Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"Cory?! Cory?! Open this door?" Zoe and Dayana said urgently as their hands beat on his door.

"Well, I guess it was fun knowing you while it lasted, Cassandra," Cora uttered, watching the fury building in her eyes as he patted her left cheek. "But go on, go tell people, I dare you. You have no proof; you only have your word against ours. You'll just come off as a broken hearted woman, so sad, Zoe's going to be devastated. Fucking bitch?!" he hissed when Cassy had somehow managed to get her right arm free and strike him hard on the area where his spleen once was. The wound might have closed. That didn't mean the pain was gone as he fell to his right in pain.

"You listen here, you little fucking bitch?!" Cassy hissed as she took handfuls of Cory's hair and thrusted her face into his. "You will call me Pixie; you got that, you fucking ass!"

"Fuck off, you fucking lesbo," Cory growled, knowing that would just irk her off even more.

Turning her head when the door of Cory's room burst open. Noting the glares burning into her skin as she noted their anger.

"Cassy, just what the fuck do you think you're doing to my brother?" Zoe asked, holding her arm out to keep Dayana from ripping off Cassy's tits.

"Cory was being difficult in letting me help him get undressed; things got a tad heated," Cassy lied out her ass.

"This true, Cory?" Zoe asked, her eyes darting between the two of them.

In that split second, Cory had a decision to make does he tell the truth and ruin what appeared to be a relationship that was good for his sister. Given how he had seen how Zoe looked at Cassy and the way she spoke about her, or does he go along with Cassy's lie. Picturing the old Looney Tunes' 'angel' and 'demon' on his shoulders. Does he destroy his sister with the truth or save Cassy with a lie? He was so conflicted.

"What? I dressed myself; why couldn't I undress myself, huh?" Cory asked in a challenging tone, peering at Cassy, silently telling her he owned her ass. "Are you afraid I'll no longer need you, Cassandra?" he queried, drawing out her name just to irk the ever-loving piss out of her.

"Cory, as much as you might think, you don't need her now with your hand out of the splint. Cassy is here to help you, so let her help and stop being difficult," Zoe huffed, defending her girlfriend.

Shame flooded Cassy's mind when those words settled onto her shoulders. Her eyes shot towards Cory's face; she could tell he was debating still, to tell the truth. She knew she let her anger, her shock, and disgust of what she saw cloud her judgment. Cassy wasn't thinking of what she would be losing when she stormed into his room. Not until she saw Zoe standing there.

"Yeah, well, at this moment in time, I'd rather have Dayana do it than Cassandra," Cory uttered, smiling wickedly when her head snapped towards him.

"Well then, I think you need to leave then, Cassy, I'll take over," Dayana said, pushing Zoe's arm down. She knew Cory was lying, so did Zoe; they just didn't know why he was lying. She was planning on finding out.

"Bye, Cassandra, do sleep tight and think of what could be and what couldn't be," Cory stated in a cryptic tone as she walked towards the door.

"Okay, Cory..." Her eyes went wide as her brother rolled onto his back, holding his hands over the area of his incision. Noting how he was fighting back the pain. "What happened?!"

"She fucking purposely struck me here?!" Cory hissed angrily.

"Why, why would she do that?"

"Because she fucking knows, was calling me all sorts of names then just outright attacks me for no reason," Cory said through the pain.

"And why didn't you say this?"

"Come on, sis, I'm an ass, not that big of an asshole just to destroy Zoe for a momentary gain. Plus, if I did, it would destroy her; you know what she's like with Cassy," Cory said, looking over when Dayana laid a hand on his thigh.

"I'm surprised you didn't. You would have jumped at the chance to tear Zoe down to tears months ago," Dayana said, smiling down at him when Cory groaned.

"Thought something was going on," Zoe said, standing in the doorway, hearing it all. "Don't worry, Cory, I'll deal with Cassy." Stopping when she turned to head back to her room. "Thanks," brushing her hair behind her ear, feeling her cheeks heating, "for tonight, and taking the high road when I knew it was a lie. Don't worry, Cassy won't bother you again," she uttered before heading back to her room. Where she hoped this wouldn't be the end of the two of them, yet she couldn't overlook the fact that Cassy had purposely attacked her brother and lied about it. "We need to talk," Zoe said, shutting her door, seeing Cassy sinking onto her bed.

"Why, Zoe, did he force you to be with him?!" Cassy asked in a weak voice.

