Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

The Tyrants' great appetites were their great weaknesses. Mark's lusts drove him to take his younger sister Samantha as a lover in the wake of their father's mur*er. He turned her into another slut. But little did he know she had been prepared as a trap.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Sunday, June 16th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam, Miami, FL

I savored the sun's golden kiss on my skin. I sunned myself on the Miami beach, catching the last rays before the sun sank behind the city. I wore a skimpy bikini, white with pink flowers decorating it. I drank in the warmth, relaxing as I waited for the Prayer of Avvah trigger.

A small part of me felt guilty. By now, Antsy plane should have landed in Seattle. It was only a matter of time before her brother, Mark, fucked her and triggered the Prayer of Avvah. That was why I was in Florida. I traveled out here to imprint Antsy.

When Mark slept with his sister, she would be the only woman he desired. No other person would ever excite him sexually again. Hopefully, it would drive a wedge between Mark and his lover Mary, the other Warlock. That would make it easier for me to defeat them. One Warlock could be hard to fight, but two were almost impossible. Plus, there was the demoness Lilith to consider.

The demoness was the reason I had to use Antsy. She would teach the Warlocks how to guard against the traditional attacks of my order.

I tried to push down the guilt. I knew this was the only way. The Archangel Gabriel had instructed me. But I was serving Antsy up to her brother. She would also be affected by the Prayer, tied to her brother. I was a nun, a Sister of the Order of Mary Magdalene. I was supposed to save people from a Warlock's powers, not give him victims.

But, it was for the greater good. Mark had to be stopped. Every day he wasn't stopped, more innocents were abused by him. It was for the greater good.

If I kept telling myself that, maybe I would actually believe it.

Antsy had left early this morning to catch her plane home to Washington State. She was a wreck. I stayed up with her most of the night as she talked about her father who passed away yesterday. From what I gathered, he wasn't the greatest father, but you couldn't always help who you loved. Before she left, she gave me her original return ticket, promising to have it changed to my name.

I had all day tomorrow, and half of Tuesday to kill before I would fly out to Seattle. Plenty of time for the Bond of Avvah to wreck havoc on the Warlock's lives. So, in the meantime, I decided to relax and enjoy Miami's beaches, because I would be very busy when I returned home to Washington State.

I glanced at the beach. There were plenty of cute guys checking me out. Thanks to the Gift, I looked eighteen and nubile.

Suddenly, a weird feeling trembled through my womb. It was almost like I had climaxed, like my body was remembering the sweet pleasure that an orgasm brought. But there were no muscle contractions, no electricity shooting through my body, and no toe curling pleasure that made me howl with passion.

I smiled, wiggling my hips on the towel. Mark just fucked his sister. The Bond of Avvah had formed between them.

Monday, June 17th, 2013 -- Mary Sullivan, South Hill, WA

I woke up reaching for Mark. Instead, I groped a pair of small breasts.

I eye opened my eyes. Violet's sleeping face swam before me. The eighteen year old looked so peaceful. I struggled to remember why I was in her bed and not mine. I shook sleep from my mind. Another body pressed against my back--not Mark's body.

My fiance didn't have a pair of perky breasts.

I wasn't in our bed. Why? My thoughts were groggy as I struggled to fully wake up. Then it flooded back. Mark wanted to be alone with his sister so they could comfort each other.

Jealous hurt burned in my heart. What had happened yesterday? It was our first night we hadn't shared a bed since Mark made his Pact. And since when did we not share our lovers? I shared my sisters with Mark? Why wouldn't he share Antsy with me?

Was it just his dad's death? Or the excitement of fucking his sister?

I knew how exhilarating it could be. I fucked both my sisters on Friday. But I shared them with Mark. I wasn't being selfish like he was.

Guilt swam through me. There was one lover I hadn't shared with Mark--my friend Alice. I ignored the guilt. Mark had never asked to join us. I would have let him. So why did he push me away from Antsy?

It had to be his dad's death. My fiance just needed a little space to grieve. I had made the Pact with the Devil, selling my soul in exchange for three wishes. One was for Mark and I to love each other forever. So I just needed to let him work this out of his system.

