Excess by QSQuinn,QSQuinn

“Glarb!” That was the only word Albert was capable of forming. His head ached and there was something else. Something strange about his body, as if it wasn’t entirely his. He couldn’t quite figure it out. It was like his brain was wrapped in cotton wool.

What the hell had happened last night?

He tried to roll onto his side but something heavy was pressing on his thighs. There was a pain in his balls too, but he decided to ignore that for now and deal with the more desperate, urgent, overwhelming need. “Glarb!” He tried to speak again. Christ, he needed a drink of water. It felt like someone had sandblasted his throat.

Thailand. That’s where he was. He opened his eyes a crack. Yup, he was definitely in Thailand. This was their hotel room. It was coming back to him now. He recognized the heat and the ceiling fan above him, which converted more energy into noise than it did into moving the air around.

Goddamn he was thirsty

Lacey. Where was Lacey?

“Glarb?” He called out to her.

Water. He needed a drink like he needed air. He needed to roll out of bed and get to a fucking water bottle. His eyes closed on their own. Maybe one more minute?

His thirst screamed furiously at him.

“Oh.” Bert wasn’t making an expression of surprise, that was the guy’s name. They met him at a bar. Bert scratched at the recesses of his mind and dimly remembered a dark cave of a place with girls (were they girls?) Serving drinks in mini-mini tight-tight skirts. That stuck in his shaky memory. And the guy’s name. Oh. It was a weird fucking name. His English had been pretty good though. Where had they gone with him?

“Beeeeert?”

It took him a while to work out the voice. It had to belong to Lacey, but it sounded as rough as he felt.

“Christ, Lacey. My head.” Words. He could say words now. This was progress. It hurt like a motherfucker, but at least he still had the ability to talk.

“Water,” he croaked pitifully.

“Please!” Lacey whined.

He waved her away with a tired hand. Trying to let her know that it was a demand, he wasn’t taking requests.

He was going to kill that little fucker Oh if he saw him again. What was that thing he put in their drinks?

“This give you good time,” the bastard had said with a grin, holding up a packet of brownish powder. “You have best night of your life.”

“What is it?” Lacey had asked. Bert noticed that she’d not said no.

“Essess” Oh said, waggling the packet before them, “I think you like.”

“Essence?” Bert asked, not sure he’d heard the name correctly.

“No,” Oh smirked, revealing a long and slightly crooked incisor on the right side. “Essess.” This time when he said the first “ess” he brought his fingers up and showed them a cross. No, not a cross, an ‘X.’

“Excess?” Lacey asked, catching on. Oh nodded and gave the packet a little shake.

Albert remembered looking to Lacey. Maybe that was his mistake, Lacey was batshit crazy. He knew that. She was always up for anything. But they were young, invincible and they were in Thailand! Taking random drugs without considering the consequences was just what you did, right?

Oh poured the Excess into their drinks. The fact that he giggled while he did it should have told them something. Sure, in hindsight, lying here immobile and about to die of dehydration it was easy to regret. At the time it had been fun though. Best night of their lives fun. It was all a bit hazy now, but there had been plenty of drinking and dancing. They’d met all these cool, crazy people. He thought he remembered making out with a tall blonde Australian chick. He also, weirdly, had an image of Lacey making out with her. Was that a dream? Or had they both made out with the same girl? Why did that make his balls throb like a fucking bass drum?

Albert couldn’t remember all the places they’d been, but he remembered dragging Lacey down off more than one tabletop she’d been dancing on. His clearest memory was looking up her sparkly silver party dress from below. It was the same view half the patrons in the bar had of her black panties, a thong so tiny it barely covered her mound and left her ass cheeks entirely exposed. He’d been enjoying the view a bit too much, considering she was his little sister, before giving himself a mental shake and pulling her, laughing and unabashed, down from her perch.

There was no doubting it, it’d been an epic night. But did the payoff have to be so brutal? Albert had a flash of him and Lacey clinging to each other for support as they stumbled through the streets of Pa Tong, somehow making it back to their hotel.

He’d made it into bed, that much was clear. He could feel he was naked though. That was strange. Lacey was fairly laissez-faire about that sort of thing but, given that the siblings were saving money by sharing rooms on their big Asia trip, Albert usually tried his best to maintain some privacy. He must have been pretty wasted to strip off before bed.

It might have embarrassed him on any other day, but his thirst was rising to an inferno. He tried to move off the bed but felt encumbered. Something was holding him back. The damn sheets must have wrapped around him in his sleep. The way his balls ached it felt like they were caught in a snare. Never mind that now though, he told himself, if he could just stretch a few inches he could reach his bottle of water beside the bed.

His fingers brushed plastic but, by the way the bottle toppled lightly off the table, he knew it was empty. Damn. He decided to try again. Lacey was still groaning about something on the other bed. Did she say something about her tits? He ignored whatever it was. He needed water above all else.

He got a thrill when, peering over the edge of the bed, he saw one of the large bottles they’d bought at a 7-11 only yesterday. He made a grab for it. Frustratingly it fell over too, also empty. Fuck.

The rising panic cleared the fog of his hangover and he took in the floor of their room. There were his clothes and underwear and, momentarily catching his attention, there were Lacey’s. Her tiny thong looked to be about the same size as a hair band as it lay there crumpled on the floor. Was she naked too? He winced as the ache in his balls reached a new level of torture.

Fuck it. Water. His eyes traveled over the room. Both being lazy, they’d mutually agree to buy enough supplies to last the week. They’d not intended to go further than the nightclubs, hotel pool or beach for their entire stay. Backpacking veterans, they knew to stay far away from tap water, so they’d bought a half dozen big bottles, each more than a gallon. Yet, as his eyes now located each one he saw, to his growing horror, that they were all empty. Had they really drunk all their water in one night? That was crazy. That was dangerous. He’d read about people who’d died from drug-induced water intoxication.

Drugs! He touched his pounding head. Never again. Fuck Oh.

Christ, he was thirsty. If he could just make it to the bathroom… then what? He couldn’t risk drinking the tap water, could he? He really didn’t want to spend the rest of the week on the toilet but felt like death was the only other option. Maybe he could make it to the shop. It wasn’t too far from the hotel.

Goddamn it! Why couldn’t he get out of bed?

“Bert!” Lacey moaned, “It fucking hurts!”

What was holding him back? Maybe if he just rolled… with a monumental effort he managed to heave himself over onto his back. There was definitely something heavy impeding his movements. His balls throbbed, and something hot was pressing against his thighs. It felt like one of those creepy hairless cats. Did they have those in Thailand? He reached down to toss it off him. His hands touched fever-hot flesh. It was a thick cylinder of some kind, so big he could not wrap both his hands around it. Weirdly, he could feel his hands on it though, it was almost like the meaty baseball bat-shaped object he held was… he looked down and let out a hoarse shriek.

“Oh, my God!” For a moment his thirst was forgotten. If he could have backed away from it he would have. He couldn’t though, because it was attached to him. Although it was some strange, distended alien limb, it was also quite plainly his cock.

