0 comments/ 149233 views/ 2 favorites Camping Ch. 02 By: Rinmer-Dalle Our bodies shuddering together as we rode the long fall from the orgasmic height. Almost as pleasurable as reaching it the fall from the height took a long time and the night was nearly half way over before the real world came back to us. The cold was what finally brought us back to our senses. Sweat covered our bodies in an icy blanket stiffening my nipples and coating his skin in goose bumps. Both of us were reluctant to separate and so with straining muscles my brother lifted himself and by moving in small increments. First his hips then his legs and his shoulders, his movements even with my help managed to alternately pull his thick member from my body and slam it back in. Muscles and skin already abused beyond endurance flared in pain and then pleasure a nightmarish roller coaster ride that I endured. Finally after what seemed like hours it ended, he had gotten his sleeping bag, which was the larger of the two. We lay surrounded by its soft folds his breath a harsh pant in the darkness. My own breathing was not silent but filled with shudders and soft mewling, regretting the passion that had started the night and the hot seed that still filled me. Unexpectedly he reached out and wrapped his arms around me closing the sleeping bag around us he comforted me with words that I barely heard as the world faded from me. As the night passed my dreams were amorphous yet hugely erotic showing me of things that had happened, that had yet to happen. As the sun rose behind the mountains of our camp I also rose from my dreams feeling my brothers massive cock still buried within me. We rose as the sun stained the mountains to the west in purple shadow and to the east in red and black contrasts. Dressing in silence we gathered our shower things and clean clothes. The showers in our camp were side by side running in a long line with women on one side and men on the other. We choose the last stall closest to the actual restrooms where at some time in the past some one probably a boy or group of boys had removed all the plaster to create a chicken wire mesh viewing gallery. This was perfect for us as it allowed us to talk without raising our voices above the sound of the water pouring from the tin-pot showerheads. Hot water and soap slicked my body sluicing down my tanned skin in a cascade at least as erotic as the actions of the previous night. We discussed plans for the day and the passions of the night. We promised each other that our love was not just a one-night thing. I told him how complete I felt with him how much he meant to me and in searching my soul I could not find any thing untrue about what I said. In turn he in his stumbling way said much the same thing and I could tell he was not lying. Hand in hand we returned to the camp content in our secret love the touch of our hands erotic enough to sustain us. We ate breakfast and made plans for the day, a long hike into the foothills and lower mountains of the valley. We packed food and an overnight kit just in case, little did our parents know as they helped us prepare. Hiking sticks in hand we turned to the trail and set out on our little adventure. Deep in the foothills in a sheltered crevice our lunches eaten and packed away our bodies laid on the sleeping pad that we carried with us. He hovered over me his massive cock buried deep between my legs filling me stretching me until it felt like I might break, each thrust of his massive member taking me higher and higher as his mouth and tongue did indescribably erotic things to my breasts and skin. All through that long afternoon we did things to each other under that sapphire sky that would have shocked our parents had they seen them, yet we were empowered by them. That night as we made love again I told him of my upcoming period, he took it in stride and the next morning when the blood came I cried because his seed had not found that spark within me. For seven days I cried every morning and every night as he held me. I made a special effort to pleasure him during this time, even going so far as to try anal sex with him an unfortunate disaster caused by his admittedly massive cock. Oral sex was the best, filling my mouth with his cock, letting it slide down my throat feeling its hot length on my tongue, cupping his balls until I could feel the ebb and flow of sperm within his sacks. The feasts we had upon each other's bodies, ecstasy. We had a whole month remaining at the camp the day after my period stopped. I cleaned and purified myself breathing a small sigh of relief that the blood had once again stopped flowing. Always in the back of my mind was that small fear that it would never end. The end of my period, and for the next 10 months any menstrual cycle what so ever, marked a change in the weather. But we were ready, new tents had been bought the previous week though my brothers tent had been turned into a supply tent and he was still in my tent over my strenuous objections that I hoped fooled our parents but didn't fool him. That first night was a more joyous recreation of our very first time together and as the thunder rumbled outside and drowned out all sound our cries of ecstasy filled the tent. The days passed in a blur of days filled with love and nights filled with passion. As our time at the camp drew to a close I began to look out for those signs, which would indicate that my brothers seed had taken root within me. But as with all things in nature what we look out for is not always what we get. I missed the first sign completely believing that the nausea was the result of some bad food at the local excuse for a diner. My next sign and one that I did not miss was the failure of my period to start exactly one week before we were to return home. After that everything was down hill, and our two-day trip back home was a delirious mix of joy and terror. Joy that I had succeeded, terror that our parents or at the very least mom would notice. But as wrapped up as I was I never noticed that she was exhibiting some of the same signs. During the two days it took us to get back home our parents decided that we had, had enough of each other and they graciously, or so they thought, assigned us separate rooms. Luckily an inner door connected our rooms and after we had said good night to our parents and gone to our separate rooms he would sneak back through the connecting door and we would spend the night in carnal bliss. Unfortunately that was what did not happen, one of the side effects of pregnancy that no one had ever told me about was how tender certain body parts get. Over the two days and indeed over the ensuing weeks I found out how painful the type of sex my brother and I shared could really be. Morning sickness, was something I managed to avoid at least in a major way until we returned home, I experienced nausea every morning for the entire trip back but never disgraced myself. Once back home things settled down for a little while. I coped as best I could with the changes that came to my body. Mom announced her pregnancy and that night pulled me aside for a little mother daughter talk, little did I know what that talk would be about or what would come from it. * * * * * As with all my stories I welcome comments. Please let me know how I did on this and the once preceding it. There will be a third and maybe even a fourth chapter to this story so let me know what you think. Camping Ch. 02 Thank you for all the comments and feedback. Chapter two was only written because of the requests i got from readers. :) Sorry for any errors ahead of time. I wrote this and wanted to post quickly. When the whole story is finished i will repost it as one piece and have it edited. Feedback and Comments Appreciated!!! - Ravenara * I could feel myself slowly waking up. I stretched with a yawn then my arm touched something soft yet hard. I smiled and without opening my eyes I rolled over and snuggled up close to him. 'Him' I thought to myself then chuckled slightly, I don't even know his name. I opened my eyes propping myself up on my elbow and looked down at him. "What? What's that look for?" "Here we are about to be mates and I don't even know your name." He smiled up at me, leaning up and kissing my nose. "Xander." "Anjulie." His smile grew as my name rolled off my tongue. "Anjulie." The way my name seemed to purr out of his mouth sent shivers down my spine. He pushed me over so that I was now on my back and leaned down with a grin and licked the wounds he crated that were trying to heal. "Mine. My mate. My Anjulie." His lips moved down to my collar bone where he gave it a light lick before sucking on it. A moan escaped my mouth as my legs wrapped themselves around his waist. "I love that!" he growled against my skin, his hot breath driving me crazy. My senses seemed to be working in over drive and my hips kept jerking against him as if I couldn't control them. His tongue then found my nipple and drew it into his mouth sucking. I hissed as my hand dug into his hair as if that would keep me grounded as he pushed me higher. Once that nipple was aching and standing at attention he left it to give love to the other. He received a yelp from me when he bit down, but his tongue quickly soothed away the pain. His head jerked up and looked towards the entrance of the cave, a growl vibrating from deep in his chest. "What's wrong?" "Stay here." He was off the bed and shifting faster than I could protest and he disappeared out of the cave at full speed, leaving me alone and confused. I sat there on the bed for what seemed like