Maybe he was already back to his normal self after a good night's sleep?

Hope blossoming inside me. I wiggled out of bed between Violet and Fiona, my heart thudding. I positively raced out of the bedroom and burst into ours. He wasn't in the room, though the bed was mused and the air reeked of the musk of sex.

"Mark," I called, heading to the little balcony that overlooked the backyard. No Mark.

Frowning, I headed downstairs. Several of the sluts were enjoying scrambled eggs and bacon. "Have you seen Mark?"

"He's out jogging, mi Reina," Desiree answered as she piled more fried eggs on a plate in the kitchen, naked save for her apron--I barely paused to appreciate her nut-brown and curvy ass.

I glanced at the clock. "Still? It's ten. He's usually back by seven."

Mark had a group of naked women he went jogging with every morning except Sunday. Then he would fuck them after their run. It was too early for me and I hated jogging, so I let him have his fun.

Chasity, who sat nursing a cup of coffee, said, "I'll get his twenty, Mistress." Chasity was a cop turned slut by Mark and the head of our bodyguards. She pulled out her Nextel from a holster on her gun belt. She was dressed like a slutty parody of a cop, but the gun and baton hanging on her belt were quite real. "Chasity to all units, can I get a 10-20 on Master?"

"09 to Chasity, Master's at the Rowe residence," 09 reported--our bodyguards went by their identification number. It was so demeaning, it made me so wet when Mark came up with it.

"That is where his jogging sluts meet, right?" I asked.

The Rowe house was next door, owned by Madeleine, a southern divorcee with a nice body. I walked over naked. Mark and I owned the neighborhood. Those we let stay all knew they were ours to enjoy when we wanted.

09 leaned against her cop car out front and smiled when she saw me. She said something, but I was in too much of a hurry. My heart was hammering with excitement and fear as I entered the house. Muffled cries of passion came from upstairs.

I took a deep breath. Mark must have really gotten carried away with his jogging sluts. But that was fine. I could join in on the fun. I walked up the stairs, the cries growing louder and louder. A woman shrieked in pleasure, a man grunted, and bedsprings creaked.

"Ride my cock," Mark's muffled voice came through the wall. He was fucking one of his jogging sluts. "Oh, god, your cunt's the best."

I stopped, Mark's words freezing me in place. Whose cunt was the best? I thought my cunt was. Fear suddenly clenched at my stomach, destroying the hope. My body trembled as I stopped at the bedroom door, my hand on the knob.

I must have heard him wrong. It was through the door. Mark loved me. I need to open the door and join him. We could bang the slut together.

I threw the door open.

It was Antsy riding his cock, her breasts bouncing up and down.

My future sister-in-law had a beautiful figure, her hips writhing as she fucked Mark in reverse cowgirl style. Long, black hair waved about her body as she shook her head in pleasure. Cum stained her tits. How long had they been fucking? All morning? Mark had never shown this much interest in any other woman besides me.

I needed to stop being afraid and get in there. Mark loved me.

Strutting my stuff, I walked as sexily as possible to the bed. Mark's eyes flickered towards me and then went back to watching his sisters ass.

"Hey, hun," I purred. "Is your sister giving you a good fucking?"

"Yeah, she's the best," Mark moaned.

I ignored those hurtful words and slipped onto the bed, rubbing my body against Mark. I kissed him on the lips. He didn't kiss me back. "What's wrong, Mark?"

"Nothing," he moaned. "I'm just having fun with my sister. Isn't she so beautiful?"

"Don't you want to have fun with me?" I asked hopefully.

Mark glanced at me. "I'm sorry, Mary. It's just with dad dead, I'm feeling so close to my sister. You understand, right?"

"I...yeah, I guess." His words stung. "You still love me, right?"

"Yeah," he grunted. "Damn, Antsy, your cunt feel so great. I'm going to cum!"

"Mmm, fill me up, big bro! Fill me with your hot, brotherly cum!" The young woman shook. "I love it."

Antsy slammed down on his cock. Mark grunted, his hands squeezed her hips. His face contorted as he spilled his cum in his sister's cunt. Antsy moaned in delight, her body shuddering, clearly enjoying an orgasm.

