs bellowed out the command with significant phlegm.
It was then the formation broke, the soldiers of 3rd Platoon, B Company knowing the routine. They had about three-tenths of a mile to the mustering grounds.
Jax was tired, but not of running. He was tired of the short pace, the near-vertical motion his legs had to make to not kick his squad leader in the ass, as he strode out. It did not help that earlier that day, he spent much of his energy beating his meat to the thought of his sister.
With the last amount of energy he had, he jogged for the barracks.
"Not today, Jax." A soldier behind him said, out of breath. It was Kent, a boy who grew up a few blocks over from Jax.
The two, neck and neck, and for no good reason at all, began a race to see who would make it out of the miserable cold first. But about halfway there, Jax fell back, between his exhaustion and preoccupation with his thoughts, he didn't have it in him.
"Aye, you had it." Kent panted and nodded his head. He was surprised at Jax's willingness to relent. "Besides, I'm tired of being bored Friday afternoons now, I don't have a pussy to smack like you do, Jaxy-boy."
Jax furrowed his eyebrows skeptically.
"What, you just look a bit lighter in the sack Jax ol' boy." Kent slapped him on the back with a hearty laugh. It was odd how on the nose his friend was.
"But hey, I can't blame you for that. Wish I could lose some weight in the sack ya know. Say, you have a sister don't ya? The one in the pic you showed us?" Kent said, with a shit-eating grin. "Cause ya know, she comes into town, I call dibs to spend the day... the night... the day... and then the night again with her...oof"
A punch in the gut is all Jax had to answer that with. He still regretted showing his platoon mates a picture of Avery that day, an innocent gesture of trying to show where he was from and what he was about. Unfortunately, with a platoon of hot-headed men, it turned into something else entirely, and sadly, nary a sock was spared that night.
Jax paid no more attention to their banter, as he headed back to the barracks for a shower. But Avery's words were haunting him, just like she said they would. Kent's interest sparked a territoriality inside of him, his thoughts lingering on her unconquered womb.
