12 comments/ 84051 views/ 58 favorites Supercock By: Leythe Rae was freaking out. Like a caged animal, she frantically paced the confines of her brother's room, her ponytail whipping about behind her head as she turned to-and-fro. Desperate to look anywhere but down at her own body where she could feel it throbbing and aching and transmitting a thousand other strange and unwelcome feelings back to her brain, Rae planted her gaze on her brother, Ethan, who sat at his desk looking back at her uncomfortably. "I did something wrong, didn't I?" The words tumbled out of Rae's mouth in a breathy panic. "I mean, this wasn't supposed to happen, Ethan. Right? Right?!" But instead of reassuring her, Ethan only grimaced. "Well, everyone's unique, lil sis." He said, raising a hand to ruffle his short, brown locks. A sign Rae knew meant that he was nervous. "You know that." He reminded her, sounding oh-so-reasonable. "I mean, you got the speed and the strength. We already confirmed the advanced healing factor and that your skin is getting harder. But the fifth power's always been a tossup and even though we think we know most of them, a new one still shows up every once in a while..." He shrugged uncomfortably, "your case just happens to be that once in a while." The words made Rae feel like a knot in her belly had just been twisted tighter, sending a sick feeling up to lodge in her throat. She didn't want Ethan giving this legitimacy. She wanted him to tell her how to get rid of it! Stepping closer to her brother, Rae did her best to breathe deep, calming breaths. Getting angry wouldn't solve anything. Ethan was trying to help her. He just wanted to put things into perspective. Yea... perspective. He even had a point. There was nothing necessarily abnormal about this. Rae had reached the edge of her brother's desk now, her slender but tall frame looming over the bespectacled Ethan who stared back at her over his laptop screen, blushing slightly. Just a new power. That's all it was, just a new power. All Rae needed to do was accept that she'd been given a special gift. A special, extremely visible, completely and horribly life-ruining gift... With a sick smile plastered across her face, Rae planted her arms on her brother's desk, leaning her chin across the top of his laptop so that their faces were almost touching. Ignoring the way Ethan's eyes widened slightly over her expression, Rae said, as calmly as she could, "So what you're telling me, big bro, is that this is perfectly natural?" Ethan cleared his throat, doing his best to sound confident and not as if he was just as confused as his teenage sister. "Well, it's not exactly natural." Rae's eyes narrowed and Ethan gulped, hurrying to explain what he meant. "That is... nothing about supers is strictly natural Rae. I mean, that's where it comes from; supernatural, more than natural." Hedging his bets, Ethan continued quickly, before Rae could interrupt. "But it is normal, Rae. New, but normal." If Ethan had hoped his words would calm his sister's fraying nerves that hope was in vain. Abruptly, Rae whipped herself around Ethan's desk. She stepped over cables and various tangled wires with a grace and speed that no human, or Rae herself less than a day earlier, could have matched so that she was standing beside him in the time it took for Ethan to blink once. Still showing a worrying expression on her face, Rae held up a finger. "You know I'm a girl, right?" She asked, sweetly. Hesitant, and with a sinking suspicion in his gut about where this was going, Ethan nodded tersely. "And you know, my super smart big brother, that there are fundamental, physical differences between boys and girls?" Rae continued and Ethan could only nod again. "Then how the hell is this supposed to be a NORMAL!" Rae shouted, cheeks gone crimson with embarrassment as she flipped her finger around to point down past the clingy, white nightie that only partially obscured her pert, b-cup breasts to the erect penis sticking up out of her lacy, pink panties. "How is it NORMAL that my power is to have a boy's... tool!" She wailed, feeling tears start to trickle down her cheeks. This was supposed to be the best day of Rae's life. Her eighteenth birthday; the day she got her powers. Instead, it was rapidly shaping up to be the worst. Collapsing to her knees before Ethan, Rae dissolved into sobs, but she couldn't even do that right. Just that short movement set it swaying back and forth several times. The base rubbing against her smooth, silky panties several times and making Rae shiver at the alien sensations. Ethan quickly got out of his chair to sit beside Rae, putting an arm around her shoulder and hugging her tightly to him. Scrunching up her face, Rae sobbed into Ethan's shoulder and breathed in his unique scent; Lavender, mint, and a plentiful helping of musty bookworm. Gently, Ethan began stroking his sister's back; making shushing sounds and whispering that it would be ok. Not that it would be, Rae knew. Nothing would be ok from now on, and her wailing expressed that fact. Even so, tears can only flow for so long, and eventually Rae drew in a shuddering breathe and collapsed against her brother as the last tear slid from her eye. She felt a little better after crying despite herself. It was nice to be held and comforted like this, even if it was by her icky brother. But whatever sense of solace Rae had obtained from an hour spent sobbing into her brother's shoulder was gone as soon as she confirmed with her own eyes that her new appendage was still there. Sticking obscenely into the air and twitching in time with her heartbeat. "I'm not even going to be able to keep people from finding out