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Unfairer Sex Ch. 01

By: FemmasXXY



I'm stealing the following from AnsemRai: "In the interest of writing a fictional story, I have not included any reference to safe sex or birth control. I imagine it takes place in a world where these things are not necessary."

Content/Spoiler Alert: Primarily Mind Control (sort of), but also heavy elements of Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, Masturbation, and Voyeurism, in unnecessarily gratuitous amounts, but not necessarily all in the same chapter.

~~~

It was getting really hard to get XKCD's "Every Major's Terrible" out of my head.

"I recognize my four-year plan at this point's not repairable..."

I sighed, looking at the booklets, pamphlets, and a couple other things that I couldn't identify but must've also ended in "let." Every department, even at my local community college, had its own brochure or somesuch. The problem was picking one. I was through my first year, and with it, my basic classes. Now was the time to buckle down and decide what the zip-a-dee-doo-dah I was going to do with my life.

Well, fuck.

Luckily I was alone with my thoughts, for whatever help that gave. My sister, home awaiting the fall semester of college, was still talking to her high school friends on the phone in her room before they all moved away. Her graduation from high school was a pretty awesome affair, as tedium goes, but she was still a little sad. Our parents kept telling her to invite some of her friends over, have one more summer blow-out.

Eighteen-year-old hotties walking around the backyard pool in their swimsuits? Yes, please!

Said parents were also out of the way, although their rooms were in fact desks they worked at, 9-to-5ers, both.

Needless to say, deep as I was in thought, the knock at the door startled me. Brittany (my aforementioned sister) didn't come running, so I got up to answer it.

When I opened it, a blonde woman about my age looked back at me, smiled, and held out her hand.

"Sorry," I said, "I'll go get Brittany."

"Well, if your name is Blake Turner," said the woman, "I'm here for you. You can call me Angela."

"I am Blake Turner," I said, taking her hand, "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

"No, we've never met. May I come in?"

"...I guess."

Once inside, I got a good look at her. White pantsuit, low heels. Tough to read what kind of body she had. She went straight to my living room and sat in an armchair, gesturing that I should take the couch, presumably to relax. I sat, but stayed upright.

"What's this about?" I asked.

"Well, I have some things to tell you that you may find hard to believe," said Angela, "But once we're done talking, I can back up what I've said. And I'm here to offer you... less of a job, more of a calling."

"A calling." My voice was flat.

"Well, let's rip the Band-Aid off quickly, shall we? There are... entities. Think of them as the Organizers. They sort of... run the universe, only on a level that you can't perceive. Some of them have differing ideas as to the manner of the universe's organization. These disagreements have formed paradoxes that frankly have your science chasing its tail. So for the time being, they will sometimes imbue people, humans, with particular traits. For them, it's like flipping a coin. A gamble. Not all of them do this, but the ones I am here to represent do."

"And you're here to imbue me with some kind of traits. What traits?"

"Well, the sexual state of affairs in your part of this world is, to be perfectly honest, a mess. Now, for various practical and ideological reasons, they are constricting your influence to the female gender. We would pick a woman for the male gender. What we want to give you is the ability to increase and decrease the sexual arousal of adult women, as you see fit. It would be what you would call your superpower."

"Okay," I said. "The first part is theoretical, sure. But what you're talking about... it's madness. It's wrong! And... no, there's no way I'd be able to."

Angela smiled. "The moral objection. Excellent! That's exactly what I wanted to hear. A person who will not misuse the power. Now, as to its actual morality... we'll get to that. But first, it must not be theoretical. You require a demonstration, yes?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, I do. BUT... I have to approve it. Nothing intrusive."

"You're the one demonstrating," explained Angela. "You are as of now, temporarily imbued. The first thing you'll notice is that you now have a new sense to interpret. It can be focused, like sight. Concentrate only on this room."

"I don't feel anything," I said.

"That's because I'm not actually human," said Angela. "I just made myself look like one for you. Extend it outwards until you feel something."

I don't know how I knew how to focus this new sense, but I suppose it's all part of the imbuing. I did so, and could feel...

"Wait! Someone's horny, nearby."

"A woman, Blake. You only sense women."

"Okay. The feeling... it's... sort of... rising and falling..."

"Good. I must say it's a good sign that you're concentrating on the gift rather than on the fact you can do what you want with her libido."

"Umm, thanks, I guess... now it's... rising again, slowly but steadily..."

"Mmm," said Angela. "I believe that's typically associated with sexual stimulation. She's probably having sex, either with a man, or with herself. Masturbating, I mean."

"There'd be a lot more variance and complexity if it were with a man, right?"

"To be honest, I don't know. But it makes sense, I guess."

"So... she wants to get off, and I'd just be making it better... right?"

"That's up to you."

"Well, I guess there's only one real way to find out." I sighed, closed my eyes, and concentrated.

"For now, try something simple," said Angela softly, "And don't forget to think of when the effect ends. We frown on creation of sex-crazed lunatics."

"Okay," I whispered. "I can sense... almost a number. A percentage. Like, from sexless to orgasm, zero to a hundred."

"Good. Think in terms of that number."

"Okay... I sense her peaks and valleys, one motion to the next. So... I want every valley to be... point one percent higher than the previous one. Until orgasm or the masturbation stops. Then the entire influence fades."

I opened my eyes. "How'd I do?"

"Sense it. You tell me."

I shut my eyes again and focused. I could feel the effect taking place. The woman, whoever she was, must have sensed the effects of the change I made, and slowed down. The peaks were sharper, and spread farther apart. She was taking her time. I'd had five sexual partners, and for all of them, the long slow burns were the best ones.

Another thing I sensed was more local. I was rock-hard under my jeans.

The woman was torturing herself and loving it. Goodness help me, but I loved it, too. It was sublime, knowing I was pleasuring a woman, to feel how aroused she was. It was hot. It was incredible. It was-

There came a cry from upstairs, timed with one of the peaks. Then another.

It was my sister?!

I shot a look to Angela, who'd clearly heard it, too.

"You can undo any change at any time," she said softly.

Still hearing Brittany's escalating cries and feeling her swells of pleasure, I replied, "I can't do that to her. It's not her fault."

I wished I couldn't hear it. I wished I had the stones to tune my new sense away from her. I wished my hard-on hadn't been raging harder at hearing my sister.

Angela and I sat quietly as Brittany got louder and louder, until I felt her climax hit her. Such an intimate view of her intimate moments... I felt a little dirty. But not nearly as dirty as I knew I should feel, and that made me feel dirty for a whole different reason.

Then I felt an influx. I didn't know of what, but there it was.

"So," said Angela. "Believe me yet?"

"Yeah, okay," I said, boner still raging. "I have a superpower. But how am I supposed to help people with it? Is more sex the answer?"

"Let's take a look, shall we?" asked Angela, and we were gone.

~~~

By "gone", I mean "not in my house anymore, or anywhere else I recognize." No sound, no flash, no fuss, just one minute here, next minute there. I saw trees. That's it.

"Where are we?" I managed to ask.

"Small patch of woods, just outside a women's prison," said Angela, "in Tennessee."

"TENNESSEE?!" That was over a thousand miles from my house.

"Relax. There's also a time layering taking effect. The Organizers really want you, so they're pulling out all the stops."

"So what am I supposed to do here?"

"There's a particular woman inside. Sex offender. Likes to look at boys. You, Blake Turner, have the ability to help her, as well as any boy she may otherwise inappropriately pursue."

"How?"

"That's your choice. Think about it. Meanwhile, try and find her among the masses in there."

I focused on my sexth sense (Get it?), and found a lot of women, of varying degrees and types. It took a second, but managed to pin one down.

"Can you borrow my sense for a second, see if I've got it right?" I asked.

"This once? Sure," replied Angela. After a second, she said, "Well done. That's her. Got a plan?"

"Yes."

"Okay. It's best if you verbalize or transcribe the whole thing, so that you are clear on what you are enacting."

"Sounds good. One question: How long is her remaining sentence?"

"Seven years. Five if her therapist says she's cured and she behaves herself."

"Five then. Ahem: Her maximum arousal from people she knows are under the age of eighteen shall decrease at a constant rate for the next five years, reaching zero at the end of that time. For the remainder of her life, her physical attraction to adults will be increased by one percent of what they otherwise would have been."

I actually felt it take effect this time.

"So," remarked Angela, "You aim to protect boys for sure, but you're also stacking the odds for her psychology to correct itself. A double barrier, and better for her in the long run."

"That's the goal, isn't it?" I asked. "Help people have more healthy sex?"

"Precisely. And, I must say, you used rather less force than most. Many would have immediately yanked out her entire libido in a fit of self-righteous indignation. But you not only saw her as just another person, you also intruded minimally into her life. That's thinking like an Organizer. Keep it up, and you'll find this responsibility is better than you think. Ready for the next one?"

"Next one?"

"More practice. Besides, aren't you hungry?"

Next thing I knew, we were outside an Olive Garden in what felt like Hell but turned out to only be Tucson, Arizona. Angela ushered me in. Once we were seated, she ordered for the both of us while my brain tried to catch up.

We sat. We didn't say much. We had lunch. It was surreal.

Most of the way through, an older couple sat down across the room, and Angela brought my attention to them.

"What do you feel from her?" she asked me.

"A healthy libido, but... something's in the way."

"Stress. She has a high-powered job. It tires her, distracts her. She loves her husband, but life has gotten in the way. Today is their anniversary. Dinner will be at a much nicer place. He's got the whole day planned. But as things stand now, dessert will just be a food item."

"Okay, so... I will have her arousal slowly increase at a rate of one percent per hour, linear..." I described a few other details, such as how long her climaxes would be sustainable for, and such. The effects would wear off once she fell asleep. Angela smiled when I was done.

"Nice. You're really getting the hang of this. Don't worry about the check- we have a finance guy."

And then we were back home.

"So, now that you've seen the job," said Angela, "What do you say?"

"Wow," I said. "Just like that, huh? Well... I mean... it sounds complicated, but I think I can do it. If I have questions, can I contact you?"

"Sure. I'll know, and then use some human means to get in touch. Anything else?"

"Not that I'm ungrateful, or don't see the point or, or..."

"Or...?"

"Well... isn't this all a little, you know... unfair to the fairer sex?"

Angela smiled. "Trust me. Women are not fairer than men, and if anything, you're helping to restore a balance. You'll see. Anything else?"

"Umm... no, not that I can think of off the top of my head."

"Good. Now, about your payment."

"Payment?"

"Yes. Had you asked what was in it for you, I would have been disappointed, but you didn't. That's wonderful. But you do get paid for services rendered. Firstly, since many of your adjustments will result in you having sex with the recipient, you cannot contract or transmit any sexually transmittable disease. And whether you impregnate someone is entirely your choice. Those are more protections for our investment than anything else. But your real pay...Ahem: Whenever you use your abilities and succeed in creating healthy sexual scenarios, you get... call it a commission. A well of energy you can use in your own personal sex life. I'm sure you felt it earlier, when your sister climaxed."

He did, and remembering was getting him hard again.

Angela smiled. "You can use the energy to do things other men can't. Be longer, thicker, harder, all within reason of course, but also last longer, cum harder, cum more... the possibilities are there to discover. But... as with any payment, you can run out. So if you want more of the benefit, do more work. You've made a good start, though. See, the reward is proportional to the size of the result versus the size of the alteration. A subtle change with a lasting outcome will garner you very powerful results. The work you did today? Well, you'll see. Anyway, I should go, and let you get on with it. Any ideas on what you'll do first?"

"Go to the mall," I said. I'd been mulling it over during lunch.