forever caught in an awkward silence before I slid from the bed and found the jeans and shirt I had wore when he first found me. I didn't worry about finding the bra and underwear I had for I was sure they were a lost cause. Slipping the jeans on and pulling the shit over my head I slowly headed for the entrance of the cave. "Xander?" I whispered even though he wouldn't have heard it if he were more than a few feet from me. My heart was racing and I felt on edge yet something in me kept pushing me further through the cave entrance. I was nearly to the entrance of the cave when I heard a gun shot. I froze my ears straining against the echo of the sound. Then I heard it again only this time something took over and I was running towards the direction the sound had came from. The familiar snapping began and I tripped nearly losing pace as I was thrown forward to land on all fours only to roll during the shift and come up running with four legs on large balanced paws. Everything around me became sharper and suddenly his sent hit my nose. Without preamble I shifted directions heading the way my mate had gone. I skidded to a stop. Blood... I could smell it. His blood, I knew the blood was his. I jumped forward at the large black lump that lay ahead of me. It was him and he had been shot. I nuzzled him but he didn't move. Didn't make a sound. I wasn't even sure he was breathing and I heard myself whimper just moments before I heard another gun shot. Dust was kicked up right in front of where I was and when I looked up I saw a large man his gun pointed right at me as he slowly advanced. I crouched low growling a deep warning growl I was capable of. Warning him to stay away from me and my mate. He didn't head the warning as he kept slowly advancing on me. "Get!" he yelled at me. "Go on!" I took my own step forward and bit the air my growl turning to a more hostile sound. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain nearly the same moment I heard his gun go off again. I was knocked back a few steps from the impact of the bullet which hit right in the shoulder. My instincts told me to run, my heart begged I stay, my mind hit a midpoint as I stepped forward one step threw my head back and billowed a painful cry of help howling to any and all wolves. Then I turned and ran away hopeing the hunter would follow me and leave my mate alone. It was working well as I could hear the hunter running after me when his gun went off again, I felt pain in a new spot and my body flipped head over tail only to have me land in darkness. I saw a large male wolf lying on the ground. He didn't seem to be moving when three other wolves padded up to him. They sniffed him before the one that must be the leader shifted into the form of a man. I couldn't hear what the men were saying once they all had shifted but when they finished they lifted the large wolf and carried him off. I fell back into darkness. I heard three small howls tiny voices with a high pitch wail. Then I could see three pups. One black, one white, and one with both colors they were howling loudly and slowly their howls turned into ringing. I tried to cover my ears but I couldn't move my body, that's when I noticed the smell of blood. I saw a man; tall and handsome. He reached out for me but when he spoke his voice was feminine and seemed familiar. "Anjulie. Please, please wake up!" My eyes fluttered open. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Get a nurse, she's awake." I tired to move but pain sliced though my body. "Oh no honey, don't move." Then my mother's face came into view. She looked horrible. Had she not slept? Was she crying? What was going on? I heard the door open and some russling around before a face I didn't recognize came into view. "Well hello Anjulie. How do you feel?" "It hurts." "I know. And it will. Can you move your arm?" When I lifted it slightly she smiled and nodded jotting something down on her clip board. "Wait. Something's not right." "You're in the hospital. Don't worry we'll take good care of you. Do you remember what happened?" "Happened? What are you talking about?" "do you remember a wolf attack? Or the hunter? What about getting shot?" "What are you talking about? I was camping with my family. Then I was here." I looked over at my mother I could feel my heart begin to race. "Mom this isn't right. What's going on?" I burst into tears as a mans voice came from the background. "I think my little girl needs some rest. Can you leave us for a moment?" I saw the nurse nod and then she left the room. When I looked towards the door I noticed it was my father that had told the nurse to leave. My dad came up to the bed I was lying on and took my hand in his. "Daddy something's not right." "I know sweet heart; you're in a lot of pain. But everything is going to be alright." I shook my head. "No not the pain. Something's off. Something is missing." "You've been though a lot honey. Just lay back and rest. We'll make sure you're safe." I looked at my dad my heart filling with sadness, knowing that if my dad wouldn't listen to me no body else would. I lay back down and closed my eyes letting my tears flow freely. I felt alone and scared. Something in me was missing and I couldn't fit the pieces together. I remember going camping. Then waking up here. I sighed. Why did that not seem right to me? During the next two days I was silent as the doctors, nurses, and my family went through procedures to ensure me returning home would work out fine. I over heard the nurse give my family numbers of specialists for me to see including a few therapists so that maybe I'll start talking again. They explained to me that I had been attacked by a wolf which was what the marks on my neck were. A hunter had come upon a wolf and shot as it ran when he came up to find the body there was another wolf there. He tried to scare it away but it ending up snapping at him and taking off so he chased and shot it too. Only he missed the wolf when it ran into a bush and accidently shot you instead. Lies. I wasn't sure why I knew that wasn't true, but I did. Finally I was released leaving my family happy and myself relived that I was safe from the poking and prodding, at least for a little while. I was hoping that being home would help me to clear up some things but all it did was make me more uncomfortable. I remembered this place but for some reason it just didn't feel like home to me. I was so confused and my head hurt from thinking. When my parents left me to myself in my room I just fell on the bed and cried. Some time later my mother came upstairs to get me for dinner. "Your sister is here. She's excited to see you. If you don't feel like eating at least come down and see your sister for a little while. Please." I nodded as I got up off the bed and fixed my hair which I knew was a mess. When I looked at myself in the mirror I looked horrible. Bags under my eyes you could see the top of the 'wolf attack' wound peaking out fro under the collar of my shirt and my skin was incredibly pale. I sighed and checking my fake half smile in the mirror headed downstairs behind my mother. My sister upon seeing me began to cry. I could tell she wanted to hug me but was questioning weather I could hold up to it. We sat at the dinner table and while I sat there playing with the food on my plate my sister talked and talked. After awhile my mom placed a hand on my sisters shoulder and whispered in here ear. Strangely enough I noticed I could hear my mom as if she were talking normally. "She hasn't spoken since her first few sentences when she woke up." When my sister turned suspicious eyes on me I was done. I couldn't handle this dinner anymore. I stood up and retreated to my room, leaving my plate of food messed with but uneaten. I lay there in my bed for hours listening to my family argue. First it was my mom and sister as they argued that me not talking as just an act for attention. Finally my sister gave up her fight and left the house. It was quite for about 30 minutes when my mom and dad began fighting. My mom was blaming my dad for this. I shoved my head under a pillow and ignored their voices begging for sleep to come. It was some time after my parents had finished yelling at one another that I felt myself start to drift off. "Hey man, come on wake up!" I looked around. I was no longer in my room but a dark, what was this, a cave? I looked over to where I heard the mans voice. There were three men in the room. One was lying on a large bed he seemed asleep while the other two were on either side of the bed trying to wake him. "Xander wake up!" Xander. That was familiar to me. The man talking set his hand on the sleeping mans chest and once it touched his skin the sleeping man shot up into a sitting position and faster than I could really see had the other man by the neck. "Xander, hey man, it's me Alexander!" Xander stared at the man for a moment before finally letting him go. "Alex? What are you doing here?" "What are we doing here? You called us here. Don't you remember getting shot?" "Of course I remember getting shot, but I never called for help." "If that wasn't your howl for help then who's was it?" Xander sat there for a moment before something registered with him. "Where's my mate?" Alex and the other wolf exchanged confused glances. "Mate? Xander you have a mate?" Xander got up off the bed. "yes she should have been here. I told her to stay here while I went and faced the hunter." Alex's face went from confused to worried. "Xander. There was a loud howl of need and pain. We heard it and came as fast as we could. But there was only