Category: Sister/Demon

by Writing Shark

The fight against evil

It’s already way too late and you fear that your sister, and whatever lives inside her, might have already woken up. But as you park your car in the driveway behind your parents’, the surroundings of your house look normal. Normal enough, anyway, that you’re pretty sure your sister hasn’t caused any more mayhem.

“Hi Finn!” Oh shit. Martha Hennesy comes dancing across the lawn, her bare breasts jiggling free and happy, her smile dim-witted but friendly. “Oh, you look, like, soooo gooood.” She licks her tongue and surveys your body with a hungry gaze as she comes to a stop in front of you.

“Mrs. Hennesy, I’m busy. Can we…” But the woman doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer but wraps her arm around yours and presses her heaving breasts against you.

“Oh please, Finn! Please! My daughter and I need your heeelp sooo baaad.” She points to her house and you see a long line of impatient-looking neighbors standing in front of her house. “You know, all these men want to fill us with their delicious sperm” she reports dreamily, pressing her hands together happily. But then she becomes sad. “But we have sooo little time and we are just too stupid to see a better way. Can you help us?” You just look at Mrs. Hennesy speechlessly. “Besides, Kamely is in love with you and desperately wants to have your baby.”

“Oh God, I’m going to be sick…”

“Oh nooo, what’s wrong sweetie?” The woman’s two full breasts press into your face but you smell the scent of so many men inside her that it only makes you queasy. With an angry shout you push the lady away from you.

“I’ve got enough shit on my hands right now that I can’t take care of you whores!” you nag at the poor woman who looks at you dejectedly.

“But Finn,” the grown woman pouts helplessly. “We have fucked so many men but we feel sooo empty. Can’t you help us fill this emptiness? Pleeease, Finn? We can’t do this alone.”

“I can’t…not now.” Rushed, you look at your watch and turn. Your whole world is on fire. “I’m sorry.” You leave Mrs. Hennesy as she calls bitterly after you. As you disappear into your own house, she dejectedly turns back to the line of men shoveling one by one into the home of the suburban woman and her daughter.

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“Fuck… Oh my God… Fuck…” Of course your parents are still fucking too, but have wandered through the living room and entryway to the stairs. Your dad is sitting on the stairs with his legs spread wide while your mom is happily giggling and bobbing up and down on his massive dick. At least she’s wearing a white apron now and all you can hear is the wet smacking of her wet cunt.

“Hello… oh… honey. Food is ha… on the table…”

“I’m not hungry” you just say and look up. Of course they don’t stop and as you try to push past the fucking couple your mother reaches out her hands to you.

“You look… ha… tired. Do you want me to mmmh…suck your cock darling…ha…” You spurt upstairs and sink back against your bedroom door in the hallway. Only your mother’s bobbing head makes you move while her husband fucks her up the stairs. Before you can open your room door, you look to the side and see that the door to your sister’s room is still open.

You quickly take a look into the room. Nothing has changed and you almost think you see Mackie lying peacefully in her sheets. But you know that she is tied to your bed in your room. Then you see the summoning board, recognize it from the books you have with you. It’s really true. Mackie has summoned a demon.

It’s time for you to face the truth, no matter how crazy it is. Mackie is possessed by a demon that’s controlling her. And while your mother crawls through the hallway panting and moaning at your father, his dick probably up her ass this time judging by her shrill voice, both disfigured and strangers to you, your neighbors dumb bimbos and well on their way to becoming the hottest whores in town, you have a lucid, quiet moment.

The world is crumbling around you. Everything has changed. But something is the same. And what the demon couldn’t do, you can. You change.

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“Mackie?” Your sister hangs her head still where you left her. You move toward the bed, put the bag of books and tools from Serene next to the bed, and sit with your sister. Your fingers go under her chin and lift her head, letting you look into her lovely face. “I’m so sorry” you whisper “I didn’t know how much you wanted it. I thought I could control it for both of us.” You smile at the sleeping girl. “But you are so strong. You have such a strong will. And I’m so proud of you.” You chuckle vigorously, but the time for doubt is over. “I know what to do now. And I know you trust me. My dear little sister.” Your face approaches hers. Your fingers feel her soft skin. You smell her scent, sweet and gentle. And you notice her shallow breath. “I love you, Mackie.” Then you kiss her on the mouth. “And I’m going to get you back.”

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Lilith hasn’t felt anything like this before. It would be like she was possessed by a demon herself but knows that she can’t. It’s like waking up from a sleep she only knows from mortals, inducing it in her victims, but not in herself. She tries to open the eyelids of the stupid girl, but only succeeds at the second attempt. The fatigue of the body continues on her. But then she recognizes the boy because of whom she was summoned.

Lilith has already possessed many people but this is new. Often they tried to expel her. Desperate fathers who wanted to have their chaste daughters back or husbands who did not want their wife to fuck with the whole village. She knows men, Lilith knows exactly how they work. But this one… She looks into his eyes. Lilith knows that it is much later than the last time she was summoned, she had her fun. But men stay the same. But this one… His look is so different. Different even than before he had overpowered her.

“Lilith.”

“What…” Lilith tries to move, the body she possesses, but it doesn’t work.

“Lilith.” His eyes stare at her darkly and steadily, showing none of the concern and confusion she so appreciates in her victims.

“Yes?” A triumphant smile spreads across his face as if he has won something. His face… She wants to kiss it, wants to fuck him, feel his tongue deep in her wet hole. But not like this. She realizes that something has changed in him. And she couldn’t claim him for herself. Something is wrong.

“That’s it.”

“What’s…happening…”

“It’s time we talk.”

by Writing Shark

A Solution

“Your girlfriend really is a pervert,” smiles the tattooed librarian when she sees what you’re reading in the book. You’d be right to be left alone, having to lie to protect your sister, but the fact that Serene doesn’t seem surprised that you take the subject of demon possession and exorcisms seriously, as well as her obvious fascination with the occult, works in your favor.

