Shady's Brother

I came downstairs reluctantly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Today promised to be another tedious, hot day of mowing lawns and mulching flower beds. I hated yard work, but it was the only job I could get for the summer break that actually paid above minimum wage. So I’d grit my teeth and bear it until college started up again.
 
As I entered the living room on my way to the kitchen, I froze. There on the couch was the girl who had made it her mission to fuck with me, literally and figuratively. The girl who, until six months ago, had been my perfectly ordinary, bratty little sister.
 
Then one day, she woke up as something else entirely. And our life-long sibling bickering shifted to a completely new dynamic. Now, she held all the cards, and I was her helpless little toy.
 
Shady looked up at me and smirked. “Morning, bro,” she said. As she gave me a devious smile, I felt my cock start to stiffen. I had only just managed to calm down my morning wood, but it was returning with a vengeance!
 
I scowled, trying to ignore how fucking sexy she looked in her tank top and short-shorts, her cute feet resting on the coffee table crossed at the ankle, her pouty lips which always made me think of blowjobs when I looked at them for more than a couple seconds. Even her eyes, now an unnatural shade of deep purple, were exotically entrancing. I grit my teeth as my cock throbbed in my shorts!
 
“What are you doing here?!” I hissed.
 
“I was feeling antsy,” she said. “I just woke up this morning and was thinking, man, I really need someone to suck on my toes.” She wriggled her cute lower digits, her toenails painted dark purple to match her eyes.
 
I was suddenly overcome with a ravenous need to worship her feet. I had always found girls’ feet sexy, but I wouldn’t call it a fetish, really. At Shady’s words, however, my cock throbbed so hard, it almost hurt! It was like all the blood in my body was trying to cram itself into my dick. I went down on my knees, not trusting myself to keep standing as I was overwhelmed with lust just looking at her!
 
She grinned in that sly way that made her even sexier, but still I tried to resist. “I h-have to go to work,” I said. I felt light-headed. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her feet. I could only see her facial expressions because of the angle I was looking from.
 
She rolled her eyes. “God, bro, you always act like you don’t know all the things I can do.” She grinned. “I think you just like to pretend. You pretend to forget, so you can enjoy the novelty every time.”
 
That wasn’t really it, and she knew it. Maybe it was my stubborn male pride. Maybe as the big brother, I instinctively refused to let her win. Maybe because it was the only fragment of power I had left. I tried to resist her every time, even knowing it was completely pointless.
 
After all, when an omnipotent being decides she wants to bed you, she’s going to bed you. How long it takes is just a matter of how long she wishes to extend the foreplay. She wriggled her toes again, shifting her feet so they were side to side, the ten cute digits all in a row. My mouth watered. My cock throbbed until I felt my vision swim. I’m pretty sure I let out a whimper that even a virgin girl would be embarrassed to make. I held out as long as I could.
 
I managed a full five seconds, I think. I don’t even remember crawling forward. I might not have, she might have just shifted me forward with her mind. My mouth was on her toes the moment they were in reach.
 
I sucked her cute digits, running my tongue over them, tasting the sweet girl flesh, smelling the very light, but enticing fragrance. She was clean, as if fresh from the shower, though she didn’t actually need to bathe to clean herself. I thought feet were cute, but I never really liked the smell. It was nice of her to accommodate me there, I suppose.
 
Shady let out a soft moan, reclining back and letting herself enjoy my attentions. I think she genuinely liked the feeling of having her toes sucked; she wasn’t just doing this to sexually torment me. Or if she was, she was very convincing otherwise. I lovingly suckled every digit. There were porn stars who couldn’t suck cock have as good as I was making oral love to her feet.
 
It was certainly encouraging that as I sucked and licked her toes, I felt tingles of pleasure on my cock. Nothing was touching it, but it was as though playing with her feet was sending sparks of pleasure directly to my penile nerves. After several minutes just attending to her feet, I felt an orgasm welling up. I was going to cum, just sucking her toes!
 
“Nick!” came a feminine voice to my right. My mom’s voice. I felt a spike of panic surge through me, and I almost managed to pull away. But I felt a hand on the back of my head, keeping me pushed down. Shady hadn’t even leaned forward to do it, either. From my peripheral vision, though, I could see my mom’s figure in her terrycloth robe.
 
