1 comments/ 40615 views/ 4 favorites Becoming Ch. 01 By: penelope_waits I kept fiddling with the documents. I don't even know why. I mean, I wasn't nervous. Why would I be? Somebody yelled, "Westing!" I jumped. Guess I was nervous after all. Dr. Hammond beamed at me as I sat down. I tried to smile at him. Personal charm, that was the thing; a smile, graceful posture. I tried to look delicate. I must have failed miserably, because the first thing out of his mouth was, "Son—" "Oh," I must have said. I know for a fact I looked despondent. I might as well wear my heart on my sleeve. He looked at me, at my resume, back at me. I wanted to bury myself. "I mean, ms. Westing." It wasn't fair. I was trying so hard! I waxed my face and padded my bra. I used moisturizer. After a few months' treatment it would all be much better, but if I couldn't get this job now I wouldn't be able to afford the next treatment. "Now, now," he said, trying for a fatherly tone. It wasn't helping. "I don't have any problem with folks who are Becoming. We see many of those around here – generally the other way around, but nonetheless. You don't have anything to worry about." I gulped. "The office said I needed to have a good stability rating." Obviously I couldn't have one in my deviant, inherently unstable state. Once I Became, now... But that won't help me now. Dr. Hammond got up and closed the door. I startled again, cursing myself for being so reactive. Of course, that's part of what marked me for Becoming in the first place... No, I can't think about it, not now. "It's fine," Dr. Hammond said. He was standing behind me. "That's up to my judgment as your future employer. However..." I said, hesitantly, "Yes?" I hated being so timid. Of course, it was only one more sign of my maladjustment, which was why I had to Become. His hands slid on my shoulders. I couldn't help myself from shuddering. It was weird and inappropriate, but it's been so long since I've been touched, since... I won't think about that anymore. I promised. "I do," Dr. Hammond said, "have a curiousity regarding those things." I didn't ask what things. My heart was hammering. I didn't know what was happening. No, I knew perfectly well what was happening. I just wished I didn't. His hands crept down to where I was still mostly padding. The clinic said, with my build, I might always have to pad. Some women are just like that. I half-expected the Dr. to flinch. His hands halted for a moment. He said, "How's your secondary development coming on?" That was one hell of a personal question. Then again, the way he was touching me wasn't exactly impersonal to begin with. "Okay," I said, near-whisper. He chuckled. "I suppose you would know." He retreated. I breathed out a relieved sigh. He turned my chair around, so that I was facing him. I'd worn my skirt, obviously, which only made being called "boy" worse. He asked me, quite politely, to remove my underwear. I bit my lip as I stood up to do it. I kept hearing something inside my head telling me not to do it, to go away and never come back. And then what? The office would want to know how I screwed up my interview, and when I told them, then... "Why did you wear a skirt in the first place? You wore makeup and stuffed your bra, didn't you? And probably forgot to cross your legs properly. "And besides, why would you say no?" The 'who else would want you' would be left unspoken. I looked on Dr. Hammond as I sat down. He wasn't bad looking, at his late thirties at worst, full head of dark brown hair. I suppose his smile could be considered nice. He had good teeth, anyway. I closed my eyes as he parted my thighs. I hoped he wouldn't try intercourse – my primary progress hadn't gotten that far yet – and he hadn't. He put his hand on the outside of my cunt, brushed one exploratory finger against my clit. I gasped. I couldn't help it. I couldn't even tell if it was from fear or pleasure. He hummed, sounding like he was rather enjoying himself. "Is it making good progress?" he asked, pushing a finger gently into my pussy. It was wet; it's always wet. That's the way it is when you Become. I relaxed when I saw Dr. Hammond wasn't giving me more than I could handle. He pushed a little. He could only fit the first two knuckles of his finger inside me, and I felt the stretch of it. He wiggled his finger gently. I gasped. He slowly took his finger out. It was glistening. He licked it and made an approving noise. I was shaking. It's a very unkind thing to arouse someone who's Becoming. We are very easily turned on, even when we don't want to be, and the Wards the office sets make it virtually impossible to take care of ourselves. I couldn't ask anything of this man. Especially not this. But he looked at me, and for a moment I really did feel his expression was kind. His tongue on my clit was shocking. I made a noise that was nearly terrified. It was a good thing he held hard unto my hips, because I couldn't control their twitching. I closed my eyes tightly, and the images came to me before I could hold them back. The times with the gang, when they held me down and taught