It was grotesquely swollen. Three or four times its original size, it was probably the size of his forearm and he was pretty sure it wasn’t even fully erect.

“What the fuuuuuuck?!” He stared slack-jawed at the monstrosity. As he watched it gave a twitch, like it was alive. The strange thing was, though it was painful, the twitch was also mixed with a pleasure spike almost to the level of an orgasm. Bert groaned, not sure if it was from the pleasure or the pain. Precum spurted out his tip, painting a streak across the hotel bedspread. It was a lot of precum. He was all too aware of it because the rest of his body was begging for moisture. He was watching it soak into the sheets when he noticed something else that made him whine piteously. His balls! His balls were the size of grapefruits. He thought it was just an expression, but they were actually blue. Blue and fit to burst. They had a gleam to them, like a set of pool inflatables. The hairs on his testicles stuck out on their skin pimples like whiskers. Oh, Christ. When he adjusted his position and nudged one with his knee it was a sensation like being kicked by a horse. They were so tender.

Bert was starting to hyperventilate. This was so fucked. On the one hand, he needed to get water. He had to, it was life or death. On the other, he had to drain off his engorged testicles immediately or else he was sure they would pop like over-inflated balloons. Complicating all this was the knowledge that his sister was in the bed right next to him and, in his naked state, she was certain to witness whatever humiliating course of action he took.

His sister? What had Lacey been moaning about? He’d blocked her out in his own state of alarm. It didn’t matter. He realized he no longer cared what she thought, she was going to have to fetch him a doctor.

He fought the pain and discomfort and managed to drag himself to his knees. “Lacey?” he croaked. He looked over to her bed, just a yard from his and his voice changed to a squawk of surprise, “Lacey?!”

His sister was similarly twisted up in her bedsheets, possibly even more so. In fact, she’d somehow managed to end up the wrong way around on her bed, her feet on her pillow. Her dirty-blonde hair stood up in places and hung across half her face. Her mascara, which she’d not removed, formed dark rings under her eyes. He observed, not without some thrill, that his deduction had been right. She too was very naked. She looked, surprisingly for the rough night they’d clearly had, fucking hot. Maybe that was just related to the weird stuff going on with his junk. One thing was for certain, she was definitely experiencing symptoms, if not similar, then comparable to his own.

His eyes goggled out of his head when he saw how absurdly swollen her breasts were. She lay on her belly, but her tits, which were a modest handful before, now gave her the appearance of trying to lay atop a pair of inflated beach balls. They were cartoonishly large. Were her hips and ass bigger too?

Bert would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed his sister having a curvaceous figure before, but now she was positively callipygian. His dick jerked violently, extending an inch or two, making him wince. More precum beaded on the tip, some of it dribbling down. Bert wanted to plug the leak like a little dutch boy, but he wasn’t sure his arm would reach that far. He also didn’t think he could afford to lose any more fluid.

Fortunately, Lacey was too caught up in her own dilemma to notice his. She writhed on the bed, clearly wanting to shift the weight off her swollen tits, but was entirely unable to do so. Her expression was desperate when she moaned out again, “Water!”

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” This was worse than Bert could have anticipated. The fact that he could get to his knees, though the sudden extra weight added to the front of him threatened to topple him over, meant that he was probably their best chance. He was in bad shape, but Lacey was completely immobilized by her gigantic tits.

Could he risk showing his sister his elephantine erection? Did he have a choice? She looked so pitiful he had to try and help her. Perhaps if they could get each other up, maybe they could call for help? He had to try. Her predicament, sexy as it was, was at least as humiliating as his.

Head still reeling, Albert did his best to hold up the sheet to maintain his modesty as he got off the bed and onto shaky legs. He hoped she wouldn’t notice the tent pole lifting the front of the material, but didn’t think there was much chance. He just had to power through it.

“Water?” She begged as Bert staggered a step. The weight of his cock was causing him actual

lower back pain. How had he not passed out from a lack of blood to the brain?

“Can’t,” He rasped back. He gestured to the mess of empty bottles on the floor, “Finished.”

“Fuck,” She looked like she wanted to cry but didn’t want to spare the moisture.

“Come on,” Bert, said, reaching her bed with one last, unsteady step, “Get… up.”

She was still mindlessly mumbling, “Water. Water. water, ” Over and over when he put a hand on her upper arm and tried to assist her. She cried out in pain. Reacting instinctively, he moved to help her with his other hand, and accidentally let the sheet slip. He was so occupied with trying to shift her that he didn’t notice until he glanced below and saw her staring, with saucer-wide eyes, down the barrel of his member. He’d never seen so much white around Lacey’s irises before, her eyelids must have rolled up into her head like window blinds. Based on her reaction you would think it was a sawn-off shotgun he was pointing at her. Although, to be fair, what he was packing was about as threatening and had similar dimensions.

The siblings flash froze in that instant, both gaining an immediate awareness that this was something neither of them could ever unsee.

It might have continued like that if Bert hadn’t noticed that, in all his efforts, he’d managed to turn his sister over just enough to expose a single, abundant mammary. It was turgid, like his cock, and looked like one of those 80’s boob jobs, where the chick carries around a set of spare tires on her chest.

“Jesus,” he mouthed.

Her areola was stretched by the inflation and colored an angry red. The nipple was fat and proudly erect. It should have looked ridiculous, but it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. His body confirmed this by sending another pulse of pleasure from the base of his cock to his tip. It flexed and stretched so that it had the appearance of a sausage fit to burst. It had to be bigger than any natural human cock in history now. Veiny and bulging it was, quite frankly, breathtaking. The amount of his blood it held left him in no doubt as to why he felt lightheaded. His knees nearly buckled when all this sensation hit, and his poor, tortured cock began to weep precum.

Bert expected her to recoil in horror, as he had when he first saw the monstrosity. From her perspective his cock must have looked like a goo-puking xenomorph. But, she didn’t. Perhaps she was too stunned. Her eyes were intent on the very tip of his dick where a steady stream of precious liquid dripped out. Bert needed to find a way to stem the flow.

“Water,” She moaned, a dry tongue running over cracked lips.

“Lacey?” He questioned, a sudden spike of fear stabbing his chest. She wouldn’t. She could never. “Oh, Christ!”

Lacey, desperate, needy Lacey, stuck out her tongue and caught the dribble coming from her brother’s prick.

Bert was too stunned to act. He just watched his sister divert the seemingly endless flow of his precum into her mouth before swallowing it down in a single gulp. He might have demanded, “What the actual fuck?!” If she’d not smacked her lips, lips that already looked fuller and less dry, in satisfaction and darted forward to cover the precious source of liquid with her mouth. He was so shocked that he instantaneously forgot about his raging thirst.

As Lacey sucked the juice from her brother’s cock, both siblings moaned with the pleasure of it. She was only just brushing the tip of his cock (Wait. Was that a bit of tongue tracing the line where his hood split?) but it already felt like all the blowjobs he’d ever received compounded into one.