"Wow, you are the best, big bro," Antsy purred, sliding off of him. She gave me a hard look as she cuddled against Mark's other side.

Antsy kissed him. Mark kissed her back.

What was going on? Why was Mark pulling away from me?

"We have the appointment in Seattle," I said lamely after he finished kissing his sister. I didn't know what else to say. "Are we still...?"

"Oh, right," Mark sighed, "to buy the land. Yeah, what time do we need to leave."

"A few hours," I said answered. My voice cracked as I fought back tears.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the house, Mary."

Mary, not Mare, his nickname for me. The tears burned hotter. I had to get out of here. I didn't want them to see me crying. I rolled off of the bed. Antsy pressed against Mark, the pair murmuring and laughing.

So intimate.

"I love you, Mark," I said, looking back from the door.

Mark didn't answer. He was kissing his sister again. Antsy pulled him onto her, moaning as he slammed into her pussy.

Antsy's passionate moans followed me as I staggered out of the room. I stumbled down the hall and leaned against the wall. My legs gave out, I slid down the wall to the carpeted floor, and sobbed into my hands.

What had happened to my randy stallion? Why didn't he want his naughty filly? Did I do something wrong?

No, it was the grief. I just had to be patient and supportive. Grief did weird things to people. Mark still loved me. He had to.

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I was glad Mary left. I needed to concentrate on my sister.

She was insatiable. I couldn't get enough of her body as we idled away the day. Thanks to my Pact with the Devil, my cock never went soft. I fucked her in Madelaine's bed over and over. I could never get tired of her delicious body.

She was perfect.

As the hours past, Mary's words drew me from my sister. I didn't want to leave, but I had promised Mary. I didn't understand why that should matter. Antsy was all that was important. I couldn't understand why I even loved Mary.

But there was a part of me that did. Go to Mary, that part whispered. Before it's too late.

I had no idea what it was talking about.

"I need your cock in my ass, big bro," Antsy groaned. "I can't get enough of you, Mark. When did you become so sexy?"

I grinned at my sister. "I became sexy for you. I never realized it, but everything I've done was to have you."

No. You didn't care about Antsy until yesterday. It's Mary that owns your heart.

I kissed my sister. Her tongue swirled through my mouth while her body pressed against me. Her pussy, full of my cum, pressed on my thigh as she humped against me. She moaned as her tongue darted through my mouth.

"Damn, I need that cock in me, big bro. All the time."

Mary needs you.

"Okay, but it's the last time. I have to go to Seattle with Mary."

"Why?" Antsy pouted as she rolled over. "Why do you have to take that bitch anywhere."

"I..." Love her. "I just do. Why don't you go visit Mom while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, okay. I guess I should." She grinned wickedly. "But only after you fuck me one more time."

I laughed as I grabbed my sister's curvy ass. I gave her cheeks a hard squeeze. She purred in delight as I spread them apart. Her asshole, already full of a few blasts of my cum, clenched and relaxed. My dick throbbed, eager to plunder her ass again.

I never could get tired of fucking Antsy.

I mounted her and kissed my little sister on the lips. "Let me hear how much you want my cock in you."

"Oh, so badly, big bro," Antsy moaned as she wiggled beneath me. "You have no idea. I'm such a slut for your thick cock."

"My slut," I grinned as she wiggled beneath me.

"Now fuck me. Pound your little sister's tight ass and make her scream."

My dick throbbed. I couldn't resist such a sweet invitation.

I spread her asscheeks apart. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her tight, puckered sphincter. She groaned as I pushed just the tip in. Shuddering pleasure raced up my dick as my little sister's tight bowels swallowed my cock.

"Oh, that's nice," panted Antsy as she twisted on the bed. "Mmm, yes. That's so good. You know just how to make me feel amazing."

I sank more of my dick into my little sister's ass. "I know," I grinned. "Damn, I could fuck you for eternity."

"Let's do that," Antsy purred. "Screw going to Seattle with that bitch. Stay with me and fuck my sweet ass."