“Nick, are you still up there! You’re going to be late for work!” My Mom was standing not two feet away from us, completely oblivious to me mouth-fucking my sister’s toes! Shady had rendered us invisible and silent to her.
 
“It’s alright, Mom,” I heard another voice, male this time. My voice. There were the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. “Boss called and said they got a flat, so I should just meet them half an hour later. But I’m heading out now.”
 
“Ah, okay,” my Mom said. “Well, be careful out there, it’s supposed to be a hot one.”
 
“Yeah, tell me about it,” the other me grumbled, just as I would. Then he headed out the door. Mom returned to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
 
Shady grinned. “Good old, Mom! Always so attentive. Bet it’ll be great to finally move out of here and not deal with her nagging.”
 
I let out a moan, unable to stop sucking her toes to answer. Not that it mattered, since she could read my thoughts. Not that I had many thoughts to read at the moment.
 
She giggled. “Actually, that’s right, you’re going back to college soon! Ah, man, that’ll be so fun! Remember the party we went to last semester? All those horny co-eds passing you around while I kept you denied? You were the talk of the campus! I can’t wait to do something like that again!”
 
I let out another moan. The pleasure I was feeling was reaching its peak. My hips jerked, and I sucked harder on Shady’s big toe. I felt the semen start to crawl up my shaft. Oh, god, I was going to completely drench my shorts!
 
Except the moment I would have started cumming, something else happened instead. My body melted, shrank, and surged forward. I felt my flesh soften and grow fuzzy. I felt my clothes disappear. I felt my limbs shrink into my torso, and then my torso drop into my cock, which in turn surged up and over my head. My cock seemed to become the center of my tactile sensations, even as my body warped and hollowed, and wrapped itself completely around Shady’s feet.
 
After a few disorienting moments, I realized what had happened. I was now a pair of fuzzy socks on Shady’s feet. The sensation was so bizarre, yet I was so distracted by the intensity of the pleasure I was now feeling, I didn’t have the mental faculties to fully grasp it.
 
I could smell and taste her, as though my tongue and nose were pressed against every inch of her feet. Both of them. I could also feel every inch of her flesh, as though her feet were wrapped fully around my cock, continuing to stimulate me. I was the one wrapped around her, of course, but I felt as though my cock was being squeezed and rubbed from all sides. Worst of all, since she had transformed me right before I was about to cum, the change had apparently left me stuck in that state. I was now frozen at the razor’s edge of orgasm, feeling like I was being given the greatest footjob in human history, while my nose and tongue were pressed fully against her flesh. I was completely unable to achieve release, or escape this sensual torment!
 
Shady stretched and stood. She looked down at me, the socks on her feet, and smiled. I couldn’t actually see her expression or hear her talk, but I could feel the amusement in her voice, as she spoke directly into my mind.
 
“Ready for a fun day, bro?” she said with a giggle. I couldn’t answer, but I didn’t have to, since she could read my mind.
 
NO! I mentally hollered, while I still had the willpower to resist. Change me back and leave me alone!
 
And yet, with the transformation, my cock seemed to have even more of a mind of its own. My own thoughts of protest were almost completely drowned out by the animal, primal side of my mind thinking, Yes, please, yes, anything you want, Goddess, just please, mercy, please let me cum!
 
She chose to ignore the rational side of me, and instead addressed my primal brain. “Oh, don’t worry, bro, you’re gunna cum. Eventually.”
 
The jubilation of my cock overpowered my desperate pleas, but even if it hadn’t, there was nothing I could have done about my situation.
 
***
 
I have no idea if Shady is actually my sister. She certainly looks like she could be, I have a lifetime of memories of her, and Mom and Dad remember her from before her empowerment. But the day she got her powers, she tweaked reality so that she was already moved out of the house to the other side of the country. If you asked our parents, she was attending a different college on the coast, had already gotten a job and an apartment, and was just staying out there for a while.
 
That wasn’t even remotely the case. The day she Ascended was the day she stopped living like a human being. She was some kind of all-powerful Sex Goddess now. She could do anything. Literally anything. And for some reason, she decided to spend her days gallivanting around the world, banging random people left and right, and going who knew what else between her impossible sex sessions.
 