"No. He did not. Cory isn't like that. We went to him willingly; we are his sluts after all," Zoe said, crossing her arms below her breasts, waiting for her to spout off the words she used with Cory. "So not only did you attack my brother, you lied to me about it. Do you even want to be with me?"

"Yes, you know I do, Zoe. But this is wrong?!" Cassy stated, surging to her feet.

"As wrong as you fucking your patient," Zoe shot back. "If it got out, you would never get your nursing degree. No hospital will risk hiring you if they know you have a history of it. Do I make a big fuss about it? No, because that would be wrong; I'm not about to get you into trouble. Yet if you push this, Cassy, I will; believe me, I will. So, I'm going to give you a choice; I want you to think about this all weekend long and Monday if you are here or not I will know your answer. What happens in this house stays in this house; if you can't get past that, then don't bother coming Monday or any other day of the week. We'll manage without your care if that happens," Zoe said, holding back her tears.

"You're choosing your brother..."

"No, see, you're assuming things, Cassandra," Zoe interrupted in a heated tone. "I'm choosing my family, now go home; if you still want to be my girlfriend, you best think of a way to make it up to Cory for the shit you pulled," she said, opening her bedroom door and gesturing for Cassy to leave her home.

"Goodbye, Pixie, nice knowing ya," Cory stated as he leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom when Dayana went to finish getting ready for bed.

"You haven't seen the last of me, Cory; bet on it," Cassy stated with determination before spinning on her heel and walking towards the stairs. All the while, she was fighting back the tears as she heard Zoe's sobs from her room as she neared the ground level.

"Zoe, sorry about Cassy," Cory spoke as he stood in her doorway.

"Just don't, okay," Zoe said, shutting her door in his face. Her heart was breaking, and right then, she just wanted to be alone.

"Well, I tried," Cory said, scratching his head and shrugging his shoulders before walking back to his bedroom.

Cory was in the middle of untying his shoes when he heard a clicking on the doorframe. Lifting and turning his head, there she stood, all sensuous and daring wearing the teddy he had given her. Swallowing hard when he saw the little strip of blonde fur through the front material of her panties she had worn that night. The pinkness of her areolas peeked through the lace that covered her breasts. Her lips were curved into a hungry smile when his eyes fell upon them. Her eyes held a triumphant light to them at the way he was gazing at her.

"I take it my boyfriend approves of how sexy I look, hmm?" Dayana hummed, noting how he was bent over in that frozen position as she sashayed over to him. Watching how Cory smacked his lips as his eyes were captivated by the sway of her hips. Her hand reached down; her touch was light beneath his chin as she lifted his gaze to her face. Making his eyes run over her body as she loomed over him. "So, Cory, am I not beautiful to you?" The corners of her mouth lifted as her smile grew at how Cory nodded when he all but went mute. "Do you want to make love to your girlfriend?" Again, Cory could only nod when his tongue failed to heed his command to utter a word. "Very good, Cory, you should want to make love to me," Dayana purred as her thumb brushed along her brother's cheek, so very happy that she could still that tongue of his. Giggling when Cory shoved his face between her legs. Her fingers weaved through strands of his hair as she ran her hand along the top of his head.

Tossing her head back, moaning to the ceiling as she felt his tongue moving along the seat of her panties. Feeling his hands on her ass, pulling them apart, kneading them as he teased her little kitty.

"Nah-uh, li'l brother," the pad of her finger pressed against Cory's head, pushing it back when he started to pull down her panties, "we must have our adventures first, then my handsome man, then you can taste my pussy all you want," Dayana said in a lustful tone.

For two days, Zoe wallowed in her misery, thinking Cassy had chosen to end their relationship with her. Spending her time in her room with her pillow over her ears, trying not to hear how Dayana was all lovey-dovey with Cory. Her heart just couldn't take it. She knew Dayana tried to bring her out of her funk, and she knew Cory had lied to spare her from what Cassy had done. She did love him for that; it was rather sweet of her brother. Yet, her heart and mind yearned for Cassy. Needed to feel her beside her whenever she woke up or when they were cuddling on the couch.

Zoe leaned on the left armrest of the couch, dressed in her comfortable sweats just so she could mope in peace with her mother taking a day off to spend it with Jairo doing what; Zoe wasn't listening when her mother told them before they left that morning. Dayana had already left for her morning classes while she was skipping them.

"Okay, this is going to be weird to say, but there are other women out there, you know," Cory said, walking in with his morning cup of coffee.

"Says the man who has a girlfriend," Zoe pouted, leaning on her hand, not really paying attention to the TV.