Lacey was oblivious to the fact that she was now sucking her brother’s dick. She was too greedily guzzling every drop of liquid she could eke out of him. She soon worked out that the more sensation she offered his cock, the more she was rewarded with delicious precum. It was warm and more satisfying than water because its oily viscosity coated her ragged throat. Eager for more, she slurped his fat cock head into her mouth. It barely fit, her jaw cracked as she opened it as wide as it would go to accommodate him. If she could just get a little more out of him it might end this demonic thirst.

Bert, unbalanced by her sudden adjustment to take his entire cock head into her mouth, had to catch himself using Lacey’s body. The sound of discomfort she made, between slurps, alerted him to the fact that his hand had landed on her boob. It was tight and firm, with almost no give. But the hot, smooth skin felt incredible to the touch. He rubbed it absently while his sister tried to devour him. His fingers, almost without his notice, moved to tease the protuberant nipple that was just begging to be touched. When he pinched it he got a very satisfying moan out of her and she managed, despite physics, to jack his cock another inch into her mouth.

Bert was keyed up and on the verge before all this excitement began. The sensations on his cock were ten-fold what he was used to, and it was his hot sister (now made even hotter) sucking on it. He could hardly be blamed for an almost total lack of stamina. Plus, she wanted it so bad. She was practically begging for it. Giving her his cum was the kindest thing to do.

When she gave a messy slurp and ran her tongue in a circle around the edge of his hood, he could take it no longer. Bert succumbed to the pleasure. His huge, hanging balls tightened, lifting a few painful inches, before beginning to disgorge their contents. His poor tubes could barely contain the rate and flow of ejaculate that burst forth. It sizzled through his internals, forcing his vessels to widen. Muscular spasms so joyous they bordered on the painful, drove the flood onwards, making Bert cry out, as the first thick jet of hot spunk sprayed into his sister’s mouth.

Most of the girls Bert had ever been with barely tolerated him coming in their mouths. Even then they invariably spat the stuff out like it was poison. The rest just flat-out refused. Either Lacey was one-in-a-million, or her thirst had given her pornstar-level receptivity. Though her cheeks bulged, she fought to capture and swallow every drop. Such was the magnitude and force of Bert’s load that it was forced up into her sinuses and, by the third mega-blast, was dribbling out her nose. Lacey did not flinch. She took every drop, swallowing down a dozen or more cascades of his sperm. She then licked her brother clean and, when she finally let him pop free of her plump lips, continued to use her fingers and tongue to lap up the remnants of cum that still clung to his cock.

The relief for Bert was, at first, immense. His balls no longer throbbed like they were trying to split his sack. The pressure that had been building up behind his cock was abated and he began to believe again that he might one day return to normal. “Could you return to normal after your little sister had just given you the best blowjob of your life and drunk your sperm like a greedy kitten with a saucer of milk?” Bert wondered.

Lacey was temporarily lost in a cum haze. She rolled the rest of the way over onto her back and licked her smiling lips. The relief from her thirst was almost as pleasurable as his earth-shattering orgasm.

Thirst.

Shit, Bert had forgotten about that. It swung back around and hit him like a ten-ton truck. It was now probably worse because he’d just donated what felt like half his body weight in semen to his sister. Worse, his mega erection was undiminished. He’d just had his monthly quota of orgasms all rolled into one and his cock was already starting to beg for more.

Bert was looking around for what to do next when he took in his sister completely. Laid out on her back, her massive breasts bulged out, high and firm on her chest. It was a gorgeous sight and not one he needed just then, when he had an indefatigable hard-on to defeat. He saw then that he still had her nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger. On closer inspection (It was a lovely nipple, worthy of closer inspection) he saw that, just like his cock, a fluid had started to bead on its peak.

He peered closer. Was that? Could it be? It was physically impossible though. She was too young. She’d never had kids. But, fuck me, when Bert leaned right over her to gaze at the liquid pearl resting atop her mesa nipple, he was certain that it was milk.

The realization did something funny to his guts. They stirred violently and got all warm and fuzzy. His balls squeezed tight to remind him they’d not gone anywhere and could still compete in size with anything even a well-stocked produce aisle had to offer.

He couldn’t. He would never.

But he was so goddamn thirsty. And hadn’t she just drank his cum to get relief? Lacey wouldn’t notice if he just tried a drop. She was lying still now, possibly savoring the relief from her thirst. That was hardly fair. Just a drop would give him the respite he needed to clear his head of overwhelming thirst and he’d be able to figure out their next step. Just. A. Little. Taste.

He was stooped over her prostrate form, tongue poking out. Carefully he approached, fingers delicately holding the nipple to prevent that precious drop, like dew on a petal, from falling. When his tongue touched the droplet it was sweet ambrosia. Liquid joy ran up his tongue and exploded in his corpus callosum. The stuff was pure heroin. Bert couldn’t be blamed for what happened next. His body acted without him. In an instant his lips hoovered up her stiff nubbin. It came into his mouth all too willingly and he suckled at the sweet nectar that coated it. Bert ran his tongue all over and around his sister’s areola, trying desperately to gather as much of the sweet, sweet fluid as he could. He was heedless of any protest she might offer, not that she did offer any. He became as zombified as she was when she first drank his precum. It was imperative that he got more milk from Lacey’s fat tits.

Thankfully, Lacey did not object. In fact, the aching in her straining breasts that had been driving her nearly as mad as her thirst, building up behind her nipples, gave its first sign of relenting. When Bert sucked the mysterious lactate off her rubbery nipples she did not question it. She did not scream at the impossibility of it or the wrongness of the act. She writhed in pleasure. At last, there was a trickle of relief from the torment. Not only that but her nipples, stretched and hypersensitive, were detonating with pleasure. It was like the nerve endings from her clitoris had been plugged directly into her tits and each lick of his rasping tongue took her through a mini orgasm.

As Bert worked her tits, what started as little more than a few droplets became the equivalent of a flow from a pipette. Just a little more effort and she became a partially open tap. Bert guzzled up everything she could produce. He discovered then that the best feeling in the world he’d ever experienced came from assuaging a powerful thirst on his beautiful sister’s breast milk.

Perhaps not the best feeling in the world. Not yet. Because now Lacey was stirring below him, his cock bobbing right beside her head.

Had she really drunk cum from her brother’s dick? It’d tasted so creamy on her tongue and filled her belly with gooey warmth. It had also given her respite from the agony of thirst.

As Bert moved from licking one nipple to the other. Lacey bit her lip. She was no longer in a thirst-stupefied state, she knew perfectly well what she was doing when she eyed out the stiff rod beside her. She was still a bit parched, and that impossibly thick cylinder had felt so good trying to force its way down her throat. He was still so hard and, now that he was playing with her tits, the precum had returned.