about it, am I?" She said despondently, before supplying her own answer. "Just look at it. It's massive; a truly superhuman package." Rae closed her eyes, fervently wishing that when she opened them it would be gone, but of course it wasn't. It was still there. A foot long, three inch thick slab of meat that had grown overnight from a spot just above her cunny. Rae extracted herself from Ethan's arms while he was still struggling to come up with a suitable answer. Crossing the room, she stepped around the various piles of books and papers that covered the floor and flopped down onto her back on Ethan's queen sized bed. The stupid thing refused to lie down of course, and instead stuck up over her stomach at an angle so Rae found herself staring at it head on. Since the moment she'd woken up with the thing and started screaming, Rae had done her best to avoid studying it in any detail. She'd hoped, desperately, that after her brother had come charging into her room in response to Rae's outburst Ethan would somehow be able to fix it. To make it go away so that she could find out what her real fifth power was. Well, that didn't look like it was happening anytime soon, so this time around Rae forced herself to keep her eyes open and study in detail the... penis - she forced herself to use the word - that she might be stuck with for the rest of her life. In addition to its impressive dimensions, the penis... her penis had a number of veins visible across its length and the cap was slightly discolored from the blood her body was pumping into it. At the very tip, there was a tiny glistening hole that seemed to dilate minutely in time with Rae's breath, and before her eyes it was releasing a small bead of clear liquid that dripped off to land on her nightie. Before the fabric could absorb it, Rae swabbed it up with one of her fingers. To her surprise, it was simultaneously slick and sticky, seeming to cling to her skin whilst spreading out across the pad of her finger. Tentatively, she brought the digit up to her nose and sniffed it. There was a faint, musky smell to it that tickled Rae's nose and reminded her a little of high school gym class when the boys worked up a sweat, but that was all. Lowering her hand, she was just in time to catch Ethan staring at her, red faced. At that moment Rae realized that she must look like a complete pervert. Lying on her brother's bed dressed in nothing but a nightgown and a pair of panties that no longer covered half of what they were supposed to cover thanks to a certain something sticking out of them. Not to mention that that something was sticking out of them. "Oh gawd." Rae groaned, feeling her cheeks flush crimson. She'd been prancing around half-naked the entire morning, too wrapped up in her own concerns to think of what she was showing off to her brother. Frantically she tore the sheets from his bed and covered her new addition before clasping her hands over her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Ethan." She moaned into her hands. Deeming that this would be an imprudent time to tease her, Ethan sighed and tried to pass it off, "Don't worry about it Sis. There were more important things to worry about than your state of dress, or undress rather. Besides," he tried a small smile, "it's not like I haven't seen you naked before. There was that one time when you were twelve-" He trailed off before shrugging and giving Rae, who had dropped her hands enough to start glaring at him, a sheepish look. Yes, Rae remembered that day. Her brother had walked in on her while she was taking a bath and the first she knew that he was there was when he let out a strangled noise and darted back out of the bathroom. It might not have been so bad except she'd been mimicking the poses of some models Rae'd seen in a nudie mag she stole from her brother's room. She hadn't spoken to him for weeks afterwards, too embarrassed to even look at him. But that was nothing compared to now. "I didn't have anything to see back then." At that moment Rae would have gladly shrunk into a ball and disappeared forever if it meant not having to live in a world where her own brother had seen her with a penis. "And besides," she wailed, "that was just for a second, but I've been in here for hours. Plus you hugged me when I was crying. I was right next to you and... and—" Rae would have kept up, save that Ethan, afraid his sister, never the most emotionally stable of people, was about to start crying again held up his hands in a placatory gesture and interrupted her mid-sentence. "In that case, just go get some clothes on now and we'll forget it ever happened. The powers database isn't going anywhere and I'll give you a shout if I find something that may tell us more about yours." "Yea," Rae nodded, more for her own benefit than his, "yea that's a good idea. Ok, I'll do that." Then, keeping the bed sheet wrapped around her body, Rae dashed out of the room in between one heartbeat and the next. Ethan watched the way his sister seemed to blur out of existence with a tiny bit of envy. He sometimes wondered what his life would have turned out like if he'd inherited his father's superhuman genes instead of his mother's regular ones. Well, it hardly mattered. He wasn't a super, but he did know more about them than anyone else on the continent. Enough so that for years heroes and villains alike had been seeking out his online personae, 'Scholar' for current information on their rivals and sometimes even themselves. Ethan chuckled. He supposed he would have to content himself with that. Still laughing under his breath at how some of the supers he knew might react to finding out their contact was a regular