"Would it make you feel better if I broke up with her?" Cory offered. "You know, misery loving company, and all that," he stated, rolling his hand as he took a sip.

"No," Zoe mused, turning her head to hide her smile. "You can't do that to Dayana, but thank you, where's mine?" she asked, her foot lightly nudging her brother's left leg. "You're supposed to take care of me when I'm hurting," Zoe stated, giving her brother that puppy dog stare. "I want the special cream in mine," she called after him.

"Then you're just going to have to milk it yourself..." Cory stopped in his tracks when a knock came upon the front door. Seeing Zoe peering over the back of the couch as he walked around it. Shaking his head when she asked if he had anything being delivered. "What are you doing here?" Cory asked once he had opened the door. "Are you going for the old gumshoe look?" His eyes ran down the midthigh waistcoat Cassy was wrapped in as she stood on his stoop. Hearing his sister scrambling to her feet and racing to the front door. "I'll just see myself out," he said when Zoe took over his spot.

"Cory, wait?!" Cassy spoke out before he re-entered the living room for his mug.

"Why are you here, Cassy?" Zoe asked with hope in her voice.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted, Zoe, it's just... it's not natural." Not enjoying the evil grin on Cory's face.

"Nor is my cock, but I'm not complaining," Cory uttered in his mind.

"Nor is your parents being swingers, but you don't see me bringing that up in your face now, do you?" Zoe huffed, crossing her arms. "Yes, Cory, I know all about Mom and Dad," she said from over her shoulder before Cory could speak. "Yes, Dayana knows about them too," she quickly added.

"You're such a killjoy, you know," Cory groaned.

"So, if you have something to say, Cassy, say it; otherwise, it would be best that I don't see you anymore," Zoe said, trying to be strong, trying not to let her tears show as she reached for the door.

"Baby," Cassy uttered in a soft tone reaching out for Zoe's hand that rested on the doorknob. "I am so, so sorry for blowing up like that; it just overwhelmed me with how he and Dayana were like at the party."

"And? What?"

"I promise, I won't make a fuss out of it, ever again, I swear to you, Zoe. I missed you terribly," Cassy said with a trembling voice, brushing her thumb along the back of Zoe's hand.

"Then why did you wait so long?!" Zoe asked, her voice breaking as she did.

"Because I thought you didn't want to see me right then, you know how much I cried the past two days..." Cory rolled his eyes and wandered into the living room. He could tell it was just going to get mushy from here on in. Ignoring how the two of them were making out in the open doorway and headed up to his room.

Cory was lounging in his desk chair, treating that cup of coffee like it was his crack, which in truth, it was, savoring how the taste of it played along his tongue, wondering what he was going to do today, now, since he didn't have to babysit his mopey sister. Knowing that somewhere around Sunday or Monday, if Greg started on the car that Friday, he should be picking it up by then. Flexing his hand, praying that there were no setbacks, he was not about to let anyone else drive his car before he could. That was just so wrong in his mind, picturing what it would be like behind the wheel, doing 80 down I-85, the wind howling in the windows. His radio blaring out his songs, the engine humming along as he drove to nowhere in particular. The smiles of his friends before they all jetted off to the far corners of the country when they would cruise around in his car. A flood of sadness bombarded his heart, knowing he would indeed be alone when all his close friends would be a thousand miles away. Pondering what life would have in store for him when he would be facing college life all on his own.

"Cory, I told you to wait," Cassy said, appearing in Cory's doorway.

"Why should I have? Last time I saw you, you attacked me; you seem to think I was just going to wait around for another round," Cory said, spinning towards her. His eyes glanced over her shoulder, seeing Zoe standing there. "What do you want, Cassandra?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I told you, it's Pixie!" Cassy growled as she stomped into his room. She couldn't help it. She loved that name when he spoke it and only when he spoke it. It was their form of affection for one another due to the odd nature of their friendship.

"Yeah, see, that was before you went off calling me all those names and striking me," Cory stated, setting aside his coffee cup so it wouldn't get spilled or broken if Cassy tried something. "I think that would kill any kind of friendship we have," he said coldly, leaning on his right hand.

"Cory, do me this favor and just listen to her without the sly remarks, alright," Zoe said, stepping into his room and shutting his door. She was not about to let her parents see what was about to happen. "I promise you'll like what she has to say."

"That so?" Arching an eyebrow when he noted how Zoe was taking off her shirt. It seemed rather odd to him, given Cassy's blow-up Friday night.