“We are already so far down the incest bridge, it seems pointless to turn around now,” She reasoned, “Why not stick around and enjoy the sights, sounds, and,” she reached out and took hold of his huge shaft, “the delicious tastes…”

The thing was so thick her hand barely made it halfway around. She had to use her other hand to help lift its meaty weight and guide it to her waiting mouth. She smudged the rubbery tip against her lips, sniffing up its heady scent. Just the feel of it made her nethers go all squirmy. Bert must have been on the same page because his cock gave an encouraging buck in her grasp.

Lacey used her shoulders to shift back on the bed. This made it easier for Bert to reach her tits and increased the intensity of his suction, which was just fine with her. It also dropped her head backwards off the edge of the bed and positioned her mouth just right to accept the looming monstrosity before her. Bert’s body needed little encouragement. She had only to give him the slightest guidance before his cock entered her gaping mouth like it was a waiting pussy. The taste of him on her tongue combined with the rolling of her nipple in Bert’s mouth set off another detonation within her. Her body responded by, in a sudden orgasmic release, opening up the spigot on her unnatural milk supply. As Bert’s cock stretched her jaw and hit the spongy back of her throat, she gushed sweet liquid into his mouth.

The double sensation made Bert grunt with happy surprise. Fuck, his sister’s milk was delicious and thirst-quenching. That thin trickle he’d squeezed out earlier had been exciting, but now the stuff was pouring into his mouth as fast as he could drink it. What bliss it was to have your dick in a warm, wet, willing mouth while you sucked sweet milk from a jiggling breast. Bert’s hips moved involuntarily, the sensation was just too good. He needed more and his body aimed to achieve this by fucking his sister’s face.

She did not object in the least. Lacey seemed eager to take him deeper. She angled her head further back and clawed at his bare ass, hugging it closer and trying to force his obnoxiously big cock into her constricting throat. It was not a good fit, but that did not stop it from feeling incredible. It helped that milk leaking copiously from her tits was not just pleasurable in that it relieved the terrible pressure that had been building up, it was actively stimulating the pleasure centers in her brain, boosting her onto a plateau of pleasure that was one tier below and endless orgasm.

They formed a closed system in that moment. Him drinking from her tits and her sucking everything she could from his cock.

The deeper her brother’s cock went into her throat the more the humming vibrations of pleasure mounted. Deep as he was, he was still long enough that she could fit both her hands on his length and wring it out as he thrust between her lips and lashing tongue. His cock grew slippery with the froth of her spit and his oozing precum. He fucked and sucked and sucked and fucked, pushing a little harder and a little deeper each time. She opened wider and tried to tilt her head just right until, with a force that would have hurt her any other time, he pierced the last barrier of her throat and she swallowed him entirely.

He was stupidly, dangerously big. Her throat was stretched like elastic ready to snap. She could feel the bulge sliding down to her collarbone. She could not breathe but even the slight panic this brought only stimulated her further.

Bert clenched tight when he entered her, unable to comprehend the overwhelming sensation of tightness and warmth that now encapsulated him. He’d drunk what had to be more than a pint of creamy breast milk from both her tits and was finally starting to feel the urgency of his thirst dissipate. Now, this fresh bliss hit him. He broke his attack to look down between his legs and gasped. His ginormous schlong was buried almost up to his balls in his sister’s upside-down face. Fuck! Had he killed her? Her face was turning purple with the effort. But it was hot. Insanely hot. He could see the shape of his cock in her throat.

Fighting his body, he unsheathed his considerable length in a torrent of fluids, guttural sounds, and gasps for breath. Saliva and other juices poured from her mouth and ran over her face and hair. It clung in thick slimy ribbons between her lips and his glistening cock. He wanted to give her a breather, to let her recover from the feverish onslaught, but she was having none of it.

Lacey grabbed her brother by the shaft, gripping it painfully tight because he was so slippery now, and dragged him back to her mouth. Bert took a moment to appreciate her heaving tits, which continued to leak a lava flow of milky goodness. Then he was plunged back into heaven. Lacey had no hesitation this time, she was as unflinching as a professional sword swallower. Bert looked down to see the lump of his cock head travel down her throat until his huge balls bounced off her forehead. It was too damn good. He tried to hold it back but, taking only a few involuntary thrusts more, he uncorked inside her.

His second orgasm was as intense as his first. It hit him hard and kept raining down body blows that shook him almost to collapse. Cum pumped out of him into a geyser, straight down his sister’s throat. Bert buckled, grabbing onto the nearest support. Those just happened to be his sister’s tits, made more prominent when her back arched off the bed while she choked down his cum. Bert’s whole existence was reduced to white-hot sensation. It was ecstasy.

He shivered and shuddered out his climax into her throat while her face turned from red to blue. She might have cried out in pain when his hands dug into her tortured breasts, but her throat was full of spasming dick. As it was, Bert’s twitching fingers closed on her nipples, pinching and tugging them. The pain of it, combined with the incest, the near asphyxiation, and the whorish treatment she was receiving set her off like a powder keg.

Already light-headed, white sparks exploded in her vision when she came. Where Bert tugged on her nipples, milk sprayed out in a fountain, dousing his face and body, making his orgasm return for a last encore. She came hard then. A delightful feeling filled her womb and then there was a rushing, gushing release within her. At first she thought she might be pissing the bed, but the feeling was too good for that. She was literally squirting her pleasure out, all over the bedspread.

Bert, had felt his sister rising to her climax, he grimaced from the protracted orgasm it caused within him. He was watching through the droplets of milk now dripping from his eyelashes and brows when her pelvis bucked once, twice, and then squirted like crazy all over her pillow. It was inhumanly abundant and it made him want to weep with the beauty of it. “My sister is a fucking goddess!” Albert cheered internally.

“Shit! My sister!” Quickly, Bert jerked back, slurping his cock out of her abused throat. She gagged momentarily as he came out, but fought the reflex so she could jealously hold onto the liquid reward she’d earned. Then she was crying out for air, trying desperately to fill her aching lungs.

“Shit,” Albert wondered, “That was definitely too far. How had Lacey taken that? How did I let myself lose control?” He looked her over to see if she was alright. Apart from her heaving breaths, she appeared to be fine. Her eyes were a bit red and there was still color in her cheeks. But, on the bright side, her tits, while still impressive, looked less engorged. There was a delightful bounce and sway to them as her chest moved rapidly up and down. He looked lower down. Her legs were spread wide and below them was a dark stained area where she’d viciously squirted.

After his second climax, his balls were experiencing a similar relief to her tits, Bert expected to be done. But, the sight of his sister’s shaved mound coated in shiny moisture killed that illusion.

“On no,” He groaned as he felt his tired member, ignoring his better judgment, suit up for battle once more. He couldn’t look away now. He’d seen too much and it was right there. Carefully, trying not to nudge his recovering sister, Bert clambered further up onto the bed. He only intended to peek at her pussy, just to see if Oh’s drug had affected her genitalia in the same interesting ways it had affected him. “This is a purely scientific expedition,” He told himself.

He knew that was a lie even before he was leaning far enough over her body to peek at her forbidden folds.

“Fuck, me!” He moaned.