me that I was weak and open and theirs, that they didn't care what I wanted and neither did I. And Dan. Always, never Dan. I cried when I came. Not cried out – I have better self control than that. But my eyes filled up. I managed to blink them away before Dr. Hammond got up and wiped his face. "Marvelous," he said. "Wonderfully responsive. I didn't realize they did that good a job." "They're very good at what they do, Dr. Hammond" I said, nearly at my normal volume. "I should say so." Then he blinked at me. "But you must call me Tom if you're going to work for me. And I must call you Henrietta." I flinched. "Netty, please." Then what he said filtered through. "I... I got the job?" He beamed. "Most certainly! You look like a very hard-working young woman," he said, without pause or any kind of hesitation. I had to smile at that. I thanked him and left. It was cold outside. I drew my scarf around me. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Becoming Ch. 01 Author's Note: While this is not an incest story, there is an element of incest within it; so if that bothers you, you may want to choose another story. * * * * "Blake, don't forget to act surprised tomorrow, okay?" Tracy was standing at the threshold of her bedroom as she spoke in a hushed voice. "Mom and Dad thought they were being all sneaky, but they don't seem to realize we're not seven years-old anymore." "I know," Blake replied, leaning against the door jam of his sister's bedroom, "They do know we follow them on Facebook, right?" Blake's parents were planning a surprise 18th birthday party for him and tomorrow was the big day. "I have to say," he said, "I'm more looking forward to my 21st birthday, but who's counting. Good night." "Good night." Wow; 18 years-old, he thought. Blake Wilson looked into the bathroom mirror and smirked. How he'd changed over the last couple of years. At 16, he was 5-8 and a 155 pounds - athletic, but nothing like the person staring back at him in the mirror. Blake was built like a linebacker, standing over six feet and weighing 220 pounds. The thing was, he had no idea how he got his chiseled physique. While he played sports, he never really lifted weights. Over the last year, he had simply gone through a second growth spurt that turned him into the specimen he was today. He wasn't going to complain. His extraordinary muscle tone was matched by his beautiful, mahogany skin, the result of the biological parents he never knew. The Wilsons adopted him when he was just a few weeks old and had always treated him like their own despite the obvious difference in skin color. He once asked his dad why they decided to adopt a child of a different race. "We didn't think of it like that," he told him. "We picked the cutest baby with the cleanest bill of health." He paused for a moment then continued, "We were told that your biological parents were a mixed couple so we saw some poetry in that. Otherwise, we just thought you were a cute kid." Their "cute kid" had grown into a behemoth of a young man who had caught the eye of more than one of his female classmates. Blake however, while going out on plenty of dates, was one of the few guys in his circle of friends that was still a virgin. He couldn't quite explain why - he wasn't consciously deciding to remain a virgin - when it came down to it, he just didn't have the desire to have sex. However, just a week ago, things started to change. The first clue that something was happening to him occured exactly one week before his birthday. He woke up and walked to the bathroom like every morning. As often happened, he passed his sister in the hallway as she was usually up first. They grunted their "good mornings" as usual, still in the stupor of sleep. But this time, as Blake passed by his step-sister, he caught the scent of something he hadn't noticed before. It was faint but intoxicating, and it was emanating from his sister. As they passed each other, something (that scent?) made him turn back. He couldn't help himself as his eyes drifted down her back to her round, bubble butt, which was barely contained by her pajama shorts. He took another whiff of the faint scent and his heart began to race in his chest. Before Tracy could notice, Blake ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. Splashing cold water on his face, he looked into the mirror. There was something there - just for a second - that was different about his eyes. He couldn't place it, but he shook off the incident with his sister and got ready for school. He next noticed something off when he saw Megan, the girl whose locker was next to his. She was petite, wore glasses, and was a little bit of a nerd. But she was sweet and tutored in math and science. She even recently helped Blake prepare for a physics test. "Hey," she said. "Hey," Blake replied. Megan was wearing her long, brown hair up in a ponytail, her neck exposed. "What's up?" Her skin was milky-white. As Blake looked down at her, he noticed the swell of her small tits in her blouse. "Nothing; just getting my books for class." There was that scent again - different than his