“Yeah,” you mutter, “she’s really into that stuff. The more realistic the better.” Serene leans past you with her hair touching your shoulder.

“She definitely has good taste. I would have picked Lilith, too.”

“Who?” The girl points to an ancient picture of a demon with horns and a goat’s tail all in red.

“Lilith. The demoness of lust and depravity.” Serene grins cheekily at you. “Just the thing for kinky role-playing.”

“Oh, man…” You bury your face in your hands, but feel the girl’s fingers on your shoulders.

“This is good, trust me. Your girlfriend was thinking something. Lilith was once an angel but was betrayed and corrupted by her beloved. Now she is looking for new partners but since she lost faith in humanity… hehe… and because she has too much libido, that’s why she occupies and corrupts innocent girls to do her will. Your girlfriend has found a good way to let her kinky side hang out.”

“Yeah…”

“Hey. It could have been worse. Lilith doesn’t demand blood sacrifices. Not even animals and stuff. She feeds on bodily fluids of all kinds and gets stronger that way.”

“What happens when this… this Lilith… what happens when she gets stronger?”

“She corrupts the whole world. Hehe. Is your girlfriend planning on having a threesome with you, by any chance?”

“Oh god, I’m going to be sick.”

“Don’t worry. Nothing satanic or anything. You can only do that with an extra woman.”

“Yeah… okay… So how do I cast Lilith out of my… my girlfriend?” Now Serene frowns.

“Are you a cock amputee?” You’ve been asked that many times today but the squeezing feeling in your pants reminds you that everything Serene says seems to be true. “Why would you exorcise Lilith? Listen, your girlfriend definitely wants you to fuck her hard. There’s something good there. She’s looking for a way to be with you without having to be a good girl. You can have both. Cuddle sex and hardcore.” Serene winks at you. “And just let me know if you need someone else for a cum pact.” You get sick. Of course, you’re a man, and everything works for you as it should. Recently even better than before, considering the iron ram between your legs.

“But…. Fuck I want too… I want the sweet side of my… Girlfriend. You know?”

“Oh you are a cute little one.”

“Yeah yeah, thanks. But seriously. I think my girlfriend” this time you don’t have to fight titling Mackie like that “wants some cuddle sex too, you know? Is there any way to get Lilith out of her?” Serene grins and sticks to her choice of words to take it all as real. Apparently, she gets some perverse pleasure out of pretending demons and all that really exist.

“Okay, I get it. You’re not that depraved. So there’s good news and bad news. The bad is Lilith is very strong. Only hope is stronger than lust. That makes Lilith very powerful and hard to exorcise. But at least you can control her.”

“How?” you look hopefully at Serene but she just grins cheekily.

“Melodie, you can come out.” Startled, you turn around and see the little student from your school scurrying out from behind a bookshelf. Her cheeks are red and she can’t look you in the face. “Melody darling be a sweetheart and watch the library for a minute, will you?” The girl nods shyly, then looks at you briefly, but then quickly looks away and clings to some books in her arms.

“What are you doing?” you ask as Serene stands up and pulls you with her.

“I thought you said you didn’t have much time.” She winks at you as she pulls you out of the room. “And something tells me you’re going to need my help with this, too.”

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“This is not a good idea,” you keep saying. “It’s really not a good idea.”

“What is it with you?” wants to know Serene defiantly while running her finger over a long row of large and small dildos in various colors and sizes. “Do you even want to have fun with your girlfriend? I think it’s really remarkable that she goes so far as to play possessed for you so you two can have more fun in bed. Hmm, this one maybe?” She holds a strange-looking dildo out to you. “It’s modeled after a horse.”

“Serene…”

“I get it. Man you’re a pussy. If I wasn’t so nice I’d leave you here alone.”

“Yeah… okay…” You look around, pained. The idea was to find out about demons and such, and Serene really sparked an idea in you. Of course, you hate and loathe everything that has to do with that idea.

“My girlfriend… She likes it when I… sexually control her.”

“Sounds logical,” says your companion while looking at a flabby dildo with big nubs on the shaft. She knows her stuff. “Remember that she is possessed by Lilith. Even though this demon is strong, if you’re all about control instead of a wild time, okay.” She waves you with her. “Then I would recommend this. Do you know how one of these things works?” You just nod and Serena laughs in an amused but pitying way. “I like you, Finn,” she then says good-naturedly. “You’re really cute. But you really need to take more care of yourself and your girlfriend. She wants to be controlled by you, you know? That’s why she pretends to be Lilith. Don’t worry, she just wants to let out her wild side, your girlfriend is smart. And I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear you’re taking matters into your own hands.” You nearly collapse under her friendly tap on the shoulder. “Finn. Look at me. Your girlfriend is counting on you to take care of her, okay? She’s counting on you to understand what she needs.” Again, you can only nod but know Serene is right.

“Okay. Okay, I understand.”

“That’s good. Now go fuck your girlfriend out of her mind.” You leave the store and the weird librarian, but not without her calling after you. “And don’t forget me when your girlfriend wants a threesome.”

by Writing Shark

Finding new friends (sort of)

As your sister squats motionless on your bed, bound and in control, you notice something about your own body.

“What the…” You look like a caricature of a man, your cock massive and your body more muscular than before. You look to Mackie. The grotesque porn-like state of your body tells you everything you want to know. Quickly you put your clothes back on, your nakedness was only to lull whatever Mackie now is into safety. You are sure now, Mackie is not herself but… something else.

Carefully you try not to touch your powerful tool that even now in its flaccid state dangles menacingly large between your legs. The first pair of underpants is torn apart by your strength. The second one hurts your crotch. Cursing, you grab a pair of boxers, then continue to dress. Then you go downstairs. At the foot of the stairs you stop, but it’s no use.

Your father has by now fucked your mother through half the living room, leaving behind him a strain of combined body fluids, and has now laid her sweaty body with her back over the sofa backrest. Her oversized breasts arch into the room and jiggle while your father’s hairy hands greedily knead her sweaty flesh.