human, he got back to querying his database with some simple SQL requests, looking for some piece of information about powers that altered the body he might've overlooked. - Not twenty minutes later, Rae tore her way back into Ethan's bedroom, tears once more beading her eyes and threatening to spill over. She'd exchanged the nightie for a tight green t-shirt that complimented her hazel eyes and black hair, but there was a problem. "Nothing fits!" She half-shouted, bringing herself to a stop beside Ethan. After returning to her own bedroom, Rae had quickly discovered that modern teen fashions were simply not designed to accommodate foot long penises. "I can't bend it down enough to put it in my jeans, and even if I could, they're so tight that I think I'd rip them. And if I wear a skirt well... just see for yourself!" And see Ethan did. His sister was wearing her longest skirt, a black knee-length piece that she normally avoided unless there was a need for something formal. Right now, however, the skirt was being lifted up into the air by a rather obviously shaped bulge such that the front barely covered Rae's panties. Ethan could only imagine what it would look like if she wore one of her miniskirts. Hmmmm, he'd probably be able to see all the way up to - Ethan caught himself. That was dangerous territory. Better to avoid it. Shaking his head once to clear it of unnecessary thoughts Ethan met Rae's eyes with his own. Rae was looking expectantly at her brother. She needed him to have a solution to this problem. Didn't he have one of these things after all? Ethan obviously knew how to keep his hidden. Surely he'd be able to show Rae too. Even if hers was a little bit bigger than normal ones were supposed to be. "Have you um," Ethan found himself stumbling over his tongue as he tried to dance around a subject he wasn't sure his sister knew anything about. "Have you tried er... making it so it wasn't hard?" He probed, but Rae still seemed confused as if she didn't really catch his meaning. Nevertheless, Rae latched onto the possibility of a solution and refused to let it go. "So I can do that? I mean, I had sex-ed in elementary school," she qualified, trying not to sound as ignorant as she felt herself to be, "But I thought boys needed a girl's help to make them soft again." Then her eyes widened as she realized the obvious. "Wait, do you think, since I'm a girl... I can do it myself?" She stared down at her crotch uncertainly, "I don't think I can bend it enough so it'll go in though." Rae muttered darkly, looking like she was willing to try it anyway. Torn between the desire to slam his forehead against the wall, and the need to help her, Ethan reluctantly chose the latter course. "No, no. That's not it Rae." He assured her. "Yes, you can do it on your own, but no, you don't have to put it in your, ahem... special place." Ethan finished lamely before loudly clearing his throat. "Anyway, that is to say, there are other ways than intercourse to make a penis flaccid." "Really?" Rae began to feel a timid curiosity and a glimmer of hope. Then, "Teach me." She commanded, blushing. At that moment, Rae felt as if she were riding a wild rollercoaster of emotions. Being driven wildly from one to another in quick succession. Was this how boys felt all the time? She'd been under the impression that girls were supposed to be the emotional ones, but maybe she was wrong. It certainly felt like it was her penis that was making it harder to think. What with its constant throbbing and the strange feeling that there was something Rae needed to do with it. In the midst of such confusion, her only point of stability was Ethan and so she clung to him anxiously. "Well, there are several ways." Ethan began, hiding his embarrassment by adopting a lecturing tone that Rae had long since become familiar with. Sitting down before him, Rae used one hand to keep her penis from lifting up her skirt too much then opened her ears to listen. "The first, of course, is to just wait. After a long enough time most guys will become flaccid because their body halts production of the neurotransmitter that lets blood flow to your genitals. But," Ethan scratched his stubbly chin, "I don't think that's gonna work for you. I mean, you've been erect long enough that if you were on Viagra it'd be time to call the doctor, and regular morning wood usually goes away pretty quickly. So I'll rule the waiting strategy out. The second, and I suppose all the others technically, involve bringing yourself to climax..." Not sure where to go from there, Ethan let his words dwindle away into silence. Rae ruminated on this before tentatively venturing to say, "So you mean, like, um, touching it and stuff?" Ethan nodded, and when he didn't continue Rae realized she was going to have to admit to her ignorance. "...How?" She asked, deciding she was suddenly fascinated by the off-white carpeting that covered her brother's room. Ethan groaned. There was no way he wanted to go over the finer points of masturbation with his little sister. Yet here he was. "You've got to, you know, jerk it." He said, at last, firing the words off as quickly as he could, but Rae didn't know, and perhaps that was the problem. She thought about this briefly before nodding slowly to herself. A nod which Ethan interpreted in an entirely incorrect way. "Then you have before? With a boy?" Incredulity, and the naturally scandalized feelings of an older brother who has just discovered that his sister has taken several steps towards adulthood without his noticing, filled Ethan. Along with, Ethan was surprised to discover, a certain amount of possessive jealousy. How dare some Boy force Ethan's