The thing is, she doesn’t just like to show up and bed you. She likes to roleplay. She likes to push buttons and fuck with you. She likes to play games and hang out and tease you and wind you up with tricks, until you are out of your mind and begging her for mercy.
 
It is entirely possible that she’s used her powers to retroactively insert herself into my life, giving me false memories, or even completely altering the past to accommodate her presence, just because she finds it funny to make me uncomfortable with the whole incest dynamic. She’d never shown any sexual interest in me growing up, other than to make crude jokes, but the night she awakened, she dragged me into a time warp to fuck me half to death for two weeks straight. She said she only did it because I was the nearest guy for her to grab when she found herself overwhelmed with cosmic lust. But once she’d had me, she had no desire to stop!
 
I was appalled at first, but the way she saw it, she was a God now, and Gods weren’t beholden to mortal standards. Moreover, it was a great way to put her aggravating big brother in his place. To make me her little sex toy, knowing that no matter how much it bothered me, I was utterly, completely helpless to stop myself from desperately wanting her, to need her, to live for her pleasure.
 
So despite removing herself from our lives, she kept coming back to fuck with me. At least three times she’d visited, just appearing out of no where to fuck with me. I’d experienced things I’m pretty sure would have shattered most men’s minds. I suspected Shady’s power was the only thing keeping my sanity intact during the more intense sessions.
 
So, whether she really was my sister before or not, it ultimately doesn’t matter. She is now, and she’s still the same sassy brat I remember, and she never tires of pushing my buttons, and she has all the powers of a God, and I am absolutely helpless to stop her from doing anything she wants to me.
 
And the worst part is, no matter how much I want to deny it, a part of my mind insists that it’s the hottest thing the world.
 
***
 
We first went upstairs to my room. Every step she took shot a huge jolt of pleasure through my “cock”, grinding me hard against the edge of release. I was absolutely dying to cum, but even if she hadn’t been blocking my release with her power, I don’t know if I even could have achieved orgasm when I was just a pair of socks.
 
The sock thing didn’t last, however. At some point, the intense pleasure faded somewhat, and I felt my body being jostled around as though I were trapped in a cramped space. It took me a minutes to fully come to the realization that I was back in my normal body. I tried to run my hands over myself to check, but my movements were limited by two warm, firm, flesh like walls. Walls the shifted back and forth a bit, which was what kept moving me. I still couldn’t see, but I could hear again.
 
I tried to get my bearings. The only thing I could really focus on, however, was how badly I still needed to cum. I couldn’t help but press my cock against the warm fleshy wall and hump it. It took only four thrusts before I hit the edge again, but Shady was still being cruel. I still could not achieve orgasm.
 
With a tremendous effort, I forced myself to stop, and tried to climb out from my strange prison. I braced my arms and legs against the walls and inched my way upward, until I came to a sort of ledge. With my arms no more free to move, I gripped this ledge and hauled myself over it, coming onto a warm, but hard, smooth surface. However, as I slid myself up, I felt a soft, cool cloth brushing against my head and back.
 
The hard surface shifted, causing the cloth above to rub against me, soft fibers tickling my butt and causing my cock to jump. I realized with a start that I was no longer Shady’s socks, but I was inside them! I was resting on her toenail right now. My body was restored, but I had to be barely an inch tall at the moment!
 
“Hey!” I cried out. In a voice so high pitched and tiny, I barely understood my own words, I demanded. “Let me out! Turn me back!”
 
“Aw, is big bro tired of my feet? Tell you what. If you can climb out of my sock, I’ll turn you back to normal, and let you blow your load all over me!”
 
It was a trap, of course. It was always a trap. But my penis started quivering at the promise of an orgasm, and I could practically feel an invisible force tugging on it to spur me on. I tried to reach up and put my arm through the sock, to tear or wedge an opening in the fuzzy material and slip through, but the weave was too perfect. There wasn’t even enough of a gap between the threads to allow light to get through. I would have to try and crawl out through the opening around her leg.
 
I turned and got on my hands and knees, crawling along the edge of the nail until I reached the skin of her toe. As soon as I touched the soft, but firm flesh, my penis surged to maximum tension! I wanted nothing more than to hump against her, to rub my cock against her flesh until I was too exhausted to move.
 