“Finn darling why don’t you come join us?” your mother exclaims, holding out her hand to you as her head hangs from the sofa upside down. Her hair wiggles across the floor and cum runs down from her face over her hair. The sight of the two excites and disgusts you. But Mackie is important now and you can’t let your feelings get in the way, good or bad.

“You want me to put my cock in your mouth?” you ask as you feel sick. Willow Lindon nods eagerly, a strand of cum running down her eye.

“I’ll go to town and buy you a big dildo if you behave and keep fucking Dad until I get back.”

“Yippi!” the usually reserved woman shrieks, her arms dragging across the sweaty floor.

“Don’t go up to Mackie, you understand? She… I fucked her… I fucked her so hard she can’t walk.”

“That’s my boy,” grunts your father. He has grown hairier and more muscular, reminding you more of a caveman than the man who makes the money in this household.

“Right,” you mutter but then pull yourself together. “Mackie’s mine, all right? She’s… fuck. She’s my personal fuck toy, okay?”

“Okaydokay,” your mother grins, then her eyes twist in an orgasm that makes her juice squirt all over the room.

You leave the house in a hurry.

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“Hello? Is there anyone here who can help me?” Great, you think to yourself. So much for you having a plan.

Your heart stops for a moment when you see the petite girl who almost threatens to disappear behind her large glasses. After today’s experiences, you are afraid that you could somehow be contagious and spoil this girl with your viciousness.

“What book are you looking for?” she wants to know in a soft voice. As the librarian of your city’s university, she does a good job, smiling politely at you and trying not to notice your rushed expression.

“All about ancient magic. Oh, and new age magic too… if there is any.” You know the girl from your school, but don’t know her name. Apparently, she works here after school as a substitute or something, at least she looks around the large room filled with bookshelves like searching for the first time. Your high school is not far from the university.

“I’d suggest the middle ages section” she finally says, waving you along with her. “You’re Finn, right?” she asks, giving you a look over her petite shoulder.

“What?” You weren’t listening.

“I’m Melodie,” she says kindly. We have math and PE together.”

“Ah yes, okay.” You don’t mean to be mean to Melodie but your sister turns the people you care about into wild sex-crazed monsters. “I’m also looking for something about demons and all that,” you say a little helplessly.

“That’s interesting.” The girl strokes her hair back and smiles at you while you stand in front of the shelves of old books. “Like, novels or…”

“Practical application,” you mean, only now realizing how crazy that must sound. But it’s about Mackie. “Summoning, possessing people…well…that sort of thing…”

“Oh.” Melody looks crestfallen. “Wait a minute.” She disappears for a minute, then returns with one of her colleagues.

The young woman standing behind Melodie also wears large glasses but otherwise differs from the shy Melodie in almost every way. Where the first one looks small, cute and innocent with her small breasts and cute nose, the second one blows bubbles with chewing gum and has a cheeky grin on her face while presenting her breasts more proudly than reservedly all while looking at you appraisingly. “That’s Serene,” the younger girl murmurs. “She goes to university here.”

“And you’re looking for something about demons?” the other girl wants to know. You can only nod. “Are you trying to make fun of my religion?”

“What, no. I’m just… I’m looking for something… shit.” Serene chuckles.

“Did you lose a bet?”

“No! Fuck! I’m looking for something about demon-possessing and all that shit. And I still have…” You look at your phone. “Two hours until I have to be back home.”

“Baby,” Serene teases while Melodie doesn’t take her eyes off you. Then the older one shrugs. “Come with me then.”

by Writing Shark

Fight with the beast

You don’t know how it happened but as you push open the door to your room something inside you is wounded. Your heart is bleeding. And your hand hurts, almost like it’s resisting holding Mackie so tightly by her hair.

“What are you doing, you cock-amputee peasant? Let go of me and fuck a baby in my belly!”

Your parents protested, your mother begged, your father grunted menacingly, but in the end the two of them were too busy with primeval fucking to prevent you from dragging Macke up the stairs like a war booty. There is something dark in her, something evil, something depraved. But you are a man and you are stronger. With force you throw her onto your bed and her body bobs around on the soft sheets.

“Oh that’s right” she laughs as you lock the door and slip the key into your pants, the fabric of which stretches over your colossal erection. “You want me all to yourself. Why don’t you say so?” Grinning greedily, your sister spreads her legs for you and strokes the insides of her thighs with her elegant fingers. “Dad’s got a huge cock,” she says dreamily. “Excellent job. Did you see how much he spread Mom? You can do that to me too. I’m all yours. You don’t have to share me with Dad.” As she speaks you lean into the closet and press your lips together. What the hell happened to you, Mackie? Where is my dear sister? I want my sister back! I love… You find what you are looking for and turn to the strange girl on your bed.

“Lie down,” you say sternly. Her eyes fall on your hands.

“Oh,” she whispers wickedly when she sees the belt in your hand. “Now I understand.” Swinging, she rolls over and sticks her butt out at you. “I’ve been a really naughty girl. Punish me, Finn! Brother!”

Then your sister’s happy squealing fills the room as she feels the weight of your body on her. From below, the animalistic sounds of your parents drift up, your mother’s screeching, your father’s grunting. They sound like mating animals, wild and rampant. And below you lies your little sister, her body feeble, her words harsh and slippery.

“I’m your big brother,” you say as you tie her hands.

“Yes, brother you are.” She squirms with pleasure on her belly, turning her head around and pressing her tight ass against your lap. “So big and hard for me.”

“I’m doing this for you.”

“Do me, brother!” Then Mackie is tied up. She lies on her stomach, her head facing you.

And you go weak.

“I’ve always wanted to see you like this” you admit to yourself and her eyes light up.

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“Oh God no…” cries Mackie, the real Mackie, in the darkness of her box. She can feel everything her possessed body does, and in a way, see and experience everything too. But she can’t intervene. She has the taste of her mother in her mouth, traumatized by the experiences, the fear and the powerlessness. She had thought, hoped, her brother would save her. But now he is standing by the bed, his pants almost tearing under the power the evil entity has given him. Mackie can understand him, even if it breaks her heart. She always wanted to show herself like this in front of him, too. Vulnerable and subjected to him. His little sister. She can’t be angry with him, but the thought that she will lose him because of the stupid things she has done breaks her heart.