cute little sister to paw at him with her delicate hands! Because that was obviously how it had gone down, by force. Whoever he was, he'd best start worrying, because Ethan was going to find him and then he was going to beat the living daylights out of the boy. Super or not! "NO!" Rae shouted a second later, however, drawing Ethan back to reality. She was staring up at him with a horrified look in her eyes. "NO!" She repeated. "I've never done anything like that. I never wanted to do anything like that. I don't want to do something like that now! But I've got to, don't I." She stared miserably at her brother who found himself nodding sympathetically. "I think it's the only choice sis." Once more Rae stared down at her penis, still held down by her hand through the skirt. Gingerly, she squeezed. It was strange. The outer bits and the tip especially were squishy at first, but just below the surface, it began to feel like she was clutching a hot iron bar. She couldn't do it, Rae realized at that moment. It was too scary. Starting a few years earlier Rae had diddled herself late at night every once in a while. Those nights always ended with her biting her pillow to keep from waking Ethan while her body was wracked with waves of pleasure that didn't subside until she felt completely wrung out and could only twitch feebly. Afterwards, she always felt guilty and ashamed of what she'd done and would resist the urge for several weeks before giving in again, but at least that was normal. It was something lots of girls did. Some of them much more than Rae, and they were fine, but what would a penis do to her? No. She couldn't do it... but she had to... but she couldn't! Faced with this mental dilemma, Rae fidgeted anxiously until an idea dawned. She couldn't do it, but she knew someone who could. Someone who had probably done it so many times he was a master. Glancing up, Rae found she couldn't bear to meet her brother's eyes, so she stared fixedly at the wall beside him and said, "Sh... show me how." "Huh?" Ethan replied, dumbfounded by his sister's terse statement. If possible, Rae felt herself blushing harder and she bit her lip nervously. Then, gradually, she began to inch her skirt up her legs. In her rush to get back to Ethan's room, she hadn't put on any panties, so when the thin fabric was bundled into a line at her waste Rae knew her brother would be able to see everything. Both her penis and her traitorous cunny, which had gotten all wet and was trying to act like it was enjoying itself. Ethan, meanwhile, was just sitting there staring at his little sister in shock as she bared herself before him. Gulping, he did his best not to focus on the sudden hardness in his crotch. "H-hold on a sec sis. What do you think you're doing..." He started to say, even though it was quite obvious what was going on. Supercock "I need you to show me how." Rae muttered under her breath, just before she tossed her head back and wrenched her skirt all the way up in one smooth motion. There, now there would be no turning back. "I need you to show me how guys do it." She said, louder, and stared at her brother straight on. Then, a note of desperation creeping into her voice, Rae plowed ahead. "Because it's too scary to do it on my own the first time and I need you to help me big brother." There, it was done. Now all Rae had to do was sit back and wait for Ethan to call her a disgusting pervert and she could escape back to her room knowing that her life was completely ruined. But to her complete shock and surprise, that wasn't what happened. For a moment her brother's face ran the full gamut of emotions as he seemed to struggle with a decision, but then it was made and an eerily calm expression stole over Ethan's face. "Alright," he said, softly at first, but, realizing he could either take charge of the situation or be swept along in his sister's wake, he said more stridently, "Then, just in case, let's do this in the bathroom." Standing up, Ethan offered his hand to Rae who took it, scrambling to her feet before letting him lead her out of his room, past hers, and down the short, pastel colored hallway to the bathroom shared by the two siblings. Dominated by a large tub that could comfortably fit two people side by side, the bathroom was a mixture of modern and archaic furnishings. The floor tiles were cracked in places, broken apart by the passage of time, while the polished stone countertops beside the sink gleamed and reflected the light that came down from a light bulb hung above the sibling's heads. A toilet sat in the corner with rolls of toilet paper stacked beside it because there was no holder, and a large curtain that could be slid down the middle of the room to hide the bath/shower from the rest of the room was pulled back halfway. Three of the walls and the ceiling were white tile, just like the floor, but the wall above the sink was one, seamless mirror that reflected Rae and Ethan as they entered. Ethan locked the door behind them despite knowing they were the only ones in the house. Some things were just better off done behind closed doors. "Ok," he glanced over at his sister and gulped, "let's start by having you take off your clothes and I'll get mine off too. Alright?" A strange shiver of... Confusion? Anxiousness? Exhileration? shot through Rae at his words. "W-why do we have to strip?" She asked, hesitating and wondering if this had really been such a good idea. Then she shook her head ruefully. Of course it wasn't a good idea, but it was her only option. Wasn't it? Folding her arms across her chest, Rae twisted back and forth nervously while she waited for Ethan to explain. "I'm a little worried that... well, if