"I like the way you think," said Angela. Then she left. And that was it. The entire conversation that completely changed my life.

~~~

Her name was Kalista. Kallie for short. I'd had a massive jones for her since my freshman year of high school, and now she worked at, of all places, Victoria's Secret. I'd been tracking her shifts for a week or so, trying to pluck up the nerve to ask her out, but now I had a different plan.

See, on my most recent visit, I'd spied a glimpse of her schedule, and she was an hour into a shift by the time I got to the store. I sat at the food court and focused, which was great practice. before long I could tell distance and direction. I knew the layout of the store from Brit's eighteenth birthday, when I went in to nab her a gift card.

Some mutual friends on social media had mentioned in passing that she worked the fitting rooms. She always did have an eye for fashion. She could usually find ways of making herself look sexy as Hell, all within the school dress code. She was blonde-haired, blue-eyed, curvy in all the right places, and a ball of energy.

And once I found her, I discovered she was fairly horny all day. I'd barely have to do a thing. But I did. I gave her a slowly increasing desire, and decided to watch for a while.

In the meantime, I did all sorts of small adjustments on the women around me. Some were with their significant others, so I just gave them an extra boost for the day. Some seemed down in the dumps, so I put a time delay on it for later – they'd relax well after such a tough day. Things like that, stretching my wings.

After a couple of hours, I felt an influx and paid attention to Kallie again. Her arousal had dropped, but only back down to what it had been before. She'd apparently had a break in masturbated during it. Now was the time to make my move.

I made my way back to the store and walked in, bold as brass. I headed swiftly and indirectly to the area in front of where she worked, then stopped, as if suddenly realizing something.

"Hey, excuse me," I said, "Can you help me? I really need a woman's opinion."

"Sure," she said, getting up. "What are you looking for?"

"Well, I'm getting a female friend something of a surprise gift," I started, "We've been friends forever, and hey, no chemistry, so we help each other out. She's got a boyfriend she wants to make it good with..."

I chattered on until I saw her start to nod. She understood whatever the hell it was I was saying. As we talked, I subtly increased her arousal, conditional on how close to me she was and whether she was facing me. And you know? I didn't have to do that much- I felt her reacting that way anyway. Maybe I had more of a chance than I thought. I mean, I work out, but, still...

I saw her start to get antsy, and eased off the adjustments a little. But I held out a lacy thong and asked, "How would they feel about this one, do you think? I mean, put yourself in her shoes. How would you feel wearing this for your boyfriend?"

"I... I don't have one."

"Oh, sorry. Men's loss, I suppose. Okay, then, pretend I'm your boyfriend. How would you feel, wearing this for me?"

"I don't know if I can answer that for a customer," she said quickly, her fear suddenly overtaking her other feelings.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, contrite, "We've just been talking to easily. I'm sorry..." I made a show of glancing at her name tag. "...Kallie. I'm sorry Kallie."

"That's okay."

"Kallie... Kallie... where do I know that name from?"

"...Yeah! Come to think of it, you're familiar too."

"Kallie... as in Kalista? Kalista McGregor?"

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

"Blake Turner! We were in World History together, freshman year."

"Oh god, you're right!" We shared a good, relieved laugh at the "coincidence."

"I have a confession to make," I said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I kinda did want to be your boyfriend, back then."

"Really? You never asked."

"I was intimidated! You're... well, you're gorgeous!"

"Aw, that's sweet. Thanks."

"Wait... did you want me to ask?"

This whole time I was tracking her state, and she was ramping up all on her own. All I'd given her was a jump start and a little corralling.

"Well... no, sorry. We were just in different circles, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it..." I said, then looked her in those beautiful blue eyes. "What about now?"

She looked back. I saw lust.

"Now..." she said softly. "Not really looking for a boyfriend. But if you want... Maybe we can make up for what you missed."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." She bit her lip. I was getting hard before, but that was downright sexy. "Go to the first changing room and wait. I'll be there in five minutes."

As I walked off to the changing rooms, a couple of men's items with me just for show, I made sure Kallie would not lose any arousal before we met again. And just the slightest increase over time, just to be sure.

In the meantime, I considered my options. I had a reserve of energy now, and had yet to use it. Longer, thicker, harder? I'm average, normally. So I went with about an inch longer, half an inch wider, and kept the harder option for later.

Right on cue, Kallie came into the changing room.

"Right. They all think I'm on break. Nobody's allowed back here until I come."

"Come back, you mean?" I asked playfully.

"Right. That." Then she kissed me.

This was not a romantic kiss. It was urgent, it was hot, and it was a festival of lust in my mouth. I kissed back, letting Kallie take the lead. It was the least I could do, given that I pushed her into it, more or less.

"Mmmm," she moaned into my mouth, then broke the contact. "My God, is that your cock?" She was whispering. We would have to be quiet.

"Take a look," I responded. Boy, was I responding.

The extra length and girth made my cock look truly impressive without being intimidating, and that was before she even got my pants off. When it sprang free of my boxers, it slapped her lightly in the cheek and I felt her arousal spike. I tuned it out for now.


Unfairer Sex Ch. 01



Before I knew it, I was leaning back against the wall and Kalista McGregor's lips were wrapped around my cock. She was excellent. Constant rhythm, with just enough variation to keep it stimulating. And enthusiasm! I could feel her work as much as she could into her mouth. Meanwhile, she unbuttoned her shirt and I saw the most delectable titties I'd ever seen. D cups and no mistake, in a filthy lie of an innocent white bra. Her nipples strained the fabric.

Once her shirt was off, she stood back up, still jacking me with one hand. I decided to play a more active role. I peeled off her shirt, then wrapped my arms around her, grinding my crotch into her stomach and pussy (it was a long cock, and she was wearing heels). I unfastened her bra and set those babies free. Holding her up with one arm, I dove in and kissed, sucked, and licked to my heart's desire. Kallie gasped, but then clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. I still ground my crotch into her, and kneaded the firm muscles of her ass with my free hand.

"Fuck me, Blake," she whispered urgently, "Fuck me hard and fuck me now."

"As the lady wishes," I whispered, then turned her around. She had a fantastic ass, which I lifted her black skirt and ogled. Underneath, white string panties. Her stockings, which ran up her long legs to mid-thigh, were also white.

Kallie arched her back, thrusting her ass out to me, revealing her barely-concealed pussy to me. I pulled the panties aside, and ran a finger slowly up her slick folds. Kallie shuddered and breathed hoarsely. She tasted like peaches.

I couldn't take it anymore, and lined up. Within a few strokes, I was hip-deep in my high school fantasy girl. I called up my gift, and made it so she couldn't cum without me, and also that I'd get harder until I came. Kalista McGregor was about to get the fuck of her life.

There was no more ado. I fucked her. I slammed my dick into her pussy. I grabbed her hips for grip, then her waist, then finally pulled her into me and filled my hands with her tits. I tuned back into her, and found she was enjoying it better than I thought. Leaning my head over her shoulder, I moved my arms down. One was just under her breasts, letting them bounce freely, and the other moved down to toy with her clit.

Then I eased her off of everything, other than not being able to cum. I felt a little bit of a drop-off, but then it was like she downshifted. Next thing I knew, her pussy felt even better, and she was grinding herself onto me, grabbing her own tits and tweaking her own nipples.

Her eyes met mine in the changing room mirror, and that did it for me. For us. With one last slam, I buried myself into Kallie, and she braced herself against the walls. I was in heaven, pumping the untouchable hottie full of my cum. By the look on her face, she was enjoying it every bit as much as me. And I knew it was true.

We caught our breaths, and Kallie, who'd had the presence of mind to bring some tissues, cleaned what cum was leaking out of her. We re-dressed, and I suggested I leave first. I had a plan.

"Hey, Kallie," I whispered before I left. "You need another temp boyfriend, give me a call."

When I was outside, someone did try and get on my case about being near the changing rooms when the attendant wasn't there.

"Yeah, I was looking for Kallie. She was helping me earlier. Do you know where she is?"

"She's on break. She'll be back in a few minutes."

"Rats. I gotta go. Tell her I said thanks for everything!"

I didn't get much of an influx from that, but I learned a lot. That counts for something, right?

~~~

Okay, so maybe I was a bit selfish on that one. But trust me, if you'd seen her, you'd understand.

Anyway, when I got back home, I sat in my room, thinking about the day and all I'd learned. There was such a variety of women out there, and so many... I guess you could call them shapes of arousal. It's tough putting my input from one sense in the terms of another. I can't keep it consistent. Some women are horny like a violin solo, others are horny like the color mauve. (I had to look that one up. Colors are not my thing.)

I decided to just reach out with my sense and observe, not adjusting anything. I intentionally blocked my sister. To be honest, I didn't know if I was blocking her because I didn't want to know what she was up to, or because I did. The fact that I was even asking the question made me more than a little uncomfortable.

In any case, I put the whole thing out of my mind, and laid back in bed, "listening" to all of the women in my cul-de-sac. I was surprised at how many there were; close to twenty and the day-job holders weren't even home yet, although they would be soon.

Before long, of course, I got horny myself. Five of the women were obviously pleasuring themselves, and one was probably having sex. I decided to move my reactions to the hall bathroom. It had two doors, the outer one for just the sinks and the inner one for the rest. I stood in the sink area and shut both doors.

I stripped to nothing, and appraised myself in the mirror. Okay, so working out had for me, well, worked out. I could see what Kallie found attractive. After all, I couldn't goose along anything that wasn't already there. The thought of her made my cock twitch.

That's when I realized I should try out different aspects of my "payment plan," all the while still tracking the women in my neighborhood. Two of them were escalating together, and I realized I was sensing lesbians. So hot.

As I stroked myself, I made my cock longer again, around where it was before. It nearly touched my navel. Then I thickened, until my fingers barely touched wrapping around it. Best part was, I noticed my balls grew to match. Then I hardened. As I stroked, my skin stopped being pulled up and down, and the new friction felt amazing.

When I felt I had hardened enough, I closed my eyes and just felt the women around me. Stroking fast, I could tell which ones were cumming, and even felt another one start to engage in some pleasuring. Using my newfound influx pool, I kept myself from cumming, and just stood there, leaning against the sink counter, jacking at the brink of orgasm and loving every second of it.

The door handle turned, the door opened, and Brittany saw me in the bathroom mirror. We locked eyes.

"Hey, Blake, you're home, I-" was as far as she got before she noticed. In that time, my eyes opened wide and drank in the sight. Her full, round tits were bulging against her tight jogging bra. Below her bare midriff she wore a tight pair of shorts, and her toned runner's legs were open to view.

I like to tell myself it's because she broke my concentration on keeping from cumming, but I think we both know by now that's a lie. My sister Brittany is hot, and the moment I saw her wearing that outfit I wanted to cum.

And boy, did I ever cum.

"Oh, FUCK!" I grunted as my hand blurred and my first shots of jizz splashed the mirror. I never took my eyes off of my lusty little sister, and every line of cum looked in the mirror like I'd covered her with my cream. Which only made it hotter. And through it all, neither of us broke eye contact. I even tapped in a little more and made myself able to cum a while longer.

Neither of us spoke as I caught my breath.

"Wow," Brittany said after some time, her face unreadable. "Um... when you're done cleaning up, can we talk?"

~~~



Unfairer Sex Ch. 02



I'm stealing the following from AnsemRai: "In the interest of writing a fictional story, I have not included any reference to safe sex or birth control. I imagine it takes place in a world where these things are not necessary." 

Content/Spoiler Alert: Primarily Mind Control (sort of), but also heavy elements of Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, Masturbation, and Voyeurism, in unnecessarily gratuitous amounts, but not necessarily all in the same chapter. 

~~~ 

I cleaned up the bathroom well enough, but the entire time, my heart was pounding. I'd just had by biggest jerk of my life, because at the tail end of it I saw my little sister in a hot outfit. It was burned into the back of my eyeballs, and I was struggling not to get hard again. 

I call Brittany my little sister because of her height, not her age. She's eighteen, only a year younger than I am, but only five-five, where I'm a little over six feet tall. And I certainly don't call her my little sister for any other reason. The jogging bra she was wearing only managed to push her tits together to create some great cleavage. Her nipples showed through the thick fabric. Brittany has wide, grippable hips and a fine, round ass. Dark brown hair like mine, sexy green eyes, soft lips... 

Yeah, I'd stopped trying not to perv on my sister. She's really hot, all right? 

And now she wants to talk. That thought killed the mood. My nerves were pretty much shot at that point. Oh, well. Time to bite the bullet. 

I donned my boxers, shirt, and pants again, and found Brit in her room, sitting on her bed. 

"Uh, hi," I said in the doorway. 

"Hi," she said, "Sit down." 

I did. I was completely at her mercy, and she knew it. 

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't lock the door-" 

'Bro, that's okay," she said. "I've seen you naked before. Remember the dropped towel last year? And besides, I should be thankful you weren't doing that somewhere carpeted." 

She smiled. I felt I could relax a little. I'd forgotten about the towel thing. At the time she'd acted like she'd seen nothing. Apparently not the case. 

"Still..." I said. I was genuinely contrite, and totally not struggling to keep looking at her face instead of her tits. She hadn't changed out of her jogging outfit. 

"Look, bro, that's not why I wanted to talk." 

"It's not?" 

"No. I saw... how big you are... now." 

"...Oh?" I'm sure my face flushed. 

"And you weren't that big before. Nobody grows a cock like that in just a year. Some, sure, but not like that. And how much you came? What did you take, Blake?" 

"Take? I..." And then it hit me, what it must have looked like to Brittany. 

"No, I didn't take any..." My voice trailed off as more thoughts struck me. She remembered that clearly how big I was from just a towel drop? And how easily those dirty words rolled off her tongue... I shook off the thoughts. My new-found lust for my sister was playing tricks on my mind. 

"Come clean, Blake," said Brittany, dead serious. "Or I'm telling Mom and Dad." 

"Whoah, hey!" I said. "It's not like that, just... give me a sec, okay?" 

My mind raced, but then I decided, "Why the hell not?" 

"Brittany, something happened to me today. Do you remember someone coming to the door earlier?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Did you hear any of the conversation?" 

"No, I was... occupied." 

I remembered why, and tried not to smile. 

"Well, her name was Angela..." I filled her in. About the Organizers, about how they use mortals, about my ability to sense women's libido's and alter them. About how I get a "commission" from the result, an influx of energy I can use in my own sexual life. 

"And you decided that a bigger cock and lots of cum was the way to go," Brittany concluded. "Typical guy." 

"Hey, it was an experiment. I was trying out all the different things I could do. I can also last ridiculously longer and get a damn near solid cock." 

I wanted to shock her, or something. Hearing her talk dirty was getting to me. 

"You're so full of shit, Blake. I mean, that was an entertaining story, but come on..." 

"Kalista McGregor feels differently." 

"What?" 

"I went to the mall, and..." I told her all about my romp with my high school wet dream. 

"Damn. Another good story. But you still could have done that by taking something." 

"Have a good orgasm today?" I asked. 

"Why do you ask?" She was suddenly nervous. 

"First thing Angela had me do was reach out and find a horny woman, and just tweak her libido up. It's how I got proof from her that I could do what she said. I didn't know who it was at first, but then I heard you crying out from your room, in time with what I sensed, and..." 

"Stop, Blake," Brittany said. "Just stop. You... you actually believe all this, don't you?" 

"It happened. You saw the results. You felt them." 

"That could have been..." 

I didn't have a choice anymore. I had to convince her, or things would go very badly between us. I reached out and sensed her. What I felt was- 

"Holy crap!" I exclaimed. 

"What?" 

"You are really, really horny right now." 

"It's those stories you told. You're really good. And you don't have to read my mind to guess that." 

"Do you want me to prove it?" 

"Prove it?" 

"Yeah. I can prove what I've been saying... or... you can keep believing that your brother is a crazy steroid freak." 

"Well... when you put it that way..." I knew she was convinced. I could feel her arousal begin to edge upwards. 

"Lay back on your bed and do your absolute best not to touch yourself," I instructed. That got her a little hotter, and she did it. 

"Okay," I said. "I'm going to slowly raise your arousal, and since you know you're not doing it, it must be me." 

"All right..." Her voice was shaking now. 

I concentrated, and set it up so that she'd climb over the course of about ten minutes, then stay right at the brink until I let go. 