you, half dead. The hunter shot you four times. We didn't a female." Xander turned and looked over the other man. "Gregory?" the man smiled with pride. "The last time I saw you; you were just a pup still." "You've been gone for a long time." Xander nodded to the young man. "so back to this mate business. If you really have one I think we should start looking for her." Alex said as he headed for the entrance. "I have to tell you something about her first guys." Greg and Alex stopped and looked back at Xander. "She was a human before she was my mate. She's very new to shifting." "A human?" Alex stammered. "Our Alpha to be takes a human mate?" Xander's eyes narrowed on him. "You got something against it? And I'm not going to be your Alpha." "No noting against it. Just wasn't expecting you to ever take a mate. You know that since you have a mate now you have to be Alpha." A low growl rumbled deep in Xander's chest making Alex stop. Xander Shifted with the other two following before they all left the cave. I woke up with a slight start. Looking around I was back in my room. I sighed and got up going to the bathroom to drain my bladder. Why was it suddenly all about wolves? When I finished in the bathroom I headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat. My dad sat at the counter when I entered, he was eating a sandwich and drinking milk. He smiled lightly when he saw me. "Hey honey. Hungry?" I nodded and he got up and began fixing me a sandwich as I took a seat at the counter as well. I watched as he slid the sandwich towards me and then poured me a glass of milk. I took a long drink of milk, then stared down at my sandwich. I had to try again. "I've been having dreams." I knew I shocked my dad by speaking because he jumped. Looking at me he didn't respond, giving me the option to go on or stop. "All of my dreams are of wolves. Not the kind that attacked me. They are kind of wolf people. They're nice and loving. I feel a strange connection to one of them. I'm not sure why but I know it's a strong feeling. Something isn't right with me daddy. I'm missing something." He sat there for a long moment. I was beginning to wonder if he would ever say anything when he finally spoke. "I wish I could tell you something to help ease your mind, but all I can say is I know everything will work out and be fine. Maybe these dreams are linked to what happened to you between camping and the hospital. There was a little over a week of time you don't remember." I continued to stare down at my sandwich as my father got up and put the stuff away, cleaned his dishes, cave over to me, and kissed the top of my head. "Thanks for talking to me." Then he left the kitchen leaving me to eat in peace. I sighed wishing that everything would just clear up and once again make sense as tears fell from my eyes. Camping Ch. 03 Home, this place had never felt less like home before. Now as I walked down the hallway to my parent’s room it felt as if I were walking down some medieval passageway to a tourcher chamber. Mom had told me at dinner, a meal I had hardly touched, that she wanted to see me before I went to bed. So here I was dressed for bed going to see her. I loved my mom, don’t get me wrong, I would do anything for her but circumstances had changed. The family’s last camping trip had been a big part of that change. Entering my parent’s room I found my mother lying naked on their bed. Her large breasts were taught and erect, he belly still flat but her body glowed. Silently she gestured me to join her on the bed, but her expression as I made to climb up made me pause. Without words she conveyed that I would be more comfortable without clothes. Considering the secret I now held I felt nudity was far from a comfortable state. But undress I did and laid down trying unsuccessfully not to wince when my oh so sensitive breasts made contact with the rough texture of the blanket. I caught the end of my mothers knowing smile but didn’t have time to think about it as she rolled over and placed a passionate kiss on my mouth, swirling her tongue around my teeth probing for entry. Her hand trailed down my back, gently squeezing my buttock. I flinched when her fingers slipped into my pussy, her tongue darted into my momentarily parted teeth and our tongues twined. I could feel a fire in my belly as she played with my pussy. Her lips trailed down my jaw, she nibbled lightly on my ear lobe. Her kisses trailed down my throat. Her smooth voice whispered. “So, my hot little girl, how does it feel? How does it feel to lay with your brother? Hmmm?” Her question startled me how could she know. Her fingers probed inside my sensitive lips making me groan. “How… does… it… feel… my… hot… little… bitch…?” she asked punctuating each word with a hard two fingered thrust into my pussy making me clench my teeth with white-hot pleasure. Her other hand reached out and cupped my breast squeezing hard enough to make me cry out. I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, “a little sensitive are we? May be that time with your brother wasn’t completely wasted. How does it feel my dear to have his hot seed growing inside you?” I turned to her in surprise. How could she know that I had slept with my brother? How could she know that I was carrying his child? It was then that my father, naked, and erect walked in smiling. Mom kissed me again this time latching on to one of my painfully sensitive nipples and pulling until I cried out. Letting go she slid closer molding her hand to my crotch and forcing one finger into my pussy she said, “you don’t think that tent broke by accident do you? You actually think we would really let two hot bodies like you sleep in the same tent let alone let you sleep there without any separation. Oh my naïve little girl.” Laughing she rolled over lifting herself to her knees just in time to meet my fathers erect penis. I watched in fascinated shock as she pushed back against his thick shaft. I could hear the damp swish of its passage into her. Grabbing her hips he pulled back and thrust again, and again, and again harder and harder the waves of each impact raced along her buttocks. Her breasts swayed in rhythm to their motions. Her face bore a look of contentment such as I had never seen before. 15, 20, 35 minutes, an hour passed as their groans built, his thrusts took on a desperate, frantic motion. Grunting deep in his throat my father gripped her by the waist, thrusting all the way into her. Burying his cock as deep as it would go into her pussy, holding her there he groaned and then threw back his head in a wordless cry of passion. He held her that way for an interminable amount of time and then suddenly he relaxed, stepping back, his limp cock slipping out of her with a slurping sound trailing a thick white thread of cum. She slumped forward a happy smile on her face. Slowly she collapsed to the bed and rolled towards me. “See my dear,” she said in a dreamy voice “how great it can be, would you like to try, did you enjoy the show?” Without waiting for my answer she reached down and dipped her fingers into my pussy. I couldn’t help the rush of blood that heated my face. My pussy was dripping wet, my breath was coming in short gasps as I tried to deal with the orgasm that racked my body. “Would you like to try him?” She asked. I looked over at my father who was leaning against the wall. Amazingly his cock was again hard, standing away from his body like a branch from a tree. Unconsciously I licked my lips and shifted my legs. Mom took this as an affirmative and beckoned to my father as she pushed me over on my back. Walking up to me as I lay on the bed he gently spread my legs. Leaning down he first sniffed deeply between my legs, then bending lower licked my pussy from bottom to top, biting gently on my clit, making me squirm. He lowered himself onto the bed his massive cock sinking slowly between my legs. I wondered briefly how he was going to fit such a massive member into such a tight place, and then I didn’t have to wonder anymore. As he thrust into me, he and mom shared a kiss; she licked my juices from his chin and smacked her lips in contentment. “Definitely pregnant!” she exclaimed. “Enjoy her my dear.” Smiling he pulled back and thrust again, and again, and again. I lost myself in the movement of his massive shaft within my body. Writhing beneath him I lost my restraint and embraced him as a lover. I felt myself on a dark sea rising up some massive wave. I glowed against the dark of the sky as the wave rose higher and higher. Reaching the top I looked down and screamed. The dark sea rushed up to meet me as I fell into the hardest, deepest orgasm that I had known in my brief love life. I awoke to pain, the kind of pain only a woman who has been well and truly loved by a man can feel. My skin felt hot, my breasts hurt as if they had been hammered. As I tried to move I found myself entangled in the bodies of my parents. Still impaled upon my father’s hard shaft, my mother was snuggled close, our breasts touching. Gently I untangled myself and used the bathroom to clean up as best I could. I emerged feeling barely human to find them still sleeping, now cuddled together. I left them as they were and returned to my room where I spent the rest of the night in a post orgasmic coma. The next morning after dealing with the new realities imposed by my condition I made my way down stairs. There in the kitchen I found a note and some breakfast already laid out for me. The note said that I was to be ready when they came back, and that was all, what could that mean. Grumbling I ate breakfast and