“Then take me now” she hears herself say, feeling the desire between her legs, all-consuming. “Take me now and I’ll be yours forever. Brother and sister forever joined.”

“Not yet. Stay here and be a good girl.”

“Okay brother,” purrs the Evil Being. Then Finn disappears from the room. “Hey, you!” Evil Mackie bangs on the box. “Why are you still here?”

“Let me out! Please!” begs Mackie but Evil Mackie just laughs.

“You’ll never get out of there little thing. Have fun watching. Even your brother can’t resist your tight cunt.” Then the door to the room opens. Finn is naked.

“Didn’t I tell you so?” But Mackie can only look out the slit of her box at her brother’s huge penis, the harsh muscles stretching like steel cables beneath his skin. He himself probably hasn’t even noticed as he moves to the bed, and Mackie feels his weight moving the mattress, something she’s always liked, it made her slide closer to him. That’s how it’s happening now, too. And somehow Mackie is happy to finally feel the body above her that she so desires, to look into the eyes she has fallen in love with.

“What…?” She recognizes it because she is his sister. Faster than the evil being.

“I’m sorry.” Then everything goes dark.

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You know enough about medications that you know how your mother’s sleeping pills work and you have paid close attention to the description. Macke resists but with the cuffs on her hands, you have an even easier time. Your cock twitches and strokes the hot skin of the girl under you while your hand rests over her eyes. She wants to scream and curse you but you waited for that and forcefully pour her the pills together with the high-proof vodka. Again, you were careful and you are sure that it will work as you foresaw. It shouldn’t take long for Macke to pass out, but it shouldn’t be so strong that she suffers any damage. You have calculated the LD 50 exactly, even under alcohol.

It doesn’t take long and Macke doesn’t move. Only then do you allow yourself to collapse on the bed and fight your own panic attack. While the animalistic moans of your parents come from downstairs, you try to prevent your life from collapsing.

You love Mackie, have always loved her. And somehow you know that she loves you too. But that’s exactly why you couldn’t act. What you have is too important, too fragile and if one of you breaks it, then Mackie has nothing left in her life. You can’t let that happen. You love her too much for that. So much that you resist the primeval urge that comes from her and so much that you can forgive her for whatever she has done. And even if you don’t know what it is, you know that something has to be done.

You rise and look at the sleeping, limp body of your sister. Images flash before your inner eye, you on top of her, her legs wrapped tightly around you, your mouths joined in carnal pleasure. This too is part of your love, and now that Mackie has become more primal, more raw, you must admit to yourself that it is time to acknowledge these feelings.

You turn back to the closet. You don’t have many belts, but they are enough to bind her feet as well, and then, carefully and prudently, tie her body to the heavy post of your bed.

“Whatever it is, little sister, I will protect you. I’m going to get you out of there.”

by Writing Shark

You get behind it. So does your father.

“Mom! Dad!” You hope your parents are home. Maybe they can solve whatever is going on.

“We’re in the living room honey” you hear your mother’s voice.

“Thank God,” you gasp in relief, turning to Mackie…and freeze. A devilish smile is on her lips.

“Did you…” She nods, baring her teeth.

“No help from them,” she says cheekily. Quickly you grab her by the arm and drag her to the living room.

There, your worst and horniest fears are confirmed. Your mother, a colorless housewife, squats on the freshly cleaned living room carpet, her arms and legs spread wide, the massive body of your father, previously an ordinary man, behind her.

“Hello, you two” Willow Lindon greets you while her ripe breasts jiggle in time with your father’s pounding thrusts. Her hair is tousled over her shoulders and her smile is dim and washed out as she tries to focus on her children. “Shouldn’t you be in school?” You can only stare at the scene before you. Your father hasn’t noticed you yet, is too focused on ramming his cock into your mother with animalistic fury while their combined love juices hang to the floor in clingy strings. Then you see the white powder on the woman’s torso whose image you can never banish from your mind.

“What did you do?” you hiss at Mackie. “Mom… is that… cocaine!” But Mackie just giggles, even as you pull her petite body close to you.

“What’s cocaine?”

“What is…what else is it?”

“It’s flour, honey,” your mother moans, her hands clenching into voluptuous fists as her husband works her ass with the flat of his hand. “I wanted to prepare you hnngh… something for dinner but ha… but your father oh…”

“A good wife gives her cunt to the man of the house whenever he asks for it” you hear Mackie speak next to you in a devilish tone. She moves away from you and saunters over to her mother while her ass shakes invitingly under her small pants and she pulls her shirt off her body. You’re too weak to stop what’s happening.

“I’m so proud of you honey” your mother purrs, holding out her arm while the other begins to tremble under your father’s fierce assaults. “Come here…” Mackie, her denim shorts more of a slip than a pair of pants and now only in a bra, her childlike breasts anything but chaste and with pointed nipples under the fabric, leans down to her mother.

“Oh Mommy” she moans, stroking the face of the older (she too seems a few years younger) woman.

“Put tongue in bitch’s mouth” grunts your father, sounding angry. He grabs Mackie by the hair, who squeals happily and pulls the women’s heads together. “Horny women kiss like whores.”

“Honey,” moans Willow Lindon.

“Mom,” purrs Mackie Lindon. Then the two’s lips meet and there’s nothing familiar about their kiss. It’s like two paid whores kissing for your father, who rams his cock into your mother’s overflowing cunt with even more relish, watching his family’s goings-on with a fiery gaze.

You start to tremble and clench your hands into fists. This can’t be happening, you think to yourself, but your eyes see your innocent little sister’s hands lift and go under her mother’s white bra. Seeing the two women makes you angry and sad.

And it makes you horny.

And this makes you even more angry.