sister's, but unmistakable. His heart began to pound in his chest like before. Blake didn't look well. "Are you alright?" Megan asked. "Yeah; I think breakfast didn't agree with me. I'll see you later." "K; later. Hope you feel better." Megan walked past him and the scent became stronger just for a moment. He turned his head to watch her walk down the hall - the porcelain skin of her legs; the tight rise of her ass under her skirt; the ponytail that swayed back and forth as she walked...What the fuck is up with me, he thought as he turned to go to his first class. As he walked into the classroom, which was half full, he braced himself for another episode, but things were mostly normal. They were mostly normal because even though he was sensing the same kind of scent he detected earlier from Tracy and Megan, it wasn't quite as strong. But there was something else: he couldn't help but ogle at every girl in the room. He felt an overwhelming desire to enjoy every swell, every curve, every dimple. It didn't matter terribly how good looking they were - oh, there were girls he found more attractive than others of course - but he was able to find something to admire in all of them, and admire he did. Blake was in his own little world when, as the bell for class rang and Ms. Thompson, the history teacher, entered the room, he became acutely aware of the middle-aged woman standing at the head of the classroom. It was unmistakable and it was very strong. With each breath he took, Blake could almost see an energy around Ms. Thompson's body. He savored the intoxicating scent, breathing it in as if his life depended on it. She was facing away from the class, writing something on the corner of the chalkboard, her ass jiggling as she wrote. Blake glanced around but nobody seemed to notice that he was losing his mind. Ms. Thompson turned to face the class and began talking about the reading assignment, asking questions to see who read it and whether they understood it. Her face was beautifully proportionate, her shoulder-length auburn hair framing it perfectly. She wore thin, red glasses that she sometimes looked over when she was upset at a student. She carried a few extra pounds, never losing all of the weight from her two children. She was divorced, and the word around school was that she was single but dated from time to time. (One of Blake's friends saw her at a restaurant with a guy one time.) There was something different about her today - not just the intoxicating scent, but a glow. Blake didn't know what it meant but he couldn't help but stare. "Blake. I asked you a question, aren't you paying attention?" Shit. "Sorry, Ms. Thompson; I spaced out for a second there. Late night," he said. "A little less time in the gym and a little more time hitting the books and getting a good night's sleep might do you some good." "Yes, Ms. Thompson. My bad." The rest of Blake's week continued in a similar fashion. He didn't know what he was sensing, but he realized two things: 1. The scent was somehow tied to his and their sexuality. In fact, as the week went on, the feelings he was having were getting more and more intense to the point where he sometimes felt a stirring in his pants, which was something he had never felt before. He wasn't, however, getting an erection like he had seen on the Internet. (One night after his friends had talked about a site, he checked it out, curious about what his friends found so interesting. At the time, he had been ambivalent toward it. He wondered what his reaction would be if he looked at it now.) 2. While the scent and the corresponding feelings were most acute when he was around girls, he did detect a similar scent around guys. It was different - more of an awareness than intoxication, but it was there nonetheless. Truth be told, before this week Blake had thought something was wrong with him, and was in the process of working up the courage to ask his father if it was normal for a teenager to never get an erection or have the urge to have sex. His friends talked about girls all the time - how they wanted to have sex with them, did have sex with them, jerked off thinking about having sex with them - Blake had no such thoughts, until now. As time passed, he became more and more curious about what he was feeling and what those feelings were doing to his body. * * * * Blake lay in bed, still thinking about his conversation with Tracy and the birthday party. Why his parents felt the need to throw him a surprise party was beyond him. He was turning 18, not 16. Of course if they wanted to give him a car, he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He glanced over at the clock; it was just past midnight. "Happy birthday to me," he whispered, then closed his eyes. His thoughts drifted to what was happening to him. Was this puberty part two? Was this something every guy went through? How was he going to keep going to school, feeling what he was... ...the beating of a heart; two hearts quickening in pace, pumping blood to where it's needed. The impossibly strong scent of something primal, animalistic. An uncontrollable