then went back up stair to shower. I heard them come in while I was showering. __________________________________________________ As always I want to know what you the readers think. Camping Ch. 03 (Sorry this part took so long. but here it is. again sorry for any incorrect grammer or mispelled words. Ravenara) * Two weeks had gone by without another dream. I still wouldn't talk outside of my midnight hunger raids with my dad. The rest of my family wouldn't listen even if I were to ever talk to them. Tonight was family dinner night, which meant my sister her husband and the twins would be coming over. I was dreading dinner as I was getting around to go to a doctor's appointment when my mother came upstairs. She came into my room and sat down on my bed as I finished fixing my hair. "You know this has been hard on all of us. Not just you. It would be nice if tonight you would talk to your sister. She's worried. Stop being selfish and thinking of only yourself." I glared at my mom before I left my room and headed down stairs to go with my dad to the doctor's appointment. The tests the doctor had to do for my check up went by rather quickly. So before long my dad and I were waiting in one of the rooms for the results. The longer it took the more nervous I became. I was debating telling him of my dreams to see if he had any suggestions. My dad suggested I tell him to see if maybe I would get referred to someone that could help. Finally the doctor returned. "You seem to be healing great. No infections or internal bleeding. I'd say you're going to be just fine." I smiled slightly relief washing over me. "I told you sweetheart." "Although," The doctor started to get our attention again. "May I ask you a question?" I nodded. "Yeah, of course." "Are you sexually active?" I felt my face start to turn red. "Uh.. I've had sex, but not in a very long time. Why?" The doctor stared at me for a few moments before speaking again. "You're pregnant." My jaw fell open as I looked at him. He continued talking but I couldn't hear anything as tears rushed forward and my breath caught in my throat. I felt dizzy and slightly sick to my stomach. I had trouble standing so bad that my dad had to half carry me to the car. The drive home was taken in complete silence. When we pulled into the driveway he turned off the car and sat there for a moment. "I have to tell your mother." I lost it. Leaning forward to bawl into my hands. He got out and came around the car helping me out as my legs just wouldn't hold me up. He helped me into the kitchen and sat me at the table as my mom and sister came in. "Everything alright?" My mom asked before my dad motioned them into the other room. I heard my dad talking even though I couldn't make out what he was saying. My mind replayed what the doctor had said when I heard my mother give a shocked gasp. "You're kidding me?" my sister yelled. "You actually believe that she doesn't remember fucking some guy without protection? I just don't believe it!" My heart began to beat fast and it was getting harder to breathe. "I think she's lying to get attention! She's done this kind of thing before." At my sisters accusation I got up and fled the house. I hit the pavement outside and ran as fast as I could. Ducking into the first park I came too, rounding the first tree I started to hear cracking. Too scared and frustrated I didn't stop when my body was thrown forward and I landed on paws rather than hands. With renewed speed I ran through trees. I felt something building in me as I ran, something I didn't understand but accepted as part of me. This part of me was desperate, with a longing I didn't understand. Something was missing with this new part of me, although I didn't understand it I let it take over me. Throwing my head back I let out a long confused and sad howl. I slowly stopped running and continued to howl, putting my whole being and everything I was feeling into this message to no one. Finally I flopped to the ground feeling oddly safe and comfortable in this strange form hiding behind a thick bush. I lay there staring at my paws in wonderment. How was this possible? And why did I feel so natural in this form? Slowly I started to calm down and get my mind under control when another wolf bounded around my bush. I jumped up and warned the other wolf with a dangerous growl, suddenly I felt more wolf then human. The wolf simply backed up and with a loud amount of cracking and shifted to huma n. He was like me! He seemed familiar, but I didn't know him. Shifting left him naked, but for a reason I wasn't sure of it didn't bother me and I wasn't attracted to him. "Anjulie?" How'd he know my name? I quirked my head at him. He smiled and backed up again looking off into the distance. "Xander! She's over here!" He looked back down at me looking over my form, not sexually but seemed to be sizing me up. Another wolf, a lot larger than the other man was, came up and quicker than I could register he was human. I knew him, or so I thought. Something in me seemed to leap at the sight of him but I wasn't so sure I should trust this new side of me. He took a step towards me and I backed up with a growl. He stopped, looking almost hurt that I had done that. "Anjulie, it's me." I quirked my head at him. "Shift back baby. Remember how I taught you? Picture in your mind what you looked like and will yourself to change back." I whimpered not wanting to leave the comfort of this form. I doubted returning to the form of a human would be as simple as willing myself to change, but something in his voice made me want to try. I thought about my human body and as I did the cracking sound came to my ears. It took a few minutes but finally I was back in my human form, naked before two seemingly strangers. The man named Xander smiled at me and the other nodded as he looked me over. "Anjulie?" Xander seemed almost pleading as he said my name. I looked him in the eyes trying hard to remember him as someone other than a man from my dreams. Slowly I shook my head at him. "I'm sorry." He frowned. "Sorry? What's wrong with you?" That simple question sent me into tears. "A lot is wrong with me! I went camping over a month ago and woke up in the hospital 2 weeks ago. I don't remember what happened to me between that time." I was slowly getting hysterical. "I guess I lost a week and a half worth of time. I was shot twice, by some sort of hunter. The people at the hospital said I was attacked by a wolf which is what the mark on my shoulder is. I keep having these dreams I can't explain that actually have both of you in them and..." I gasped in some air. "I just found out two hours ago I'm pregnant!" My legs gave way at my last confession and before I could hit the ground Xander had his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him just seemed right as I sobbed. "Alex, follow her scent back to where she came from. I'm sure she needs to go home right now." Alex shifted back to his wolf form and lead Xander to her home, then ran off quickly and reappeared with a bag in tow. Alex sat the bag down and pulled cloths for them both out of the bag. Xander put the pants and shoes on and then slid his large shirt over Anjulie. With a deep breath and a side glace to Alex they walked to the front door and knocked. The door was opened almost immediately by my dad who took one look at me in some strange mans arms and held his arms out taking me from Xander. He nearly had to force me as I had trouble letting go of Xander's neck. "Thank you so much for finding her. Please come in sit down, I'm going to take her up to her room." "No! I wanna stay down here." My dad looked down at me and then nodded taking me into the living room and sitting me down on the couch. Xander sat himself next to me and I instinctively curled up next to him. My dad sat down on the couch across from Xander and I and looked Xander over. My mom came in the room. "Who is this and why..." my father cut her off. "Please, just bring us some nice iced tea. I'll figure it out and take care of this." My mom for the first time since I could remember looked over the patrons of the room and without anymore protest turned to get the tea. "So..." "Xander." He said automatically understanding my dad's pause. "Xander, tell me how you know my daughter. Since it's obvious there is something between you two." Xander looked from my father down to me and gave me a small sad smile. "Love, I need to talk to your father. Would you please go upstairs and lie down? I promise I won't leave without coming up and seeing you first." I looked at him pleading with my eyes to stay where I was. But realizing it was a lost cause I got up and decided to listen to him. I got half way up the stairs and couldn't go the rest of the way. My heart was weeping to leave his side, and a small part of me wanted to know what he was going to talk about. So I spied. "I met your daughter in the woods when she was hiking. She fell down a small cliff and hurt her leg. I took her to my home and fixed her leg. Then I fell in love with her. This may not make sense to you but we are meant to be together." There was a long pause and at this point I wished I could see my father so I could see his expression. "Are you a 'wolf' man?" I heard Alex cough on his tea that I guess my mother had brought them when I left. "What?" that was Xander's voice. I heard my father sigh. "Anjulie has been having these dreams of wolf men. She is confused about them. See a hunter tried to save her when a wolf attacked and accidently shot her twice. One bullet grazed her head damaging only a small part of her brain. Which