You know it’s wrong but neither Willow nor Mackie act like family members and both of them are, Mackie always, Willow maybe always, but now definitely, very attractive women.

“Fuck Mom your udders are so gorgeous. Why can’t I have udders like you?” gasps Mackie, leaning down and freeing one of her mother’s swinging breasts. Almost reverently, her hands place themselves underneath, then she grins, opens her lips, sticks out her wet pink tongue and sucks on the flesh. Your legs go weak at the sight and adrenaline makes your skin tingle.

“Oh darling,” Willow hums dreamily as her cunt smacks around her husband’s cock. “Yeah, suck me dry. You have nice breasts too.”

“But I want them to be as plump and magnificent as yours.” Carefully and gracefully your mother raises her arm and pats her daughter’s shiny hair as she continues to suck and thrust her tight ass at you in her hot shorts.

“Don’t worry darling. You are my beloved daughter and someday your udders will grow as nice as mine.” Willow kisses her child gently on the forehead, almost maternally. “Mine Are so big because I squeezed you and your brother out of my tight teenie cunt. Someday you too will… oh… become a woman and have beautiful, big… fuck!… full breasts like me.” Her eyes turn to you and you feel the cold in your heart and the heat in your crotch. “You just need to get a… ficking god yes honey… a baby fucked in your… right there… in your fucking!… you belly.”

“Mom… that can’t…” With a wet ‘mmmuah’ Macke releases her mother’s stiff nipple from her greedy mouth, twirls it with her fingers and turns her head to you as well.

“That’s an excellent idea mom” she hums seductively while holding the shivering body of her mother. “But who’s going to stuff his stiff, hard thingy up my tight, innocent little cunny and make my tummy go ‘bang’?” Her voice is as innocent as you know it but her words… “I’m still an innocent virgin” and her lips twist into an innocent dirty smile.

“Your brother has always…hnnn… helped you in other…ha… ways, hasn’t he? Maybe he can…” The two women look at you expectantly. The energy of your father fucking into his wife continues through their bodies, making Mackie wobble under his thrusts as well.

“What do you say bro?” she grins cheekily, but then goes all feminine again. “Will you help me get my boobs round and full and put me a brother sister baby in my belly?”

“Please honey?” your mother agrees with her daughter. “Harold is already making this family bigger. Won’t you contribute to it too?”

“I’m all yours brother. You know that.”

“Fuck sister. Go!” your father grunts, ramming into his wife so hard that her abdomen is lifted off the ground.

“Mackie… I can’t just…” you say weakly, knowing it’s no use.

“Yes you can,” she retorts, a little angry, a little hazy. “We both know it. You’re hot for me. For your little…” she wiggles her butt. “Hot…” her hand goes under the tight fabric of her jeans. “Willingly…” You see the start of her young butt cheeks, the gap leading down to… “Sister…”

You are powerless against it. Your instincts take over.

by Writing Shark

Another rude awakening

“Oh shit,” you growl. The sun is already bright in the sky and you feel like you’ve been run over by Patton’s third army, by every tank and jeep and truck one at a time. Three times. But like Patton, you have a goal. “Mackie?” You jump up in bed. Your sister is not with you. “Mackie!”

You swing out of bed and hurry out of the room. You call out to her throughout the house but she doesn’t answer. “What happened last night?” You start to feel cold fear. You’ve never seen Mackie react like that before. You call your sister again but no one answers.

Finally, you’ve had enough and push open the door to the street. Your family lives in a fancy row house in a cul de sac in the suburbs of the city with nice neighbors and good people. A good life you can only enjoy, though, if you find Mackie. You hurry down the street.

“Mackie!” you call out again.

“You’re looking for your sister?” you hear the familiar voice of Martha Hennesy, your kind-hearted neighbor, beside you.

“Yes. She’s disappeared. Did you happen to see where she…” You turn to the woman and are almost scared to death. “My God!”

Mrs. Hennesy is no longer the same woman. You recognize her kind eyes and her voice, but her body has changed radically. Whereas before she was a flat-chested, polite and reserved housewife, now she resembles… something entirely different.

“I’m sure you’ll find her,” the woman says kindly, smiling in the same way she usually does. Only there is no trace of her chaste reserve anymore while her plump breasts try with all their might to push against the semi-transparent white summer dress that covers her body more badly than right. The woman steps a little closer to you and you realize that she seems to have lost some years while her formerly brown hair now sparkles platinum blond in the noonday sun. “Is little Mackie in trouble?” Her voice is so innocent but her body drips with wickedness.

“I, uh, need to find her,” you stammer as your eyes fall on her round porn tits. Her nipples stand out stiff and voluptuous, almost poking through the thin fabric.

“Oh I know something!” your neighbor exclaims, bouncing up and down excitedly so that her breasts jiggle hypnotically. She seems… dumber than before, you realize, but your head already aches too much to worry about it. “Kamely! Kamely honey come here!”

“Cumming Mom,” comes the voice of Mrs. Hennesy’s daughter.

“Oh no…”

Whatever happened to her mother has also happened to Kamely, and the eager-to-learn teenager with the ambitions of a successful lawyer looks like a caricature of a Playboy bunny as she comes bouncing across the lawn, her arms pressed to her sides, tits jiggling and also showing off long blonde, formerly brown hair. Her dress is even more provocative than her mother’s, and her lips pucker into a pumped-up smile when she sees you.

“Hello Finn” she greets you and raises her hand pushing her broad breasts aside. Her stiff nipple slips out of its tight prison but she doesn’t seem to notice. “Do you need something?”

“He misses his sister” her mother explains. Kamely giggles girlishly.

“I miss her, too. Cute thing.” She drags her eyes, moans, and presses her hand into her lap. “I saw her” she then says.

“Where?” you want to know excitedly. You need to get Mackie out of this madness as soon as possible. Kemely shows you the direction and doesn’t care about her exposed chest. “Thank you,” you say and start moving. You too need to get out of here as soon as possible.

“Give her a kiss for me” the girl with whom you are going to class calls after you.