I groaned as her bowels clenched around me. I wanted to stay. "No. I have to go. Stop begging me to stay."

"Yes, Mark," Antsy gasped. I knew she wouldn't ask again. My powers made her my slave.

See, you can't love her. You freed Mary because you truly loved her. This isn't real. Fight it.

Fight what? My overwhelming desire for my little sister. I never would.

My cock pumped in and out of her asshole. Her bowels were tight, gripping my dick. I kissed and sucked at her neck as the bed creaked beneath us. Her bowels gripped my dick. She gasped and shuddered beneath me.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Mark," she groaned. "I love it. I want your cock in me all the time. Make me cum, big bro."

"Little slut," I groaned, my balls slapping into her body as I pounded her tight bowels. "My slutty, little sister."

"Yes," she shuddered, clenching her asshole down around my cock. "Mmm, I'll be your slut every day."

"Good," I growled.

I fucked her harder and harder. I loved the way the bed creaked beneath us. Our flesh slapped together. Our pants and moans mixed. My balls tightened. I could never grow tired of fucking this woman.

Every other woman in the world paled compared to my sister.

My cock slammed hard into her depths. She bucked beneath me. Her asshole writhed about my dick, milking me. She gasped and shuddered as she screamed my name. I savored her orgasm bursting through her.

"Cum in me, big bro," she groaned.

"Yes," I growled, my balls tensing. Her cumming bowels massaged the tip of my dick. Pleasure shot through me. "Take it, whore."

My cock erupted.

The pleasure rushed through me. I savored every last moment of the bliss. I groaned in delight. Her body milked me. My cum squirted into her bowels in three mighty blasts. My pleasure burned hot through me and then I collapsed on my sister.

I wanted to lie in Antsy's embrace forever.

Instead, I forced myself to stand and get ready for the trip to Seattle.

Our Goddess grieved as the special bond she shared with our God grew ever closer to severing. The meddling of the foul Sisters of Mary Magdalene pried at our Gods love. They feared the change the Living Gods would bring to the world, so they tried to destroy them.

--The Gospel of April 22:31-32

Mary Sullivan -- Seattle, WA

Silenced filled the car as Mark and I drove up to Seattle.

I didn't know what to say. I wore the sluttiest dress I had, a slinky black thing that was so low cut, my freckled breasts were about to pop out. The skirt showed off my nice legs and swayed deliciously on my rear as I walked, flashing my bubbly ass that Mark loved so much.

I had hoped that Mark would pay attention to me once he was away from his slutty sister. Antsy had finally gone to see her grieving mom. But it didn't work. Mark didn't grope my ass, kiss me, or try to fuck me the moment he saw me in this dress. I kept wanting to ask Mark what was really going on, but fear held my tongue.

What if he didn't love me any longer? Or find me attractive. What if he'd fallen for his sister?

He had fallen for me that quick. What if he fell out of love with me just as fast?

No, he was just grieving. I just need to suffer through it. He would come around. His obsession with his sister was how his pain manifesting. I needed to be patient with him. I reached out to squeeze his hand as we drove north on I-5, but he drew away.

Hurt burned at my eyes and I looked away, wiping at my tears.

Mark didn't even want a blowjob.

I had never driven with Mark more than a mile without him wanting me to suck his cock. I would pretend that I didn't want to, and he would be all sweet and give me flowery compliments while caressing my body. I would let him think he talked me into it, but I was as eager to blow him as he was to get blown.

Traffic grew bad, but Mark just ordered our escort of bodyguards to use their sirens to clear their way. We arrived at the Realtors barely on time. I clutched my purse as we climbed out. Mark strolled ahead of me, throwing open the door.

He didn't even hold it open for me.

It was like I was invisible to him.

"Let's get this over with," Mark said when he walked in and met the owner of the property.

"Yes, I don't even know why I'm meeting with you," the man said. He was short and wearing a suit.

"You will sell me the property for its market value," Mark commanded. "I'm paying cash. Have your people draw up the paperwork and make it official."

"Of course," the man nodded, a smile crossing his lips.