hunger. A tightness in the chest; a tightness down below. The feel of skin against warm skin, bodies touching, colliding against each other in a steady rhythm. Long, blonde hair grazing againt his skin as their bodies envelope each other in an embrace. The feel of his mouth on hers, devouring her as he takes her in his arms and lifts her to him, penetrating her body, making her groan in pleasure...The feel of her wrists in his hands, pinning her arms above her head, pistoning in and out of her as if the rhythm of his strokes is the only thing keeping him alive; her legs spread wide to accept him, her heels on the small of his back pulling him to her... Her curvaceous body straddling him, grinding into him, then rising and falling with a heavy smack of skin against skin. Her round breasts in his hands, her hard nipples between his lips, the salty taste of her perspiration on his tongue as he fills her with his manhood...His grip on her full hips, his body slamming into her without restraint as she screams into a pillow. Unable to control himself, he grabs her long, blonde hair and pulls her head back, eliciting a groan from deep within her; he smacks her ass hard and she encourages him to do it again, harder... He brings her to him, wrapping his arms around her body, crushing her large breasts. Her skin is hot and slick; her groans are deep and getting louder with each thrust into her body...He disengages from her long enough to pick her up and lift her off the bed. Standing now and holding her with her legs hooked over the crook of his arms, he penetrates her to the hilt and, putting her back against the door, takes her completely. The door creaks against the violence of his thrusts as he tries to satiate his hunger for her, a hunger unmatched by anything he has felt before. She moans into his mouth as he feels her body squeeze him, her tightness almost unbearable. She groans again and he feels her losing control, her body convulsing against him, coming on his cock...His manhood stretches her as it swells, and he braces himself for its release. As her spasms subside, his body explodes and fills her with his seed in a seemingly unending stream. He slowly lets her down as she places her head on his shoulder, spent and satisfied like never before. Blake opened his eyes and blinked wildly as if awaking from a trance. It took him a moment to realize where he was and how he had gotten there. He was standing outside his parents' bedroom, leaning against the frame of the door. He was naked, his body slick with sweat. His manhood was fully erect and pulsing to the rhythm of his heart. As his vision cleared, he noticed something else - the massive load of cum sprayed all over the bedroom door. Shocked by what he saw, he quickly went to the bathroom, damped a towel, and quietly cleaning up the mess. Once he was finished, his mind flashed back to what had happened. Blake somehow knew that he had been...involved with his parents having sex; more than that, he had experienced it with them somehow. He looked down at his still hard penis. He had never seen it like this - the massive girth, the pulsing veins in the thick shaft, the large head still with a drip of cum on it. His parents had only satisfied him momentarily. He was still hungry...and instinctively, he knew what he had to do next. Becoming Ch. 02 Blake opened his eyes and blinked wildly as if awaking from a trance. It took him a moment to realize where he was and how he had gotten there. He somehow knew that he had been...involved with his parents having sex; more than that, he had experienced it through them. As he regained his senses, he realized he felt stronger, more alive, than he ever had before. He had somehow fed off their sexual energy; Blake didn't quite understand how, but as the seconds wore on, things became clearer and clearer to him. He looked down at his still hard penis. His parents had only satisfied him momentarily. He was still hungry...and instinctively, he knew what he must do. * * * * "What, was that?" Cory Wilson was lying on top of the bed, her husband's seed dripping down her thigh, too exhausted to move. Anthony (Tony) Wilson was holding his wife of 21 years in his arms, his body completely spent. "I don't know, but I hope it happens again tomorrow!...I honestly don't know what came over me." He held himself up on his elbow and stared down at his wife. "Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I?" Cory ran her hand over his chest, feeling his beating heart. "Except for maybe our wedding night, that was the best sex I've ever had; I wish you would fuck me like that more often." "Good to know that we can surprise each other - even ourselves - after all these years," he said, kissing her on forehead and still confused. "You wore me out," Cory said as she tried to stand, pushing off her husband's chest in a playful gesture. Feeling light-headed, she fell back onto the bed. "Careful, honey," he said, putting his hand on her bare back. "I'm okay; just need another minute." With that, Cory gathered herself and stumbled to the bathroom. After freshening