is why she seems to have forgotten about a week and a half of her life. I was hoping that her dreams had something to do with the time she has lost." "She wasn't attacked by a wolf. She was marked as my mate." "Werewolf?" My father said almost in disbelief. "How've you heard of us?" Alex was speaking now. My father answered with a chuckle. "Honestly I never believed in things like werewolves. I've read about them but like everyone else thought they were myth. But when my daughter was attacked by a wolf yet had pleasant dreams of wolf men I started to put the pieces together." "You are a very smart man." Xander again, I smiled as he complimented my dad. "So as your mate, does that make her a wolf as well?" "Anjulie has already shifted. She was quick to take the form and seems to accept it well. Did the doctor say when she would get her memory back?" "No. They're not sure she ever will. But I have hope. She's having dreams about you. That's a good sign." I heard my father sigh. "Are you the father?" "That... was not meant to happen. We've never heard of a human being taken as a mate right away. Most human turned wolves there are were made by mistake. Then they had time to get used to the wolf before any of the females went into heat. This is as new to me as it is to you." "That's not what I asked." "Yes, I would be the father." "That makes me feel a little better. She seems to be linked to you, even though she can't remember you completely." Again there was an awkward pause between the man I was 'mated' too and my father. "Are you going to take my little girl away?" My father's voice nearly cracked when he asked that. "Never. Although she'd have to live with me." "Xander is our packs next in line to be Alpha and we were waiting for him to find a mate so he could take his place..." "Enough Alex. This isn't something to talk about here." "Alpha? So you're basically the king?" "No. I'm not a king, nor am I an Alpha." I heard my father get up. "Well I hope you stick around. I'd like to get to know the man that has chosen my daughter." There was a clap sound and I figured my dad had clapped Xander on the back. "Anjulie, you can come back down now." My dad had known I was spying. With guilt written on my face I descended the stairs and entered the room. Xander automatically wrapped his arm around my shoulders and brought me up against him. I had to suppress a moan at feeling his muscles against me. My father gave me a small smile. "I'll keep you're mother and sister quite as long as I can." His eyes traveled to look Xander in the eye. "I'm trusting you, and a whole pack of wolves doesn't scare me." Xander gave an understanding nod before he pulled me around and lead me to the door. "where are we going?" He heard the nervousness in my voice and he slightly tightened his hold on me in a reassuring way. "Just back to the park. I want to talk to you where we're not near your family." "Then why'd you bring me back?" He moved his arm from my shoulders and took my hand. "Something familiar and safe to calm you down." He smiled down at me. "Your family, mostly your father, needed to know you were alright." "Sir, if you no longer need me.." "Thank you Alex. You may go. I'll get a hold of you later." "Thank you." Alex looked at me and nodded. "A fast recovery to you and may you help our Alpha find himself." Before Xander could retort Alex shifted and ran off. Xander grunted before pulling me through the entrance of the park. He led me to a bench where he sat pulling me to sit next to him. I didn't look at him as we sat in silence. My focus stuck on the flowers just ahead. As the silence stretched on I wished he would say something. A small noise caught my attention and when I looked up I saw a small playground. Suddenly a lump forced its self in my throat. "I'm scared." That came out of my mouth before I even had a chance to stop it. Xander's attention moved from what he was looking at to me. He then followed my line of sight and pulled me close when he realized what I was referring to. "Don't worry love. I'm not going anywhere. I'll help you through everything." "Am I going to have puppies or babies?" Xander didn't respond for a long time. "That depends." I swallowed. "on what?" He leaned back slightly with a sigh. "What form we conceived in." My heart started beating faster. I stood up and looked at him. "We had sex in both forms didn't we?" "you remember?" "No but if we'd only had sex as humans you would have just answered me right off." He nodded. I felt like I couldn't breath. I turned and started walking off, the ground was spinning around me as tears welled up. "Anjulie?" I stopped in my retreat. "How will I know which I'm having?" "Anjulie, can we talk about this later?" "How will I know?" "You're last trimester." I turned to look at him. "Go on." "If you are having puppies you'll spend those months as a wolf. If you're having human babies or baby you'll spend it as human." I blinked as I looked at him. "I'll be unable to change either way?" With his nod I felt my world start to fold inward on me. I no longer felt connected to my body. "Anjulie, hey honey," I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and pull me close to him. "listen everything is going to work out and be fine." He pulled back from me slightly his hand lifting my chin. "I love you. We're going to be alright." His lips descended upon mine. I tried to push him off of me but he held me in place. He parted his lips and licked mine. With a slight groan I parted mine allowing my tongue to mesh with his. His tongue running across mine was all I could think about. I felt his hand move up my back and tangle in my hair at the base of my head. He deepened the kiss with a growl and that triggered something primal in me. With a responding growl I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands moved down to cup my ass to help hold me up then I felt him start walking. My back hit a tree roughly pulling a growl of pleasure from me before I attacked his jaw line and neck with playful nips. I moved my hands down his back my nails digging in as I pulled them back up. He locked one arm under my ass to hold me up while he leaned back and with his other hand undid the button and zipper of his pants. I reached between us and pulled his cock out with a groan. He was hard, hard because of me. I felt intoxicated. He pulled the shirt he put on me over my head exposing my body to his view and touch. Suddenly he stopped his breath hot on my neck and ears. "Anjulie, tell me you want me. I can't do this without knowing you want me." I nipped at his neck. "Fuck me Xander." I gasped as he thrust his cock deep. His breathing was ragged as he started thrusting. I pushed my back against the tree and moved my hips to meet him stroke for stroke. I felt the wolf inside howl with pleasure and she was fighting for control so I let her have it. My jaw snapped as it elongated and my k-9's extended from my gums. I threw my head back with a howl my claws digging deep into his back. Xander let his wolf take control as I noticed his body was slightly covered with fur. I nipped at his neck and shoulder the desire to bite ringing in my head. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back distracting me by pumping his hips into me harder. Then I shattered into a million pieces. My whole body quaked and responded, my hips bucking out of control. It wasn't long before he forced his cock deep and held there I felt the warm sensation of his cum soaking my insides. He stood there holding me against the tree for a few moments before pulling me off the tree and lay down with me on the ground. "I love you Anjulie." I smiled and snuggled closer to him. Camping Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Interlude I heard them enter the house and begin moving around down stairs. My brother as usual pounded his way up the stairs and I heard him enter his room. I was glad; I didn't feel like doing anything with him at the moment. Mom and Dad were very busy down stairs I heard them come in and go out several times over the few minutes it took me to rinse off and begin drying myself. I was sensitive; the smooth fabric of the towel sliding over my skin soaking up the excess water felt rough, as I passed the towel over my breast it was like sandpaper sparking both pain and pleasure that shot up my chest and down into my crotch. It was worse when I passed the towel between my thighs, like cold fire rising up to spark micro-orgasms in my belly, breasts, and head. I heard mom on the stairs, she was carrying something I could tell from the sound of her on the stairs. I stood in the bathroom; naked in front of the mirror my belly still flat, as it had always been I knew that would change. My breasts obviously swollen, the nipples dark strangely erect and oddly textured, as if they weren't even part of my body but some strange form of makeup. Mom was outside my door now I heard it open and her steps as she entered my room and set something on the bed. I ran my hands over my flat belly, tracing the flare of my hips the swell of my buttocks the firm flesh of my thighs the swollen blood red sensitivity of my pussy. She knocked twice and then because the door had no lock she opened it. It wasn't exactly unusual for her to do this and this time was no different except for what she held in her hand. I felt self-conscious with her standing there looking at my nakedness. The box she had in her hand was a Technicolor silver-blue and pink, the kind designed to psychologically reassure the person who saw it that its contents were harmless and useful. It