We had to wait on the paperwork to be prepared so we could sign it. The owner, Mr. Dinopolis, had a beautiful secretary with a great ass. She kept giving me flirty smiles, falling under my spell. My pussy itched. She was just the type of girl Mark would love to fuck to pass the time.

He didn't seem to care.

"Mark," I whispered, trying to draw him out of his funk. "Look at her ass. Why don't we enjoy her together?"

"You just enjoy her, Mary," Mark shrugged. "I'm not in the mood."

Maybe that would be a good idea. A little girly show to get him excited. "Can you help me out with the men?"

"Everyone, don't watch these two women fuck. You don't care." Mark sounded so bored. He didn't care either.

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"Fuck?" the secretary gasped.

"Yes," Mary purred; her voice was so disgusting.

I stared up at the ceiling as Mary and the secretary rolled around on the floor. Mary was so vocal as she and the secretary sixty-nined. It was so obvious that she was trying to get my attention and excite me to sleep with them.

But how could I? Mary and the secretary were both so boring and ugly. Why did I have Antsy go see Mom? She should be here with me. Not Mary. Antsy and I could pass the time. Why did I even need Mary around?

Because you love her.

Did I? I thought I did, but she couldn't hold a candle to Antsy. Even naked and acting out a fantasy every guy should love, I felt nothing for Mary. My cock was soft as two women ate each other cunts only feet away. Only Antsy could excite me.

I was drunk on my little sister. She was the one I needed.

You love Mary. You have to keep trying. You have to break free.

Break free of what? I glanced down at the women. Mary undulated on the secretary's face, her dull-green eyes staring up at me. Her mouth was open, making whorish, filthy sounds. Who wanted a whore for a woman?

Antsy wasn't a whore. She was perfect.

"Yes, yes, make me cum, slut," Mary gasped. "Make me cum while my horny stallion watches. Mmm, look at that ass, Mark. Just fuck her."

I shrugged and looked away.

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Mark didn't watch. I straightened my dress, my face smeared with spicy pussy juices. I sat down next to Mark, putting on my sultriest smile. I leaned in to kiss him and share the slut's flavor with the man I loved. Mark turned and my lips brushed his cheek.

My hurt grew. I slumped in the chair. A few minutes later, Mark and I signed the paperwork. We owned the property to build our mansion on. I hardly felt excited. I followed him back to the car. It was time for our make-up dinner.

I had been excited for tonight when Mark promised to take me out since our date on Saturday was interrupted by his dad's death. Mark felt so bad, which he didn't have to, for it ruining our date, he decided to take me out after the meeting.

That was the sweet, caring guy I loved. So what happened to him? Why was he pushing me away?

No, I had to be patient. It was just grief.

We arrived at Spinnasse, famed for its pasta, for dinner. Mark used his powers and we were quickly seated. Wine was brought and we placed our order for food. I tried to draw his attention to the pretty women that we could enjoy together.

"Look, you could cuckold her husband," I purred. "Huh? Doesn't that sound fun?"

Mark shrugged and picked at his food.

I just had to be patient.

I abandoned trying to use pretty women to draw him out. Clearly, other than with his sister, his sex drive had died. So I tried talking about movies. About books. We both loved to read fantasy, and we could usually talk about our favorite books. But he just twirled his pasta on his fork, not paying attention.

"Tomorrow," I said, trying to make conversation, my voice light. "I need your guest list for our wedding. We need to get the invitations mailed out."

"Maybe we should delay the wedding," Mark said absently.

A cold knife stabbed my heart. I swallowed. "I understand. It's because of your father's death. You have to get his affairs in order, there's the funeral to plan. We can delay. I understand."

He silently chewed his food.

"I'm here for you, Mark," I told him, putting on my most supportive smile. "I know its been difficult for you. I...I get that your sister is helping you, but I can help you, too."

He snorted with laughter; I blinked.

"What, Mark?" I asked as ice flowed through my veins. My stomach clenched in knots. "What's going on in your head. You can tell me anything. I love you."

"I'm not sure I want to marry you," he finally said.

I'm not sure I want to marry you.