"Cory, I can't apologize enough for what I did and said to you. What I saw that night just shocked me to the core. Thinking you were abusing your sister to act that way towards you. Thought I had to make you stop..." Seeing how Cory wasn't moved by her words. "Zoe gave me a choice, and if I chose to still be with her, then I had to make it up to you," Cassy stated, cutting to the chase given how Cory wasn't swayed by her words.

"Go on, I'm waiting; how exactly are you going to make it up to me?" Cory asked, rolling his left hand, ignoring how Zoe had taken off her bra and was currently pushing her sweat pants down.

"Zoe said she was your slut..."

"She is, what of it?" Cory interrupted.

"I've known for some time that she's been sleeping with a man. I just didn't know who. I had hoped that she was being careful whenever she did. I didn't want her to catch something from some strange. Yet now, now that I know that it's you that's been fucking her, I can take solace in the fact that I know she isn't going to catch some disease from some random guy off the streets. Also, I kind of benefit from it as well." Watching how his right eyebrow rose when she said that. "I'm in love with your sister..."

"Isn't that something you should tell her and not me?" Cory asked, interrupting once again.

"I have; these last two days have shown me how lonesome I would be without Zoe in my life. How miserable I would be just seeing her on campus or around town." Seeing how Cory was growing bored the longer, she went on. "So I've come to the conclusion that I will be your slut as well."

"And who said I want you as my slut?" Cory shot back, clearly taking her by surprise.

"I did, Cory," Zoe said, appearing over Cassy's right shoulder.

"And why did you tell her such a thing?"

"Because we both know you like her, you're just being confrontational to Cassy to keep yourself at a distance. Now that you're with Dayana, you're distancing yourself even further. That's all well and good, yet... even Dayana has told you, you may continue to fuck your sluts. And the two of you were together before you and Dayana officially started dating," Zoe said, resting her chin on Cassy's shoulder.

"And why are you doing this?" Cory asked, staring right at his sister.

"Well, I am your slut, Cory," flashing him a coy smile, "you have fucked me senseless multiple times. Plus, wouldn't you love having Cassy and me at the same time, hmm?" Zoe hummed as her hands slid along Cassy's waist. Slyly pulling on the ends of Cassy's belt that held her coat closed. Noting how Cory's eyes instinctively moved down her exposed skin when the jacket opened to its natural position, knowing Cassy was keeping her hands in front of her pussy while the jacket lightly rested on her shoulders. Her fingers hooked along the collar of it and gently pulled it off her shoulders. "Cory, are you really saying you wouldn't like to have both of us?" Zoe cooed as she cradled Cassy's breasts. Rolling them in her hands to entice Cory into the mood. "Don't you want to make us scream and beg for that cock?"

"Why are you doing this, Zoe?" Cory asked, fighting against his body, looking at his sister, ignoring the display.

"Because, Cory, you were the first man I've been with in two years. I might have slept with a lot of women but I've only ever been with four men before you. Those men I knew for years before I felt comfortable with them. You're like Zoe to me; on some level, we click, yet you, you know, are a guy. I know I said I don't date men, and I knew that put up your walls when I did. Nonetheless, you were the first in a very long time to call me out on my shit that wasn't related to me in some way," Cassy said, speaking up, answering for Zoe.

"And the reason you attacked me is why? Because in some twisted version in your head, I was abusing Zoe? Does she look abused or coerced into riding my cock? Do I look like the kind of man that would do that?" Cory asked with a pointed look.

"I like you, okay?!" Cassy blurted out.

"Come again?" Cory uttered.

"I like you more than I should, yet I chose Zoe, and you were pulling away from me. Why I wanted to keep you single. I thought if you were single, you could still be mine even if you didn't know it. I'll admit I got a little jealous of you being with someone else, even if it was your sister. I'm sorry I went off the deep end; it's one of the reasons I get upset when you don't call me Pixie," a deep blush rushed to her cheeks as she dropped her chin to her chest, "it's the name you gave me, made me feel special," Cassy said, getting a little shy. "Made me feel like we had our own little secret relationship going on," removing her hands that were covering her mons Venus, showing off the two day old tattoo she had gotten that said: 'Dragon's Hold' in neat cursive writing, clearly telling him her pussy was his now since she has come to accept being his slut in order for Zoe to forgive her. "I know it was presumptuous of me to get it, yet I would do anything to be with Zoe. That might sound harsh after what I said, I don't mean it like that, Cory. It's just..." Her tongue stilled as he held up his hand.