“From me, too!” exclaims Mrs. Hennessy, too.

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“Oh shit…” There’s Mackie. And there are three, four…five boys. You’re getting closer. Of course, you find your sister here, in the schoolyard. She’s a smart girl, likes to learn, and has lots of friends here. But not the five… six boys who are surrounding her right now. You know them, they go to another class below yours, they’re older than your sister. Mackie must be scared. “Oh shit!” You start to run as you see what your sister is wearing. Mackie is not scared.

“What?” you hear her amused voice giggle. “All of you at once? And in where? In all the holes?” She sounds so happy, swinging from side to side in her tight white sports bra and short cut-off jean shorts. She flirts with the boys. “Of course, you can take me. Right here if you want.”

“Hey!” You grab one of the guys by the shoulder, then wince. It’s Walter, a nerd you actually like. But his eyes have changed, are wild and glassy.

“Fuck off,” he spits in your face. “Time for some pussy!” Then he turns back to your laughing sister who presses her finger to her made-up lips.

“Come on guys,” she encourages them, “Show me. Break me.” She laughs happily as several hands approach her.

With a furious yell, you grab Walter and hurl him back several feet against a wall. The other guys go at you like zombies, some jumping at you while others try to get at Mackie. But you’re stronger, much stronger, and soon bodies are flying around.

In a haze, you see what you are doing but in your head, Mackie floats around, with no time to think of what happens right now.

“What are you doing?” your sister shrieks as you grab her and lift her over your shoulder. “Let go of me? Let them fuck me! I want to be fucked! Let me make them better!” But you don’t listen to her, barely feeling her blows on your back as you carry her home, leaving the angry and cursing boys behind you.

You feel like the world has ended as the boys don’t run after you but head off to school hooting wildly.

“Let me watch!” screeches Macke but your steps only accelerate further.

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“Fuck,” you curse. Mrs. Hennesy and her daughter are wrestling with each other naked in the grass, driving their tongues between their thighs while their breasts swirl wildly. The two never usually use the front yard, are too modest for that, but now they are doing it wildly in the midday sun. Some neighbors stand around them, mostly men who have night jobs or are retired. Others watch from a distance or from the shelter of their houses. Some have already freed their cocks from their pants, others are just watching or filming the play with their cell phones.

“Let me get in on this! I want to suck their dicks. I wanhmmpf…” You press your hand over Mackie’s mouth and carry her out the driveway. Your parents’ car is in there, they haven’t left for work yet. But you don’t have time to wonder, and you lock the door behind you.

by Writing Shark

A rude awakening

With difficulty Lilith opens the eyes of her vessel and tries to perceive her surroundings.

“What’s going on…” Something has gone wrong, she knows it. Then she feels the body wrapping around hers, the arms of the boy her mission is for. “Oh yeah,” she giggles wickedly. Immediately she is overcome with devilish lust and the body she has taken possession of reacts through her control in the same way as Lilith carefully lifts the sleeping boy’s arms.

She kneels beside him and one of her hands goes under the unfamiliar fabric of the pants of the girl she has captured. Her fingers travel to the hole with which she will soon have much fun. Her vessel is wet and ready. Lilith smiles.

“Good” she whispers, looking at the sleeping boy while realizing she has control over her body. “Let’s get started.” Her goal is important now, and only her goal. Her mission is clear, and when she completes it, the girl’s body is hers. It feels good, young and flexible. Lilith can handle it well and it seems pretty and fuckable enough for her to have a lot of fun in this new world.

She puts the girl’s hands on the boy’s chest. She sees the bite marks on his shoulder, red and clearly visible. Her sign. It connects her to him, just as her naive summoner wanted. She raises her arm and bites into it, drawing the same mark in her skin, where the pure virgin blood flows underneath, and she feels the tension coursing through her body as she connects with him.

“Now for you, you horny fucker.” Her eyes travel downward. If she’s the queen, she wants a king. Her hands settle on the bulge under his pants and press lightly. A needy moan escapes her throat as she feels the boy’s cock. A little wicked energy, a little more she thinks to herself, and his cock grows wider and wider. A nasty giggle then her hands move up to his torso. Hot steam rises from his body, soaking his shirt and pants as his body changes, growing stronger and more prominent. Lilith licks her lips. She will enjoy this body again and again for all eternity.

“Just one more thing.” She places the fingers of her vessel on the boy’s temples. “Be mine. My king. Reign with me and fuck me.” She feels the tingling begin in her neck as the wicked energies begin to flow, subduing the boy to her.

“No!”

“What the-” Lilith is jerked back and falls off the bed as if she were tied to a hellhound. “What was that?”

“You can’t have him! I don’t want it!”

It can’t be. Staggering, Lilith straightens up. Again she wants to climb onto the bed, to fulfill her diabolical mission to be free. But again something screams in her head, throwing her back.

“Cursed,” she mutters. Then she suspects it. She growls angrily, closes her eyes and retreats into her mind. There, in the depths of her subconscious, she finds the small box in which she has locked the spirit of the girl she possessed. But the box is not locked and the chains around it are loose. The box is open a crack. “What is this?” Lilith wants to know and walks towards the box. Suddenly hands stretch out of the box, her hands, no, the hands of her vessel.

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“Finn?” Mackie looks around the room. Then she gasps in surprise as she feels the insistent throbbing in her womb. Her desire is so strong that she drops to her knees. She wants to press her hands into her lap, use her fingers to do things she has almost never done… but she sees her brother lying on her bed like a corpse, hot steam evaporating from his body, the room damp and warm. “Finn!” She staggers toward him but then feels like some force is yanking her back. Then she finds herself in the cramped darkness of the box in her mind.

“Get out!” a girl hisses at her from outside in her own voice. “This body is mine!”

“No!” protests Mackie, “Leave me alone!”

“Fuck you, you whore! You called me and now let me fulfill my destiny!”