up, she collapsed on the mattress. Her husband was already asleep; they wouldn't wake up until almost noon the next day. * * * * As Blake walked by his step-sister's room, he slowed, taking in the musky scent of her sexual energy. She had touched herself earlier in the evening, probably when he was out; otherwise, he would have sensed it. He didn't know why or how he knew such things; he just did. He didn't want to use her in this way, but the hunger was overwhelming - it wasn't like being hungry for food; it was more like being starved for air. Blake knew he didn't have time to go find someone else to...feed off of; he knew in his bones that his body needed to feed now. Moving to his bedroom, which was adjacent to hers, he got on his bed and closed his eyes. Reaching out through the thin wall that separated them, to the voluptuous young woman lying in bed just a few inches from where he lay - Blake sensed her awakening arousal in response to him. He could see her now - her beautiful face framed by short, blonde hair; her eyes were closed but restless; and he noticed a hint of her ample curves under the blanket. He reached out to her, allowing her to feel him, and within seconds a connection was made as Tracy squirmed under the covers, moaning softly in response to his presence. He needed to see her body. Before he realized it, Tracy was pushing the blanket down, revealing her scantily clad form. He had thought it and she had done it. "My God," Blake said to himself, stunned, "what am I?" He re-focused on his sister. Her nipples were hard, the large areolas prominent as they shown through the thin cotton of her tank-top. Blake felt his cock twitch as he watched Tracy slowly lift her top over her ample breasts. The last time he had seen his sister naked was before puberty had turned her into the gorgeous creature before him. Her breasts were in a word, magnificent. He wanted her to touch them and pinch her nipples; she did as he wished, her mouth agape as she moaned. God, her moans were driving him crazy! "Touch yourself," he said, surprised at his own words. "Anything...for you," she whispered, "anything..." Tracy slipped a hand under her pajama bottoms, letting out a soft, little moan as she began rubbing her clit in a slow, circuar motion. Blake took hold of his cock and stoked himself, matching his step-sister's rhythm. "Oh, fuck," she said in a hushed tone, as if reacting to Blake. Tracy pinched her nipples, pulling them away from her body as she continued to rub her pussy. As his sister became more and more aroused, Blake lost himself in the moment, unable to think of anything except feeding his primal needs. He willed her to remove her pajama bottoms and panties. Legs spread open, knees in the air, Tracy picked up her pace... "Please," she whispered, "please." * * * * Tracy, only semi-conscious, could feel the presence of something powerful in the bedroom - a man. No - not a man, but something male, strong and virile. She couldn't quite make out his face, but his body was perfect - tall and muscular with beautiful, mocha-colored skin. He was staring at her now with a look of absolute lust, desire, and hunger. He wanted her and she would let him have his way with her. "Touch yourself." "Anything...for you. Anything." The words had escaped her lips before she could think them. Fuck, she was so wet. Want wasn't a strong enough word; she craved for him, needed him in a most basic, animalistic way. She said she would do anything for him and she meant it. She could feel his desire for her as she touched herself, and when she saw his hands wrap around his cock, her heart leapt up in her throat. "Oh, fuck." Her hand was moving faster now - haltingly, unsteady - but frantically, unable to control herself in his presence. She was doing it for him as if her satisfaction was directly tied to his. Her nipples were so hard they ached; she pinched them, pulling them away from her body until it hurt. He wanted to see her so she removed her pajamas and panties, the cool air brushing against her wetness. "Please," she said, begging for him to touch her, kiss her, lick her, fuck her...anything, "please." Still rubbing her pussy and effortlessly slipping her middle finger inside, Tracy weakly reached out to him. She needed to touch him, if only for a moment. Shocked, Blake watched his sister reach out to him, begging him to have his way with her. His hunger was to the point that he would not be able to control himself much longer. Tracy's eyes were open now, searching for him as if he were just out of reach. She continued to finger herself as she looked out, her eyes scanning wildly. "I need you," she whimpered, "please!" Her desire for him was physically palpable. He felt her sexual energy as if he were being toppled over by a tidal wave. It fueled his own desire and emboldened him to embrace his true nature. In an instant, he was there in the room with her - his sister. He hovered over her for a moment, taking in her beauty - her gorgeous face and expressive blue eyes, which now showed a hint of agony as she waited for him impatiently; her large