your penis is super in more ways than just size, then things might get a bit messy." Ethan admitted. "Oh." Rae replied shortly, stopping her gyrations. "Oh." That made sense. Gross sense, but sense all the same. Glancing down at the ridiculous tent her skirt had become, Rae steeled herself. It had to be done. Then, still hesitant, but knowing herself to be committed, Rae began to peel off her t-shirt. The bra was next, dropping to the floor and leaving her breasts exposed. Lastly was the skirt which proved to be the hardest because she had to shimmy it down past her penis. When she was completely naked, Rae turned around to face her brother and it would be difficult to say which one was more surprised. To Ethan, his mental image of Rae had always been biased towards seeing her as his little sister. She wasn't a woman, she was just Rae. The nosy, annoying pest that he'd raised ever since their parents had abandoned the two of them a little over four years ago. She had never grown up to be a woman in his mind. But clearly, somewhere along the way, she had. Shining waves of silky black hair fell to Rae's waist, framing a slender, innocent face with trusting, hazel-colored eyes. Pursed nervously, Rae's mouth was sensual, if not in a full and lush way then in the fact that her lips appeared delicate and sensitive. They were the kind of lips that you could spend hours kissing without ever growing tired. As for the rest of Rae, well, the skinny, gawky girl Ethan grew up with had disappeared, subsumed by slight, but feminine curves and pale skin that would bruise easily. High, pert breasts sat atop her chest, capped by pink nipples that were standing stiffly at attention beneath Ethan's gaze, and where Rae's thighs came together rested her duel genitals. Her new prick was the most obviously eye catching, jutting up at an angle and refusing to give into the demands of gravity as it bobbed in time to Rae's breathing, but beneath it lay a pair of delicate pink petals, glistening wetly in the light and slightly engorged with his little sister's arousal. As his eyes came to rest on his little sister's cunny, Ethan felt another surge of blood rush into his prick, making it jerk upwards and swell another inch. How could this possibly be his sister? Ethan shook his head; sure that he must be seeing things and that this whole morning had been some strange dream. Rae, meanwhile, was not oblivious to Ethan giving her a once over, or the way his gaze lingered. Squirming under his attention she distracted herself by looking at him in turn. Her brother took after their mother more than she did with light brown hair and a tall, lanky body. By no means muscled or athletic, her brother was not overweight either. Instead, from the tips of his toes to the top of his foxlike face, he screamed elegant intellectual and possessed a soft slender body that many might consider attractive. Unbidden, Rae felt her heart hitch slightly in her chest, beginning to beat more rapidly. Then she caught sight of his tool as it twitched and jerked upwards. Not as big as hers, it was nonetheless impressive, looking to be about eight inches with a hefty sack swinging beneath it. Instinctively, Rae felt betrayed by the fact that her brother was erect in her presence. If it had been even a few hours earlier Rae would have bolted from the room, from the house for that matter, and given Ethan the silent treatment for months. How dare he be unable to control himself! To feel lust because of his sister's naked body was wrong in so many ways. But that was then and this was now. Rae could no longer be sure that a penis was such an easy thing to control. Hers certainly wasn't. So, she gave her brother the benefit of the doubt. It was just the situation, she decided. They were being forced to participate in something that would normally never have been permissible in a brother-sister relationship by circumstances outside of their control. After this, Rae was sure everything would go back to being normal between the two of them. Choosing to break the awkward silence that was developing, Rae asked, cautiously, "So... what now?" Blinking several times, Ethan shook his head and returned to the present. This wasn't the time to be noticing just how sexy his little sister had become. Stepping into the tub, he sat down with his back against one wall and spread his legs. "Umm, alright, just... come sit between my legs sis, ok?" Feeling no small amount of trepidation, Rae did so. Setting herself down in the tub first, she pushed back into Ethan until she felt the tip of his erection press against the base of her spine. Freezing in place for a moment, Rae's mind pointlessly supplied the information that it was hot to the touch and very smooth. A tremor ran down Rae's body, but a moment later she slid all the way back, trapping Ethan's entire length against her butt. A full head shorter than her brother's six feet, Rae was able to tuck herself comfortably beneath his chin as she settled herself against his body. Then she waited. Too embarrassed to talk at this point and too worried of what the burning rod pressed against her butt cheeks would do if she moved. Eventually, Ethan brought his arms around Rae's body and took her hands in his. Letting herself be led, Rae remained passive while Ethan wrapped her palms around the tip of her penis. Somehow, unlike the other times she'd touched it, this sent a thrill of anticipation down Rae's spine as her fingers came to rest atop the smooth, slightly spongy skin. "So," Ethan murmured against Rae's hair, "there's not too much to it for guys, but there are a couple of things to be aware of." Laying his sisters fingers against