almost made me want to throw up again. "That's going to have to wait until tomorrow, mom." I said, indicating the box. She smiled and set it on the sink. "That's what I figured dear. Use it whenever you get the chance but do it soon. You have a doctor's appointment next week so it almost doesn't matter but please use it anyway." I just smiled as she took a step closer. "Don't worry dear," she said as she ran her hand up my arm. "We won't be having any more sessions like last night, or I should say they wont happen like that again or very often." Something on my face must have showed the abject relief that I felt at her words because she laughed and hugged me. She left me then but I knew she was waiting for me in the next room. Emerging from the bathroom a few minutes later I found her setting on my bed next to a pile of department store bags. She patted the bed indicating that I should sit down. I did letting the sheets and mattress form to my naked buttocks. Reaching over the pile she pulled out a selection of bra and panty sets, each set subtly different from the others. "These my dear, as is everything else here, is for you." She said placing the underwear in my lap. "These I got from the same store I used when I was expecting you. Each one of these is exactly a size larger than the previous one. I bought one of each starting a size larger than you were when we left on the trip. Everything is elastic and should fit you as you are and as you will be." I could feel my cheeks burning, I couldn't believe that she had done this, and if the underwear was an indication as to what the bags held I was truly in for some surprises. "Put these on first." She said handing over the top pair of underwear. I did, surprised at how well everything fit. The bra seemed to mold its self to my aching breasts. The panties were smooth and cool forming themselves to my body. I turned to mom and found her looking at me with an appraising gaze. I felt only slightly embarrassed at her examination. I moved over to the bed again and was not really surprised when she handed me a light colored pair of pants and a matching blouse which fit equally as well. The rest of the day was spent in trying on clothes and being advised of the changes that were being worked upon on my body. As the sun sank towards the horizon and the supply of new things to try on ran out I found myself lying on my bed partially undressed. Mom was sitting next to me leaning up against the headboard, running her fingers lightly through my hair. I barely noticed when she switched from my hair to my shoulder, lightly stroking back my hair. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. The touch of her skin against mine was almost magical. It lit a fire in my belly that warmed me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I didn't want it to stop so I put my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. Her hands wandered down to my breasts, lightly kneading the sensitive flesh. I let my tongue curl around hers as my leg rubbed up against her crotch. We stayed that way for several minutes. Then her hand left my breast and wandered down between my legs, her fingers slipped beneath the silky material of my panties. "MMMMM OH MOMMY!!!." I could feel my juices starting to flow; it was driving me crazy how fast I was coming to orgasm. Her lips trailed down my neck, her crotch pressed harder against my leg as she reached my breasts. She broke off the kiss and looked into my eyes and smiled. "Feeling those hormones, dear?" I nodded "Yes mom, just your touch is more than enough to send my heart racing." She nodded again then let her head dip down, adjusting her position to get a better grip on my breast. "Oh—AH-Ahh, MOM, how could you… AAAAAAHHHHHH. MOM that that's…" I couldn't get the sentence out the feel of her sucking on my breast gave me an instant orgasm. It must have scared her because even before I began to come down she had stopped and was holding me much as she had when I was younger. Laying me back down she stood up. I wanted to cry, I didn't want her to stop. But she only stood up long enough to get undressed. Her glowing skin looked so smooth, her swollen breasts invited my touch. She lay back down with my leg between her thighs, one hand exploring between my legs, her mouth latched back onto my breast. Later as I lay in an orgasmic coma she puttered around the room putting my new clothes away. I couldn't move; my body felt like it was made of lead. But my mind was sharp analyzing everything, from mom folding my new pants to the woodpecker hunting food in the tree outside my window, to the increased flow of blood in my body my heart racing faster than normal. It was all crystal clear in my mind each sound a self-contained sensual experience. As she finished putting everything away she moved over to me and covered me with a blanket. As the world faded away I thought I could hear a heartbeat other than my own, faster and fainter but coming from within me. Weeks passed, mom and dad took care of everything, my mind turned inward as the baby made its self more and more known. My brother, my lover, my worst enemy, and best friend paid less and less attention to me. This was really not surprising as we began to host a foreign exchange student at that time. Mom and dad had planed it that way, making it clear to me that they fully intended that I should not have to suffer his attentions in my condition. Me' liana was 20 making her one year older than me and two years older than my brother. She claimed to come from one of the more civilized Amazon regions but I suspected that she came from the Mediterranean and had only been born in the Amazon. Her dark completed skin was smooth, her teeth white and even, her cat green eyes always sparkled with suppressed laughter, and her thin lithe body was perfectly formed. From her high full breasts to her shapely hips and gently rounded buttocks she was everything a boy could want in a woman and more. My brother took to her like a lost puppy; he followed her everywhere and did everything she asked. It didn't take me long to find out why. Our parents had obviously chosen well because it was not more than a week after she arrived that on my way to bed one night I walked passed her room and was drawn to the door by sounds coming from within. I knew she had a computer and a TV but these sounds didn't sound artificial. Slowly opening the door I looked in and watched as Liana, as she preferred to be called, rode my brothers cock to what apparently was only the latest of many orgasms. Smiling to myself I closed the door and went up to my room and my own pleasure. As always please let me know what you think of my story. Camping Ch. 05 Camping Ch. 05: Death and Rebirth I woke slowly to the feel of another body against mine. Warm and soft, skin rubbed against skin sparking an electrical tingle all over my body. This warm feeling did not last long as my body now aware that I was awake forced me into the bathroom and the morning ritual of prayer to the porcelain goddess. I emerged from the bathroom a half an hour later to find my bed partner still sleeping. I lay back down next to her and took her warm body into my arms, nestling the bulge of my belly in the curve of her back and cupping her full breasts in my hands. Resting my head against her shoulder I drifted back to sleep. Liana’s soft breathing and the warmth of her body comforting me in ways that my mother could not. Liana and I had become unexpected lovers shortly after I passed into my third month of pregnancy. Mom and I had begun arguing shortly before that and it was no surprise that I turned to the only other female in the house for comfort. Our arguments were petty, driven mostly by hormones and based entirely on those little things that crop up in everyone’s lives. One in particular that I felt was totally unfair was her constant harping on the fact that I, and not her, was having twins. She apparently seriously resented what I had felt was nothing and was beginning to feel was a totally overrated pain in the back, literally. Another was my feeling of being used. Shortly after my first doctors appointment they, my parents, had revealed their full plan and where I fit into it. My mother had thought that she could not have any more children after my brother. She had been trying for years to conceive again. All their attempts had failed and so they had decided that if they could not have children that their existing children would have to produce children for them. I found this idea totally revolting and I told them so. I had been uncomfortable but ok with the fact that they had allowed my brother and I to stay in the same tent and then connected rooms. Knowing that we would be unable to control our hormones and mating drives. I had, however, enjoyed myself and had also enjoyed the one time I shared a three some with my parents. I had at the time simply assumed that it was all in fun, even after they had told me that they had known what would happen by letting my brother and I stay in the same tent. But the full scope of their plan disgusted me and horrified me. They would get the children they wanted but only this one time and never again, I vowed. I turned to liana to escape, I turned to her for the comfort that my parents would no longer give and that my brother could never give in the first place. She responded in ways I found hard to believe. We became friends, confidants, and finally lovers. She showed me what true love was. Over the next two months she and I became closer than sisters. This of course incensed my brother