"...I don't feel much different..." 

"Give it time." 

A minute passed. I could tell it was getting to her, but she was trying to cover. Her nipples stood out prominently through the jogging bra. 

"I was already worked up," Brittany said. 

"Sure." 

Before much longer, I could see her breathing get heavier. Her tits swayed up and down. I shifted in the chair I was sitting in, and realized I was hard as a rock. Again. Then Brittany started to move. 

"Hey, what are you doing? No touching!" I protested insincerely. 

"Not touching," Brit whispered, "But I just need to..." She couldn't finish. What she could do, though, is pull her jogging bra off, letting her luscious tits bounce down onto her chest. Then she quickly removed her shoes. Before I could react further, she tucked her thumbs under her waistbands, and pulled off her shorts, panties, and socks in one smooth motion. 

"Sis..." I asked quietly, "What's... why did you..." 

"Just needed to be naked," she said, closing her eyes and laying down on the bed again. 

I said nothing. In fact, I hardly moved. I drank in every detail, let me tell you. My sister took care of herself, and it showed. Her smooth skin... oh my god was her pussy shaved? Yes! And it was slick already. My cock twitched, and I had to divert a little energy to calm myself down. 

"MMMMMmmmmm..." Brittany moaned. A smile crossed her face. I checked; she hadn't come yet. But it was apparently a good moment on the way. She sat up, and with her eyes still closed, got onto her hands and knees, making me lurch in my seat. 

"I'm not saying I believe you, not saying I don't," she said playfully, "But if this is going to be a big one, I should be face-down." 

She tucked her feet under her pillows, grabbed the sides of the bed, and laid with her head towards me, eyes still shut. I tried to glance at her ass, but ended up gaping, staring, then leering instead. It took an effort of will not to reach over and grab it with both hands. 

Now I kept my eyes on her face. She was lost in concentration, yet the sexual passion only made her look more alluring, as with most women. 

Brittany moaned again, and this time, kept moaning. Her soft lips parted, and she ran the tip of her tongue across them. Then something seemed to shift, and the look of concentration intensified. She put her face straight into the bed and gripped the sides tightly. 

"Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, fuck..." The words were muffled, but I could make it out. My sister started shaking. Her whole body was rigid and trembling. 

"Ohhhh, fuck!... Ohhhh, fuck!..." 

As entranced as I was, I shook enough of it off to lean forward and say. 

"I won't let you until you say it... Do you believe me?" 

"What?" She seemed to remember I was there. 

"Do you believe me?" 

"Yes... yes... yes! Yes! Yes! Please, let me cuuummm..." 

I released her, and pushed her amp to eleven. 

"OH! FUCK! YES! YES! YES!" She devolved into incoherence as her whole body writhed. I made my sister cum. And god, it felt good. 

"You can touch yourself now," I mentioned. 

Brittany immediately flipped over and ran her hands all over herself, which was incredibly hot. Then she surprised me by slipping a hand down to her pussy and playing with it some more. 

Before long, she was clutching suckling the tip of a pinky, while her other hand pleasured her pink, on the brink again only this time without my interference. She snapped her eyes open, met my gaze, and came again. 

Our eyes burned into one another's while she climaxed again, and then she shut hers to ride out the aftershocks. 

"And now I need a shower," she said. I chuckled, took my cue, and went to my bedroom. 

~~~ 

By the time Brittany got out of the shower, our parents were home, so we couldn't talk any more about the events of the day. What I still had was a raging desire to fuck something silly. I told my family I was hanging out with friends. I'm pretty sure Brittany knew better. 

I opted for the gym. I'd gotten a membership because my school friends had badgered me into it so they could get some sort of group rate or referral bonus or something. Now it was going to become a great place to hunt down a nice piece of ass. 

What I needed was... I suddenly found that my search was over. Her name was Bree. I never caught her last name, but she was a year ahead of me in school. 

I chatted her up, working some subtle mojo. She was interested in me anyway, lucky me I guess, and just needed some hints to get her into the frame of mind to get into the showers with me. 

This gym had private showers. Shoot, they even had little anterooms for undressing so they didn't need to divide the men's from the women's. We hatched a plan for her to pick a shower, then text me which one, to join her five minutes later. After assuring that her mood wouldn't fade, I scanned the gym and made a fair few adjustments. Exercise juices the libido, so I'm sure it went pretty much undetected. 

I got the text, and went back to the showers. Nobody was there, luckily, so I slipped in and locked the door behind me, just as Bree had made sure it was unlocked for me. 

Bree stuck her face around the curtain and smiled. "Glad you made it. The water's hot and so am I." She licked her lips and disappeared back into the steam. 

"Got that right," I said softly. No sense begging people to overhear us. I stripped quickly, and with a moment's thought, sized up my cock. Then I stepped through the curtain. 

Bree was downright delicious. I don't know what it is about short girls, but they have the most fantastic asses. I mean damn. She didn't have time to turn around before I grabbed her by the hips and ground my erection against her. 

"Ooh, that feels big," she whispered. "That all for me?" 

"All for this fine ass," I said, "And for these beautiful tits." 

"Come on," Bree said. "My tits are-" 

"Amazing," I interrupted, still grinding. "Round, firm, perky... I could kiss them for days." 

"I like the sound of that," Bree said, starting to grind back into me. Good God, that woman knew what to do with her hips. "But maybe next time. Right now? ... I want that cock to pound me into the wall." 

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. 

Bree was wet but she was tight. I actually slimmed my cock up a little, and I still had to take it slow. My cockhead made it in, and I made a few thrusts. A tease for us both. When I felt her relax, I went in deeper. Each stroke, I felt more of her hot pussy around my cock. With one massive jerk, I buried myself to the balls in her. We stood for a moment, letting her adjust, and she turned her head to make out with me. Her hair was slick against her head, and looked black. 

It was Bree who got things going again, rocking her hips back and forth over my cock. I kept my hands on her hips and let her, watching her ass work its magic. 

"So..." she asked breathlessly, "You gonna fuck me... or make me do all the work?" It was said jokingly. This woman had mischief in her eyes. 

Bree braced her toes on the ledge at the bottom of the shower, giving her enough height that I didn't have to crouch anymore. One she was there, I laid into her, focusing all of my energy on driving my cock as far into her as I could, as fast as I could, as hard as I could. 

"Yes... like that..." Bree encouraged, her hands braced on the walls to either side. Thank God for recessed shower controls, otherwise the position we were in, would have been painful. 

Even so, my legs were getting tired. It's my cock that can go forever. The rest of it, I'm on my own. I pulled out, and turned Bree around. After a passionate kiss, I gave her a look and a nod, which brought a smile to her face. We opened the curtain and she now had room to get onto her hands and knees, those round ass cheeks beckoning me to her. 

I got down, too, and resumed pounding her, now doggy-style. We weren't in a frame of mind to care about noise anymore. Hearing the slap, slap, slap of my hips against her wet ass was exhilarating. 

"Blake, I'm... I'm... uhhh... ohhhhhh..." Bree threw her head back in a silent shout. I felt her body tense up, but continued my pounding. Her tight pussy nearly squeezed me out, but I managed it. When he recovered, she shot me a sexy-as-Hell look over her shoulder, and said simply, "Lay down." 

"Yes, ma'am," I repeated. My feet nearly touched the shower wall, and my head nearly touched the anteroom door, but I managed it. I reached up and grabbed our clothes, tucking them under my head. 

Bree crouched down, straddling my legs, then took my cock in one hand, bent down, and sucked the tip. It was heavenly. In doing so, the shower got her soaked all over again. Then she shifted forwards, leaned forwards, and kissed me again. 

"You have no idea how much I needed this," she said. "How I've wanted this." 

"Maybe I'm psychic," I replied. 

I swear to you, she was so wet and I was still so hard that she didn't need to aim- she just had to slide back. I lurched at the exquisite pleasure of feeling her pussy envelope me again. She gave me a warm smile, and then... 

Good God, that woman knew what to do with her hips. I know I said it before, but trust me, it bears repeating. 

The woman made me almost dizzy with sensation. And every time I gasped and jerked, I could feel how much it turned her on. I didn't have to do a thing to her now. Well, except for keeping my cock at its fullest. If not for my staying power, I'd have gone off when she did. 

"Is someone in the showers?" came a male voice. We froze. 

No other showers were on, we realized. And no other voices replied. 

"Just me, I think," called out Bree. 

"Okay, hurry up," said the voice, "We close in fifteen minutes." 

"That explains a lot," I said. 

Bree giggled. And somehow, that was the sexiest thing she'd done yet. I kissed her, she kissed back. Hey, I meant it to be a meaningless fuck and it turned out we had chemistry. Go figure. 

Speaking of figures, Bree's got to business. While my eyes feasted on her bouncing tits, she slammed herself onto my cock, over and over. Tender as that moment had been, we both really needed to fuck. 

My hands of her hips, roaming around to grab her ass. I even widened myself out a little, just to get her the extra mile. 

Then she slowed, riding my cock sensuously, coaxing my climax out of me. She leaned back, and the shower water cascaded off her mouthwatering tits, all the while her pussy continued sliding up and down my cock. Then she reached up and grabbed her tits, playing with them. 

"Bree..." 

"Mmmm?" 

"Bree!" I repeated in a hoarse whisper. She got the message, leaned forward, and we kissed again. Still liplocked, she picked up the pace until I felt the jolt at the base of my cock. Hungry for it, Bree rocked on top of me, faster. 

The clothing under my head prevented a concussion, I threw my head back so hard. I felt my seed pour into Bree's pussy. As soon as I had breath back, I could wait no longer, and I attacked her tits. Sucking, nibbling, licking, I had to have it all. 

I kept my face buried in Bree's chest as I blasted my final few shots into her. We shook, we shuddered, we kissed, we caressed... we panicked when the five-minutes-to-closing lights flashed. 

I can imagine the looks on the gym workers' faces when Bree and I raced out the door at the last minute, hand in hand, our bodies soaked, our clothes mostly drenched, laughing and red-faced with embarrassment. Good times. 

We hung out outside afterwards. It turned out the reason she was so hard up for some was that her now-ex-boyfriend had convinced her to stay with him and be true to him while he was on the road with his band. Thanks to Instagram, she found out how one-sided the deal really was. He didn't know she knew, so she was treating his stuff like crap until he came back from tour in a month or so. 

Like the van she drove to the gym in. It was his, got terrible mileage which is why they never toured on it, and she was driving it waaaaaay past the recommended check-up time on the Jiffy Lube sticker. 

I didn't need to do a thing after that (except keep my cock consistent with before to avoid questions). It was Bree's idea that we should desecrate the back of the van. Let me tell you something: I have been to the gym three times a week ever since, to work out. What she showed me that night... Wow. Fit girls are sex factories when they want to be. 

~~~ 

By the time I got home again, my family was all asleep. I came in quietly, and went to the kitchen for a late-night snack. Massive amounts of highly energetic sex really build up an appetite, you know? 

I looked at the college major literature I had spread out on the kitchen table. Dinner had been in, shock of shocks, the dining room, so my stuff was undisturbed. That made me think of a question. 

"Angela?" I whispered. "Skip the formalities, please. Can we walk?" 

"Sure," she said, from behind me a moment later. 

Angela, my not-exactly-human guide, now stood, leaning against the kitchen island. I hadn't noticed before, but her figure was, not to put too fine a point on it, divine. I was getting hard all over again, and remembered that I needed some food. 

"I had a question," I continued whispering, "Am I allowed to do this for a living? I mean, not this, but another job that I can use this for?" 

"Hmmm... what sort of idea are you playing with, Blake?" 

"Sex counselor, or sex therapist. Something like that. Something where the changes I make will go unnoticed. Not to mention the education I get towards the degrees required will help me make better decisions, and more nuanced solutions." 

"Go on..." 

"And it will require a post-graduate degree, which means I'll be in close proximity to the entire female half of the college for longer. More opportunities to learn. But my biggest question is, will the Organizers be upset if I make a living off the gift they've given? I mean, aren't I already being 'paid' by the influx?" 




Unfairer Sex Ch. 02



"A fair question." Angela sat back and appeared to think for a moment. "Given that the monetary gains will allow you to focus on not only more adjustments, but better ones as well, the Organizers give you their blessing." 

"Great!... On a personal note, any idea what I should tell my parents? I'm guessing that, 'Hi, Mom, Dad, I'm going to help people have sex!' might not go over so well." 

"You could just tell them you want to go into psychotherapy, and then reveal your 'epiphany' later that you've discovered a knack for sex counseling. Or something." 

"Awesome idea. Thanks. Um, that's all for now, I guess. I don't want to keep you." 

"You're welcome, Blake. See you around." Angela faded and disappeared. It was a little disconcerting. 

It had been a rather unusual day, to say the least. I made a couple of sandwiches, then read the brochures with renewed interest. I had a couple of ideas- I'd check out the post-grad stuff in the morning. 

Once I'd put my plate in the sink, I went to bed. The next thing I knew... 

I found myself standing in Mrs. Fitzgerald's back yard, next to her pool. Mrs. Fitzgerald was the neighborhood MILF and everybody knew it. Widowed, children moved out of state, still smokin' hot and flaunting what she's got. I felt the sun beat down on me as I stood there in my swimming trunks. 

"Hey, there," she said, looking at me over her expensive sunglasses. "Is that for me?" 

She licked her lips and stared at my crotch. I became painfully aware that I was hard. But I couldn't speak, and so settled for- 

I saw her tits. She was wearing denim shorts that really lived up to the "short." And her top was just a bikini bra. She walked towards me saucily, her hips swaying and her jugs matching the rhythm. 

-nodding. Yes. yes, it was for her. She smiled wider, then dropped to her knees in front of me. She pulled my shorts down like a pro, then engulfed my stiff rod in her mouth. 

I gasped, and Mrs. Fitzgerald bobbed up and down greedily over my stick. When she had given her mouth its fill, she went to stroking me with her hand, keeping her lips on my tip. Her tongue was energetic and relentless. Before long, I felt the cum rising, and Mrs. Fitzgerald stroked me as fast as she could. 