the glands around the head of her penis, he had her stroke them gently, the act making Rae gasp and squirm against Ethan as she felt little sparks of pleasure erupt at her touch. "These glands are one of the most sensitive places on a penis. You can get a lot of pleasure out of them, but you also have to be careful because the skin here is thin and can chafe or be rubbed raw easily." Next, Ethan brought Rae's hand to rest against the tip. "Some people enjoy playing with this," he said, "but even if you don't, it's usually a good idea to try to coax some pre out so that you have some lubricant." Using one hand he had Rae pump the base of her penis with long, drawn out strokes while he had her tease her tip with the other. Rae gasped at the alien sensations, and then squealed as she felt a particularly strong feeling of pleasure surge up the length of her penis accompanied by a spurt of pre-cum that struck the palm of her hand and trickled down the tip. "We're in the bathroom so we can also use things like soap and some body washes as well, but we'll get to that later." Ethan declared, warming to his role and finding himself enjoying the way his sister allowed him to control her, doll-like. "For now I'm going to show you the basic technique." He placed Rae's hands so that one was slightly above the other on the trunk of her prick. "You're so big that you'll probably want to use both hands to do this." Ethan chuckled. "A lot of guys would be jealous of you for that, you know." Rae just blushed, tucking her chin in and focusing on what was going on with her penis. At first, Ethan had Rae pump her hands slowly up and down the length of her penis, but gradually he picked up the pace until Rae began to feel a sense of distant, but steadily building pressure and small shudders of pleasure started emanating from the base of her penis. Occasionally, Ethan would have Rae move her top hand so that she ground the top around the head of the penis or her bottom hand to press against the base and squeeze rhythmically. "Does this feel good, little sister?" Ethan asked, breathing in the fresh, clean scent of his sister's hair and immersing himself in the feeling of her soft body against his own. Rae nodded, not trusting her voice at that point, but Ethan gave a disapproving tut. "That won't do, sis. You've got to say it." He teased, punctuating his statement with a series of short, rapid jerks. Why? Why did she have to say it out loud? Rae didn't know, but she found herself doing so anyway. "Y-yes, it feels good." She squealed. "What does, Rae?" Ethan pressed, "What feels good?" No, that was too much. There was no way Rae could answer that, it was mortifying. She shook her head no and squeezed her eyes shut tight. That was when Ethan stopped and Rae's body jerked as the sensations abruptly began to fade away. "No, don't stop!" The words burst from her lips before Rae could stop herself. "Then give me an answer, sis. Tell big bro what feels good." Ethan crooned, moving Rae's hands in one quick jerk up her penis before stilling them again. Rae caved immediately. "My p-p-penis." She moaned softly, "my penis feels good." Rae didn't know what she was doing anymore. It was like all her willpower had been consumed as fuel to feed the fire burning in the pit of her stomach and she didn't know what was going on anymore. Hadn't she hated her penis just a little while ago? So why did it have to feel so good. How could she hate it when it made her feel like this? Rae's quiet admission wasn't enough for her brother, however. "What was that, sis? I couldn't hear you." "I said," Rae took a deep breath and then burst out, "I said my penis feels good so... so..." Her breath hitched in her throat. "Don't stop, big brother, keep making my penis feel good." She pled, squirming in place. "Well why didn't you say that earlier?" Ethan smirked, bringing his sister's hands back to stroke her prick. He didn't bother easing Rae into it this time. He knew he didn't need to. From the first, he brought her hands up and down in powerful, fast strokes. It was almost too much. Every pump filled Rae's head with roaring white static as she felt the pressure start to build again, getting closer and closer while something tightened inside her. Moans slipped freely from Rae's mouth, high pitched and breathy as she acknowledged her pleasure to the world. Successive spurts of pre were being drawn from Rae's body seemingly with every pump, splattering against the tub or running down her penis to be gathered up in her hands. Soon, Rae could feel it, something was going to happen, and it was going to be wonderful. Rae was sure of it. She was almost there. Just a little while longer, a little bit more and her brother would make it happen. Anticipation built in Rae until it felt like every stroke of her hands and Ethan's up and down her length would break her. So, when Ethan stopped her for a second time, holding Rae's hands still, the first thing to come out of her mouth was a frustrated growl. Of course, Rae was strong enough that she could have just kept pumping anyway, but that was a recent development and she was far too wrapped up in the situation to even think of doing so. "Shh, shh." Ethan murmured comfortingly in his sister's ear as he reached with one hand to gather a bottle of 'special' body wash that he'd bought for himself several months earlier. "I'm going to get you off now Sis, but I want to show you how it feels with lube." Pouring a generous amount out of the bottle onto the impatient Rae's hands he had her rub her palms and fingers together until every inch gleamed with the sweet smelling goop. "You ready?" Ethan asked, only to receive a plaintive