breasts that could swallow even his size between them; hips that hinted at the round ass that he had admired the other day - tonight she was all his. Impossibly, his cock grew even stiffer at the thought of it. Blake leaned down over her, his manhood resting on her stomach, and without pretense, kissed her fully on the lips. He felt her gasp in his mouth as she surrendered to him, their tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace. My God, he thought, she tasted so good he could have kissed her all night. He could have kissed his step-sister all night. That thought bounced around his head for a moment, giving him the slightest pause; but as her desire wafted over him like an intoxicant, Blake wasn't just tasting her; he was devouring her very essence. Tracy's wanton desire for him fueled his own as he took ownership of her, body and soul. Tracy surrendered to him, his hot lips crushing hers as if he couldn't control himself. His cock felt thick and heavy on her belly; she couldn't imagine taking him inside her, but she would. She looked into his eyes; there was something familiar about him but she was too drunk with desire to think straight. Blake looked into Tracy's eyes and saw that she was giving herself to him. He took his manhood in his hand and positioned himself at her entrance; it seemed impossibly small, but he couldn't wait any longer; every fiber of his being told him he must do this to live. He looked into her eyes one last time in a last ditch effort to gain control and end this before it was too late. The pleading look on her face ended any such notion. Blake held his breath as he pushed through her lips and into the hot, wet confines of his step-sister's womanhood. He let out a hoarse groan as he felt her tightness wrap around the head of his cock. Tracy's mouth was agape as she spread her legs wide in a futile attempt to accommodate his size. He momentarily pulled out only to push into her again, farther this time, eliciting a deep guttural groan from her mouth, which was twisted in exquisite agony. Tracy could hardly believe how thick he was as he pressed against her walls, stretching her until she thought she couldn't take anymore. When he pulled out, she felt as if she couldn't breathe, and when he entered her again, she let out a groan that she didn't even recognize as her own. She felt so full and complete and desired. Tracy tore her eyes away from the erotic site of this beast's manhood protruding from her body and looked up into his eyes, seeing what was behind them - the lust; the hunger and the desire to own her body - and braced herself for what was surely to come. Blake took a hold of Tracy's shoulders to gain leverage, then inched forward, pushing himself farther and farther inside with each stroke. He kissed her, swallowing her moans that were becoming louder with each thrust, until finally he felt his skin kiss hers. Tracy felt his cock push deeper and deeper inside her pussy. How she was taking his length she did not know; she just knew she had no choice. He was kissing her now and she felt dizzy with wanton desire as she held him close to her, his body pressed against hers, his cock buried to the hilt. She had never felt such a sensation; how could she possibly take anymore? She opened her eyes and looked into his. Oh, my God, she thought. Is this a dream? It's too real for a dream. "Blake?" she whispered. She saw the recognition in his eyes as he pulled back until just the tip was inside. "No," she protested involuntarily when she thought he was leaving her. She felt his grip on her tighten and when she looked into his eyes again, a shudder cascaded through her body. A moment later, her brother let out a primal groan as he slammed into her with such force she thought she would die. Again he pulled back, and again he slammed into her, bottoming out each time. "Fuck!" she hissed as their bodies met. Blake leaned down, crushing her tits against his chest, holding her tight to his body as he ground his pelvis into her, using her for his own pleasure. He grunted like an animal, his thickness making her feel every inch. Wrapping her arms around his muscular body, Tracy spread her legs wide, taking everything he gave her. She didn't care if he was her step-brother; he wanted her and she needed him, just like this. He was so big, his cock hitting all the right spots, she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. "Oh, fuck; oh, fuck; fuuuuuuuck!" she yelled, not caring if their parents could hear her. She tightened her hold on him as the first wave of convulsions rocked her body. Biting into his neck, Tracy stifled another scream as she came all over her step-brother's cock, the sound of her wetness filling the room. His thrusts were becoming more erratic as he groaned into her ear, signaling his own approaching orgasm. He quickly pulled out, leaving her feeling vacant and yearning for his return. He then stood, pulling her up to her knees. "Swallow it," he croaked. Tracy held him with both hands and took him into her mouth. Fuck, he's huge, she thought. She stroked him but that wasn't