In her tight, dark box, Mackie finally understands the awful truth. It has worked. She summoned something and now she is trapped in her own body. Then she feels the soft fabric of the carpet under her feet even though it’s not her moving her body across the room toward her brother.

“He’s mine! All of you are mine!” she hears herself say. Mackie has to do something. She has to protect her brother! From herself.

“No!” she shouts again, bracing herself against the box. The lid snaps up, giving her a glimpse of her body approaching Finn.

“It’s okay,” she hears the creature say in her own voice. “Just a little magic and you’ll be together forever. Except he’ll be fucking me, not you, over and over and over and…”

“No!” The lid of the box flies up. Mackie is free, back in her body, bent over Finn. Tears stream down her face.

Again she has ruined everything.

“Finn I’m so sorry” she sobs, cupping his cheeks with her delicate trembling fingers. She doesn’t have much time, feeling the creature struggle against the bonds that also hold her back when it is in control. Mackie is weak, she can’t fight back.

She is lost.

And all she wants is to tell her beloved brother that it’s not his fault. That he doesn’t have to feel sad for what she’s about to do.

And she wants to tell him that she loves him more than anything in life and that she wants him to be happy. She wants to protect him. She wants to protect him so much that she doesn’t kiss him on the mouth. She presses her lips to his forehead. A tear falls from her cheek onto his skin.

“What are you doing?” the angry being in her head wants to know. “You’re ruining everything! No!” Mackie pulls back, sad, defeated.

“I love you, Brother.”

“NO!”

Then Mackie loses her strength again and is locked back in the box. The creature kicks and bangs furiously against the crate from the outside, beating it with its chains, screaming and yelling out its anger and rage. Mackie curls up into a ball and cries, alone and abandoned in the darkness.

She is only happy that she could see Finn one last time, to touch him, and her last thought is of him before she falls asleep. The chains finally close around her narrow prison.

by Writing Shark

Two in One

Nora was the last one at the party for Mackie. You had to send the guests home early but you don’t mind. You feel sorry for your little sister, you know she is not well and you try to make it as easy as possible for her. One last time you look at the sky.

I haven’t seen such a storm in a long time, you think to yourself, then you go inside.

It takes a while to clean up the living room and the kitchen. Your parents left you alone for a date night and you don’t want them to come back to a battlefield.

You’re about to get a rag from the kitchen when there’s a flash of light that makes you squint. When you open them again, it’s almost as if you see a shadow scurrying up the wall to the stairs, then the deafening thunder hits.

“Mackie!” you call upstairs and start moving. You knock on her door but hear no cries of fear. She usually comes running to cuddle with you during storms. Still, you are worried.

Carefully you open the door and peek into the dark room. On her bed you see the blanket under which your dear sister is lying. She does not move.

How could she not have noticed?

But all the better. You close the door again and go downstairs.

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After an hour you go to bed. The apartment is clean and tidy and you are tired and looking forward to sleep. Not even the storm raging outside can change your tiredness.

You lie down in bed, your room is next to your sister’s, but everything is still quiet there. Finally you look out the window into the storm and the heavy rain. Nora has already written to you that she is safe at home and that everything is quiet at her place, just a few miles away. Kamiley, your neighbor, show her lights in the next house, indicating she too has arrived after this wrecked party and she too has send you a comforting message. And Mackie has not shown himself either. Calmly you close your eyes.

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But you wake up soon. You’ve been dreaming of bad things, but can only hazily remember swirling shadows and urgent words. You roll over in bed.

Then you open your eyes.

The door to your room is open and the little backlight from the hallway reveals a figure in the doorway. Quickly, you sit up.

“Who…” You rub your eyes. “Mackie?”

Your little sister stands motionless in the doorway, her arms hanging down her body and the battered shirt she got from you lying askew over her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep brother,” you hear her voice. She sounds so different. “Can I… sleep with you?”

“Sure thing” you say and sit up, swinging your legs out of bed and beckoning the girl over.

Her movements are so different but maybe she’s just tired.

And then everything changes as your little sister steps in front of you.

“What…”

Her arms rest on your shoulders and her face comes close to you. It’s dark in the room and her disheveled hair falls in her face but you recognize her devilish grin.

“Mackie…” Then her head snaps forward. You dodge backward as your sister tries to kiss you. “Mackie don’t do that.”

“I’m so lonely brother,” she says, taking the opportunity to sit on your lap. “Please kiss me.” Her voice is so seductive, her movements so graceful yet demanding. Her body presses against you and you feel her small breasts press against your chest through your old shirt. You have held her so often, given her comfort and closeness when she needed it. But this is different.

“Mackie no!” you cry desperately, grabbing her. Your sister laughs dirty as if the power struggle amuses her. Then her voice turns all innocent.

“What’s wrong with you Finn? I’m your sister. Don’t you want me?”

“N…” You can’t answer. You’ve rarely denied Mackie a wish, and in your head… and heart, you want to obey her this time, too. “No!” You grip her tighter and keep her at a distance. Her expression looks confused.

“What are you doing?” she asks, frowning, blinking. Then her head jerks back and her eyes fix on you again. “Finn! Help me!”

“What the…”

“I don’t want this. There’s something wrong. I… I want to feel you inside me.” Her voice changes mid-sentence and there’s that devilish smile again.

“Mackie! What’s wrong?” This time your sister gets angry. She struggles against your grip.

“Let go of me you peasant! Let go of me and stick your cock in my tight teeny cunt! Fuck me and… help me, Finn! Don’t let me… Put your cock in my wet hole and make me a baby you horny stud!”

You shake Mackie who is getting angrier and angrier in your grip and rubs her lap against yours as if she wants to start a fire. Your cock twitches in your pants but you have learned to deal with that. Then her gaze changes.

“Finn help me,” your sister begs again. “I don’t want you to. Not really. Not like this. Please don’t hurt me. Please…” You press her against you, hug her, are very close to her. Then she starts to struggle again. “Why don’t you obey me and fuck me you fucking stupid peasant! Obey me!”