"I don't need the Lifetime movie emotions; it doesn't suit you, Pixie," Cory stated, a little weirded out by how those deep glacial blue eyes of hers lustered when he called her that.

"Will you kiss it, Cory?" Cassy asked, stepping closer to him. It hurt like hell getting it there, and she knew she was going to have to keep it shaven just so Cory could see that her pussy was his property now. Noting how he spread his legs, allowing her to enter their cone of influence.

"Did it hurt?" Cory asked, glancing up at her seeing how red the skin still was around the area of the tattoo.

"Mmmhmm," Cassy nodded. "Not the tattoo itself; I have some of that ointment on it so it would heal faster," she said in a small, cute voice. Feeling her skin heat as his lips graced her body just above the tattoo.

"Now kiss her pussy Cory; she's been dying for you to do it," Zoe stated from behind Cassy.

"You didn't have to tell him that?!" Cassy intoned from over her shoulder. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt Cory's tongue dragging along her vulva, shuddering violently when he moved his tongue side to side along the piercing she had gotten over a week ago. Her hand instinctively shot out, taking hold of Cory's head, holding him against her sex as he tasted her womanhood.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you baby?" Zoe purred into Cassy's right ear as she playfully tweaked her nipple. She knew full well what to do to get Cassy's body humming as her fingers played with the bar that was in her nipple.

"Zoe?!" Cassy cried out as she came hard on Cory's tongue.

"What is it, baby, don't tell me you've already succumbed to the dragon?" Zoe asked, getting into the fantasy war her brother and Cassy had going on. At first, she thought it was stupid and silly, yet she could see how it brought out something in her brother she hadn't seen in five years.

"N-never?!" Cassy stammered; her heart raced as she noted how his shorts moved as his cock flexed.

"Oh, we all know I've tamed the Pixie Queen," Cory stated, leaning back in his chair.

"You have not?!" Cassy retorted in a challenging taunt.

"Oh?" Noting the hunger in Cassy's eyes when he pulled his cock out. "Then why are you drooling if I haven't already won?" Cory asked in a cocky tone, giving his rod a few strokes. Noticing how Zoe placed her hands on Cassy's shoulders and pushed her to her knees.

"Suck it, Cassy, suck my brother's cock like you've been dying to do," Zoe directed, shooting her brother a smirk as she stood over her girlfriend.

"You first?!" Cassy retorted, bending her head back to peer up at her. She had to know if they actually did that. So far, all she's seen was inappropriate touching between siblings and nothing more.

"Oh, does my girl want to watch as I polish his knob?" Zoe asked, staring into Cassy's eyes.

"Mmmhmm," Cassy hummed.

"Stand up, Cory," Zoe said, moving to kneel beside her girlfriend, who pulled his shorts down as Cory rose from his seat.

"This is what you want, isn't it, slut?" Cory asked in a tone Zoe had hoped he would never use again as he rubbed his over twelve-inch cock along the length of Cassy's face.

"Yes," Cassy said breathlessly as her eyes went cross-eyed as his thick root rubbed along her face, marking her in its scent.

"Give it here, Cory," Zoe said in a lustful tone as her mouth watered at the prospect of having it back within the warmth of her mouth. Glancing out of the corner of her eye as Cassy's eyes went wide when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Her mint green eyes stared up at her brother as she took him as deep as she could. Watching how his eyes fluttered when she rolled her tongue around his mushroom top before gently sucking on it. The cock ring she had bought for when she was with him fell from her grasp as she lost herself as her head bobbed rapidly along his length. Noting how Cory shuddered when she ran the flat of her tongue along the meatus of his crown before it left her lips. "So, do you want to suck on this dragon?" Zoe asked, holding out her brother's cock towards Cassy. Who eyelids were rapidly blinking as her mind came out of her stupor, having just watched her first incestuous act.

However, her stupefaction was short-lived as Cassy didn't waste a second in swallowing Cory's root. Her hand reached out, cradling his balls as she applied all her skill in sucking him off. As much as she did like Cory in that sense, she loved Zoe more. She knew that had hurt him when she told him that sex was all there would be between them. She never wanted to. Yet, that was always the risk of turning down another's affections. Nevertheless, she was just so fucking pleased that she could still ride his cock to her heart's content. No one could ever match it, and she wasn't even going to try looking for another. She doubted if she did, then they wouldn't be as accepting of her situation as Cory was.