enough to satisfy his needs. Taking her head in his hands, Blake fucked her mouth, causing her to gag on his length. She held onto his hips as he used her mouth to get himself off. A few seconds later, she felt him swell inside her, then the hot deluge of cum splashed against her tongue and the back of her throat. He moaned in rhythm with his thrusts as he just kept coming and coming, his thick, salty seed dribbling down her chin when she couldn't swallow fast enough until he finally pulled out, as she fell back onto the bed. Blake looked down at his step-sister. Her short, blonde hair was disheveled, her pussy was puffy from her arousal and the pounding he gave her, and her lips were swollen from him fucking her mouth. She wiped a drop of cum from her chin and licked it off her fingers. Blake's wanton desires were hardly satisfied; he couldn't believe it! He had heard that guys his age were in their sexual prime but he had come twice tonight and he was already ready for more. Lying down on the bed, he propped his head up on a pillow, and stroking his now fully erect cock, said, "suck it." Before she knew what she was doing, Tracy got on her hands and knees and crawled to him. Starting at the base, she licked the length of his thick shaft, feeling every inch of his hot skin against her tongue. Taking the sensitive underside between her lips, she licked and kissed her way up and down his shaft, his soft moans urging her on. Blake watched in heavenly disbelief as his sister made love to his manhood, kissing and licking him as if her very life depended on it. Maybe not hers, he thought, but it seemed mine did. He spread his knees wide and she seemed to get the hint as she took his hefty balls in her hands and sucked them into her mouth one at a time. "Fuck, that feels good," he said. "Stroke me while you do that." Tracy never missed a beat. She continued to suck on his balls, taking them into her mouth and pulling them away from his body while simultaneously stroking the head of his cock in her hand. God, it felt so amazing, but he needed more; he needed his cock in her mouth. Without him having to say a word, his sister knew what he wanted. Getting up on her knees, she took him into her mouth, which was hot and wet and perfect. She allowed her spit to dribble down his length, then stroked him with both hands as she sucked him off, going deeper and deeper with each successive stroke. Tracy looked up at him as if for approval as she serviced him. It felt incredible; Blake knew then he would not be able to resist visiting his sister again to satisfy his desires. "It feels so good, Tracy," he said, "deeper; as deep as you can go." It was the first time he had said her name; this was real, she thought. Tracy leaned over him, placing her hands on either side of his body as she gained leverage. Using her own body weight, she took more and more of his length into her mouth. She was deep-throating him now, his cock half-way down her throat. Watching his sister take him with such willingness and earnestness was just too much for Blake to handle. He felt his balls tightening, his extremities tingling, his manhood swelling. "Fuck!" he hissed through his teeth. Tracy pulled back and stroked the length of his cock in her hands while sucking on the head hard, creating a small vacuum in her mouth. "God damn!" Blake groaned. He exploded into her mouth, his cock spasming between her lips as he shot line after line down her throat, his cries unrecognizable as human. He lifted his pelvis off the mattress and held her head in his hands, ensuring her perfect mouth never left his cock. When he stopped ejaculating, amazingly his orgasm kept going, as his manhood continued to convulse between her lips until finally he slackened and she released him. Tracy looked completely spent - her eyes watering, her lips red and puffy, her beautiful skin glistening with perspiration. Any man would have been completely spent by now as well; but Blake was not a man. His hunger was not quite satiated yet. Tracy was exhausted, her body aching from head to toe in the most perfect way. She had fucked him and sucked him off, taking two massive loads down her throat. She had given him all she had, and yet as she looked at the beast of a man that was her brother, she saw that he was not done with her. The lust in his eyes rekindled her own desires as she waited to see what he had in store. Grabbing her by the hips, Blake turned her around and positioned her so that he could take her from behind. She readied herself for just that when she felt his hot tongue against her sex, causing her to shudder and let out a soft moan. He took her between his lips, sucking on her, making love to her pussy with his hot mouth. She couldn't believe she was still horny after all they'd already done, but God help her, she was ready for him again. He licked the length of her slit several times, grazing her asshole each time. Fuck, that felt incredible, she thought. He circled her clit with an increasing speed and intensity, knowing exactly how she liked it. Spreading her with his fingers, Blake took