Her pussy, which must have been shaved, plump-lipped perfection before, was now godly. Her labia were swollen and reddened like they’d been trapped in a suction device. They had the luster of unnatural fullness. Between her puffy folds he could see her clitoris, bulging out and begging to be noticed. He’d never known a clit to do this without first playing an exhausting game of hide and seek. And wet? She was glistening with it, sitting in a pool of her own girl-cum, and yet she was still somehow oozing lubricant. This was a pussy begging to be fucked.

Bert thought the milk had taken care of his thirst, but the sight of his sister’s dripping cunt brought it back with its claws out. He had no choice. He had to. He needed to taste her. Considering it not a moment more, he plunged face-first into her swollen pussy.

Even though Lacey didn’t have the breath to spare yet when she felt her brother’s lips meet hers she gave out an involuntary, near-silent cry.

Her meaty folds parted like fronds before his intruding face. Christ, she was wet. Where his lips touched, liquid spilled into his mouth. He drank of her, tasting her tangy sweetness. He slurped it all up greedily, using his tongue to lap into every crevice and delve out everything she had to offer. It was a lot, and he was most grateful. In the process of doing this he nudged her idling libido into drive. Her pelvic wall rose, her pussy gaped like her panting mouth and something deep within her began to purr.

Bert’s mouth on her pussy was the best thing Lacey had ever felt. She wriggled appreciatively beneath him, spreading her legs as wide as she could to grant his questing tongue maximum access.

Committed to the act, Bert threw a leg over his sister. He rested his massive balls on her chest, just below her collarbone, and his dick, too heavy to support itself, came to rest in the valley between her wondrous breasts. He had to pause a moment to appreciate how fucking good that felt. His sister’s tits were still pumped up enough to sit high on her chest. Their cleavage created the perfect stock for his long-barreled weapon. This time when he dipped his head to nibble at the soft fringe of slippery flesh just below her clit, he gave a testing thrust between her tits. It was perfect.

Positioned in an adapted 69 position, Bert set about his task in earnest. He devoured his sister’s pussy, from the tight elastic of her entrance, through her lush labial valley, and up to the pinnacle of her clitoral hood. Her aroused nubbin twitched and flexed each time he kissed his way near. But, like that annoying kid in class that always has their hand up, he ignored it. He was having too much damn fun torturing her. He guzzled her tasty juices and used her fattened tits to reawaken his dozing manhood. Her throat had left him thoroughly lubricated with spit, so his shaft slid easily between her twin mounds, painting her chest and belly with streaks of shiny moisture.

It was only when Lacey had her breath back completely that Bert relented and turned his attention to her clit. Of course, the moment he slurped the marble-sized node of pleasure into his mouth her breath left her again and she found herself, mouth wide open and once more unable to fill her lungs.

Touching Lacey’s clitoris was like touching a grounding wire to a high-voltage circuit. Immediately the system began to short out, sparking and jerking violently. Already he had her convulsing in what most women would have considered the pinnacle of an orgasm and yet he could tell, in her current state, this was just a foothill.

Bert felt something hot and slippery stroke the back of his balls. Fuck. Lacey was licking his bulging testicles. This made them constrict tightly and swelled his cock back up to eleven. She assisted further by using her hands to press her big titties together. Now he was shoving his dick into a narrow tunnel between her squishy mammaries. Bert had to restrain his grin so that his lips were still available to manipulate her vibrating clit.

Lacey stretched out and lazily licked her brother’s taut nut skin. She loved how his prick, thick as a stack of soda cans, felt rubbing between her tits. It was nothing compared to the fusion reaction he was starting between her legs.

Bert had to do very little other than lap at her prominent bead. Her already damp cleft became a river of oozing arousal. He buried his face in her. She was sweeter and more lush than anything the tropical fruit sellers that sat outside the hotel had in their ice-filled carts. Sooner than he might have liked she was bucking against him, and her voice returned with a series of moans each building on the last.

A moment later she screeched her climax up to the whirring ceiling fan. Her whole body went rigid and she locked his cock between her tits by crushing them together with her balled fists. Bert had a moment to appreciate the writhing muscular contractions beneath the thin layers of flesh within her cunt. The skin beneath his tongue undulated like a wave and her entrance expanded and contracted in rapid succession. Then it was like a hose had been turned on.

Lacey gushed her pleasure all over his face. Bert was stunned for a moment by its volume and intensity. He’d thought squirting was one of those things they faked in porn, but Lacey was doing just that and it was coming out like a hydrant. He recovered quickly enough to open his mouth and catch the spray she was ejecting as her body spasmed its way through an agonizing orgasm.

For a time she was insensate. A mindless bundle of firing nerve endings. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body shook like she was having a fit.

Bert swallowed all he could from her but even so, it had been too much and the bed was starting to feel like it had been left out during a tropical squall. He ended up french kissing her pussy like a mouth as the last of her orgasm dribbled down between the cleft of her ass cheeks. As she relaxed the pressure on his cock released. He slipped forward a few inches and that last brush of sensation, on top of the hurricane he’d just ridden, sent him over the edge after her.

A third orgasm gripped his prostate in an iron fist and squeezed another flurry of cum blasts out his abraded urethra. He arched his back, liquid pouring off his face, and sent streamers of cum down her belly, over her mound, and into the puddles she’d already made on the bedspread.

Both siblings were winded from the effort and their bodies were beginning to ache from the endless muscle cramps from all pleasure they were being put through. Their hearts thudded and both had a moment when they hoped it might all finally be over.

They should have known better.

It was Lacey who started it up again. After her orgasm she’d expected the tension in her core to relent and let her return to whatever normal she and her brother could salvage from this mess. Only, the tension did not go away. It throbbed. If anything, all Bert had done was awaken the Kraken slumbering within her. She whined pathetically. There was a building ache in her womb. An emptiness that needed to be filled or she might die. She clutched at her belly, her hands splattering the warm cum in the process. The feel of it welling up between her fingers only intensified her need. It was just like the thirst, only lower and more insistent.

“Bert,” Lacey groaned.

Thinking he might be crushing her, his butt still resting on her chest, Albert slid ungracefully off her. The weight of his oversized dick made him uncoordinated, but he managed to land on unsteady feet beside the bed. He looked down and had a moment to think, “Christ, my sister looks sexy covered in my cum.”

“Beeeert,” Lacey moaned, louder and longer. His attention perked up, as did his dick. His sister used the weight of her tits to help her roll towards him. With an entrancing shuffle of her hips, she positioned herself stomach down on the bed, kneeling on the carpet, with her generous backside front and center.

“Damn, that is a sexy ass,” Bert mused, feeling his dick thickening again. “Shit, here we go again.”

“I need you Bertie,” Lacey pleaded, “Oh God, it’s killing me. Put it in me. Please, Bertie. Please!”

“Um,” Bert hesitated but was already stroking his shaft. Lacey reached back and parted her cheeks. She showed him her puffy pussy and tight pink whorl of an asshole. It was a beautiful little pucker. Looking down at his immense girth he wondered if her cunt could take it. She’d not broken when he fucked her throat but was her pussy as resilient? Had Oh’s drug enhanced her in other ways? As he watched a trickle of lubricant dribble from her tight cavity and he knew he was about to find out.