I came hard. Long streams of my thick, gooey cum poured out onto her magnificent tits. Her chest was covered in my spunk. Groaning appreciatively, my new favorite MILF took my cock back into her mouth, and sucked the rest off. I bucked, my eyes shut tight in pleasure. 

When I opened them, I was in a bedroom. It took me a second, but I recognized the woman in bed. Dylan. I never knew her last name. She was the bad girl- tattoos, several ear piercings, rumors of her and who-know-how-many guys, all before the age of eighteen. But despite it all, she had some damn fine curves, and was actually really cute under all that ink. She'd finally turned of-age, like, a month ago. I remember my parents talking about it. 

"Oh, damn!" Dylan exclaimed in astonishment, looking, like Mrs. Fitzgerald did, at my crotch. 

Glancing down, I saw what she meant. The cum and the redness from my poolside blowjob were gone. I had a brand-new hard-on, and it was even bigger than before. Longer, wider, thicker, harder. I was even leaking a bead of precum already. If you'd seen this lady, you'd know why. 

Without hesitation, Dylan got out of bed and wrapped herself around me, arms around my neck, leg around my waist. By the way, this is when I noticed that I was completely naked. 

Dylan ground her scorching-hot pussy against me, groaning the whole while, kissing me passionately. 

'You want this pussy?" she asked, teasingly. "You want to take it? Fuck it? Make me scream?" Huh?" 

God, yes. 

"Then do it. Do it. Use me. Leave my poor pussy so raw from your huge cock." 

Okay, here's the deal. I have a thing about dirty talk. If it doesn't go too far, it gets me going a little nuts. 

I arched my back and lined up my cock her Dylan's elevated pussy. Knowing how wet she'd be, I thrust in with one long stroke. I was gratified to see her eyes roll back in her head, and her grip slacken. 

I grabbed her by the waist and thrust in, pounding her. She tossed and flailed like a rag doll, quickly escalating to shouts and moans of ecstasy. 

And god, her pussy was hot. I could have gone like that for ages. But I knew where I wanted this to go. 

I set Dylan down and pulled out, making her pout alluringly. With my last bit of self-control, I shoved her face-down onto the bed, and climbed over her. I plunged my cock deep into her pussy again, while she screamed into her pillowcase. My hands grabbed her firm ass for support as I stuck it to her again and again. 

She came again and again. Each one only seemed to egg her on. 

"Please..." she pleaded, looking over her shoulder to me. "I need it. Come inside me. I want to feel it... Fill my little pussy with that big cock and all that hot cum..." 

One last thrust, and I poured everything I had into her tight eighteen-year-old snatch. She screamed and shook, working her pussy to squeeze even more out of me. 

But again I closed my eyes, and found myself somewhere else again. Checking, I found myself naked, again, and my cock even bigger, again. I was definitely pushing ten inches, minimum. This time, however. I was kneeling. 

Now I was in a different bedroom. This time there were two beds. 

"You wanna share this time?" asked one voice behind me. I turned my head around, and saw Eva and Nina Alvarez, identical twins from down the street. They were a couple of years ahead of me in college, and had spicy latina bodies with tits to die for and, damn do I live in a neighborhood full of some fine examples of womanhood. The matching pink babydolls they wore made me nearly cum on the spot. 

"Let's," the other one replied. I never knew them well enough to remember which was which. 

They knelt, synchronized, in front of me on either side of my cock. Without taking their eyes off of each other, they slowly removed each other's top, letting all four dishes of my eyes' breast buffet free. 

Then they started to slowly caress one another's tits. Soft strokes, some light nipple play, cupping, squeezing, the works. I was- and there's not a better way to put this- sort of ignored. I was the cock. What they were there for was each other.  

For the record, I did not mind. At all. 

Eva and Nina leaned over, and before I knew, my cock was pressed between them, sticking up from mounds of cleavage, covered in a sheen of precum. In concert, they began to slowly stroke me with their bodies, never in all that time breaking their gaze. 

Their lips opened, and their tongues caressed the head of my cock together. They were so close their lips often met. Either they were kissing with my cock in the way, or they were both blowing me while titfucking me. Or both. I don't care. 

The only sounds were the liquid smacking of their lips and tongues, and the glide of my cock in their flesh, their increasingly-heavy breathing, and the occasional soft moan. They obviously knew what they were doing with one another. That meant experience. God, how much hotter could this get? 

My pelvis held two of their breasts against my cock, and they each had a hand on the other two. It took a while for me to figure out what the remaining two hands were up to. 

"Yes, Nina," I heard one say. I guess it was Eva. "Just like that." 

"Oh god, Eva," Nina replied, the silence broken. "Faster." 

I felt a motion increase below, and realized they were fingering one another. Panties aren't too hard to pull aside when you really want to. And judging by the passion in front of me, they desperately wanted to. 

I was starting to lose my mind. The Alvarez twins kissed over my cock again, and the shuddering told me they were both getting closer to orgasm. So was I. I reached down and grabbed one impossibly firm ass cheek on each sister, which their bodies responded to, but they didn't say anything about. 

The moans became audible as they went back to tantalizing my cock. The heightening pitch and bucking of their bodies told me that we were all going to climax together. Just before the crest, they both whispered softly, "I love you." 

They came, their bodies tensing and their kisses enflamed. I followed, my cum spurting up into their mouths, or else under their chins, flowing back down onto their breasts. Long after my torrent stopped, Eva and Nina held their positions, only now, they kissed and licked and lapped up every drop of cum the other was covered in. Then they kissed some more. 

I hated to do it, but it had to happen sometime. I closed my eyes, and left. 

~~~ 

This time, when I woke up, I actually woke up. It was morning, in my own very real bedroom where I had fallen asleep, and my morning wood was a friggin' tree. 

Seriously, it was massive. Bigger than I'd ever use for actual sex. 

Oh, and did I mention I was really horny? Like, "I'm gonna cum any second" horny. 

Pulse pounding in my ears, I jumped out of bed, and to Hell with taking the time to get dressed. Luckily, the bathroom was next to my room, and my parents were already at work. 

I got to the tub and pulled back the curtain, ready to break the dam and release the river, when- 

"Blake?! What the-" 

Brittany was in the shower. I hadn't noticed the sound of the water, or the steam in the air, or anything. The need to cum was so overwhelming. 

I had to hold on, find somewhere else. And whatever I do, don't notice her tits, with her nipples getting erect, even after just a few moments. Don't notice her neatly-shaved pussy, her sleek athletic legs, her sexy hips, her inviting lips, those gorgeous eyes, and whatever you do, don't think about her ass. Don't think about her ass, because it's wet, it's right there, and if you think about her ass, you'll- 

Too late. 

"FUCK!" I roared. My hands flew to my cock and I pumped for all I was worth. 

My first jet hit her in the chest. The next one covered her face. She turned around for the third one, and then my fourth shot got her in the ass. Boy, was I right about how good it looked wet. 

Brittany stood there, hands braced on the shower wall, looking sexy as Hell getting covered in my spunk. 

Finally, when I could see it was over, because my cock finally returned to normal. I whispered, "I'm so sorry... Um, morning wood was a bit much this morning, and... and I didn't notice the bathroom was in use. I am so, so sorry." 

Brittany said nothing, but continued to shake as the water washed what cum it could off of her naked body. 

"Brit?" I whispered. I wanted to touch her shoulder, but was afraid how that might be taken. Accurately, in the worst-case scenario. I really hated that part of my brain sometimes. It never worked when I needed it to, like, three minutes before. "Brit? Please, say something." 

"Blake," Brittany said, trembling, "Do you have any idea what you've done?"



Unfairer Sex Ch. 03



I'm stealing the following from AnsemRai: "In the interest of writing a fictional story, I have not included any reference to safe sex or birth control. I imagine it takes place in a world where these things are not necessary."

Content/Spoiler Alert: Primarily Mind Control (sort of), but also heavy elements of Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, Masturbation, and Voyeurism, in unnecessarily gratuitous amounts, but not necessarily all in the same chapter.

~~~

My sister turned around, the shower water still washing away the copious amounts of cum I'd just doused her with. I saw a particularly stubborn glob get washed down her neck, between her ample tits, then slide down her abs, and hang on for just a moment before joining the rest down the drain.

Brittany had her head hung low, but her eyes darted up to meet mine. I was scared. Too scared to be turned on by her incredibly hot body. She was leaning against the back wall, her hands pressed flat against it, and she was still shaking.

"Do you know what you've done?" she asked again.

"I am so, so sorry," I whispered again.

"I've been trying not to... but now, now I can't stop myself..."

To my thorough dumbfoundment, Brittany spread her legs open and jammed two fingers into her pussy, all in one blitz of motion. Her free hand went nuts; caressing, sliding, cupping, squeezing, any part of her it could reach.

I was frozen to the spot, and more confused than ever. But damn it was hot. As much as I has just cum, and as weird as the situation was getting, I still found myself getting hard all over again.

Brittany closed her eyes and concentrated, her pussy-covered fingers working frantically.

"Ahhhh.....ahhhh.... AAAHHHHHH..."

My sister's shaking overtook her whole body, and she cried out as she came. When it subsided, she slumped down onto her knees in the bathtub and turned the water off. She knelt there, catching her breath for a while. I still stayed put.

"Yesterday," she whispered. "When you made me so horny I came... Do it again."

"I... what?"

"Do. It. Again. Slowly. I need you to."

I hadn't been extending my sex sense to her this whole time, I realized, and when I did, my cock got harder without any help from my influx. She was boiling. If it was a sound, I'd have been deafened. If it was a sight, I was blind for life.

But I also saw what she meant. As raging as her hormones were, something was blocking a part of her mind from it. I saw it like a shadow on a movie screen when a tall person stands up- I could see by what wasn't there.

I'd never seen Brittany like this, and had no idea what to do. But my gut had the deciding vote, and it said, "Do it." So I did. I set it up, let it go, then closed off the monitoring

At first, I saw no difference, but then Brittany perked up again, using her arms to keep her up on the edge of the tub.

"I need to... tell you something," my sister explained, her nipples returning to a rigid state. "I can't... couldn't, without... help."

"Anything I can do," I said. I meant it. I can't remember the last time I've lied to my sister.

"It's... wrong. It's bad," she continued. "And I've tried not to..."

I just stood there and listened. It was best to let her talk it out.

"Things I want... things I feel... ooh, Blake, I feel it building... thank you. Without... without you pushing me over the edge, I'd never have told you. But I'm too horny to care right now. Blake, when you covered me in your cum, I... I tasted it. And right then... I couldn't deny anything anymore. I, I want... I want..."

I could barely see her face, so I couldn't tell what she was feeling. I'd been right in front of the bathtub when I'd stopped, so her face was partially blocked by my engorged cock.

That changed. She lifted herself up a little. Her eyes met mine, and I saw a glitter in them that I'd never seen before, at least, not in my sister. I'd actually seen it before in people like Bree, and Kalista, and even the dream Mrs. Fitzgerald, and... oh my god.

I was about to say something, probably to agree that it was wrong, that it was something we shouldn't do, but she opened her mouth and took in the head of my cock.

"OH, GOD!" I gasped. She took that as her cue to keep going. She greedily swallowed my cock, then pulled back and did it all over again, and it was wonderful.

"Oh, Brit," I continued, already breathless, "God, I've wanted you... I want to... to taste you, hold you, suck you, fuck you..." I ran my fingers through her hair. "I know it's wrong. I don't care. Just... don't... stop..."

I met her eyes again, and I saw everything. The desire, the conflict (still!), the enjoyment, and below it all, the joy that I at least felt the same way she did. Once she saw that I understood, she closed her eyes, and concentrated.

My god, my sister knows her way around cock. I didn't last too long after that.

"Brit, I gonna... co-o-ome..."

I thought she'd keep going, but she popped me out and aimed me right at her chest again, where I blasted away, and my cum dripped down her tits. Then the adjustments I'd made earlier caught up with her, and she bucked with her own climax.

This time, however, she didn't shake. She just arched and swayed in pleasure, smiling with her eyes closed. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Once she let go, Brittany stood up.

"Brit, about what just-"

"I need to finish my shower," she said, as if nothing had happened. "We'll talk later."

"We will? I mean, right. Of course we will."

She closed the shower curtain, and that seemed to be it. You know, for a guy that can read even a part of women's minds, I was (and still am) absolutely no closer to understanding them.

But it wasn't women's minds I was concerned with at that moment anyway. It was my own. The whole thing started when I went to sleep, and something very strange happened that needed explaining.

"Angela?" I asked.

My liaison knocked on the inside of my bedroom door. I went over and opened it.

"Need these?" she asked, holding up a pair of boxers in one hand, and pants in the other. I looked down.

"Yes, please," I said hurriedly, and grabbed my clothes. Angela may not actually be human and I may have been crossing some taboos left and right today, but that doesn't mean I'm not at least trying to be decent. At least my parents weren't home. Boy, was that a conversation I didn't want to have.

"We know what you've done, and no, we don't judge. Nothing wrong as far as we can see," said Angela.

"Um, what? Oh, you mean... right. Thanks. But, um... no offense, but you're not human. It's out rules that apply here. Speaking of where rules don't apply... how does my gift work in dreams?"

"Ah, yes. This has happened before. Did you forget to turn off your newest sense before you went to sleep?"

"I guess not. What happened?"

"Dream occur on many levels, some of which are closer to the Organizers than this one. As such, the explanation is lengthy and involves a polysyllabically cumbersome vocabulary. The simplified version is that while sleeping, you detected women whose dreams were of a sexual nature, involving a male close enough to your description that substituting yourself for the intended did the dreamers no harm. If you knew them, they may even have been dreaming of you directly.

"What happened next was a sort of shared lucid dreaming state between you and the dreamer. When one dream ended, you went to the next, until there were no more dreams."

"Umm... Can twins share lucid dreams?"