her clit into his mouth and licked and sucked it, sending little shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She was close to coming already when he slipped two fingers inside her. Then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he took one of his fingers out of her pussy and eased it into her tight little ass. "Fuck!" she yelled into the pillow. It was just too much - his fingers in both of her holes, his tongue...fuck, his tongue. She pounded the bed with her fist as the first convulsions wracked her body. As wave after wave took hold of her, sending her head spinning, Tracy felt his tongue move from her clit to her puckered hole, which his finger had vacated. This sent her over the edge again. How did he know exactly what to do to get me off, she thought, her head in a daze. When his tongue penetrated her asshole she thought she was going to die. It felt so amazing; all of those nerve endings - Blake seemed to be hitting every last one of them. As he tongue-fucked her ass, Blake continued to lightly circle around her clit with his thumb, not quite touching the sensitive button. This kept Tracy right on the precipice ready to explode again at any moment. Sensing she was close but not wanting her to come just yet, Blake stopped momentarily then placed the bulbous head of his cock at her entrance. "Spread your ass for me." Tracy placed either hand on her cheeks and spread them wide. Oh, what an amazingly erotic site, Blake thought. Tracy definitely qualified as a PAWG (phat ass white girl). Her ass was big, perfectly shaped, and just firm enough to make any man pray to his God that he could have it. Blake watched in anticipation as his sister spread the two perfect pillows, revealing her beautiful, virgin asshole to him. He would have it one day soon, but not tonight. Her ass would need to be taken gently and with patience; gentleness was the last thing on his mind this night. Tracy felt the head of his cock against her pussy. He rubbed the head on her, back and forth, driving her completely mad. "Do it!" she yelled. Almost before the words were out of her mouth, she felt the full weight of Blake's manhood penetrate her body. "Ugh," she groaned as his pelvis slammed against her butt. He felt so amazing, she wished he could stay inside her like this all night. Blake, however, had other plans. "Touch yourself, Tracy," he said in a strained voice. Tracy was beside herself in absolute, blissful agony. She felt like she was being split in half. Weakly reaching down between her legs, she she felt how wet she was. She frigged herself while her brother rocked back and forth ever-so-slowly, his cock completely inside her body. She felt dizzy, a result of her brother's manhood buried inside her and exhaustion, yet she could feel her body responding; unbelievably, she was almost ready to come again. Becoming Ch. 02 Blake felt his sister's orgasm approaching. He was now becoming more aware of what was happening as it happened. He was literally feeding off of Tracy's sexual energy, drawing strength from it, and it fueled his own impending orgasm, which he knew would finally satisfy his insatiable appetite. As Tracy's body tensed, her tightness squeezed around him, causing Blake to double-over her prone body. Catching himself, he picked up his pace, pistoning in and out of her incredible cunt, his body smacking loudly against her big, beautiful ass. As Tracy screamed out in orgasmic abandon, Blake felt his own orgasm approaching. Wrapping one arm around his sister's body to hold her to him while still holding himself up with his other arm, Blake exploded with such force that his spasms shook his whole body; then he saw stars, then nothing. Only a few seconds passed, but it was enough to freak Blake out; he had never passed out before. He was still inside his sister's pussy, his cock slackening. He carefully removed himself as Tracy stirred and turned over to face him. She seemed drunk but he knew that wasn't the case. Blake stood and immediately felt the effects of his night's "work." He felt powerful, like he could do anything, and it was intoxicating. He effortlessly lifted his sister's naked, limp form and brought her to the bathroom. Knowing his parents were not in any condition to hear them, Blake turned on the shower and proceeded to wash his sister's beautiful body. When they were both clean, he placed her under the covers and reluctantly closed the door behind him. Unable to sleep and charged with newfound energy, Blake got on his computer and did a series of Internet searches: "feeds off sexual energy," "comes to people in their sleep," "impossible to resist." One thing kept coming up, and it was the only thing that seemed to "make sense." Incubus - a male creature that feeds off the sexual energy of people, particularly women, by having sex with them in their dreams or sometimes "in person." Blake was adopted. Who were his parents? There was no denying what had happened tonight...this morning, on his eighteenth birthday. "Son of a bitch," he said, pushing his laptop away from him. "Well," he said to himself, "now what?"