Sex Cult

I gasped! Lurched my back.

This caught Sister off guard, and she glanced down below, down to see exactly what violation had occurred.

I mouthed words. My lips stuck together, chapped. Only gasping air rasped out between them. “Don’t…don’t…” I eventually was able to say.

“Huh?” Hearing my words, Sister looked back up at me, looked me in the eyes.

“…don’t look…don’t look…don’t look…” That was what I told her.

Her gaze did linger back down to Mother’s violations, but I begged her at the end, “Please.”

Maggie swallowed. Her head gently nodded, and once again her forehead pressed against mine, so close, her breath rolled across my lips, into my nose as I inhaled. She pressed down tighter, wiggled her own nose and gave me an Eskimo kiss.

Mother’s finger covered my hole entirely. She rubbed it around and around, pure friction pulling me left, right, up, down. I clenched and released from the sensation. On release, the tip of her finger poked inside just enough for me to clench around her, and she used that grip to pull me around even farther.

I caught my breath and clenched so tight.

“…don’t look…don’t look…don’t look…” I begged Maggie.

She shook her head just a touch. Her hand pulled my chin down, opening my mouth, and held it there. She rested her lips on my own. It wasn’t a kiss, instead she whispered a single word inside me: “Hump.”

Her breath filled my mouth, and despite her proximity, it didn’t feel sensual. She smelled so normal: Minted Colgate, buttery toast, and a bite of some sharpness. This was my usual sister.

“Hump.” She bit the top of my lip. “Hump. Hump. Hump.”

I did. My hips rocked against Mother’s proddings. She felt in deeper until it burned, but she never stretched, never wholly entered, just tested me.

I bucked my body back and forth. Sister panted into me. I felt her small hand slide across my chest. She flicked one of my nipples. Any other time, this would be the kind of thing we’d laugh about, but she was perfectly serious. This was my normal sister doing abnormal things

I breathed her in. She rubbed my nipple until it hardened, panted into me. Mother prodded. I humped. We were all getting into a rhythm, and then, it stopped.

Mother pulled her finger out of me. Her soft meek voice was tinged with a hint of huskiness as she asked me, “Are you ready to begin the penance?”

“…yes,” I rasp, but that was only into Sister’s open mouth.

Maggie wiggled her nose against mine, but she never smiled, even though it felt awkward that she didn’t. The current her was trying to be a tender comfort, at least, in her own way.

Sister pulled her face away from mine, and that revealed Mother’s to me. Mom leaned over, praying hands before her, and Christ, she did smile, just like the Virgin Mary. She grabbed Sister’s small hand, held it between her praying hands, and said, “I know you won’t be able to understand it right now, but it is important that your sister performs this upon you. Can you trust me on that, Boo?”

Shit. Maggie wasn’t lying about that earlier. She stared right into my eyes, not blinking, face completely serious. She was clearly forcing this facade, and I wished she wouldn’t. I wished she’d giggle and laugh and make fun of me. But she didn’t for some reason.

Maggie put her finger under my lips. “Spit.”

This was absurd! And she was so damn serious, too! So I did what she said. I spit a big glob onto the tip of her finger. Still making eye contact, she brought that same finger under to own lips and spit right on top of my own glob. Then under Mother’s and Mom did the same.

Mom grabbed the balls of my feet. “Pick your legs up, Boo.” And raised my legs straight up into the air, until my toes were pointed at the ceiling. It felt like I was an infant once again. She did it with such practice, too. This was surely the exact same position that she’d changed my diaper in so many times before when I was a baby, not that I’d remember, but this damn sure will be burned into my brain from now on.

Sister, holding her spit covered finger up like some holy thing, began to shift on back, away from my chest, and on down behind my upturned legs.

And I…

I know it was a sin, but Goddamn, I just could take the shame, and I yelled out, “Wait!”

Sister, Mother, both froze. Probably shamed and shocked at my outburst.

“Please.” I sniffled, the corners of my eyes heated up and tingled, a wet trail leaked down my cheek, and I know how shameful it was, but I looked right at Sister; I’d stopped her before she saw, and I said to her, “Please, don’t look. I don’t know what I’d do if you saw I…” And I whimpered off into a pathetic blubbering mess.

Right then, Maggie huffed and shook her head. She laughed at me, too.

Just kill me now, God.

I closed my eyes and prayed for that lighting bolt. When that didn’t work right away, I even took the Lord’s name in every blasphemy I could think of.