You wince as a pain runs through your shoulder. Mackie bit you as hard as she could and you feel a searing pain travel through your shoulder, down your back down your spine and up to your neck and head.

“No!” Then suddenly Mackie wants to break free. “Finn help me! Don’t let it do this!”

“Mackie what’s wrong!” you yell at her. She looks at you, tears on her face. “I don’t know” she sobs, her lips white after the bite. “I’m so sorry. Finn, I’m sorry.” She begins to breathe in a panic.

“I’ll call a doctor” you decide, trying to rise.

“No!” your sister shrieks, clawing at your shirt in a panic. “Don’t leave me alone. Please… Fuck me already you lousy nobody and make yourself useful. I don’t want… this. Finn stay with me. Hold me.”

You literally fall over her and drag her into your arms in a desperate gesture. Together you lie in your messy bed as the summer storm whips across your house and lightning flashes through the charged air.

“I’m here Mackie,” you whisper into her hot ear as she clings to you at times, squirms under you at others, and tries to slip her fragile hands under your waistband. “I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

“Please Finn…fuck me…stay with me…stick it up my ass…hold me tight…”

It takes an eternity for Mackie to say no more and a weariness overcomes you both as the summer storm outside the window slowly loses strength. Arm in arm you fall asleep together.

by Writing Shark

The power of words

“I hate you!” It’s the kind of evening she’s had so many times.

“Mackie wait!”

“I hate all of you!” Doors are ripped open and slammed shut and the beautiful summer evening is ruined. Again. And once again it’s Mackie who gets the blame. And once again for some stupid reason that no one understands except the young girl.

Angry and sad, she once again leans against the closed door in her room and once again fights the tears. And once again she loses. Today was supposed to be an especially nice day for her and everyone had made so much effort just for her. Especially her brother. And that hurts her the most.

With a teary face, the girl locks her door and then throws herself onto her big comfy bed and buries her face in the soft pillows. Angrily, she hits the mattress with girlish strength and her sobs are muffled by the fabric.

She is so angry. And it makes her so sad. She didn’t mean for any of this to happen. And yet, it’s happened.

All Mackie Lindon wants to do is crawl into her room and never come out. But of course, she can’t. There’s a knock at the door.

“Mackie?” It’s the voice she knows best in the world. “It’s me. Are you there?”

“Go away,” she calls, but she doesn’t mean it, and her brother understands her. Finn always understands her. His voice comes through the door into the room.

“I’ll sit here for a bit,” he says blithely. Muffled music drifts from downstairs. Mackie is so ashamed. “It’s all right” he assures her. She doesn’t answer. “Everyone makes mistakes Mackie” he continues to say, comforting her with his voice. But she can’t answer him. Then she hears him standing up outside the door. “I’m going to say goodbye to the folks, clean up the house and then go to sleep. Before I do, I’ll check on you again.” Mackie is silent, tears streaming down her face, and she looks at the door with an urgency she can’t show anyone. “I love you, little sister.” Then she hears Finn go downstairs.

“I love you too,” Mackie whispers softly, wiping her face clumsily. She sits up. “I love you, brother.”

And that’s the problem.

Mackie thought today, her eighteenth birthday, would be different. But she was wrong. She’s always wrong. Things are still just as bad. Nothing has changed.

Desperate, the girl swings her legs out of bed and looks out the window. The sky is already dark and outside you can see the stars.

She knows only one thing she can do. Just as useless as she is. It suits her.

She kneels down and pulls out the black wooden box from under her bed. Mackie takes a liking to what the old woman in the antique store told her. People used to turn to ancient, dangerous powers. Ghosts and demons. She even told her some of the incantations and gave her a book for an extra $100.

Her parents were angry about the purchase and the lost money but Finn protected her. He will also protect her from the evil forces she thinks to herself and smiles. Of course, nothing will come of it, even she knows that. But Mackie Lindon is desperate and so she flips open the summoning board and runs her finger along the signs.

“You spirits hear me!” she says, looking into the book and reading the lines. “On my eighteenth birthday, I give you my pure soul.” She shudders, shame and youthful lust wrestling inside her. She thinks of her brother. “My virgin body. Grant me my wish.” She breaks off, shaking her head and blinking. Her fingers are warm but that’s from the grief, her pounding heartbeat. She doesn’t see the sky darkening outside.

“You spirits hear me. I give myself to you for your help.” She winces. Something brushed her hand, she felt it exactly. She wants to pull her arms away but at the same time she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t try and presses her fingers harder on the warm board. Her thoughts circle only around her goal, her wish, not noticing how the air in the room becomes electrically charged and outside dark clouds cover the rising moon.

“You spirits hear me and grant my wish.” She looks to the side and reads in the book. “Fulfill my wish and I give myself to you. Fulfill my wish.” Then she is told to speak the words.

Mackie thinks of what she wants most in the world. Her heart becomes light as she imagines what the world could be like for her. She wishes it so much.

“I give myself to you. Just grant me the wish.” And then she has to say it.

Briefly, she hesitates. Her wish does not concern only her. But what she does doesn’t matter anyway. So she might as well try. Outside it is getting dark.

“Fulfill my wish I beg you.” She takes a deep breath. “I ask you spirits. Bring me and my brother together. Make my brother and I be together forever. Make him know that I love him. Make…” A bright flash lights up the room like daylight, then, immediately after, thunder echoes through the room like a tidal wave.

Mackie doesn’t feel the slight electric shock that runs through her body as she recoils from the board, screaming.

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“Looks like rain,” you grumble, looking up at the sky.

“Will you take me home then?” asks Nora, smiling mischievously. “The evening has ended so abruptly.” You screw up your face.

“You know I have to take care of Mackie.” Your girlfriend rolls her eyes but then smiles.

“If I’d known I’d have to share you with another girl I would have gotten a dog” she grins and kisses you on the mouth. “They’re less work.” You stroke her arm. Nora musters up a lot of sympathy for you.

“Thanks, honey. I love you.”

“I know,” the girl grins and gets into her car. You watch her go as she disappears into the darkening night.