and distressed my parents no end. The climax came when Liana, tired of my brother constant demands upon her body, moved to an apartment in the city. I followed gladly paying my portion of the rent just to get away from a family that was no longer mine. College became a lot easier after I moved. It wasn’t surprising; my grades went up even as my mobility went down. Liana was there every step of the way, and so unfortunately for both of us was my brother. His obsession with Liana and his anger at me for apparently taking her away from him grew even as my belly grew. The twins made demands on my body that should have never been made and by the end of the seventh month I was on enforced bed rest. This of course, even with the distance learning I was able to do drove me up a wall, which I quickly fell off of every time I tried to do something remotely strenuous. My parents had been of no help when it came to keeping my brother from making a general pest of him self and Liana was in the end forced to get a restraining order against him. This did not prevent him from making an absolute ass of him self several times a week and on more than one occasion either I or Liana had been forced to have him arrested for violation of the restraining order. It came as almost no surprise then. When in the last week of my ninth month I went into labor and Liana prepared to take me to the hospital. Helping me down stairs she did not see my brother and neither of us saw crowbar he used to end both our lives. Light, and pain, and light, and then the touch of a familiar mind, I turned and saw Liana floating next to me in the light and comprehension was immediate. What we needed to do was also understood. The pain increased and Liana slipped below and behind me as I was forced into something too small. I felt my body stretch and compress and then burning air filled my lungs and blinding light scorched my eyes. I cried out in shock and surprise, I screamed when I saw the ruination that was my old body. I watched as muscled blindly contracted and Liana emerged into the light. From the neck up I was a mess my face unrecognizable only the top of my skull was intact and so apparently was the brain beneath it. As the nurse placed me in an incubator I realized that if I was in the body of one of the babies I had been carrying then my old body must be dieing. This did not sadden me the way I though it should. Here I was in a new and powerful body I could feel the strange forces that had combined to make my brother and me compatible. Even my parents couldn’t have foreseen the power that drove them to plan and execute the events that lead to me being in this most special vessel. Alarms sounded, nurses and doctors yelled and I understood it all, my body was dead, but I wasn’t. As the nurse rolled the incubator out of the emergency room I saw my mom and dad and my brother, and I saw Liana her body at least, now a dead husk with a deep red hole in the chest. I knew then what had happened and through the strange bond we now shared I knew that Liana also knew. Revenge was necessary but it would be slow in coming. On our way to the nursery I learned much and saw more than I understood. I saw souls, spirits waiting. I saw a woman in labor the baby crowing, a waiting spirit dove into the emerging baby and it began to cry with fear and delight. The next few months were a confusing blur. Liana shared a special form of communication that allowed us to talk without sound. We discovered that her body had the same powers mine did. We urged our muscles and organs into action but progress was slow even if it was incredibly fast by grown up standards. Liana and I allowed ourselves to be handled and cared for by my parents but we made very sure that whenever my brother came near us that we let the world know how much we hated him. Years passed, we grew; we gained in knowledge and strength. We took no action against our killer. We knew that everyone else though our original deaths were a mystery. My parents took us camping and we practiced our fledgling powers in the seclusion of the forest. At home we practiced in the basement and in our backyard clubhouse. We also lived normal lives or at least as normal as two fledgling gods could live. Not that we thought of ourselves as gods but we felt no limits to the powers that we used with ever increasing skill, and years passed. Our bodies grew and changed as bodies do and as our eighteenth year neared we ready ourselves for the final confrontation. As always please let me know what you think. I know I went a bit far field here but this is where the story seemed to want to go. This story will be concluded one way another in camping 6 in which revenge is truly a dish best served cold. Camping Ch. 06 Winter had come and with it; revenge. Liana and I were well used to our bodies by now, 18 years of waiting was about to end. Unlike most people we had not waited after death to claim new bodies this gave us a connection to that other world that is felt more than seen. Liana, or as everyone else called her Brianna, and I, Sara practiced everyday in the secret places we created out of reality and the tree fort in our "grandparents" back yard. We had long outgrown the fort but the doorway was all that we really needed. Tucked away in these hidden places we formulated our plans and practiced our revenge. Two weeks before the 18th anniversary of our death, and consequent birth our "grand parents" passed into the beyond. We watched them go hand in hand to that high place were all "souls" go for a time to await new bodies for them. It was not unexpected by anyone least of all us but it set our plans back. So we waited, two months, four months, in the end we waited an extra year to take our revenge. Looking back the timing couldn't have been better. Our first step was to get him out of the house, a camping trip in memory of our parents and grandparents served nicely. Our first night we loaded the spare tent with open food packages and as we had hoped animals came in the night and in the morning the spare tent was nothing more than shredded cloth and poles. That left us with just two tents, he slept in one, Brianna and I slept in the other. Despite the fact that our bodies were identical twins she and I had been lovers for years, our spirits enacting our love through our bodies. On the third night we moved to the second phase of our plan and placed raw meat under the outer edge of his tent. As we had intended animals came in the night and dawn found him huddled in a blanket shivering in fright. We were forced to move all of our food into the car and in the final move force him into our tent. The first night passed peacefully enough as we had planed. Though he had some very erotic dreams, as evidenced by the huge cum stain on his sweat pants the next morning. The first day passed peacefully as well and we spent the day in preparation. Hiding the borders of our enclosed world, making sure that the opening of the tent and the doorway were aligned exactly. We could have taken him in the normal world but we wanted time and we controlled time within our secret world. That evening we fed him a huge meal lacing everything with sexual enhancers and drive increasers. We also wore our skimpiest clothes and made sure that he saw tantalizing flashes of just about everything we had to offer at least twice. By the time the fire had burned down to coals he was squirming in his chair the bulge in his pants showing how revved up and horny he was. Claiming weariness I went to bed first, Bri, held him by the dieing fire for another hour and then with a sensual strut and a silky purr to her voice she said she was going to bed and suggested that he join her. He was so horny that he never objected never asked what I might think never even brought up the issue of Bri being related to him. As Bri passed through the entrance of the tent she held open the doorway and he slipped in surprised to find his face mashed against her left breast. Moving aside she allowed him to come in the rest of the way and when he did I sealed the doorway making it impossible for anyone without powers to leave. Brianna and I had always used alternate forms in our secret world. I was in my Amazon form; wild hair, bronzed skin, massive self supporting breasts covered by slim ragged strips of hide, flat six pack abs that flared smoothly into broad hips and a deep pelvis. I crawled on my knees towards him making animal sounds. When he turned to look at Bri she had also assumed her favorite form, that of a Greek goddess. Pale alabaster skin, haughty aristocratic features, piercing blue eyes, full breasts covered in a pure white toga, demure slim hips and flat belly hidden by the pleats of her dress. She stood in a place were there shouldn't have been room to stand and looked down on him with contempt. In her hand was a senchal or Greek war baton. Still crouched he backed up his hands extended behind him as if he expected to feel the material of the tent. He met no such resistance and after a few steps he stopped and stood up turning around to see where the tent had gone. He could see clear to the horizon of our world, or more appropriately the horizon we had set, all was featureless green plane under a royal purple sky. "Do you like it Daddy?" I asked in a low husky voice. "Yes Daddy do you like it?" Echoed Bri in smooth cultured tones. He spun around to face us. "How did you..." he trailed off "Why are you..." He trailed off again. "What did, how are..." every time he started a question it trailed off into silence. It was time; We built the house