A small thumb pulled down my chin. My mouth opened, and this time, I felt plump, slightly damp lips clamp around my upper one. It was a gentle peck. A forehead rested back against my own, and I felt the breath of Sister as she whispered into my mouth once more, quiet and out of earshot of Mother. “You don’t get it. You’ve never had to do penance. You’re just like Dad was.”

I flinched as she mentioned his name.

She carried on. “I’m not here to shame you.” She spoke, louder, “Mother, guide me.” As she said that, her face remained here with me, and she continued to whisper, only to me, “I know I’m stupid. I know I don’t have the words to make it make sense, but Mother knows what she’s doing, and I–” She collected herself. “—I’ve had this done to me, and now that Dad’s gone, I’m going to do it to you…if that makes sense?”

“…please just don’t look…” It was all I could beg between the shudders and pathetic whimpers.

Sister’s fat lips clamped around my upper one, and she sucked it in, long and deep. There was a wet smack as she released it, then gentle sucklings as she caressed it. “It was never about shame.” And then she whispered much softer. “This is love.” Her slender finger entered me.

I arched and moaned, and she stayed right there with me, suckling my lip, gaze locked on my eyes. I clenched. Her finger paused. The wet dripping of all our saliva’s–mine, Sister’s, Mother’s–soaked into my burning skin. Sister suckled. I unclenched. She pressed herself deeper, and right then, I realized I felt another hand on her own: Mother’s. Mother’s hand was gripped around Sister’s fingers, pressing her inside me, guiding her on in.

Mother was watching. She saw my everything bare before her, her baby boy, and shoved Sister’s finger clear up to the knuckle.

Fully inside, Sister curled her finger around. The sensation was muted, but I felt her scrape some kind of bulb in there. It rocked my cock. Wet dribblings leaked out, moisted my gut, and all I could say to her was “don’t look.”

“I won’t. Promise.” Her breath filled me as did her prodding, and right then, I was wholly Sister’s.

Her finger pulled out. I heard the clicking of a bottle cap. Cold moisture leaked onto my upturned ass cheeks. A bigger hand rubbed, what I just realized was, lotion in: Mother’s touch, once again.

She brought the slop down. I felt her work it around my hole, around Sister’s finger, and Sister punched in again, this time, without friction. I realized Mother no longer hand a hold on Sister’s hand. Everything that happened from here on out was entirely my little sister’s doing.

She buried herself down all the way, until her palm cupped my cheeks. My hole stretched as another finger pushed inside. “Accept it,” Sister said, completely serious.

I clenched. She pulled out, pushed back in. “Accept it,” she said again, harsher tone.

I couldn’t. She pulled out, shoved back in, “Accept it!” And this time, she didn’t wait for me to relax, she forced her second finger straight through my tenderness.

I cried out. She pulled out. “Accept it!” A third finger shoved in. White hot pain convulsed my pelvis. I screamed. She screamed. “Accept it!” And slammed all three fingers into me, stretching more than I could take. They all curled upwards, rubbing that bulb on the inside of me, and it sent a thousand watt current straight to my dick.

Then, the humiliation began.

Sister didn’t just work her hand in and out. She straight up started fapping my ass. Nasty wet slops of lotion. Pain dulled into a harsh burning. Electricity pumped my cock. A spurt of watery semen shot out. “Accept it! Accept it! Accept it!” Sister’s wail was carnal and frantic. She screamed into my lips. I moaned into hers.

A gentle slice cut through all that pandemonium. Mother’s nails tickled scratched the insides of my thighs, brushing against my testicles, matting down the hair occasionally. “Easy, Boo. I love you. Easy, Boo. I love you…”

As hard as Sister fapped my ass, Mother gently repeated those words, surely watching as I was stretched bare right in front of her.

Just as I began to open to all three of Sister’s fingers, she spread her fingers apart while deep inside, stretching me wider, and the grossest thing happened: There was a sloppy wet lotiony fart. It rumbled and belched between her fingers. I felt my hole flap, and she didn’t even pause a beat, ever screaming down my throat, pumping me, massaging my insides, that electric bulb.

I felt like the scum of the Earth right then. Truly, this was penance.

And I began to bawl, blubbery and wholly without restraint. I was junk.

Even still, my cock responded, my hips bucked. My toes tingled. My throat swelled around a guttural moan. Stars filled my vision. And a whole body spasm overtook my sanity. I shot watery strings of semen all over myself. Powerful shots drenched me, never ending. My balls emptied before my family. Sister’s head lurched. A bead dripped off her brow, and she continued to pump me, milking every last glob from my body.