I forced myself to keep going, the temptation growing greater and greater with each torturous inch I gained. A few times, I couldn’t stop myself, and I stretched flat against her, thrusting against her flesh. It felt so fucking good, but all I could do was edge, increasing the roil of unspent cum in my balls.
 
I crawled up the slope of her foot, until I reached the sudden steep incline of her leg. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to climb it. Her smooth skin didn’t give me much purchase. I would have to turn around and climb up the inner side of the sock. It would probably be better any way; trying to climb against her would just cause my cock to keep rubbing against her, and I’d never get far that way.
 
Speaking of, however, my dick was aching so badly, I couldn’t resist one more quick thrust before I tried to climb. I lay flat against her skin and moved my hips. Suddenly, as I pressed my cock against her flesh one more time, I felt a momentary lack of resistance. And then, a tight, warm, wet sheath enveloped my cock. Instantly, I felt as though I had entered a pussy. She had formed a tiny vagina on her skin, just big enough to contain my straining cock.
 
My whole body trembled, and my hips bucked instinctively. In two thrusts, I tried again to cum, and failed. I tried to pull out, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It felt too fucking good. I kept thrusting, gripping her flesh with all four limbs as I thrust and thrust inside this magical opening. I felt the pussy walls ripple and squeeze my cock in ways no human vagina could move; I shot right for the edge again, and this time stayed there. I wailed pitifully as I could only keep thrusting and jerking in edging ecstasy.
 
I felt her foot shift beneath me, felt the sudden sensation of rising and falling as she kicked her leg. She let out a high moan, and I realized she was feeling pleasure. By fucking this tiny pussy, it was like I was fucking her actual pussy at full size!
 
It went on for at least half an hour, Shady shrieking in several climaxes as I was ground against the edge. Fluids gushed around my cock, drenching me, and cruelly rubbing in the fact that my own release was completely denied!
 
And then I felt fresh air. The pussy shrank around my cock, squeezing it out until it left with a soft pop. My body was one aching point of sexual torment, my cock feeling like it was on fire from too much pleasure. I managed to roll onto my back and blinked at the sudden light. My cock aimed for the sky as I saw Shady’s face loom over me.
 
“No orgasms for you,” she chided. “You weren’t able to get out, you hump addict.”
 
I couldn’t form words, could only think vague phrases of unfairness and need.
 
She laughed. And then, I was normal size, lying on her bed. As I caught my breath and tried to reorient myself from the sudden changes, she sat at her computer and pretended to look something up.
 
I say pretended, because of course, anything she wanted to know, she could just think of it, and know what she needed. But she had this weird sense of fun, constantly straddling the line between displaying her radical powers, and pretending she needed to do things like a normal person.
 
“So, big brother, you said you wanted to hang out today. What did you want to do?”
 
“I said no such thing!” I huffed, indignantly. “And stop calling me that!” She was going to fuck with me no matter what I said; may as well not give her the satisfaction of playing along.
 
“Why? You are my big brother!”
 
“I wish I wasn’t!”
 
She smirked. Suddenly, the fuzzy socks flew off her feet. The green material, which I had been turned into and were now their own separate entities, zipped right up to my crotch and wrapped themselves around my still hard member. They gripped me like a pair of mittens filled with invisible hands, and started stroking me steady.
 
I reached down to pull them off, but I suddenly didn’t have arms. I kicked at the air, and suddenly didn’t have legs. My eyes bugged out and I cried out in distress. I was now just a head and torso with a diamond hard cock and achingly full balls. I looked at her with horror at how casually she mutilated me.
 
She smiled and chided me softly. “Don’t be mean, big brother.”
 
Her changes never hurt me, and I knew she wouldn’t leave me like this, but I was still freaked out. Somehow, being suddenly limbless was even more disturbing than being turned into the socks that were now jacking me off.
 
I swallowed hard, my breathing getting heavy again as the two socks stroked me with expert precision. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, one of them slid up and began to “palm” my penishead. I yelped and writhed my limbless body, unable to stop or escape the intense stimulation.
 
“Hey now,” Shady said, looking at the socks and wagging her finger at them. “Let him speak!”
 