Carefully he directed his dick toward her fluttering entrance. When his tip kissed her petal soft skin she cooed appreciatively. Her deliciously plump pussy bunched up around the intrusion of his dick. Gradually he leaned into her, increasing the pressure.

Lacey spread her legs wide, her groin muscles stretching. Her hands moved desperately to pull back her folds, urging him on. When, after a concerted effort, Bert still hadn’t managed to thread her tight entrance with his rolling pin-sized cock, she seized his shaft and tried to stuff him inside her. His cock bowed but her tightness continued to resist him.

At last, with a sharp cry from Lacey, he pierced her final resistance. All at once six inches of his cock punched into her vagina. Lacey clenched her fists. It was like losing her virginity all over again, only this time to a donkey. Fortunately, when the pain faded, it was replaced with an exquisite fullness. A feeling that almost, but not quite, filled her aching emptiness.

“More,” she moaned, “More.”

“Can you?” Bert grunted. He was only about a quarter of his new found length into her but he feared something might snap if he pushed much further. She was so fucking tight, he didn’t want to cause any permanent damage.

Lacey bit her bottom lip and nodded emphatically. Bert acceded by forcing himself another inch deeper. Both of them groaned. “More!” She gurgled. Bert gripped the exposed part of his cock in his hand, squeezed down hard, and jammed it into the remaining space she had left. He still had inches to spare

Lacey’s eyes crossed as his apple-sized cock head compressed her cervix. Her tongue lolled out and she made a strange guttural purring in the back of her throat. Meanwhile, her fingers pinched her nipples, crushing out milk droplets like juice from ripe berries.

Bert stirred gently inside her. Lacey raised her hips, inviting him to continue. Bert looked down and marveled. He was bottomed out inside his sister and he could still hold the portion that was left outside of her in his hand. Her pussy was a ring of strained muscle, barely able to contain his girth. Slowly he drew back. When he shoved back in, Lacey rolled back her head and sighed. At least he could be sure he wasn’t hurting her. With growing confidence, he started to thrust.

Lacey released one dribbling nipple and snaked a hand down to clutch at her clit, which had been forced prominently outwards by her brother’s thickness. She teased this with a fingertip while Albert gradually built up a steady rhythm.

Bert was incapable of anything beyond animal rutting. He had not the sense to hold back and, seeing he’d stumbled into some kind of sexual god-mode, didn’t have the will either.

His sister’s clenching sheath masticated his bulbous knob. The sensation was so otherworldly, Bert unraveled in an instant. His climax was like a combo punch to his nuts, heart, and brain. His cock was so far up inside her that when he came it fizzed out of him and through her cervix like the nozzle of an aerosol can. His cum flooded her womb, half filling it in just the first pump. By the third ejaculation his seed was backing up into her fallopian tubes and her uterus was inflating like a cum balloon.

This was what Lacey’s body had been craving. The sense of warm fullness in her belly combined with the almost painful stretching of her vagina kindled her fire into a raging inferno. Her brother was still pumping his thick semen into her when she came too. Her pussy clenched tight around him and she began to pay back his heavy fluid deposit by spraying his abdomen down with flickering jets of girl-cum. Her tits must have been connected to the same circuit because they spurted out milk at the apex of each orgasmic sine wave.

Where their bodies merged it became a sodden, frothing mess of ecstasy and exchanged fluids. Bert was drenched from his belly down and Lacey was so full of his cum that her belly was visibly swollen. She was so full that, when her body contracted with her ongoing orgasm, little spurts of white cum shot out like streamers where their bodies almost, but not quite, formed a perfect seal.

Much of the pain and discomfort they’d woken up with was fading now or, at the very least, was transitioning into an ache of ever simmering lust. They realized this was mutual when their eyes met. There should have been more awkwardness between two siblings who’d just fucked for the first time. Not just fucked, but gone at each other like a couple of caged beasts in heat.

But, taking in the mess and the situation, Bert’s cock still stretching her out, they found themselves smiling shyly at each other. Lacey turned onto her back, lifting her legs gymnastically so as not to let her brother free of her pussy grasp, and joined him in marveling at what they’d done to each other. Their smiles then turned into a chuckle and soon they were giggling hysterically.

“Fuck! My tits!” Lacey said, holding the still swollen orbs as they jiggled in time with her laughter.

“I think I already did that,” Bert shot back with a snort.

“Stop!” She laughed even harder, “They still fucking hurt.”

“That can be fixed,” Bert announced, falling forward onto his hands. His dick continued to throb pleasantly inside her, not giving up a fraction of rigidity. “Anyway, I need to replenish my fluids after that,” He grinned before latching his lips onto one of her lactating mammaries.

Her laughter stopped abruptly and she cooed happily as he set about draining her remaining milk. It woke them up again and Bert was soon rolling his hips in a gentle tide while he swallowed down sweet melon-flavored milk.

Lacey stretched out on the soggy bed and opened herself up to the myriad sensations washing over her.

When she came again it was gentler but, with her nipples being so loving suckled, it lasted much longer. Climaxes crashed over her like waves. Each one gave Bert a gushing mouthful that he gulped down eagerly. His body responded in kind with another climax. Lacey was so packed full of cum by then that it spurted out of her each time he shoved inside. Her womb felt so deliciously full and the strain on her tits was down to a manageable level. Lacey was in bliss.

When Bert pulled out of his sister it was like turning on a tap. A river of white goo slopped out of her. Bert marveled at the volume he’d stuffed into her. His balls, like her tits, were starting to normalize. If only his fucking erection would go down. How many times had he cum? He’d lost count. Sex had never been like this before in the history of the world.

Lacey continued to glug spunk out onto the destroyed bedspread. Bert casually stroked himself to the spectacle.

“You’re still not done?” Lacey’s eyes widened with disbelief.

“Apparently not,” Bert shrugged “and I don’t think you can fit any more cum in you.” Lacey gave an appreciative giggle. Bert held his massive dick and looked down at its undiminished length. “To be honest, I’m a little scared. What if it never goes down?”

“Weeeeeell,” Lacey tapped a finger to her lips. With all her other immediate needs having been taken care of she was beginning to hear a softer but just as insistent drumbeat of desire from within her body.

Albert raised an eyebrow. She chewed on her lip coyly, “There is still one hole you haven’t filled up yet…”

Bert goggled as his sexy sister rolled back over, her tits finally down to a size that allowed her to do so comfortably, and wiggled her ass at him. As if the invitation was not already crystal clear, Lacey reached back and spread her ample cheeks. Bert was greeted with a vision of her tight, pink asshole.

His dick gave a jump in his hand like a horse in its stall, rearing for the race to start. Lacey’s star-shaped anus flexed and puckered tantalizingly.

“You sure I won’t break you?” Bert asked, mouth drying out with anticipation.