"You want that cock stretching you out as it pounds your pussy, don't you, slut?" Cory asked, wondering how long she was going to put up with that name. He didn't take her for being called such names even in the bedroom. He was so going to have a blast with it while it lasted. "You know I was halfway tempted Friday in facefucking you when I had you pinned." Noting how those deep glacial blue eyes of hers bored into him as he said those words. "Oh, you like that idea, huh? Well then, let's try it out, shall we?" Cory spoke, placing his right hand on top of Cassy's head, and started to thrust his hips, hearing her gagging on his cock as he fucked her face.

"Cory, not so rough," Zoe warned when she placed her hand on his left hip just below where his staples stopped. "I know you want to get back at her, but bruising her throat isn't the way, alright?" she uttered in a soft tone.

"I'm not the one making her gag Zoe; that's all her," Cory stated, nodding down to Cassy. He had stopped when he hit the back of her throat; Cassy was the one pushing her limits. Watching how a long string of saliva trailed after her when Cassy came up for air.

"Cassy?!" Zoe stared at her girlfriend, wondering what she was up to.

"What? I've been practicing on a rubber dildo; I want to deepthroat this thing?!" Cassy stated in determination as she peered over at Zoe.

"That so," Zoe mused, reaching out and grasping her brother's rod below Cassy's hand.

"Mmmhmm, don't you just want to know what this thing feels like stretching out your throat?" Cassy asked as they both began to jack Cory off together.

"No," shaking her head, "this is about as freaky as I get, Cassy," Zoe answered, smiling at her, knowing they were blatantly ignoring Cory as they chatted away.

"You know if you two would rather chat than fuck, you have a room for that," Cory spoke, cutting in.

"What are you going to do, Cory? Are you going to spank this big, hard cock on my pretty little pussy?" Zoe asked in a taunting voice as she peered up at him.

"I'll do more than that, Zoe," Cory uttered in a confident tone.

"You sure?" Zoe taunted as she picked her cock ring off the floor. "Because I want to be so fucking wet I'd fill a swimming pool!"

"Then get on the bed," Cory ordered, nodding over to it. Watching how his sister slid the ring onto his pole and down its length until she got to the point where she just couldn't take any more of his dragon. He personally wasn't trying to cause his sister pain after sex; he wasn't a sadist. Noticing how Zoe took hold of Cassy's hand and led her towards his bed.

"Cory, come fuck your sluts," Zoe stated with their asses pointed at him as they knelt on the edge of his bed.

"Her first, Cory, I want to see how my girl is with that thing deep inside of her," Cassy said before burying her face into his mattress when he toyed with her clit ring.

"So you want to see how much of a slut she gets like when I'm fucking her, huh?" Cory asked, noticing how wet Cassy was getting as he continued his teasing. Seeing her nodding against his bed, unable to voice her words without moaning to the high heavens.

"I think I should stick it in here, Zoe, don't you?" Cory asked when he slapped his cock against her starfish.

"Don't you dare! That thing will destroy my ass!"

"That's kind of the point..." Watching how Zoe was clenching her asshole tightly to keep him from violating her ass. Listening to his sister moan as he eased into her cunt. Feeling her folds just clamping down on his shaft as he inched deeper into her heat. Feeling her pussy tightening when he slapped her ass. Shaking his hand, reminding himself not to do that again for a while. Smirking evilly when his sister squealed as he inserted his thumb into her ass.

"No ass play, Cory!" Cory noted the look Cassy was giving her like she knew something he didn't. He had the suspicion that his sister liked having her starfish toyed with. "No!" Zoe screamed out when he inserted his other thumb and began to stretch her asshole out. Looking down, watching how her pussy instantly creamed his cock.

"Ah, That's why you didn't want me to play with it; you love having your ass played with, don't ya, slut?" Cory spoke in that confident tone he had grown into. "Yeah, you do; just look how much you're creaming my cock with me just playing with the hole."

"Shut up?!" Zoe retorted weakly.

"I wonder what would happen if I had a dildo at this very moment," Cory mused, hearing how wet Zoe was getting. "Look at you getting all nice and wet at the idea. I might have to get one just to fuck you in the ass with it. I bet you love being DPed. I bet you, you howl when Cassy does it," he taunted, seeing Cassy nodding along.

"Don't tell him?!" Zoe groaned when she saw Cassy's nod.

"Cory, she's cum twice already?! I need it!" Cassy stated, wiggling her ass at him.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, come fuck this Pixie," Cassy said in a lustful tone. "So I can show you why I've tamed the dragon," she stated in a challenging voice.