first, not our house but a replica of the hotel room where our bodies were conceived. Then we added the bodies, the much younger me in my old body and him both naked both obviously in the throws of ecstasy. We played the scene forward and back then we began jumping through the events in our lives. We watched as his sperm, magnified to massive proportions, mated with an egg and began to divide. Throughout it all he stood petrified by what he was seeing. Then we showed him our deaths, his brutal murder of us. Finally we plunged him into darkness and kept him there until he began to scream. "Are you ready, Daddy?" I asked from the darkness and my voice echoed around him. "Are you ready, lover?" Bri asked from right next to him in the darkness. "Do you want it, Daddy?" I asked from directly behind him. "Come to me, lover." Bri husked from the in directly in front of him. Animal sounds began to emerge from the darkness, deep predatory husks and yowls, brilliant yellow and green and red eyes peered from the darkness. Deadly shadows more felt than see in the dim light we now created. He ran, ran for the light that never came closer. He ran until he fell from exhaustion and then he crawled all the time with our voices egging him on and the animal eyes and sounds harrying him. Finally he stopped drained of all energy he curled into a ball. Whimpering in terror begged for us to stop taunting him, pleading for us to take the animals away and let him into the light. "Why?" we whispered in echoed concert. "What makes you deserving of anything other than eternal darkness?" We asked our voices coming from directly next to him. Whimpering, arms and legs scrunched tight against his body, he didn't respond. Only curled himself tighter and continued whimpering. Considering him from our great height we ruefully agreed that it was time to move on or we would be left with nothing but a body and a broken mind and we intended to do much more to him before that. The brilliance of a desert sun glared down upon him crisping the pale skin of his naked body, wind howled with the voices of thousands of jeering fans. Instinctively he tried to move tried to hide himself from the insane light but he was strapped down his legs and arms spread eagle, his head immobilized by a ring of cold iron bolted to the back board. Closing his eyes did no good the light pounding down on him precluded that. His genitals were held out from his body by clips and wires attached to counter weights. This was not bondage because there were no gags, no whips, no feletato, no sexuality, or even bestiality. I walked around the board coming to stand in directly in front of him, turning down the light as I came. I looked as I had on the day he and I had first had sex. Bri came and stood next to me looking as she had looked on the day she had arrived at our house. Then we stepped back leaving our former bodies standing like living statues. Then we stepped forward and stood next to our former selves. "Hello brother." I said in a light voice. "Recognize me now? Do you recognize us?" He said nothing just closed his eyes, I could see blisters beginning to form on his chest and thighs. His skin was becoming a deep red where it wasn't already tanned and his genitals were suffering the worst. "Answer me you bastard!" I yelled slamming the board just between his legs with a heavily spiked club. But he still said nothing. "Then burn," I growled "but understand this, it wont kill you and it wont go away. You will burn until you answer me." But he refused to answer and so Bri and I left him there. For eight subjective hours we watched him but he never called out never made a move. It was his fingers that gave him away, blistered swollen sausages that moved minutely as if in time to something. "Bri," I said, "we need to change tactics he's put himself into some kind of a trance, he wont feel a thing until he comes out of it we need to move on to plan B." Bri nodded. Plan B was our fall back plan, it was harder because it required us to keep him off balance. Something we should have seen when we had put him in the dark. The blisters were gone, the restraints gone. The jeering fan and burning desert were gone. Light yellow cloth arched above him filtering pale moonlight, the fabric rustled in a light evening breeze. He woke slowly the memory of the pain he had endured fading slowly like a nightmare. He was dressed in his sweats but only the bottoms, a size to small, deliberately outlining the size and shape of his cock and balls. How long he lay there he didn't know awake but unbreathing, alive but suspended without taste, sound, or touch. The voiced were first, his body deprived of any other sensation than sight strained to catch what the voices were saying. We watch as his mind strained to make himself scream as the voices came clear. All the creepy sound bites from video games and horror movies. Insanity feeding on itself in his brain and being fed by his brain as we dug deep inside and fed it back to him. Restoring touch added another level of terror, as the bed he lay on became a bed of hands, grasping fingers slimed with ooze that was the cold of dead flesh. The cloth arching above him became a window of staring dead eyes that glowed with nonexistent moonlight. Giving him back his voice he screamed his throat tearing with the force of it. Hours or years later he came back to himself, suspended in cool nothingness, his body whole his mind more or less intact. I came to him, in my Amazon body, naked wide hips swaying with each step, breasts thrust forward and upward proudly swaying only slightly as I came to stand next to him. Banishing his sweats with one hand I looked down on his naked body with open contempt. "Had enough?" I asked Voiceless he nodded. His cock, however, had other ideas and was quickly rising to attention. "Bastard!" I yelled and slapped him hard enough to draw blood. There was no blood of course I wouldn't allow it. "You killed us!" I screamed at him hitting him again. "You stole our lives you stole the lives of our babies." Bri came forward and looked down on him with contempt. "Still won't admit to it?" she asked, "well we can fix that." From the fold of her toga she withdrew a hooked knife. Originally designed to open sacrificial animals without damaging their entrails it now served us a similar purpose. Reaching down she grasped his cock pushing it down until it hard length pointed at his toes. Curling her fingers she gathered his balls into her grasp. Raising the knife she slipped it slowly between his legs and brought the blade up until it rested against the loose flesh of his balls between her hand and his groin. His erection vanished instantly but still too late to prevent Bri's next action. The sound of bronze slicing through flesh was subtly sickening the sight of his semi-erect penis and heavy balls sailing into the darkness training streamers of pale fluid was surreal. Blood fountained from his now genital less crotch and froze, a pillar of glistening red leaping away from his body. He tried to scream, his chest hitched, throat strained neck muscles bunching in tight cords. But like the blood we didn't allow him the luxury of screaming. How long this went on he didn't know. We weren't about to allow him the luxury of true time. The sun was just an orange suggestion on the horizon, coffee was perking on the stove and the fire was crackling with merry energy as it consumed fresh wood. It was quiet, the world a peace before waking. Bri and I sat in the chairs around the fire facing the tent, waiting. The sun rose over the nearby hills and touched the tent. A scream rent the air. The terror contained in that scream went beyond nightmares and into the realm of insanity. The tent flap ripped open and he stumbled out, crying and whimpering in distress. Looking towards the sunrise he screamed again and then looked towards us. Raising his hands he reached for us and stumbled forward. The wall was as solid as any but it was transparent and it stopped him just as effectively as if it were brick. We held him that way until he had calmed down. "Are you ready?" we asked from our places by the fire. He looked at us madness shimmered in his eyes. "Yes!" He husked. "Then say it." I said "I'm... I'm... I'm... sorry!" he cried. "Your sorry, your sorry!!" I screamed. "Sorry wont cut it boy." Said Bri, calmly. "What do you want?" he begged "Your soul!" I said Bri cast me a slightly irritated glance, this wasn't part of the plan at least not the one we had agreed on, and turned back to our erstwhile brother. "What we want," she said "is something you can never give! We want our lives back; we want to give our babies their lives back. We stole these bodies from them, from the souls waiting for their next chance at life. This you can never give but we will take, and take, and take until all that is left is a soul whimpering in the darkness that never ends." Horror blossomed on his face and he leapt to his feet. Turning he ran tripping over a log and tumbled into the forest duff. Rolling he leapt back to his feet and disappeared into the thickness of the forest. They never found him just as we had intended. We knew where he was of course, running through a wild forest eternally. Running forever our laughter in his ears. * * * * * This is the end of this series of stories, I didn't want to end it this way but its been sitting in my mind way too long. Many of you have sent me feedback and I thank each and every one of you and hope you wont be to disappointed in this decidedly unerotic ending. As with all my stories I welcome your feedback.