“Whatever that stuff Oh gave us did to our bodies, it must have made them more resilient too. I survived that monster in my throat and pussy. I’m pretty sure I can take it in my ass too.” She paused for a moment as the drumbeat within her doubled in volume and then doubled again. Almost begging, she whimpered, “I need you to fuck my ass, Bertie. Please.”

“Don’t we need lube?” Bert’s mind was hesitating, but his body was already moving to line up with her pinched sphincter.

Lacey laughed at this. She slid a finger under her and dipped it into her drooling honey pot. She was still so full of his cum that when her finger pushed into her entrance it was like tapping a maple tree. Immediately a fresh flow of spunk began dribbling out of her. Bert took this in with a grin, which widened when he observed that his cock was already shiny with juices and slippery in his hand. Just to be sure, he lowered his cock head into the slow waterfall of seed spilling from his sister and let it be liberally coated. Satisfied, he slid his cock up the short distance to her perfect little asshole. Bert let his tip tap her tight ring. Lacey gave a grateful little gasp.

“You sure?” He questioned, putting a bit of weight behind his battering ram. Lacey nodded desperately. The drumbeat was deafening now. She needed her brother’s fat cock shoved as far up her asshole as he could go. Right now.

He held his dick just behind the head and began to exert a continuous and incrementally increasing pressure. Lacey arched her back and spread her cheeks wider. Her body resisted and resisted, Bert’s shaft started to bend. Shit, he was huge. Lacey was slavering with a pent-up need to be filled.

Suddenly her defenses gave and Bert slid into her, hot, wet, and impossibly tight asshole. Her anus clamped down on him like a tourniquet. It was so intense that, even with his rigidity, his girth visibly tapered where her sphincter pinched around him.

Lacey moaned and pawed mindlessly at the duvet. Her eyes were rolling back, her small pink tongue sticking out. “Fuuuuck, that’s big!” She said, breathily.

Bert was almost as deep inside her bowels as he’d been inside her pussy. It was more than enough and, as soon as her body acclimatized to his size, he intended to start a gentle fucking of her tight little hole.

Lacey was having none of it though. The drumbeat drowned out everything else and, seemingly possessed, she growled out, “The thing about my bottom Bert is that, unlike my pussy, it has no bottom.”

Bert was still trying to figure out the logic of that statement when, with a further grunt, Lacey rocked back on all fours and swallowed up the last six inches of his incredible length into her small frame.

Bert closed his eyes and turned his head up to the ceiling fan. Being buried balls deep inside his sister’s rectum was almost unbearable. The heat and pressure were immense and exquisite. This had to be what carbon felt like before it was turned into a diamond. He held on a long moment before, without warning, disgorging himself deep inside her.

“Ooh,” Lacey said. Feeling the heat sloshing within her.

“Fuck,” Bert huffed, spurting a winnowing stream into her cavity. Under any other circumstances it should have been game over. Physically he was exhausted now. He was ready to pull out and possibly have a long nap curled up around his sister. Maybe on the other bed, seeing as how they’d pretty much ruined this one. He lingered though, enjoying the sight of her hole stretched to the very furthest extent of its elasticity around him.

Lacey, however, reached beneath her body and took hold of balls. Though they were much reduced, they still felt huge in her small hand. Teasingly she mushed them into her vulva and asked, “What do you reckon? You think these boys can handle one more round?”

Bert’s mind said, “No.” He was physically shattered. His dick had a strong counter argument though. Whether it was just his dick being stubborn, or her sphincter acting like a cock ring, Bert’s hard-on remained. Concern was starting to mount. Did he need to seek professional help?

Lacey answered for him by giving her bum a delectable wiggle. Maybe he could try just once more? His balls were starting to ache and had to be close to being empty by now, surely? He didn’t want to try to find medical assistance for drug-induced priapism in a country where he didn’t speak the language and being associated with drugs sometimes came with a death sentence. Fucking his sister in the ass one more time was definitely the better option.

In fact, now that she was undulating those fabulous hips of hers, perhaps he did have a little more life left in him. He tested it with a long, slow withdrawal. Lacey mewed at the sudden emptiness at her core. At least she had all that gooey warm cum inside her, that was something. Again, with measured progression, Bert reinserted his entire length into her. His balls and her tits were shrinking, but his enlarged cock was not showing the same signs. That was okay, he could live with that, provided it wasn’t permanently erect.

Lacey let out an “Umph!” When his balls tapped her pussy. She was so stretched out she imagined she was as close as a human got to being a sock puppet. She hadn’t expected that to feel so damn good.

Bert moved with a continuous, slow stroke. Lacey writhed like a kitten in a sunbeam. She’d heard anal was only for the guys and that few girls got anything other than pain out of it. Certainly, given her brother’s unnatural size, this should have been the case, but there was an interesting tingling all up and down her internals. Where his cum pooled she felt immense satisfaction and where his balls bounced off her spread cunt a heat was growing. All of this was building to something more.

Lacey pressed her head and tits to the mattress, pleased that, thanks to her brother’s tireless sucking, the latter no longer ached. Her ass was up as high as she could lift it, her back muscles bunching with the effort of maintaining the effect.

“Harder,” she insisted through clenched teeth.

Bert obliged, using his blunt instrument to punch through her soft tissues. She bit down on the soggy duvet, tasting his cum again. Man, she could get addicted to that taste.

Now that Bert was fucking her good and proper, Lacey ran a hand up her cum streaked thigh and found her delicate folds. Her fingers were a poultice to her inflamed sex. They dabbed at her clit in time to her brother’s thrusts.

Her belly was clenching now as a climax began to ascend to the surface. This caused her sheath to suck at Bert’s pistoning cock, making him sigh appreciatively.

Her fingers burrowed deeper and with more meaning. Her brother’s dick felt immense within her. It scraped along her internal lining, the bulge making it all the way through layers of tissue to find her G-spot on the other side. Lacey punched the bed in disbelief, the orgasm arising within her beggared belief. All she had to do was keep gently stroking her clit. Bert did all the rest. Moments later his bulbous head nudged over a cluster of nerves on the other side of the tissue wall that had been acting like a speedbump all this time. On this occasion, it set off a chain reaction from which there was no return.

She came with her ass up in the air, squirting from her pussy while her asshole was being emphatically plugged. Eyes crossed from coming so hard, with her brother’s cock in her lodged in her butthole, Lacey’d never felt like such a dirty slut before. Strangely, the effect of this was not shame but, instead, a redoubling of her pleasure. She came again almost exclusively based on that thought, juice jetting from her pussy while cum sloshed in her belly. She came so hard this time all her muscles spasmed and tears came to her wincing eyes. When the total lockdown on her muscular system turned to a fit of shudders and then, eventually, broke, Lacey flopped forward like a boneless fish. She might have slid off the edge of the bed and hurt herself (Although, she doubted she’d have felt any pain in her current, bliss-numbed state) but Bert swooped in and caught her heroically before her head could hit the floor.

She was too exhausted to right herself and ended in a strange position, half-turned with her torso off the bed, her brother’s hard dick still in her ass.