The words hit me in the stomach hard. I couldn't breathe. My dress became so tight. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream, a nightmare. I did everything for this man. I loved him with all my heart. I degraded myself, soiled myself. I sold my soul for him.

And now that he has his sister to fuck, he doesn't want me?

"Why?" I asked coldly. The anger roiled in my stomach. What was his problem? What more could I do for him?

"It's..." he swallowed. "You're just not...I don't know how to say it."

"Just say it, Mark," I spat.

"You're just not that attractive," Mark sighed. "I honestly don't know what I saw in you, but you just don't stack up to Antsy."

"I'm not attractive?" I said, flabbergasted. Once, Mark had me stand naked next to buxom Vivian and sultry Cynthia, and I was the one he found the most beautiful. What had happened? Tears brimmed in my eyes.

I ripped open the bodice of my dress; my perky tits spilled out. "These aren't attractive?" I demanded, hefting a breast. I didn't care that an entire restaurant full of people were looking at me, at my tits. Let them look; I was proud of them. They were perfectly shaped, topped with dusky nipples, and covered with freckles.

"No," he said, barely glancing at my tits. "I'm sorry, Mary. I just...I just don't find you pretty."

A hysterical laugh escaped my lips. This could not be happening. This had to be a dream. "You found me pretty yesterday," I shrieked, "when you fucked me in the shower."

The restaurant had gone silent. The maitre d' walked over.

Mark shrugged. "Things change, Mary. You just don't hold a candle to my sister."

His words badly cut my heart; tears ran down my face. Anger roiled inside me. I grabbed my wine glass, splashed it in his face, and stormed out.

What had gone wrong? Everything was going so well. And then Antsy arrived and messed it all up. How could he not find me pretty any longer? This couldn't be happening. Please, let this just be a nightmare. Please.

I stumbled outside, almost hyperventilating with fear and rage.

"Shoot, I left my jacket in the restaurant," a man said to the valet. His beautiful wife was sitting in the passenger seat of an expansive-looking, red sports car. "I'll be right back."

"Hurry up, dear," the wife said. She had a doll's face and raven-black hair. Her black dress was covered in shiny sequins and was cut low to show off her nice pair of tits. Without a thought, I walked to the car and reached for the driver's door.

I slid into the driver seat, and the woman looked at me in surprise and then smiled. What was I doing?

"Am I beautiful?" I heard myself ask the woman, my voice quavering with emotion. I was beautiful, right? I didn't somehow go to bed pretty and wake up ugly?

"Oh." The woman looked me up and down. I stopped holding my torn dress closed, the cloth falling away to expose my breasts. The woman licked her lips and purred, "You're very beautiful."

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked her, rubbing her thigh.

"Hmm," she purred. " I would. God help me, but I would. You're so enchanting."

"Good," I hissed. I was not ugly.

I tore out of the parking lot. Behind us, her husband called out. My hair whipped in the wind as I drove the convertible fast, racing away from the pain. Mark could have his damned sister. I didn't need a man who couldn't see the reality sitting in front of him.

"What are we doing?" the woman asked.

"What's your name, slut?"

"Karmen," she purred, her hips shifting. "Am I...your slut?"

My wish worked on her. She couldn't help falling under my spell. She wanted to fuck me. "Yes. Now where is the nearest sex shop?"

Karmen blushed. "There's one a few blocks away."

"I knew you were a slut," I laughed as I drove the sports car through Seattle.

We reached the sex shop and I boldly walked in, my tits bouncing before me. A few men were in there, browsing the filthy magazines. I ignored them as I marched up to the sex toys. I grabbed the largest strap-on dildo off the rack.

"Hey," the clerk shouted as I strode up. "Put those tits away. Just because we're--"

I threw a wad of hundreds on the counter and strolled out.

"You going to fuck me with that?" Karmen giggled while her large breasts jiggled in her tight dress as I climbed into the car.

"I am, Karmen," I grinned.

Her phone rang. "It's my husband."

"Tell him you're out having fun and you'll be home in a while." I floored the car.

"Hey, honey," she purred. "Listen, I'm out having fun with a girlfriend. I'll be home in a while. With your car. Don't worry."

