Do I still identify as a woman? Yeah…mostly, I guess. I want tits that will give me back problems, I want an ass that causes distracted driving fatalities, I want lips that were made for sucking, eyes that only beckon, and cheeks flush with color and life, but I also very much like this cock. All those thoughts Jake had, all those dark, disgusting thoughts that have become a part of who I am, all revolve around his precious penis. And now it’s our precious penis. So yeah, I want to be a woman with a dong. I want a cock eight inches up my ass, while I’m balls deep in some pussy. And what do we have here? Some prime, virgin, incestual pussy.
I can feel myself gaining control of Jake’s sleeping body. The nerves are dull now, but every second they become more alert. His breathing becomes my breathing, his heartbeat becomes my heartbeat. I feel the muscles gaining strength between their tendons. I can feel blood rushing through me. Just a little bit more…there it is. Hello, world. Hello, Ally.
“Ally,” I whisper in her ear, “Ally…”
“What?” she groans back, her narrow shoulders shifting sleepily.
“It’s me, Ally; it’s Trish.”
Ally’s body jerks in surprise. Her shoulders pinch together for a moment, and then she whirls around in flurry of blonde hair. She faces me, her face smiling excitedly, her eyes gleaming.
“Holy shit, Trish!” she squeals.
“I’m back.” I smile, but not Jake’s awkward, nervous smile. No, my smile is warm and confident, and full of the wickedness that soaks teenage panties.
“How do you feel?” Ally asks me.
“Honestly?” I chuckle, “Jake’s got morning wood right now, so I’m feeling a little frisky.”
“Oh, my god!” Ally laughs, not at all getting the implication, “Trish, promise me you won’t go to a gay bar. Jake would never forgive me!”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I smile, and shift myself closer to her, “c’mon, Ally; you know about all the thoughts Jake infected me with.”
Ally still holds her smile, but I can see the hint of fear behind her eyes. That’s what I was looking for. Reader, you can thank Jake for having rape fantasies; it’s not my fault this is what gets me off now, it’s his.
“Trish,” Ally whispers, “you need to just…bathe in Jake’s purer brain for a while. Let all those thoughts detoxify.”
“Ally,” I whisper back, “you’re still a virgin, and I’m still a virgin, and we’re not getting any younger.”
“Channing Tatum could’ve said that to me and it wouldn’t work,” Ally laughs, “Trish, this isn’t you; take some time to let yourself return to normal.”
“This is me,” I say with my smile still stretched across my cheeks, but my eyes leveling in a threatening stare, “this will be me forever, Ally. There’s no detoxing your soul; you are who you are, and you are the sum of your experiences. And for the past four years, all of my experiences have been the sickness of Jake’s mind. Ally, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Trish,” Ally smiles back, now her eyes full of threat, “you’ll have a hard time doing that as a quadriplegic.”
I see the telepathic connection between us. I see the line that draws her mind to my own. What’s this thought she’s having? This is interesting: ‘oh my god, please just take me.’ Well, if you insist.
I shoot up from beneath the covers, my body whipping in a feat of athleticism Jake could never have mustered. My cock protrudes from the cloth of Jake’s boxers, staring rigidly into Ally’s widening eyes. I see the gears in her mind start up, the incantation she’s concocting to send a concussion blasting through my skull. Sorry, honey; too slow. I send a mental wrench into the mechanizations of her arcane mind. I see the expression of pain strewn across her face. She’s dazed for a moment, and I seize the opportunity. My hands clench around her wrists, the knuckles whitening as I push my weight forward. Ally’s face twists in a mixture of fear and defiance, but there’s something else: arousal.
“You know,” I pant as I wrestle with her, blocking her testicle-kick with my right thigh, “I can see part of you wants this. You thought Jake was fucked up, Ally, but when I told you of his little rape fantasy, I saw you perk up just a bit.”
“Get the fuck off me, Trish, or I’ll finally perform that surgery you so desperately wanted.” Ally growls as she twists beneath me.
“Ally, you want to fuck your brother, you little slut.” I sneer at her as I pivoted my knees together between her legs.
“Just a passing thought,” she grunts as she breaks her wrist free and plants a punch into my groin, “a little ‘what-if’ fantasy; nothing more.”
I reel back from the pain in my testicles, but manage to stay in control, and grasp the flailing fist that was looking for pay dirt. Ally twists beneath me, but I keep her hands sealed in my fists, allowing her to rotate freely onto her belly in her attempt to wriggle free. Her hands crisscross behind her, her wrists locking together in the cuffs of my straining fingers. Her shoulder blades protrude in protests, her glutes flex about my cock in defiance. I got her, and I can tell part of her hoped I would.