mewl in return as his sister panted rapidly. Moving her hands back to their position, Ethan commenced. Far faster than before, Ethan had Rae pumping her hands up and down her length so fast that they began to blur. Compared to earlier, it was like every sensation of pleasure had been brought up a level. With the lube accelerating her progress and making her fingers practically glide over her sensitive flesh, Rae began to feel like her mind was caught up in a raging storm of ecstasy, every rational thought being blown to pieces until she could do nothing but concentrate on her penis. Mindlessly, Rae moaned, letting her tongue hang out of her mouth as her hips began to thrust up and down in rhythm to the strokes being guided by Ethan. A loud fapping sound filled the room, echoing off the tile walls and merging with the cacophony of Rae's moans. Then she felt it. The pressure, somehow it was being forced into the base of her penis. An immense presence that could not possibly fit inside of her but which was being forced to anyway. Just before it began to course its way up her length Rae broke out, disjointedly, "C-com...ing it's coming!" She screamed, feeling her eyes begin to roll back in their sockets and surging pleasure began to overwhelm her slender frame. Recognizing what was happening, Ethan upped the pace even more, making his little sister milk herself for all she was worth, and then, acting on a perverse desire, he angled Rae's penis back so that it pointed up her body. The first tacky streamer of white cum struck Rae's chest just below her breasts, soaking their undersides and a good portion of her stomach in a layer of thick jizz, and that was just the first. Again and again, Rae's hips tensed before arching to release another rope of hot seed across her body. To Rae it seemed to go on for an eternity and the entire time Ethan made her keep stroking herself, even when the pleasure became so intense and unbearable that black spots swam in her vision. And it wasn't just her penis. Her cunny was spasming too, releasing a flood of wetness to pool in the tub beneath her and sending bursts of pleasure through her body that contrasted with those coming from her penis in such a way as to make the combined pleasure even greater than the sum of its parts. Long after the last batch of cum had been released across Rae's body, Ethan kept jerking his sister off until her cock wilted in protest, shrinking down before his very eyes. Wrapped in his arms, Rae spasmed as her muscles jerked uncontrollably, still reacting to blissful aftershocks which threatened to drive her unconscious. Practically the entire upper half of Rae's body was soaked in cum, some of her skin almost completely obscured under several layers of the stuff. Although the first streamer had been the largest it had not been the strongest. Numerous ropes crisscrossed Rae's face or hung from her hair, the pearly white seed providing a powerful contrast to Rae's dark hair. If someone had told Ethan a week earlier that he would be in this situation come Rae's birthday he would have thought them mad. Now, though, looking down at what a small part of his voice whispered was his handiwork, he was overwhelmed by what he'd done. None of this had been necessary, he knew. He could have simply given his sister a visual demonstration with any cylindrical object. It wasn't like it was hard for guys to jerk off, but some part of him had wanted to do this. And now, as he looked down at the results, it almost made Ethan go off against his sister. Almost, and perhaps it was because he didn't that Ethan did what he did next. Laying his sister down in the tub, immersed in a small pool of her own jizz, he repositioned himself so that he was straddling her chest, penis laying between he cream covered breasts just a few inches from her face. Groaning weakly, Rae's eyes fluttered open and Ethan ignored the shock and confusion contained within them. Finding herself staring up at her brother's penis just a scant ways away, Rae struggled to piece her thoughts together. Before she could, however, Ethan spoke. "So, sis, as you can see, I've got a problem here." His voice was authoritative as he pointed with a finger to his prick and began to rub it back and forth gently through the trough between her breasts. Dazed, Rae simply nodded. "And well, I it seems to me," Ethan gave Rae a stern look, "that, since I helped you out, you should be willing to help me out too." That didn't seem so bad. Rae gave it as much thought as she could. Somewhere on the edges of her mind she thought there might be a voice telling her no, that doing that would be wrong, but right then she just felt gooey. She giggled, mind and body, Rae was goo all over. Weakly, Rae tried to raise her arms to start jerking Ethan off, but found that she was barely able to lift them. Her body wasn't quite ready to start accepting commands from her head yet, which only made her giggle more. Speaking of head, she was feeling a little lightheaded. Maybe it was because of all her recent fluid loss. "That's ok sis, there's more than just one way to do this." Ethan gave her a strange grin after Rae let her arms flop back down. Then, with one hand he scraped as much of Rae's cum as he could onto his penis until it was absolutely covered in the stuff. "You like ice cream, right sis? Well, I know you do. I'm the one who has to buy a new carton every weekend. Tell you what," Ethan gave Rae a conspiratorial wink. "All I want you to do is think of this as a tasty ice cream treat and open wide." Shuffling forwards on his knees, Ethan pressed the tip of his penis against Rae's lips. Supercock Smiling, Rae opened wide just like