He didn't sound happy. I didn't care. I was special. I sold my soul to the Devil, just like Mark did. And if he didn't want to appreciate my beauty, then I would find my own ways to have fun. I would fuck this slut until my heart stopped hurting.

I pulled the car into the Rain City Motel. It was a cheap motel. I felt cheap tonight. Cheap and whorish.

"Karmen, go get us a room," I hissed. "Make your husband pay for it."

"You are so wicked." Karmen shuddered. "I can't believe I'm about to be fucked by you. I want it. Damn, this is such a weird night."

"Yeah," I muttered as she climbed out of the car and walked into the managers office.

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The wine stung my eyes. I wiped the liquid off with a cloth napkin. As I blinked the alcohol out of my eyes, Mary stormed off. Stop her, that voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what?

Fight!

I stood up and blinked. Why was I going after Mary? It was for the best that Mary dumped me. I had Antsy now, and Mary needed to move on with her life. She needed to find someone that could stand her ugly body. Hell, there was Alice, her "friend." Somehow that bitch loved Mary. Mary could find happiness with her.

My cock was hard. I needed my sweet, baby sister. It had been hours since we'd last fucked. Far too long.

You need Mary, the voice whispered. Go after her.

I snorted; I didn't need Mary. I need Antsy.

I dropped a hundred on the table and walked out of the restaurant. Outside, a man shouted after a red Ferrari as it tore off up the street. Mary's ugly, auburn hair whipped in the wind from the driver seat. Another woman sat beside her.

I smiled; she had found someone to have fun with. Good for her.

"She's stolen my car," the man complained. "My wife's in there!"

He was fumbling at his phone. "Don't call the police," I told the man. "No one calls the police." It was the least I could do for Mary. We had good times once.

15 ran up, one of the bodyguards that protected me this evening. She saluted and asked, "Do we follow her, sir?"

"No, let her go," I said. "I'm heading home."

"Okay, sir," she nodded.

What possessed me to recruit a bunch of ugly women to be my bodyguards? I may as well have hired a bunch of guys. At least they'd be intimidating.

The valet brought up my Mustang; I slipped him a hundred. What the hell, right? I used to work shitty jobs. They guy was very thankful. I climbed into my Mustang and tore off. I had to get home to my Antsy. My cock needed some relief.

The drive passed swiftly as I sped the entire way, 15 speeding ahead of me, her siren blaring.

I was so happy when I pulled into my driveway. There was Antsy, waiting on the porch, back from her visit with Mom. She was so beautiful. My cock throbbed at the sight of my little sister. I...loved her hot body.

"Mark!" she exclaimed as she raced towards me. "I missed you so much!"

She threw her arms around my neck. I caught her and hugged her lithe body to me.

"Antsy, I need you," I whispered.

Her hand rubbed my hard cock. An arch smile crossed her lips. "Mmm, I know just what my big brother needs."

I sat her down on the grass and pushed up her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. I licked my lips as my eyes feasted on her shaved cunt. The tart and spicy scent of her arousal filled my nose. Her hands unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, stroking me a few times and then guiding me to her hungry hole.

We didn't need foreplay. We were both so horny.

I groaned as I slid into my little sister's cunt. Her tight, hot, wet embrace caressed my cock, shooting bliss to my balls. It was so amazing to be inside my little sister. No cunt ever felt half so good as Antsy's did.

"Mmm, Mark, you feel so good inside me," panted Antsy, her thighs wrapping around my waist. "Your dick's the best. So big, so hard. I love it. Fuck me, big bro. Fuck your little sister! I need to cum."

The sun set as I made love to my sweet Antsy, bathing the lawn in brilliant orange. Our bodies heaved together. My hand slid up her side, groping her round tits beneath her dress. She shuddered and her pussy clenched on my shaft.

"You're the best!" I panted, my balls churning as they slapped into her flesh. "I love your cunt! Oh god, you're so velvety on my cock. I love fucking my baby sister!"

"Yes," grinned Antsy. "Fuck your baby sister's cunt."