“Ally,” I whisper in her ear, “did you just get on your belly for me?”
“Fuck you, Trish!” Ally screams. There are tears in her eyes. I can hear the panting nature of her breathing. I can see the flush of her cheeks and the mess of her blonde hair in the moonlight. Her skinny arms flex against my fixing grasp. I manage to secure both her wrists in one palm, and then briskly rope them together with Jake’s leather belt. She protests, her arms straining to free themselves, but to no avail. The strap of her bra is tight around the soft flesh of her back. I relieve her of it. Ally whimpers beneath me, realizing what’s about to happen, knowing Jake was right about me the whole time. Despite the domineering nature of our foreplay, I want Ally to enjoy this as much as I will. Jake’s incestual rape fantasies always ended with Ally begging for it, her mind corrupted with lust, her body bending to his prowess. Fortunately for Jake, I am a woman, and I know exactly how to please one.
“Don’t worry, babe,” I whisper to my restrained twin sister, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“I’ll kill you, Trish,” Ally whispers hoarsely through her tears, “I’ll kill you slow.”
“Such threats, such rage,” I taunt gently as my fingers caress the line of her spine, “but I believe you, Ally. I can see the thoughts burning in your mind. But what’s this thought right here, hmmm? ‘Eat my pussy?’ Ally, is that a request?”
“No,” Ally cries, her face a mosaic of fear, shame and a hint of approval, “it’s just my body; it’s not me.”
“So, it’s your body that wants your brother’s tongue inside you,” I coo to her as my knuckles curl and my fingertips find the elastic waistband of her panties, “there’s some duality to you, it seems. Glad it’s not just Jake and I that have conflicting voices in our head.”
I drag my fingers down, bringing my sister’s panties with them. My knuckles dig gently into the soft flesh of Ally’s ass, her supple glutes welcoming me with their warmth and give. I reveal the divide of my sister’s backside, and stare unabashedly at the prize beneath her cloth. Jake had watched a lot of porn in his time, but he’d never laid eyes on an ass like this before. Pale, soft skin formed over two perfect domes, their bottoms creasing delectably at the thigh, forming the protrusion of her womanly apple. My greed takes me, and I hurriedly rip Ally’s panties down to her knees. She cries a muffled sob into the pillow, but then she looks back. I meet her gaze and smile. Her face is still a portrait of loathing and fear, but the curiosity and desire is gaining traction. Part of her wants to see what I’ll do. Part of her is begging me to go further.
My fingers sink into the soft domes; her pale, warm skin protruding from my gripping knuckles. I spread her wide, and my heart races at the sight of her. She gasps, sobs, and cries out her protest, but her body can’t lie to me. Beneath the perfect, puckered rim of her anus, Ally has prepared herself with a waxing job. Not a single hair can be seen along the tight petals of her womanhood. Her folds are neat and orderly, forming two pale lips that barely reveal the flush bud between them. And it’s soaking for me. Her nectar is running through her crease and spoiling the sheets. I lick my lips, and give my sister one last look. Her eyes are wide and trembling, her blue irises baring dilated pupils in the dark. Her pointed, freckled nose gleams with her rosy cheeks in the moonlight, and her luscious lips are parted in a panting, frightened gape.
“Please,” she begs, her eyebrows raising in her sorrowful plea, “Trish, don’t do this to me.”
I just smile back, and lower my face between her spread cheeks.
Her warmth encloses about my face as I dip my nose against the bottom of her slit. My tongue snakes from my mouth and tests the dripping fluid of my sister. I hear her gasp as she’s touched for the first time by another. The gasp is followed by a sob, but nothing else. She’s waiting for more. My tongue moves again, this time parting her petals, and sliding along the sweet crevasse. She froths in response, her nectar flowing freely from her. Another gasp slips from her lips, but the sob does not follow. My tongue lingers along her folds, exploring her every crease, gently parting the tender flesh of her. She tastes delicious. My movements become more deliberate and less tentative. I slide my tongue through her with confidence, ever teasing the bottom of her clit, but not quite reaching it. I’m listening for her while I’m savoring her flavor, listening for the crack in her defenses. A gasp, a whimper, and then…a moan. Muffled; she tried to hide it in the pillow, but it escaped her virgin mouth nonetheless. I reward her for her unwilling tenor of approval. My tongue reaches the engorged bump of her erogeneity. I curl it about her, and then flick once across. Her legs tremor slightly, and another sobbing moan seeps into the pillow. Another flick, and a similar reaction. I smile at the responsiveness of her body, and then step things up. Playtime’s over, honey.
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