"Frequently, although few remember it, especially if the desires expressed within are troublesome to their conscious minds."

"And when I woke up?"

"Ah. That." Angela nodded, her blonde curls rearranging themselves over her shoulders. "As your sense was uncontrolled while you slept, so too was your influx. your subconscious, normally blocked from using it, had access as you woke up, and to use the perfect word, idiotically used it all up in one go. Chances are you got as big and as hard as is possible, and came as much as possible, without, shall we say, foreplay. Is that what happened?"

"Oh, yes... wait, how can you know what happened with my sister and not why it happened?"

"The information I receive is on an as-needed basis at times. In the first instance, I was given words to say by the Organizers. In the second, I was expressing my own surmise. Sometimes it gets-"

"Complicated?" I finished. The door behind me opened, and Brittany walked out, not a drop of my cum on her, wrapped in a towel. "Speaking of..." I murmured.

Brittany looked startled. "Oh! I didn't know someone was here. Blake, who's this?"

"Angela. My liaison to the Organizers. I had questions about my dreams last night."

"Ah. That explains a lot, then."

"Was there anything else?" Angela asked.

"No, thanks," I said. Angela smiled, then walked into Brittany's room, shutting the door behind her. I had no doubt that if we'd followed her, she'd have been gone.

I explained everything to Brittany, and she nodded her head in understanding, but said nothing.

"And... about earlier..."

"No regrets," Brittany said instantly. "I mean, denying ourselves hasn't worked. Obviously. So, maybe we'll try just... letting it run its course. We won't throw up our hands and screw like rabbits, but we won't go back to denying we're just a normal brother and sister. Whatever happens... happens. And we'll take it from there."

"That is... remarkably sensible," I said. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"

Brittany busted out laughing. "Oh, no, bro, if anyone's getting in trouble for what they've done with your sister..."

I raised my hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I take it back! Sheesh!"

We hugged. It felt wonderful. Her soft flesh yielded so perfectly into mine, warm from the shower. I could smell her shampoo.

"There is one thing," she said softly.

"Anything, sis."

"Not all the way. I... I still want to save myself for someone special, and if we're just messing around..."

"I totally get it. Besides-" I picked her up in my arms, causing her to squeal. "-there's plenty else to do!"

I started marching to my bedroom door, still flung open from my wake-up emergency.

"What are you doing?" Brittany managed to get out, despite laughing.

"Returning the favor, of course!"

"Returning the... oh, my!"

I spilled her out onto my bed, and watched her towel fall away. Her beautiful laugh filled the air, but she tried to get up to leave. I think she was more nervous than anything; I was sensing a whole lot of horny, and that was just from her womanly scent in the air. My other sense was going crazy. So I wrestled her legs apart and leaned in, staring into my sister's smoothly-shaven pussy.

"Blake... you don't have to-"

I blew gently across her folds and her voice faded away into a moan.

With a simple kiss, I got a shudder from her, and just a hint of her taste. I flicked my tongue out, causing a gasp and a jerk from her, and tasted her fully. It was like... kiwi and cream, with a hint of cinnamon.

I was a goner from that moment on, and I was determined to take her with me. I didn't make any adjustments to her reactions, but I did keep an inner eye on them. What she liked, what she didn't, what she liked more, how her preferences changed as she got hornier. It was one hell of a sexy thrill.

And of course it didn't take too long before Brittany was thrashing on my bed. I had to wrap my arms around her hips just to keep her pussy from escaping. And let me tell you, it was a total drag to feel her ass muscles clench and watch her abs tighten up close... not!

"OH, GOD, BLAKE! That feels so good!... Right there, right there...ohhhhh..."

Hearing my babe of a sister singing my praises got my motor running like nobody's business. My cock was hard and throbbing all over again. But right now was about Brittany.

"Yesssss... yeeeessssss... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, god, BLAAAAAAKE!"

I felt my sister grind her pussy into my tongue as she came, her juices flowing into my mouth, where I drank it all like a desert canteen. She arched her back, her tits bouncing in the air. Her hands clutched the back of my head until the last throes coursed through her. Then she lay back on my bed and stretched, a look of sensual contentment on her face.

When she opened her eyes, they sparkled.

"We should probably do something about that," she commented.

"About wha- oh." My erection was still causing strain on the seams of my jeans.

It wasn't what I thought it would be, which was frankly her allowing me to jerk off over her lithe body. Again. Maybe that was just what I was hoping. Instead, she told me to grab the GPS from my car. By the time I got back, she'd gotten up, and was starting to get dressed. I opened the door just in time to see a short pleated skirt slide up over my sister's round ass cheeks, covering both them and the pink thong she was wearing. It perfectly matched the pink of her bra, which, I noticed as she turned around, made her cleavage quite pronounced.

If not for her desire to wait for the right guy, I'd have taken her right then and there. I did groan audibly and fall against the door frame.

Brittany laughed and smiled, and gave me an address for the GPS as she put on a shirt, a tight black one that, while giving me no new memories, brought to mind all the ones I'd just made.

"And the reason for the address?" I asked,

"We're going there," she replied, heading to the bathroom to put up her hair. "Sort of."

Once she was ready, we headed out the door. She wouldn't tell me why we were going to that address, but it wasn't far, and I was treated to the sight of her ass swaying in that skirt on the way to the car.

Eventually...

"Okay, we're here," I said.

"I know. The GPS just announced it, and I've been here before."

"Okay, so... why?"

"Sense anybody inside?"

"Hang on..."

I shut my eyes to concentrate, and reached out. I found two, and told Brittany.

"Two? Okay... tell me what you can about them."

"Uh... one's bigger, more fuzzy-edged, more kinetic. The second one's... more like a tightly-wound ball, or drumhead stretched too tightly."

"The second one, then. Keep focused on that one and let's find another place to park where we won't be seen. There's a small park not too far down the road. Let's see if you can sense that far."

It was a bit unnerving, keeping a mental eye on a person while driving. I mean, you thought texting was bad! But I had Brittany keeping tabs on my driving, too, and eventually we found the park. Other than the road in, which was a winding one, it was surrounded by trees. No one else there- perfect getaway spot.

"Okay, so who am I monitoring, and why?" I asked, letting a hint of frustration edge into my voice.

"My friend Amy," said Brittany, "She's never had an orgasm."

"I'm sorry... what?!"

"Never."

"Okay... but... and don't take this the wrong way... this sounds like the kind of thing that should take its course naturally. I interfere so early in someone's development, it could wreck them for life."

"You're sweet. And totally not corrupted yet. I like that. But that's not the case. See, nothing's wrong with her. It's just... she's gotten it into her head that she can't, but keeps trying, hoping to have one anyway, but before she can get there, the anxieties well up and..."

"...and create a self-fulfilling prophecy," I finished. "So, you want me to break her out of the cycle."

"Exactly."

"I'll give it a shot," I said. "It'll be slow, so I can back out it she starts reacting badly."

"It'll be fine," my sister reassured me. "I'm right here if you need me."

"I'll always need you."

"Like I said, sweet. But focus. Take care of Amy."

"All right, all right." I sighed, lowered my seat back and settled in. My eyes closed, I concentrated on the little ball of lightning in my head that was Amy.

"Talk me through it," Brittany asked.

"Hang on... okay. Slow increase, until she notices she's horny and decides to do something about it... Wow, okay, that didn't take long. Guess she's eager to try again. For now."

I felt her feelings get jostled as she focused on something else for a while. Probably going to her room for some privacy.

"Okay, I think she's alone. She's relaxed a bit... Now, I just set a slow increase on her valleys, and keep an eye on her hills and spikes..."

"She's masturbating?"

"Feels like it... it feels different from yours."

"All women are different, Blake."

"I meant... never mind, I'll explain later. Now shush. I have to concentrate."

I'd just started to feel the instabilities. Amy's nerves were getting to her.

"I'm gonna try wrecking the nerves the way her nerves are trying to wreck her. If I feel her get distracted, the next spike will be a bit stronger to compensate."

After a while, Brittany asked softly, "Is it working?"

"Oh, yeah. She's starting to loosen up. I think she might even be enjoying it."

"Well, it is masturbation."

"I mean instead of just needing it as a release."

"Speaking of, Blake, your front zipper might thank you if you did some releasing."

I looked down. I was hard, and the tent I made could have held a three-ring circus.

"Promise not to distract me again?" I asked.

"Promise."

I unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, along with my boxers, letting my hard-on rise into the air. I closed my eyes again.

"Okay, she's found a new rhythm... still escalating, good... oh, now we're in trouble. massive interference. Slowing down the increase... I'm letting her convince herself to get past her nerves- the increase is just more motivation than she usually has. Good, I feel her taking the chance... still increasing, slowly..."

I heard Brittany breathing hard, and put it aside. Amy needed me right now.

"Damn it, she's losing... Okay, increase a little faster... that helped... higher spikes, let's see if I can punch through. Come on, Amy... come on... You can do this... You can do this... Okay, I think she's ready. Cranking it... NOW."

The little ball of lightning became a thunderstorm. Amy was cumming, and I very nearly did myself.

"Well?" my sister whispered urgently.

"She's there," I replied with a mile-wide grin. "MASSIVE orgasm. That girl's a powerhouse. I think she'll be fine. Damn, that's hot."

"I'm so proud of you," Brittany whispered again, suddenly much closer. I opened my eyes in just enough time to see her head over mine, then felt her lips descend.

Brittany's lips were soft and warm. We even swirled our tongues around one another's. I heard my sister breathing hard again, and felt her start shaking. Feeling with my hands, I discovered that one of hers was down her pants. I shifted my inner focus to her, and felt a female orgasm for the second time in as many minutes. Part of me still paid attention to Amy, who was steaming away like a locomotive, but when Brittany came, I could think of nothing else.

"You still need release," she whispered, then went back to kissing me. I felt her hand wrap itself around my cock, felt her juices lube me up as she stroked me.

My hands wandered freely, tracing the curves of my sizzling sister. I was already close; between Amy and Brittany, I didn't stand a chance.

"Brittany," I rasped, "I'm gonna...c-..."

She broke away and clamped her lips over my cock. When I climaxed, my hips bucked enough that I was afraid, for a split second, that she'd hit her head on the car roof. It passed quickly, though, as I felt my cum shoot out of me. I thought nothing could me sexier.

Gulp.

I was wrong. The sound of my sister swallowing my cum was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard.




Unfairer Sex Ch. 03



"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

It was like my orgasm started over again from the beginning. I held Brittany's head in place with one hand, braced myself with the other, and pumped my pulsating cock into her mouth, filling it with my jizz. Every time I heard her swallow, it drove me crazy, and I came harder.

Eventually, though, my stores were exhausted, and Brittany gulped down the last mouthful. We both sat back in our seats and caught our breaths.

"Damn," said Brittany, "That was a lot of cum. Be honest: did you use your influx thingy to get that much?"

"...No, actually. I wasn't thinking about it. Didn't need to, sis- that was all you."

"Mmmm, thank you."

"Well, now that you've had lunch, I could use a bite. Mickey D's okay by you?"

"Sure," said Brittany, "My treat. Least I could do."

~~~

Normally, my order at the golden arches would have been a little much, but apparently my sextracuricculars (see what I did there?) really take their toll after a while.

It was nice, too, to just hang with my sis for a while, without all the sexual tension between us. We felt it, we expressed it, and then we were simply ourselves again. At least, until the next time, if there would be one.

"Mind if I join you?" came a familiar voice.

"Angela! What a surprise!" I said, gesturing for her to sit. She slid in next to Brittany with her tray. Her usual ensemble had been replaced by form-fitting jeans and a tight white t-shirt. Her ample tits were not held up by a bra. Her tits did not need to be held up by a bra. "What brings you to our neck of the universe?"

"Well, the Organizers wanted me to express their pleasure at the Adjustment you made just now. Amy, I believe her name is."

"Uh, thanks. Brit here gets some of the credit; she tipped me off."

"Still, your decision to accomplish the goal by one remove, that is, to make her horny enough to solve the problem herself, is precisely the thinking we prefer. Keep it up."

"Okay, will do."

"Have you checked your influx since?"

"No... hang on..." I closed my eyes and concentrated. "Holy crap!"

"What is it?" asked Brittany.

"A lot. I could probably fill a swimming pool with my swimmers on this!"

Angela chuckled. "However you would like to use it. To remind you, subtlety is an art we appreciate. The lighter the touch, the bigger the result... the more you receive in payment. And in Amy's case, that means a hefty chunk of influx every time she has an orgasm for the rest of the time you are both alive. She would never have had one without you, so you get paid for all of them. And since you did it with such deftness, the amount you get per is relatively large."

"...And you came by to make sure I made the connection, because this is something you want to see more of."

"Correct." Angela gave a slight smile. That's when it hit me.

"You get a commission, too!" I nearly shouted. "Okay, not sex, but you're not human... so anyway, every time I act more like an Organizer, you get a commission for having been the one to recruit me."

Angela openly grinned. "Well done. I must say, it usually takes years for most people to figure that out."

"Years?" I sat for a second, dumbfounded. I mean, I know I'd made plans for the future with my gifts, but it was only then that it really hit me, that the last day and a half would resemble most of the rest of my life. All the women, all the sex...

"Wait a minute..." I said out loud. "How come I live so close to so many attractive women who just so happen to have issues my gifts could help with? Seems awfully convenient."

Angela looked at me with bemusement. "Ooh, and you were doing so well up until that." She got up and took her tray with her. "Think about it. Did you really think they were called Organizers for nothing?"

She walked away, and not for the first time, I found myself wishing she was human, so I could bend her over, pull down those jeans, grab her by the ass, and plunge myself into what I knew would be a hot, pink pussy, pounding away until she could only scream my na-

"Hello? Blake?"

I shook my head.

"What?"

"You were gone for a minute there."

"Sorry."

"Time to go home, I think."

"Yeah. Besides, mentioning the swimming pool and the women in my dreams, I think I know what I want to do this evening..."