"You think you've tamed this dragon, huh?" Cory mused, feeling his sister's cunt gripping him tightly, trying to pull him back into her as he slid his cock out of her wet hole.

"Of course, I have; why else am I the Pixie Queen," her body shuddered when Cory ran two of his fingers along her slit, teasing her clit, "fuck?!" Cassy hissed as his crown began its plunge into her core.

"Oh, here I thought you said you had me tamed," Cory gloated, noting the death grip her cunt had on his cock.

"I do, I'll show you," Cassy growled in determination as she thrusted back down to the cock ring. Her teeth tugged on his comforter; her hands balled around it as she fought from cumming as her walls were stretched to the max. Her thighs quaked as she felt his withdrawal. Her eyes quivered and watered when he slammed his point home. Knowing he was a fraction of an inch of bottoming out in her pussy. When they first had sex took her days for her cervix to stop hurting. Not that she didn't love feeling him pounding it, just not the pain afterwards, hence why she had bought a cock ring for his beast.

"Yeah, and who's tamed, hmm?" Cory gloated as he started to increase his pace.

"Fucking bastard?!" Cassy howled when Cory leaned forward and toyed with her nipple ring; he knew full well how that would just send her over the edge. The way his balls were hitting her clit ring was already driving her pussy crazy.

"Who knew Pixies had such a mouth on them, or is it just when I do this?" Cory asked, listening to her squeal and the thumping of her shins on his bed when he thrusted hard into her.

"That's it, Cory, fuck my baby good!" Zoe encouraged him.

Cory was covered in sweat, panting hard as he stood over Zoe and Cassy. His hand stroking his cock, watching his hot jizz just shooting out, coating them in his white goo. "Yeah, there's my bukkaki sluts all nice and covered," Cory gloated, panting, eyeing how his cum dripped off their faces. "So, the Queen is tamed, and all it took was to make her squeal."

"Not on your life, Cory!" Cassy roared her challenge, so prolonging their little fantasy war. "First, we'll clean ourselves up, then I'll give you your bath, alright?" Feeling herself being lulled into a trance as her eyes followed the swing of Cory's cock.

"Stop it, Cory," Zoe huffed, slapping Cassy's arm, snapping her out of it. "You shouldn't toy with my girlfriend like that; it's not nice."

"Whoever said I was nice?" Cory shot back. His eyes falling on his sister's and Cassy's asses as they walked towards his door. Turning his head when he heard his phone buzzing as a text came in. Picking it up, a smile formed on his lips at what Mike had sent him. Wondering if his parents would float him the three hundred Mike's boss had estimated it would cost to put the alarm in his Mustang.

Thursday, Dr. Whitmore's examining room...

"Now, just lie still, Cory, this shouldn't hurt too much; if you feel anything other than mild discomfort, tell me at once," Dr. Whitmore spoke as she stood at the examining tables side with the staple remover in her hand.

"Sure thing, doc," Cory nodded; he was so damn eager to get the things out of him.

"If it hasn't closed enough to ensure it remains closed on its own, I'll have to stitch up the areas that aren't, but the staples must come out today," Dr. Whitmore stated, knowing if they were left in any longer, he would begin to scar badly if he already hasn't had one formed due to the length of time. Blowing out a breath, she was holding when the laceration was staying closed when the seventh staple fell into the red biohazard box. Sending a silent prayer to the ceiling when she had reached his navel and it still remained closed. Knowing the massive hand cramp, she would have if she had to stitch up that large of a wound. Quickly wiping up the small bits of blood that beaded on his skin due to the removal of the staples. Pressing her lips together, noting no matter what they did, he was going to have a scar, a very noticeable scar. Walking around the table, she almost did a double-take when she noted the outline of his manhood against the inside of his pant leg. Shaking it off, thinking she was seeing things as she set to remove the staples from the left side of his chest.

Still, as she worked, her eyes would glance over and knew it wasn't a trick of the light. That was Cory's true manhood she was slyly gazing at. Wondering just how big he truly was to cause such an impression in the denim of his jeans. "Seems your body is finally cooperating with you," Dr. Whitmore said with a warm smile on her lips. Lightly running her fingers down the edge of the wound to ensure there was no lasting infection they failed to catch. Her eyes glanced to her left, noting the slight movement in his jeans when she did. Inspecting the wound where his spleen once was, pondering if they too could come out. "Just give me a minute, Cory; I want to put some liquid skin on the laceration just in case it wants to irk me today," she said, lightly patting his shoulder. Her smile growing at his snort. "Then I'll remove those stitches; you're in the home stretch, Cory; just be a little bit more patience with your body," Dr. Whitmore uttered in a caring tone.