Bert was breathing hard but had found his second (Third? Fourth?) wind. His dick was fully charged up now and all that energy had to go somewhere. Lacey was too heavy to lift back up, so, keeping the rotation she’d started going, he gently let her slide until her head touched the floor. She came to rest inverted, with her shoulders and the back of her head on the carpet, her ass up on the edge of the bed. Bert hopped off the bed and stood over her in a piledriver position. His dick planted into her hole, her body delightfully laid out for him to ogle.

By squatting, he was able to sink his dick all the way into her. Lacey was barely conscious after her massive orgasm, but she gurgled appreciatively when she felt him reach maximum depth within her.

Bert had nothing to hold back any more, Lacey was basically a KO after the last round and he was down on the mat with the countdown already started. He put everything he had into stuffing himself into her with quick, deep strokes that made her pussy lips flap like butterfly wings.

Lacey’s tits flipped and danced with each dip of his hips. Bert could sense it now. The rope he’d been clinging to was frayed, the last few strands unraveling fast. His balls wanted to get rid of their last load like it was poison. Just. A. Few. More. Pumps.

Bert howled when his final orgasm hit him. He’d been taken so far past the point of exhaustion he nearly toppled over. He just barely managed to stay on his feet, dumping another load of hot cum into his sister’s bowels in one last sizzling explosion.

She looked so sexy, inverted, and nearly folded double on the carpet, that he felt inspired to add one final brush stroke: A signature to complete his greatest masterpiece. Before his cock could pulse out another blast, he slurped it out of her quavering hole and, with a lopsided grin, aimed it down her body. His balls were giving everything to their dying expulsions and, now assisted by gravity, Bert sent slashes of high-pressure cum blasts at his sister. Semen seared lines over her belly then splashed off the underside of her tits. His dick painted pearl necklaces around her throat which sloshed in a warm tide all the way up to her chin. Cum rained down on her lovely face, decorating her lips, nose, and forehead. It pooled in her eye sockets, gumming her lashes together and several errant streamers even landed in her hair.

She was a sticky, glazed mess that would have looked over the top even in the gaudiest bakery.

Then, just when Bert thought they were done, his dick dipped as his erection finally, thankfully, began to subside. The head came to land on Lacey’s clit and, like a finger depressing a button on a detonator, it set her now thoroughly conditioned body off one more time. Barely conscious, she gave an involuntary convulsion. The lightning-strike orgasm traveled up her body, wringing it like a tube of cream. Twin plumes of cum were ejected from her brimming pussy and asshole in a way which resembled that trick where a magician pulls an endless stream of connected hankies from his pocket.

“Fuck,” Bert breathed as he watched his sister taking another cum shower, this time of her own making. He’d come to Thailand expecting to see some weird shit, but this beat anything he could have imagined. Especially when Lacey started happily lapping at the thick basting that was, well, everywhere. Eventually, the semen slowed to the rate of a gentle lava flow and Bert was able to sigh out his relief. His balls were his own now. His dick, while still not of the human realm, was at least able to hang limp and bump against his knee.

Lacey was as drenched as it was possible to be. She had to sputter through cum when she breathed. Her eyes were sealed shut. Even though Albert was close to passing out, he feared his sister may choke or even drown in his abundant emissions.

Summoning the very last of his reserves, he hauled her body back up onto her bed. She was already snoring softly. Bert didn’t even have the strength to carry her to the clean mattress. He did manage to position her, this time with her head on her pillow, on the drenched bed.

Looking down and realizing he was not much better off than her, he collapsed behind her and, spooning her into a sloppy, squishy, sticky embrace, promptly fell deep asleep.

It was night when they woke next. Had they slept the whole day?

“Fuck!” Albert croaked. He was sore and drained. He felt slightly repulsed by the squelchy bed he lay on. He groaned when he tried to stir. He was partially stuck to his naked sister where their fluids had dried. He wasn’t quite sure how to extricate himself from the mess. One thing it did confirm, this morning had definitely not been a dream.

He testingly felt his cock. “Yup,” he thought, “Still a fucking monster.” His movement woke his sister and Lacey moved like she was trapped in amber.

“Fuck,” she muttered, echoing her brother. Lacey ached in places she didn’t know existed until now. Her muscles were all stiff and she couldn’t open her eyes. Glue or something had stuck them shut. No, not glue, cum. A shitload of cum. She reached back a hand and touched the warm, reassuring solidness of her older brother. A single butterfly did a loop in her belly and then shot up her spine in a trail of sparkles.

Albert. Who knew?

The mild pain she felt was a badge of honor, an emblem of being well and truly fucked for the first time in her life.

Bert kissed the back of her head, probably the only part of her not matted with dried semen. Lacey couldn’t help the happy chuckle that bubbled up within her.

Once the cuddle had reassured them both that neither was horrified by what had occurred, they began wordlessly setting their world back to rights.

Stiff limbed, Albert first helped his blind sister into the shower and then joined her. Once she’d cleaned her face enough to see again they set about washing each other thoroughly and tenderly.

Their bodies were too drained to do anything else, but the affection that had been ignited between them in the furnace of love-making was tangible. They were content with leisurely exploring each other’s bodies, bodies that were a little unfamiliar even to themselves, and nuzzling and caressing like the love-sick near-teenagers they were.

They came out of the shower sleek and glowing. They took one look at Lacey’s bed and, once the laughter subsided, gave up any hope of trying to salvage it. The thing looked like it had been left out in a monsoon. It was something they’d have to deal with at checkout time. But that was a problem for the future. For now, it didn’t seem to matter. They both instinctively knew they’d be sleeping together in Albert’s bed from now on anyway.

Ravenous, they found the closest restaurant and ate a late dinner half a dozen people would have been unable to finish. After a stop at the 7-11 which, despite its name, was open 24hrs, they returned to their room with snacks and all the water they could carry between them. Climbing onto the single bed together, they cuddled, kissed, and slumbered some more.

It was only the next day, while they lay by the pool, that they began to feel recovered enough to do much more than quietly enjoy each other’s company.

They lay beside each other on deck chairs, their fingers casually interlaced. Lacey’s electric pink two-piece didn’t quite fit so well any more. It cut deep into her skin and an indecent amount of underboob bulged out the bottom of each bikini triangle. This vision was taking its toll on Bert who, even at rest,sported a traffic-stopping bulge.

“Bertie,” Lacey traced a line up the back of his hand with her fingernails, “Are you feeling up for another night out?” Her expression was unreadable behind her huge sunglasses. Bert didn’t move in his deck chair, but the ghost of a smile did tug at the corner of his lips.

“Because if you are,” she leaned in close and whispered hot breath in his ear, “I thought we might try to find Oh again. Pay him a little visit.”

Bert closed his eyes, his smile now an uninhibited grin.

“We are on holiday after and and, I don’t know about you, but I’m in the mood for a little Excess.”

Bert lifted his sister’s hand to his lips and gave the back of it a soft kiss. It was all the answer she needed.