~~~

Home was kind of boring after that. When Mom and Dad came home, we had dinner, and talked like a normal family. After the weirdness of the last couple of days, it was nice.

When dinner was over, my parents settled in to watching some Netflix in the den. Brittany holed up in her room. I told Mom and Dad I was going for a nice long walk. They nodded, then snuggled tighter on the couch.

I walked slowly, churning plans in my head. I wasn't even heading directly to the house I was after. Eventually, though, I had a sufficient outline and went to the door.

On the third knock, she answered.

"Mr. Turner, what a surprise!" exclaimed Mrs. Fitzgerald. "What brings you by?"

I'd practiced this part.

"Well, ma'am, I've been told I could use some more volunteer work to spice up my résumé. I was walking by, thinking about, and saw you were home. So I thought to myself there's no good reason why not, and decided to ask. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Part of the plan included inducing minor reactions to the words "spice up" and the question of whether there was something I could do for her. I also didn't stop myself from stealing glances at her chest. If she was at all interested, I'd get an invite.

"Come in," she said. "I haven't had the pool cleaned properly all summer."

It was also to my fortune (or possibly it was Organized this way) that the day this happened was a scorcher, not a cloud in the sky. I got there around six o'clockish because my family eats early.

We got to the backyard, and I saw what she meant. It wasn't manky, but there were still a few leaves, some detritus at the bottom, stuff like that going on.

"Doing it properly requires upper body strength I don't have," Mrs. Fitzgerald explained. She then walked me through what needed to be done specifically. It helped that none of it seemed too difficult, it's just that as she said, it took more strength than she had.

"That seems to be it," she concluded, "I'll go inside and let you at it, then."

Given what I was picking up off of her, she was probably going inside to spy on me so that she could masturbate while watching me and not get caught doing it.

"Oh, please, no," I objected, "It would feel weird, me being in your backyard by myself. Besides, if I forget something, I can ask or you can point it out. It's too hard to remember it all."

I didn't have to do a thing when I said "hard." Her mind went there all by itself.

"In any case," Mrs. Fitzgerald countered, "I'd like to change. The time you'll be done, Blake, the temperature will be just perfect for a dip."

She didn't wait for me to respond- she just turned and went inside. I swear, she swayed her hips as she went.

I got to work. It seemed the thing to do. The first bit was scraping up bits that had gotten stuck to the sides and bottom of the pool. The filters could handle it from there.

I'd barely gotten the equipment set up when she came back out. In a red bikini. I damn near dropped my tools.

Mrs. Fitzgerald was forty, having had her two boys young, but her body was easily that of a thirty-year-old. The sheer sarong was just for show, I think. Her long brown hair fell loosely, and I saw a tan with no hint of tan lines, suggesting that she was often naked in this backyard.

Her husband died when the boys were little, so she'd been a single mom for over a decade. But now they were eighteen and nineteen, like Brittany and I, and away somewhere for the summer before college in the fall. So what's a sexy momma gonna do with all her newfound spare time? Why, the pool boy, if all went according to plan.

After composing myself and getting back to work, I would still steal glances at her from time to time. Usually it was under the guise of chatting her up, which meant looking in her direction was par for the course. But I didn't try too hard to hide that I was looking. And I certainly didn't try to hide my boner.

At first, she just lay down in a deck chair, giving me a fantastic view of her killer legs. After a while, she flipped over, and her ass was in full view. Better still, she couldn't see me leering. But judging by what I felt from her, she didn't need to see it. Best of all, it wasn't one of those ass-covering triangle bikinis, either. God bless Victoria and her desire not to keep Secrets anymore.

I may have taken off my shirt. You know, to keep it from getting all sweaty. Can't be too careful. No ulterior motive at all.

When the bulk of the work was done, I moved on to skimming the top, which I left for last so I could stand near her and talk. I kept it light, kept it borderline-but-not-overtly flirty. We laughed, she smiled, and I even saw her legs get restless the way that women's do when they want to touch themselves but aren't. I have to say, the long, drawn-out seduction was kinda fun. And Mrs. Fitzgerald, who insisted I start calling her Christine, was eating up the attention. But still there was something in her way.

Ah. That must be why I was here and not just some regular schmo. I kept an ear and an inner eye out for an opening. In the meantime, I was done.

"Mind if I just chill and relax here instead of going straight home?" I asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Sure," said Christine, "I always like to show people their handiwork. You can watch me enjoy my nice, clean pool."

Boy, was I lucky that nothing more than some basic cleaning needed doing. She apparently kept up on the rest herself. Speaking of "keeping up," she could easily kick my ass in a hundred-meter freestyle. I discover almost instantly why the pool was Olympic-length. Not width, of course- my neighborhood wasn't that upscale. I found out later she was a competitive swimmer before having children. Hence the knowledge of pool cleaning.

After the first couple of laps, she slowed down a bit, and I felt her relax. The more she swam, the more energized she got, and yes, that includes exactly what you'd expect. I was pretty much done holding back. I didn't stare anymore- I gawked. My boner was threatening to peek above my waistband. That last part had some help from my influx, I'll admit. I didn't want to go more than a little wider, though- I didn't want to hurt her.

So that's where I was when she exited the water: basking in the setting sun, hard-on getting harder, and Christine climbs up, water dripping from every curve. So why the Hell are you single? I thought. Or meant to.

"What was that?" she asked as she sat down in the deck chair next to mine.

"I just... I can't imagine why you wouldn't have more volunteers to help... with your pool," I hazarded.

"Blake, we're both adults- I think we can stop pretending this is about the pool," Christine stated.

"Okay, sorry," I replied. Crud. Now it was time to improvise. Or... maybe... play it straight.

"Why in the world are you so lonely?" I asked, and to my surprise, I meant it. It wasn't just a ploy. "I've been here one evening, and I feel like I've known you for years."

"That feeling of freshness and newness wears off quick, doesn't it?" she said, looking away.

"No, I meant..." I reached out and cradled her face in one hand. Her sad brown eyes looked back. "I meant you are a vibrant person. Great to spend time with."

"Time, huh?"

"Is this about your age?"

"Of course it is! Nobody wants a forty-year-old mother of two. My time is up, I should just-"

With my free hand, I took one of hers and placed it directly onto my crotch.

"That's not nobody," I intoned. "And let me tell you, with your body, your time is whenever you want it to be. Anyone that says different is a fool, and missing out in a bad way."

"Missing out?" Her mind was playing catch-up, because her body had already decided. She was already breathing hard, and her nipples poked through her wet bikini top quite a ways.

"On you."

"Whenever I want?" she asked.

"Even right now," I replied, flexing my cock under her hand for emphasis.

"Why, Blake Turner," she said coyly, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"You tell me." And I kissed her.

It took only a few hesitant seconds before she returned my kiss with equal fervor. As we wrestled our tongues, I felt her libido free itself on the inside, and her body get really hyped up on the outside. She even groaned, a deep, throaty purr of satisfaction. The final indication of victory came when she started rubbing my jeans.

"It's been a while," Christine whispered, her breath hot in my ear. "I bet I'm really tight."

She was rewarded with a groan from me.

"Lay back," she instructed. I did. "Take off your jeans. And your boxers."

"Yes, ma'am." Again, I did. Christine climbed over me, one hand wrapping itself around my cock. She glided her ample tits across my chest while stroking me. Every time she got near enough, we kissed again. A couple of times, she rose high enough that I planted my lips in her cleavage, but only for a moment or two. Such a tease. The chair back was high enough She didn't have to bend far to give me a taste, but low enough I could relax. Perfection.

Christine sat on my knees for a minute, jerking me with one hand, and guiding the wet tendrils of her hair back with the other. Switching hands, she brought her precum-covered fingers to her lips and began to lick them off, demonstrating her oral skills.

"Mmm, delicious," she commented.

"More where that came from," I replied.

"Indeed."

Christine got up and turned around. She then walked back until her ass was inches from my face. My hands went immediately to her hips, while hers went back to my cock. Then I got a lesson in age-differential sex. A woman my age is naturally flexible, yes, but nothing compares to a committed stretching regimen. Over time, it will always yield better results.

Her legs still perfectly straight, Christine bent over, and started sucking me, one hand still jacking me where her mouth couldn't reach.

My eyes rolled back in my head. My hands gripped her hips tightly, until I got control of my senses again. When I did, the first thing to go was going to be the panties. The sarong had come off long before she even got in the water, so two tugs of the ties on either side, and her pussy was mine for the tasting.

I felt Christine tense a little with uncertainty. Would I like it? What if this or that? Her doubts didn't really matter. I could have adjusted her to distract her, but again, I opted for the direct approach, and dove in with my whole face.

She was creamier than the girls I'd tasted, with a sweetness I hadn't expected. I got a lot hungrier very quickly.

That was out rhythm for a while. She jerked me with one hand, held my balls with the other, and bobbed on my cock. I licked and sucked and nibbled, all while my hands never left their places on her damn fine ass. I was planning on holding it all in for a grand finale, but her skills merited a reward, and let go.

"Oh god, Christine," I gasped, "You're gonna make me cum so hard!"

Christine jerked me faster, and her lips sealed my cock in so I couldn't have pulled out if I wanted to. I tongued her clit as much as my rapidly-melting brain would allow, then cut loose.

If I'd been a normal guy, she'd have drained me right then and there. I could feel every stream of jizz shoot into her mouth, and she kept jerking me until she had every last drop she could get. Then, just for good measure, she licked and sucked my cock gently, causing me to jerk and moan. Damn, this woman was good.

Then she stood up and faced me, all smiles. She was hot and gorgeous before. Now she was beautiful. "Mmm, tasty," she commented, "I was hoping for a good fuck, though. Maybe next time."

I shuddered when she said "fuck." I told you before, I have a thing for dirty talk.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said.

"Oh, honey, you can't be serious. Nobody can go again that soon after cumming that hard."

"Tell that to him," I said, gesturing. I'd used a bit of influx to reset my cock, and tweak up the size again a little. I also made it as hard as I could, which meant every vein throbbed visibly.

"You, uh, you sure you won't be too sensitive?"

"I would like nothing more than to fuck you... Mrs. Fitzgerald."

"Oh, naughty boy wants to have a go with the neighborhood MILF, is that it?"

"It does include the phrase, 'I'd like to fuck,' Christine."

That made her smile. She leaned over me again, and once again, whispered in my ear.

"For now, Blake, you can call me Mrs. Fitzgerald."

Hotter words she had never spoken.

"I want you to fuck me, Mrs. Fitzgerald."

Using one hand to aim me, she positioned herself over my cock, and eased herself down.

"Ooh, that's a tight fit," she said.

"You don't have to tell me," I replied. "Take your time, though. This feels amazing."

I closed my eyes and focused. Every time I felt her get distracted about her tightness, I tweaked her up a little, to remind her it was all worth it.

Soon, though, after a few tries, she started to slide up and down on my cock, which felt incredible. She was not exaggerating her tightness. If I hadn't cum before, that would have done it. Thank goodness, because I really wanted this to last.

She closed her eyes and focused on her pleasure, while I opened mine and decided to have what I'd wanted since she opened the door. I pulled two more strings, and she was naked, her juicy tits in my face, followed by one in my mouth, then the other.

"Ooh, yes!" she exclaimed. "I love my tits played with."

It did not need to be said twice. She rode my cock, and I did everything I could think of to her glorious melons. They were firm but yielding, soft, warm, and those nipples... I swear, she got even tighter every time I flicked one with my tongue.

Then I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up the line of her cleavage, up her neck until I couldn't reach. She bent down to kiss me, and rode me faster. Feeling her as I did, I knew she was close.

"I want to watch you cum on my cock, you make me so hard," I said. "...Mrs. Fitzgerald."

Her pussy convulsed up and down the length of my cock inside her, as she continued to ride me through her climax. She held me close to her chest, and I obliged her with more titty play.

Finally, she pulled back, and looked me in the eyes.

"Now I've fucked you," she said. "What's next?"

"Now I want to fuck the living daylights out of you, Christine," I replied pointedly, sitting up. She got up, obviously excited. I guided her to the table, which she placed her hands on, presenting her luscious ass to me. I caressed her supple flesh, gratified by the gasps when I grazed her pussy. When I'd had my fill, I lifted one of her legs onto a chair, spreading her just a bit.

"Fuck me," she whispered, pleading. "Hard."

The chair also lifted her pussy to just the right height, and I could aim easily. I slid in slowly, eliciting moans from her talented mouth.

Now it was my turn to play. I grabbed her by the hips, and just slid back and forth an agonizing deliberation. Christine started pouting, asking me to fuck her. Then it turned to pleading. Then begging. It was sexy as Hell.

At the same time, I worked up to being able to drive my full, extended length into her. She hadn't realized yet. I also made myself a little wider again. Just a little. Enough that she was going to get the fuck of a lifetime and not realize precisely why.

With no warning, I gave one fierce pound into Christine, making her gasp.

"Yes!"

Then I let her have it. All of it. My own hips didn't have the range to fuck her tip to balls, so I pulled her onto me and pushed her away, so that she felt every inch, every thrust. We felt the contact of our bodies when I was all the way inside, heard the smacking of my balls.




Unfairer Sex Ch. 03



There was no talking now, we were so hungry for that last climb. I purposely had set a timed release for myself, so that I didn't have to think about it later. I'd be insanely close to orgasm for a good long while, drawing out the pleasure for both of us.

Christine started cumming, and it didn't feel like she was going to stop any time soon. I've never been so jealous of the fairer sex. Her whole body was primed, and her pussy was on fire.

When she finally came down, she abruptly stood up and pushed me away, then whirled and knelt. With one hand, she wrapped my cock in her breasts, and the other found purchase to jack me off again. Christine bent her head low, giving my cockhead licks and kisses when she could. I took my cue and began to tittyfuck my favorite MILF. She moved her jacking hand to her pussy and toyed with it.

"Oh, Christine, that feels so good," I said. "I'm gonna cum!"