The socks paused and slithered back, both curled around my shaft, but no longer stroking. I got the impression of two puppies with their tails between their legs. God, now she was scolding her own creations. This bitch was fucking crazy.
 
She caught that thought and gave me a mischievous look. “Well?” she said. “If you can’t think of anything, I’ll just have to think of something.”
 
“Uh… m-m-movie…” I managed to say between gasps. “A movie!”
 
Shady brightened. “That sounds fun!” she turned back to the computer. The socks moved again, one cupping and rolling my balls, the other wrapping in a ring around my cock and slowly sliding up and down. I braced myself against further stimulation.
 
“Let’s see… how do these sound? Terminatrix. Laser Lady. My Sister is a Witch. Ooh, that last one sounds fun! But the other two have hot leads…”
 
“Y-yeah, sure, any one of those…” I said. None of those titles sounded familiar. I knew a Terminator movie was supposed to be coming out soon, and there were about ten superhero movies coming out a year, but I was pretty sure none of the things she listed were real movies.
 
“Come on, pick one, I can’t really decide!”
 
I swallowed hard. I knew she was going somewhere with this, but I couldn’t predict it. The living socks still stroking me when I still couldn’t cum were helping me think, for that matter.
 
“Uh… the… the Terminatrix one…” I huffed.
 
Shady smiled brightly. “Terminatrix it is!” And with that, the socks disappeared and I had my limbs back.
 
Immediately clutched at myself and curled up into a fetal position. I heard her make an amused little snort. “The movie starts in twenty minutes. You gunna go get dressed or you wanna go like that?”
 
I grit my teeth and shivered. “Please never do that limb thing again. Next time just tie me up or something.”
 
She paused and I could see her frown. Sometimes, just sometimes, she seemed to have a moment of self-awareness of just how fucked up the things she did to me were. She got over those moments real fast, though. “We’ll see,” she said softly. That was the best I was going to get; I didn’t expect an apology.
 
“And can I please cum?” I said, trying not to sound too whiny about it. “My balls are killing me!”
 
She rolled her eyes. “Get dressed already.”
 
I managed to get up, limp to my room, and put on some clothes. I noticed the clothes I’d been wearing earlier when she turned me into those socks were now in my closet. It felt strange how attentive to the little details she could be, despite how carefree she seemed.
 
***
 
She made me drive her car to the theater. It was a newer, but still cheaper brand car, the sort of practical sedan you’d expect a middle class family to buy their daughter. We spent the fifteen minute drive to the theater making small talk. She asked what I’d been up to since her last visit, if I was seeing anyone yet, if I’d ever finished writing that web novel.
 
See, this is what I mean. Right now, she was pretending to be a normal girl, like she’d just gotten back from a year at college, and we were hanging out for the day to catch up as normal siblings. If she wanted to know anything about me, she could just read my mind, or pulled the knowledge from the air, or however her power worked. I’m pretty sure she already knew the answers to everything she asked.
 
Likewise, she could have teleported us right to the theater, right into the perfect seat, with popcorn and soda already in hand. I suppose it was nice of her to go through the motions of paying for the tickets and snacks, but it baffled me that she had all this power, and seemed to only want to use it for sex, and things leading to sex.
 
Lo and behold, there was indeed a “Terminatrix” movie playing. There was a poster for it and everything, of a scantily clad cyborg woman standing before an explosion, hefting a giant gatling gun with one hand, her other hand propped on her sexily cocked hip.
 
I didn’t see the other movies she mentioned, though, which reinforced my suspicions that said movies didn’t exist. “Terminatrix” probably hadn’t existed until just a few minutes ago, Shady willing it into being once I’d chosen it.
 
This whole thing was just another sex trap. She wouldn’t use her powers so elaborately if she wasn’t setting me up for some ridiculous sex game. Despite myself, my cock started going erect as we neared the screening room. I carried my popcorn in front of me to hide my unwitting excitement. Just before we entered the dim room, Shady looked back at me with that mischievous smile and winked.
 
I gulped nervously and followed her. My cock was rock hard and my balls were already aching with anticipation. To my surprise, there were a few other people in the seats, all young couples. There was no telling if they were real people Shady had roped into her play, or just people she created to sell the illusion. Not wanting to test my luck, I took the lead and headed to the backmost row. Shady seemed perfectly happy with this, but she made sure we were sitting in the center seats.
 