her big brother asked her to. Groaning in pleasure as he felt Rae's hot lips and tongue against his own burning flesh, Ethan slowly slid his prick into her mouth. Soon, Rae's mouth was awash in the rich, creamy, and slightly bitter taste of her semen and beginning to feel full as the first half of her brother's penis made its way inside. "That's it sis," Ethan praised her, petting Rae's hair, "all the way, take it all in." Rae did her best to oblige him, fighting against her instinctive desire to gag as Ethan slid himself into her throat and her nose was pressed against Ethan's pubic hair, her nostrils flaring as they were filled with a heady blast of male pheromones. "So good, sis," Ethan groaned, pumping his length in and out of her mouth several times, relishing the wet heat and tightness of Rae's throat, "you feel so good." Then he drew himself out entirely, a strand of saliva still connecting him to his sister. It glistened as it stretched the distance between them, growing longer and longer until it snapped, swinging down to mix with the cum on Rae's breasts. "Time for your second helping." Ethan grinned, once more covering himself in his sister's jizz before presenting his penis to Rae who swallowed quickly, feeling her semen begin to ooze its way down to her stomach as she accepted Ethan into her mouth again. Moaning happily around his length, Rae's mind was slowly beginning to start back up. It had already occurred to her that by her own standards, what she was doing with her brother right now was very wrong, and yet she didn't want to stop. She knew that she should be running screaming, but she couldn't forget that immense feeling of pleasure she'd experienced as a result of her brother's guidance. It would be ungrateful, she told herself, if she didn't help her brother out in turn. And, although the taste was strange and not necessarily enjoyable, there was something in Rae which relished the sensation of tasting her own semen and sucking on her brother like this. Something Rae hadn't known existed inside of her until this point. So Rae allowed her brother to do as he pleased with her, just this once. Gladly pleasuring him and tasting herself as Ethan went through several 'feeding' cycles before taking Rae's head in one hand and beginning to force it rapidly up and down his prick, practically humping her face and almost making her gag before he let out a load groan and flooded her mouth with his own seed, slightly saltier and more bitter than Rae's own. Nevertheless, she swallowed it down just as she had her own before it. Pulling his drooping prick out of her mouth, Ethan wiped it against Rae's cheeks before saying, "Good girl," and then, after glancing over their cum streaked bodies, he added, "let's clean up, shall we?" A few minutes later, Ethan was standing to the side, watching Rae towel herself off after a quick shower. There was a warm feeling emanating from the pit of her stomach and a dopey smile was plastered across her face. Between Rae's legs, her penis hung limp and significantly smaller than it had been before. As long as she was careful, Rae thought she might be able to keep it hidden while it was in this form. She was already starting to consider possible wardrobe options when she heard the clear chime of the doorbell ringing. Following on its heels, a brash, yet distinctly feminine, voice could be heard, "Hey birthday bitch, guess who!" Feeling her face go ashen, Rae turned to look at Ethan, terror written clear across her features. "I forgot," she whispered, starting to feel faint as panic began to overwhelm her, "Sally, she was gonna come over to celebrate my birthdate at noon." Then, to make things worse, the squeak of the front door opening could be heard. Looking down at herself, still nude and dripping wet, and at Ethan who'd put his clothes back on. Rae knew she had to act fast. Fortunately, as of 3:17am that morning, she could. An instant later, Ethan found himself alone in the bathroom. His sister was out and gone before his brain had time to process her departure, and he was left standing there, staring at one of the sticky strands of semen his little sister had plastered across the wall. Left to ask himself the question of what the hell he had just done. Guilt suffused Ethan's being and he stared down at the hands which had guided his sister's across every inch of her tender shaft. Molestation. That was the word for it. Ethan had just molested his sister. There could be no denying it. He'd had any number of other ways to handle Rae's desperate request for help and the one he'd chosen had ended with the two of them naked and him cumming down his little sister's throat harder than he'd ever cum before. Why had he done it? Ethan struggled to find an answer within himself. Four years. That was the amount of time he'd spent raising Rae. Barely out of high school himself when their parents had abandoned them, Ethan had worked two jobs to keep providing for his sister while he struggled to bring her up properly. Now, in just a few hours, Ethan had ruined all of that. How would his sister be able to trust him again? For that matter, how would he be able to trust himself around Rae? Even now, when he closed his eyes images of her naked body covered in cum cavorted about his mind. Ethan didn't know. With a groan, he let himself sink down to ground, leaning his back against the bathroom door. Everything was fucked up and he only had himself to blame. He'd failed as an older brother and as a surrogate parent today, and that wasn't even the worst of it. No, the worst of it was that, already, the most pressing issue on Ethan's mind was how soon he would be able to do it again.