Christine held her mouth open, her tongue out, and squeezed her tits around my cock. Looking down, I saw her eagerness, her hot body, and everything else I couldn't think of. And then I blasted her.

There's no other word for it. Most of my cum went straight into her mouth, where for the third time that day I heard appreciative gulping. But not all of it, and whenever she closed her mouth to swallow, her face got creamed, where it dripped onto her tits. It was going to be a (relatively speaking) normal orgasm, but then she looked up at me with those dark, husky eyes, her mouth surrounded by my jizz, enveloping my cock to suck more down, and her hands went to her tits and started rubbing it all in, covering her skin in a sheen on spunk.

I kid you not, it got me going all over again. This woman was good. So I stood her up, bent her over the table as before, then drove my cock home all the way. A couple of minutes of pounding, as well as some instinctive use of my influx to make it happen, and then I let 'er rip, stuffing her hot pussy with my cock and pumping her full. She actually screamed as she came again. Before I was even done, I felt my cum being pushed out down the sides of my cock.

Now we were done. I collapsed into a chair at the table, and Christine stood there, shaking as she felt my cum drip from her well- and thoroughly-fucked pussy. Eventually, she took a chair, too.

We actually didn't say much after that. There was kinda nothing to say. Not in a bad way, mind you. I got dressed again, and she found a towel to wrap around herself, and collected her swimsuit from where I'd apparently flung it.

"Thanks," Christine said as I turned to leave. "I think I'm ready to get back out there. Now if I just knew where to begin!"

"Try doing your swimming at a gym," I suggested. "Any guys there will obviously be taking care of themselves as you have been. They'll probably be able to keep up with you in the sack, too."

"You were pretty good, for a young man," Christine said. "You've got some skills. You want more lessons, let me know."

"Will do," I said. "Good night, Mrs. Fitzgerald."

"Good night, Blake."

~~~



Unfairer Sex Ch. 04



I'm stealing the following from AnsemRai: "In the interest of writing a fictional story, I have not included any reference to safe sex or birth control. I imagine it takes place in a world where these things are not necessary." 

Content/Spoiler Alert: Primarily Mind Control (sort of), but also heavy elements of Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, Masturbation, and Voyeurism, in unnecessarily gratuitous amounts, but not necessarily all in the same chapter. Detours into other topics are quite probable. 

~~~ 

I woke up feeling refreshed on my third day of being a sex psychic, and I was still trying to figure out what to call it. "Psychic" didn't do it justice. 

What I did do before bed, was remember to turn off the sense I have that allows me to detect how aroused women around me are. That got me into trouble once; I got lucky instead of it being an utter disaster, but once was nevertheless enough. 

So, feeling refreshed, I got up and got dressed, and after taking a long and calculated look out my window, went for a jog. 

~~~ 

There's nothing like a good jog to get you thinking. And for getting the blood pumping. Especially when you find yourself "happening" to catch up to the erotically flexing asses of the Alvarez twins on their morning jog. 

To be honest, even though I had an agenda, I still hung back and admired. They both wore those tight jogging shorts that hug their figures (read: second skin), and can I just say thank the universe for jogging bras? They're bras, that don't require shirts over them! The only thing better is swimsuits, but well-endowed women tend to shy away from jogging in those, due to what I'm told is a highly uncomfortable OUCH factor. Ladies, you know what I mean. Guys, imagine jumping on a trampoline with testicles the size of bowling balls. 

But that's not an issue here. Eva and Nina jogged almost in sync with each other, sculpted posteriors sculpting further before my eyes. I saw a sheen of sweat on both of their bodies. Their long black hair was up in ponytails. And good god, did I have a boner. 

I was about to jog past with a simple "Hi" until they slowed down to take a short breather. In fact, that's what I started to do. 

"Hi!" I greeted warmly, then jogged for about half a second when one of them called out. 

"Hey!" I stopped, and turned around. 

"Me?" 

"Yeah," said the one in a blue top. I didn't know which one was which. VERY identical twins. "Blake Turner, right?" 

"Yeah, that's me." I was back to where they were and sat down at the curbside with them. "Have we met?" 

"What are you doing?" asked the other one, in a pink top. They huddled. I looked confused, then shut my eyes. 

As I read them, they were fiery, dancing and flicking towards each other, but not burning wildly like fire usually does. More like two lighters placed near each other. With my ears open, too, I noted small bumps in their arousals when I also heard words like "twenty-one" and "fit" and "Kalista" and "alone." 

The "Kalista" part surprised me. We'd only had the one fling, but apparently word had gotten out. (I found out later the three were friends.) 

When they came out of their huddle, I caught each of them eyeing me up and down a couple of times. My boner hadn't gone anywhere, and I wasn't trying hard enough to hide it to succeed. They saw, and from the heat of the fires I sensed, approved. 

"You busy today?" asked Pink Top. 

"Schedule's open. Just waiting for school to start again," I replied. "You?" 

"Hanging out at home alone," said Blue Top. "Our parents are on vacation." 

"Sounds like a great time to break out the booze," I said. "You turned twenty-one recently, right?" 

The ladies looked surprised. 

"How did you know?" asked Blue Top. 

"I remember you from high school," I replied. "I did the math." 

"Ah, of course," said Pink Top. 

"So, actually, we don't drink," said Blue Top. "But we don't want to be party poopers, so we were thinking of learning some party games. Want to join us?" 

"Sure, I'd love to! Your place, I take it?" 

From there we settled on a time, and they reminded me of the address. I watched them jog away, resisted the urge to jack off right there on the sidewalk, and continued on my way. 

My original plan had been to slowly ingratiate myself to the sisters, then figure out a way to get alone with them, and so on, until I could get them to realize their attraction for one another. Apparently, other people have plans, too! That's the universe for you. 

Anyway, my route took me by Mrs. Fitzgerald's house, so I, after peeking in to see if she was in, I let myself into her back yard, where she was stretched out on a deck chair, tanning facedown and topless, said top on the table next to her. She looked up sharply as I entered, then relaxed when she saw it was me. 

"Morning, Mrs. Fitzgerald," I called, smiling. 

'Good morning, Blake," she replied, getting up. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, I was treated to the sight of her astonishingly-well-preserved tits. My lessening hard-on began to roar back. "I hope you're not back for more. I am quite sore from last night. Not that I'm complaining, but it's a little uncomfortable even to get too worked up right now." 

"Thank you," I replied. "You were quite wonderful yourself. And, uh, I wanted to check on the pool, too. Everything still okay?" 

She laughed. "It's hardly been half a day. The pool's fine. Why? You looking forward to cleaning it again?" 

"Well, since you're offering..." I smiled. 

"Oh, none of that, Casanova," she replied, reaching for her top and putting it on. "You got me out of my rut, and for that I'm quite grateful... but, and please take no offense... I really could use someone with my level of experience." 

"Ah. I see," I said, not offended at all, but a little disappointed. "Well, I appreciate your candor. Anything specific you could offer that would benefit the next person I am with?" 

"Smart boy. I can say your passion and your desire to give not just receive will take you far. But you're unpracticed at giving while getting. You're talented, but it doesn't come through as well when someone's got their mouth on your dick." 

"Well, thank you," I said. That seemed to cover it. "You know, I could use someone to practice on..." 

"Away with you!" Mrs. Fitzgerald said, swatting my arm and shooing me out of her back yard. "Practice in girls your own age." 

~~~ 

"Hey, sis?" I asked Brittany later, at lunchtime. 

"What's up, bro?" she said, distracted by something on her iPad. 

"I need to practice something, for my new gift," I said. "Know any more Amys?" My adjustment to Amy allowing her to finally orgasm was a big hit. Amy called Brittany to tell her, not knowing it had been Brittany's idea. 

"Why?" She looked up. 

"Like I said, practice." 

"Okay, I've got one, but I don't think it'll work." 

"Time to find out." 

~~~ 

I sat, slightly apprehensive, on my sister's bed. She wouldn't tell me what we were doing. All I knew was that she was booting up her computer. 

"Okay, so... when I turned eighteen, and Mom and Dad let me get a credit card, I was able to get, you know, curious." 

"About?" 

"Girls." My cock lurched in my shorts. 

"Okay..." 

"So I know of a really good camgirl site." 

"Okay..." 

"So how far can you sense people, if you already know who they are?" 

"You know," I said, tilting my head in thought. "I don't actually know. Let me try... Amy's horny as hell, feels like she's masturbating again..." I checked everyone. Kalista, Bree, Mrs. Fitzgerald, Eva and Nina, and even the tattoo'd sexpot Dylan, who I'd only sensed in a dream. 

"Okay, everyone I can remember sensing distinctly, I can still sense whenever I want," I summarized when I was done. "But I can't tell exactly how far away they are." 

"Cool! Let's see if it works on a webcam." 

A minute or two later, my sister pulled up a girl and sat aside for me to get a good look. 

"Say hello to Charley," she said, observing my rising cock. "But not literally. She can't hear us." 

On screen, the feisty redhead (I know it's a cliché, but this time it was true) with beautiful blue eyes, a killer ass and shapely natural tits, was smiling and chatting away with her fans. 

"Okay, so what I need to practice is focus," I told Brittany. "I need to be able to, you know, perform in the sack while getting some and possibly making adjustments. What I had in mind-" 

"Not so fast," said Brittany, "This isn't the thing I had in mind. This is proof-of-concept. See if you can spin her around from here." 

"Okay..." I trust Brittany. 

"You see her face. You know what she's doing right now. Focus on the face and see if you can sense her." 

"All right, all right..." I was starting to be able to focus on my new sense with my eyes open, which was helpful. I stared at the screen, got turned on as fuck, but tried to focus anyway. 

At first I got the crowd of impulses, but as I pulled back, they got duller, and I felt more. Nothing about any of them, just that there were more. Further back, and further back, until it was more of a texture. Eventually, I noticed a little bump, and got curious. I zoomed in, and sure enough, I could tell it was her. I didn't know how I knew, and figured it was all part of the gift deal. 

On screen, I saw Charley rubbing her slit with the head of a blue suction-cup dildo. When she inserted it, I felt the spike, and looked at Brittany. 

"Got her." 

"Good. I'll tip her enough so it looks legit, but then you get her up to an orgasm. She usually fakes one in the first five minutes, to weed out the premature boys and the whiners who'll complain and ruin the mood if she doesn't. I want you to make it real." 

"Challenge accepted." 

I played a hunch, since those had been working out for me lately, and gave Charley a spike in her arousal right when my sister's donation dinged on her computer. From there, I guided it up and up, keeping the flow naturally varying but steadily upwards. 

On screen, Charley was evidently very surprised, her eyes wide, with sharp exclamations coming through over the computer speakers. But she played through like a pro. She stuck the dildo onto her chair and rode it, until slamming down onto it and crying out in a very real orgasm. I prolonged it, as a bit of a thank-you, then let her go back to normal. 

Brittany moused over to the exit button. 

"What are you doing?" 

"The other thing? Concept proven." 

"We can watch the rest of the show," I suggested. "It won't hurt anything." 

Brittany considered this. "All right." 

She sat next to me on the bed. We both sat watching for a while. Now Charley was curled up in a chair in front of her monitor, her toes on the edge of the desk, powerful vibrator at her pussy. I could still feel her, and her early orgasm was rippling into what I'd bet was her hottest show ever. 

My sister squirmed beside me and I decided to give her an excuse to do what I could tell she wanted to: masturbate furiously at the webcam show. 

I stood up quickly, ripped off my shirt, then dropped my pants and boxers to my feet in an instant, and sat back down. 

"I don't know about you," I lied, "but I am going to masturbate. This chick is hot." 

I turned my gaze to the screen, and incidentally also to my sister's reflection therein. But honestly, it was Charley that had my attention. I stroked in time with her, my right hand behind me, holding me up (I'm a lefty). 

Brittany wanted to just look at my hard, throbbing cock, but she, too, was drawn in to Charley's show. After a couple of minutes with a hand down her pants, she stood up to strip as well. 

When she came back down, I was suddenly skin-on-skin, calves to shoulders with my angel-bodied sister. She's a righty, and so had to lean into me a little to rub herself. I could look straight down at her perky 18-year-old tits. And did. 

In the meantime, Charley had finished on the chair and moved the camera. Now she backed up to another dildo, fixed to a specially-made support, so that she could give herself doggystyle with it. The camera was angled primarily on her wide, grabbable ass, but wide enough for her to look over her shoulder at the camera, which was a sultry scorcher every time. 

I was getting pretty worked up. In case it's not obvious by now, a nice, round ass from behind is one of the Organizers' best designs. Seriously, kudos. And having my hot sister jiggling next to me, warm and smooth, just as horny as me... hot damn.  

I wrapped an arm around Brittany and pulled her a little closer as Charley pounded another one out in her new and audibly well-appreciated position. 

As Charley came again, a loud wail squeezing through the speakers, Brittany put her left arm around me, too. We were both breathing heavily, and I could see her nipples poking out, and the flush of her skin. 

The show ended, and an automatic timer redirected Brittany's account to the main page. She and I were still going at it though, and since there was nothing on the screen to watch anymore, we both turned and looked at each other. 

I don't know which one of us went for it first, but we kissed. We snogged, we made out... whatever you call it, our lips were passionately occupied for a while, and we laid back on her bed to once again explore the magnetic lure of our incestuous lust. 

Instinctively, I pulled her closer, and was sure she reveled in the feeling of her nipples dragging across my chest. I know I did. I slid my hand down, and firmly grasped her ass, which was excitingly firm already. 

This whole time, our masturbating hands were speeding up. We were teetering on the edge when I grabbed her ass. One long, slow squeeze, and Brittany moaned into my mouth. Then her climax roared through, shaking her up and down, while she growled and purred and flexed. Her tongue coiled even more sinuously with mine, and that familiar jolt coursed through me. 

Our lips never parted while I shot my load onto her naked stomach. I could feel it spur her on, heightening the echoes of her own orgasm. When I was spent, I pulled her on top of me, our kiss still ongoing, and kneaded her exquisite posterior. 

Perfection. 