Antsy's hips rose to meet mine as we fucked each other harder, faster. Both of us were desperate to cum. We had been too long apart. Never again. We needed to be with each other all the time. My cock needed to be in her sweet cunt, her tight ass, and her sucking mouth.

Her fingers clawed my back, fiery pain that spurred me to fuck her harder and harder. I sucked at her neck, leaving another hickey. Marking my baby sister as mine. Her body shuddered beneath me as her passion built.

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Fuck my naughty cunt, big bro! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! Shit! Shit!"

Her cunt spasmed on my cock, milking my dick. My balls tightened as her pussy milked my shaft. I savored her cumming embrace. I kissed and sucked up to her ear, nibbling and biting as she thrashed beneath me.

"The best," gasped Antsy. "Damn, my big brother is the best fuck."

I grinned as I nipped her ear. My hips fucked her as frantically as possible, every stroke bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. I was so close, grunting as I fucked my baby sister's tight cunt. Antsy shuddered beneath me, her moans filling my ears.

"Cum in me, big bro. I need it. Flood my cunt. I feel so complete when you erupt."

"Yes," I panted and slammed my dick into her.

I went over the edge. The pleasure exploded out my dick, shooting my cum into my little sister's sweet cunt. I captured her lips in a kiss as I spilled my passion inside her hungry pussy. I fucked her one last time, groaning as the last blast of cum filled her.

"I needed that," I whispered into her ear as the pleasure faded.

"Uh-huh, "Antsy sighed, a satisfied smile on her lips. "I love you, big bro."

"I lo..." I loved Mary. My tongue tied itself.

Fight! Don't say it! Fight!

"I lo...love your ass," I managed to say, relief surging through me. Why did I feel relieved? Why couldn't I tell my sister I loved her?

Because you love Mary, the voice whispered.

"Mmm, I love it when you fuck my ass, too," Antsy giggled. "I could use a good ass reaming right now." Antsy rolled over, presenting me with that ass and my cock was more than happy to slide into her tight, velvety hole. I was inside my sister--nothing else matters.

Except Mary, the voice whispered.

Mary Sullivan -- Seattle, WA

Karmen emerged from the manager's office with a key. I climbed out and followed her to a room on the first floor. Anger burned through me as I burst into the motel room. I grabbed Karmen and threw her down on the bed.

"Just lie there, slut," I hissed as I slid out of my ruined dress. I deftly strapped-on the dildo, adjusting the toy so its base pressed on my clit. The woman writhed on the bed. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"Do it," she purred.

I seized the bodice of Karmen's dress and ripped. She gasped in shock. "Get naked before I tear it all off, slut."

"Yes," she moaned, reaching behind her to undo her demi bra cupping her magnificent tits

I ripped her skirt up and found her panties, then yanked them down her thighs. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled. She was so lush. I wanted to pound the shit out of her. I didn't need Mark to have fun.

I could find it all on my own.

"On your hands and knees, slut," I hissed.

"Yes," Karmen moaned, flipping over. "Fuck me like a slut!" Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her. She had a shaved pussy glistening between her thighs. She was wet, her vulva flushed.

The slut wanted my cock.

"Fucking dyke slut!" I shouted as I thrust the dildo into her cunt, the base pressing on my clit. "You goddamn fucking whore!"

I pounded Karmen hard, the dildo rubbing hard against my clit. I fucked her so hard, the pressure on my nub was almost painful. It matched the pain tearing up my heart. Tears ran down my face as I slammed the dildo over and over into her cunt.

Karmen moaned and bucked into my thrusts. Her asscheeks jiggled every time I buried into her filthy cunt. I gripped her hips, my fingernails biting into her flesh. My tits jiggled and bounced as the pleasure screamed through me.

"That's it, you fucking whore," I hissed, screeching at Karmen.

Mark didn't want me. That fucking whore stole him from me. Antsy. What a terrible name.

I grabbed Karmen's black hair, pulling hard as I fucked her. "You're just a slut, right?"

"Yes," gasped Karmen. "Oh, fuck, yes. Your whore. Your dyke slut. You're fucking me so hard. I love it. Pound me."
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