"There we go." The last vestiges of Cory's attack left his body, yet the signs of his battle would forever mar his skin as the last stitch left his body. "Now, just because they're out doesn't mean you can go do everything you used to do; your wounds are still healing, so take it easy for the next month," Dr. Whitmore spoke, seeing Cory nod in understanding. "I just don't want you undoing all the progress you've made so far."

"Hey, I'm all for taking it easy, doc," Cory replied in a chipper tone.

"Ah, that must be your x-rays," Dr. Whitmore said when a knock came upon the door. "Thank you, Susan," she uttered before taking the folder that contained the film from her. "Now, let's see how your hands are doing, shall we." Watching how Cory sat up and how his day nurse helped him into his shirt.

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Whitmore heard the woman ask as she pulled the film out.

"Fantastic! No more bugs crawling under my skin." She heard Cory's sigh of relief.

"Good, I'm happy for you, Cory." Dr. Whitmore didn't understand why she heard the sadness in the woman's voice when she said that. Her eyes moved over the film as she studied the x-rays. His middle finger had healed nicely; there was a slight shadow on the film where the break was, but not enough to require him to go back into the splint. It was the same for his knuckles. Another week more and even she wouldn't be able to tell where the breaks were on either hand, still, with how much his knuckles had healed, there was no point in keeping his fingers immobilized any longer. The vast majority of the injury had been healed, so the cast was no longer a useful bandage. It was time for Cory to start restrengthening his hand.

"Well, Cory, do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Dr. Whitmore asked, peering over at him, keeping a straight face as she did.

"Okay, hit me with the good news," Cory answered, staying himself for the bad news.

"Your hands are healing very nicely. I say another week, and you'll be back to your old habits."

"And the bad news?" Cory asked with dread.

"I'm going to cut off your cast with a saw," Dr. Whitmore said in a diabolical voice. Her smile stretched from ear to ear as Cory just belted out in laughter.

"But seriously," Cory spoke once he could speak clearly.

"No, I'm serious, with a saw," Dr. Whitmore said once again, wiggling her eyebrows as she did.

"You mean...?!"

"Mmmhmm, it's coming off," Dr. Whitmore nodded.

"Yes! Oh, sweet Jebus! Hallelujah!" Cory shouted out in glee with his arms stretched out towards the ceiling.

"But..."

"Take it easy, don't do anything too physical," Cory cut in.

"Well, that too, no, you'll have to start to restrengthen your hand until you're ready to return to school the Monday after next."

"Okay, and how do I do that?" Cory asked, so very eager to get the use of his left hand back.

"You'll have to pick up a rubber stress ball, you can easily find those, but this you can't find anywhere else," Dr. Whitmore stated, opening the right top drawer of the desk and pulling out a thick rubber band. Noting his confusion when he caught it in his right hand. "In order to strengthen your fingers, use that like a resistance band to work your middle and ring finger for thirty minutes a day to recover the strength you lost in them. The ball will help with regaining your grip strength. Now, you two just wait here while I go fetch my saw. I hope you aren't the nervous type, Cory, or there could be blood?!"

"She's joking, right?!" Cory asked, looking over at Cassy.

"No, you need to be very, very still; otherwise, you might lose a finger," Cassy said in a stern tone, playing up Dr. Whitmore's antics. She knew the saw was only designed to cut the cast off; it wouldn't harm him. Nevertheless, that didn't mean she couldn't take delight in the fear she saw in his eyes. "I guess this will be my last day as your nurse," she said in a sad tone.

"You knew this day was coming, Pixie," Cory said, lightly rubbing her left arm.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it, Cory," Cassy pouted.

"Tell you what, you can shower with me if you still feel the need to wash me and my butt crack," Cory spoke with a wide grin on his lips.

"Are you sure the dragon will stay in its slumber when it sees this Pixie naked and wet?" Cassy retorted, knowing it wouldn't, showing him she had tamed his dragon.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that statement," Cory spoke in a regal pose.

"You know she was checking out your cock, right?" Cassy whispered.

"What?! No, she wouldn't do that," Cory said, looking at her like she had lost her mind.

"No, it's true, she was, I saw it," Cassy nodded. Smiling devilishly as she reached forward and started to rub his cock through his jeans. "How about we give her a little show, hmm?" she cooed as she rubbed his member, getting him aroused to the point that Dr. Whitmore couldn't ignore what was in front of her.​