~~~ 

A while later, we were laying side-by-side on her bed. 

"Still no regrets. You?" my sister asked. 

"None here." 

"Cool. You ready for the real thing now?" 

"Holy crap, there's more?!" 

"Oh, yeah." 

Brittany got up, and instead of sitting in her desk chair, she bent low over the keyboard, giving me a fantastic view of her ass. I started getting hard again. Actually, I hadn't used any of my influx to reset myself, so I was experiencing normal wear and tear. 

I wondered how many times I could do that, and then... 

"WHOA!" 

"What?" said Brittany, "You just notice my ass?" 

"Heh. That, too. But, uh, you ever just use a credit card for a while, and then look at your balance, and find a number that's waaaay off what you thought?" 

"No." 

"Imagine if you did. That's sort of what I just experienced. I've been using my influx here and there, you know, but I haven't checked my full amount in a little while. I just did." 

"And?" 

"I've been using thrift store purchase amounts when I could be renting Greece," I said, then reconsidered. "Bad example. Finland." 

"And in terms of your influx, that means..." 

"No idea the extent," I shrugged. Then I'm sure I got a twinkle in my eye. "Want a second experiment?" 

"Sounds like fun," Brittany grinned. "But let me get us to the chat room. They almost always have a girl or two up." 

"They who?" 

"Omega Delta Pi sorority. Not their real house name, of course, but they are a real sorority. And they are so friggin' bi-curious. But they're too chickenshit to actually do anything. They just flirt like hell and masturbate next to each other, and ALMOST get to it. But they get so incredibly many people to come in, every time." 

I laughed. "...Because maybe this time, they'll actually do it." 

"Exactly." 

"I figure, you're helping them all explore their sexual identities, and learning how to juggle multiple targets influenced by your estrokinesis." 

"My what?" 

"Estrokinesis. Moving women's hormones with your brain. Like telekinesis, but just... you know, estrogen." 

"Yeah, I get it. 'Estrokinesis.' I like it." 

"Good. Here's the room. Ooh! A threebie! Good timing!" Brittany sat back on the bed with me. 

There was nothing in the ODP sorority house webcam room that could identify where they were. The door leading out to the hallway was covered by a curtain, so even construction markers were blocked. These girls were thorough. They had a huge bed - either two smaller ones pushed together and covered, or this other thing I've heard of called a California King. Either way, they all fit very comfortably. The camera changed viewpoints from time to time, and Brittany explained how. This website allowed earmarked donations, and this house had four cameras (none including the window, of course). Every sixty second, whichever camera had the most donations would be flipped to, cumulatively. Apparently, some people would rotate their donations to keep the camera going, but about half an hour in, one clear winner would emerge, and the donations would shift to funding various acts of feminine sexuality. 

On screen, the three girls were already naked and absentmindedly touching their pussies while chatting with the viewers. The first one, a brunette, had exactly the confidence men mean when they say they find confidence sexy. I mentally nicknamed her Princess. The blonde with long hair, nice rack and long legs: Barbie, obviously. The other blonde had a ponytail with pink highlights, but also pink lingerie on. Pinkie. 

First things first. I tried it, eyes open, and found them. It was actually easier than finding just one. The whole house, in fact, was teeming. The hard part here was going to be keeping them tethered once they got going. I shared my findings with Brittany. 

"So I was right? Closet bi-s?" 

"Strongly possible. Definitely very curious. All of them." 

"Great!... So what do you want me to do while you get them going?" 

"First, help me work out the shape of my goal." 

"Mostly, their casts are about an hour, then someone else shows up. You've got fifty-three minutes left on this one." 

"Good. I'll take the full hour, and hopefully draw in more people. My personal goal: get all of them orgasming together within five to ten minutes of the end of that time." 

"Sounds great!" said Brittany. I saw her getting turned on. I didn't need to feel it - it was obvious. "And so, what am I doing?" 

"I need to concentrate on all of them while someone else concentrates on me," I said. "You have to do your damnedest to distract me the whole time. Handjob, blowjob, titjob... and if I cum, which if you're doing it I will, I use my influx to reset and you start again. That'll also tell us a little better what kind of reserve I have." 

I sat on the edge of my sister's bed, my cock already primed and not-yet-pumped, one translucent drop perched on the tip. 

"You ready?" I asked. 

"Oh, yeah!" 

Brittany turned and knelt in front of me. Then with one hand, she aimed my cock. Then my sister took me into her mouth, and started sucking. Even without her being such a sexy woman, without her being my sister, her blowjobs kick ass. They certainly knock me on mine. 

"Ooh, god, sis, you suck my cock so good." She tapped my leg a bit, as if to say, "Focus!" 

I turned my attention back to the screen. Barbie was having an orgasm, and Pinkie was trying not to look. Princess was laying there, caressing her tits in afterglow. That gave me an idea. 




Unfairer Sex Ch. 04



My thought-commands were as follows: "For the next fifty minutes, all libidos in that room will slowly rise in average to a minimum of ninety-five percent. Latecomers rise faster to compensate. All libido triggered by another's orgasm will be twice normal and fade four times as slowly." 

There, that ought to do it, I thought. Now to monitor and see what needs further adjustment. 

The next five minutes passed more or less normal. Princess got back into it though, and seemed to be far less concerned with the cameras this time. The audio on the computer was on, and there was a bit more moaning this time around. 

Nothing else was going on, so I relaxed. The girls on-screen were getting hornier, and Brittany's mouth felt incredible. I looked down and saw her frigging her clit with her free hand. 

Can't test the influx if I don't cum, said some hindpart of my brain. So I stopped the holding back that had already become habit over the last few days. 

Brittany felt it. She was so turned on by how evidently I was enjoying her oral skills. 

"I'm loving this, sis," I said. "You enjoying my cock?" 

"Mmm-hmmm," she replied. The vibrations thrilled me halfway up my spine. 

"You want me to cum?" Another muffled affirmative. "Yeah? You want me to cum in my sister's dirty little mouth?" 

"MMM!" I felt her get very suddenly closer to her climax. 

"Keep doing that and I will," I said, gritting my teeth. "Oh, Brit... oh, Brit... oh, god... oh, FUCK!" 

That last part was when I glanced up at the screen, and saw Pinkie on her knees, ass to the camera, two fingers knuckle-deep in her snatch. 

"I'm... cumming..." I managed to gasp. 

My cock jerked, and then my jizz made a break for it, shooting from my cock and down my sister's eager throat. Just like last time, the sound of her swallowing my seed was an incredible rush. It took ages for my climax to die down. 

But through it all, I maintained focus on the sorority girls. So far, so good. So very, very good. 

"So, you good?" she asked, her gestures indicating my cock. 

"You mean, can I go again, right now?" I asked back. "Watch." 

A little push from my influx, and the redness from my cock's sensitivity was gone. And then I started getting hard again immediately, mainly because onscreen now were all three tight college asses, engaging in pussy play. 

"Not that I have any issues," Brittany said softly, "But could you, um, make yourself a little bigger for the handjob? Looks hotter, and it's easier to grab." 

I grinned. "Nothing to worry about. Say when." 

She giggled a bit at my mundane phrasing for such a surreal action, but added just about an inch in length and a half-inch of girth when she said "When." 

"Have fun," I said, then settled back into the sorority at hand. Brittany angled herself of to one side so she could watch either the computer screen or me with equal ease. Thank goodness she wasn't quite as good with her hand as with her mouth, or the experiment would have been a bust. 

Focusing on Princess, Pinkie, and Barbie, I realized they were all close to climaxing. This was my chance. It was like juggling, but I did it - I maneuvered them into simultaneous climaxes, without them feeling anything sudden. 

All three women's cries echoed through my sister's room, and Brittany's eyes were glued to the sight. She was already getting flush again. On screen, the three ladies flipped back over and faced the camera, all smiles. 

Nervous smiles. They were thinking about it, but holding themselves back. I dove in, and slowly edged up Barbie, who seemed least hesitant. 

"Hold on," I said to Brittany, "You're not gonna want to miss this." 

Barbie had gotten quiet, and bit her lip. Then she pulled Pinkie's face to hers and gave her a full-on mouth-to-mouth kiss. A little tweak from me, and Pinkie didn't panic. She just gave in, and kissed back. Within seconds, they were tongue wrestling. Success! 

Now for Princess. In a stroke of either luck or brilliance, I actually ratcheted her down a notch for a split second. That let her natural jealousy rear up a little, after which I brought her libido roaring back, and she yanked Barbie into a kiss of their own. Three for three! 

The kissing lasted for a good long while. Women are more patient than men, I learned. But then, finally, it happened. Princess aimed lower, and started sucking on Pinkie's tits. 

"Yessss..." I heard Brittany whisper. Her grip tightened, and then so did my balls. Nearly ten minutes had passed, and my sister had been jerking my cock the whole time. 

"Brittany..." I whispered back. She turned, saw the look on my face, and aimed my cock at her face, while still jerking. She had really good aim, too - every shot went straight into her mouth. Only a bit dripped down onto her tits, and she scooped that up, too. 

Another little push from my influx, and I was right as rain again. 

"Back to normal, please," my sister said. "I can't fit the bigger one in my mouth." 

"What the lady wants, the lady gets," I said, and obliged. 

"Remember, I can't see the screen, so you'll have to focus enough to describe it to me." She winked, and engulfed my ecstatic cock again. 

So I did. Changes of positions, juicy details, the works. She laughed when she heard my nicknames. 

"Oh, and apparently they've finally attracted some attention... Someone's just come in. They're stunned... Princess is up... and has nearly crushed the mouth of the newcomer with hers. I'll call her Mary, 'cause of the schoolgirl outfit. So hot. 

"Looking her up psychically... oh, yeah, she's into it. And now, she's stripping to join in. That deep, husky moaning? That's her." Apparently the girls were not big talkers when the sex got intense. 

"And now... ohhh... Mary's laying down, Princess is eating her out, Barbie has her pussy on her face, and Pinkie's sucking her tits." 

All this took another seven or eight minutes, and it was getting hotter and hotter. 

"Just stay down there, sis," I said quickly, "There's gonna be a lot of these." And let 'er rip once more. I could hear her swallow, but also now feel my cum being pushed back along my cock until it spilled out, dripping down my naked sister's hot body. But she stayed on my cock, and just kept sucking it. I saw her hands work my jizz around until her skin had a nice sheen to it, like oil. One influx reset, and I was good to go again. 

We were about halfway through now, and more sorority sisters were showing up. Contrary to what I thought, it was getting easier and easier to rope the new ones in. Let's hear it for college girl hormones and de facto peer pressure. 

There were twelve lithe bodies on the webcam now. I saw sixty-nines. I saw fingering, licking, sucking, kissing, grabbing, groping, caressing, and writhing. With what little breath I had, I added descriptions to the mass of pleasurable sounds in the room. 

For the next twenty minutes, I maintained the women. Sometimes one would panic a little deep down, at how sudden it all was, and I'd have to gently pull them back. One freak-out and the whole thing would be over. 

My sister was a powerhouse. A freight train. A diesel truck. She just kept going. She came at least twice more in that time, while taking three more of my loads (mostly) in her mouth. 

"Holy shit!" I gasped. 

"What?" Brittany asked, taking another opportunity for some air. 

"Daisy chain!" 

"Oooh!" Brittany got up, and put her cum-covered tits on either side of my cock, blocking my view of the screen from where I was laying. "Now, which would you rather see: twelve hotties eating each other out in a circle, or just this one hottie right here, getting you off with her tits? Focus, bro." 

"Both," I smirked, then whirled into a kneeling position on the bed. I lifted my sister up with a squeal, then laid her down, kneeling on top, my cock once again between her round, firm tits. "And now you can see, too." 

"You win," she said, using both hands to squeeze her tits together for my cock. Trust me, there's no way one hand would have done. I aimed my cock, and slid into the hot flesh of my sister's tits. 

Did I mention my life is awesome? 

I rocked back and forth, essentially fucking the glorious breasts around my cock. On screen, the moans and screams were already in full swing. 

"Oh, sis," I said, "You feel so fucking good." 

"You made it," she replied. "You nailed every goal. Whatcha want for a prize?" 

A thought flashed through my mind, and I said, "Flip over." 

She did. My sister's ass could stop traffic, I kid you not. And no sooner did I see it than she stuck it up in the air, and reached back to finger her pussy. I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and, jerking my own straining cock, kissed the firm, smooth skin on either ass cheek. 

"This is what I want," I said. I pulled her hips until she was up on her hands and knees, then I pushed in underneath her until I was staring right at her hot pussy. My cock, meanwhile, was once again ready for her attentions. 

We were boiling pots of hormones and sexual determination, and we locked our mouths onto one another instantly, doing our damnedest to pull every last dredge of climax out of one another. And we did. 

I didn't know about Brittany, but for me, instinct took over, and I was fucking my sister's face in short order. And she was loving it. That's the thing. An hour with my cock, and she still wanted more. 

I gave it to her. One final climax started approaching like the end of days, and before I knew it, I was balls deep in my sister's gullet, my tongue deep in her snatch, both of us cumming like there was no tomorrow. The girls on screen echoed with their own Sapphic harmonies, and then, frankly, I passed out. 

~~~ 

"That was intense," Brittany said later, after we'd woken up and cleaned up. 

"Yeah," I agreed. "Remind me never to do that again on an empty stomach." 

"You think we're doing too much?" 

"Either we're way past that point doing anything, or no, since we could be doing so much more. Besides, we're just letting this take whatever its course is, remember?" 

"Yeah. Whatcha up to tonight?" 

"Some neighbors invited me over." 

"Which neighbors?" 

"Job-related ones." The way I said "job" let her know what I meant, but I think she knew anyway. 

"You gonna screw them?" 

"Actually, this time, that part's quite optional." 

She raised an eyebrow at me, but I just winked and left to get ready to go. I had to see some twins about a game. 

~~~