As soon as my butt hit the seat, I felt a draft. I blinked in surprise and looked down; I was completely naked again, my cock merrily pointing right at me. I turned to Shady to protest, but she was already putting the popcorn bucket in my lap.
 
Not just on my lap, though. She placed the bucket right on the end of my cock, and instead of warm cardboard, I instead felt my tip touch the moist lips of a warm pussy! As she pushed the bucket down, my cock was swallowed by soft, feminine flesh. I gripped the armrests of the chair and my eyes went wide. My cock was already thrumming with pleasure; just being inside this sudden magical pussy felt amazing!
 
And then, Shady made it even worse, as she reached over and rustled her fingers through the popcorn, taking her time to scoop a good handful, and I let out a gasp. As her fingers dug in, I could feel an irresistible rippling through the pussy, like phantom fingers stroking my sweets just so.
 
A few seconds of her fingers playing through the popcorn, and I felt the cum roil in my balls. Just as my cock began to clench in preparation of an orgasm, she pulled a handful of the popcorn away and munched on it. She then took a sip of her soda, and I felt a heavenly sensation of several tongues caressing my cock in perfect synch, Once again, I shot towards an orgasm that I was denied at the last possible second!
 
God, we’d been hear for a couple minutes, and I was already overheated!
 
“Calm down, bro,” she said, winking at me. “The movie’s about the start!”
 
I tried my best to distract myself from her teasing as she went for another handful of popcorn. Even as I shook with pleasure and fought back a loud moan, I kept my eyes on the screen. Was this the game? I had to somehow last through the movie without making a disturbance? Or was she just trying to be funny?
 
She went for another handful, and I threw my head back, letting out a moan, bucking in my seat. Somehow, the popcorn bucket didn’t go flying; I only thrust deeper into the pussy beneath it!
 
Shady let out a small gasp of her own, and her hips twitched in time to my thrust. Oh, god, this was her pussy, wasn’t it?
 
She giggled and leaned over. “That’s right big brother. You’re gunna fuck your little sister right here in the theater.”
 
“Sh-sh-shut up!” I hissed. “Stop talking about being my sister! It’s creepy!”
 
“Funny, your cock seems to love it,” she said with a giggle. She took another sip of her soda, and I nearly passed out from the sensation of magical tongues. I couldn’t help but let out a shaky groan.
 
One of the couples a few rows down turned and the guy shushed me. I was still catching my breath and couldn’t respond. Shady giggled. “Sorry!”
 
“If you’re gunna make out, do it quieter!” the girl said.
 
Everyone laughed. There were about six other couples, all spaced pretty far apart. All of them had relative privacy from each other, and I could see why; all of them were feeling each other up and kissing. As I sagged in my seat and tried to control myself, I could hear the closest couple whispering softly, the girl breathing a little heavy. From the way the guy’s arm was positioned, I could guess he was fingering her.
 
Shady whispered into my ear. “You wanna finger me, too, big brother? You wanna feel little sister’s pussy?” She grinned and flicked a piece of popcorn, and I jerked in my seat as I felt a zap of pleasure shoot down my cock. “More than you already are?”
 
I swear, I do not have a sister fetish. My thing was Shady wasn’t about the incest, it was about the power she had over me. The sister thing was just circumstantial. It would have been a lot better if she was girl next door, or a classmate, or co-worker, or something.
 
She chuckled at my thoughts. “Sure, big bro. Keep telling yourself that.” She dug her fingers deep into the popcorn, and didn’t pull out a handful. She stirred her fingers through the bucket like she was stirring soup with a spoon. White-hot pleasure lanced through my cock, stealing my breath away and making my vision swim. I only didn’t cry out because I couldn’t draw breath to scream.
 
“Just think of what Mom would say if she found out you were diddling your poor, helpless little sister. Taking her out to the movies just so you could put your naughty hands in naughty places. So wicked.”
 
Did she forget Mom thought I was at work today? I guess when you can warp reality, there’s no need to be consistent with your roleplaying.
 
“You can’t help yourself, though, can you? I’m just too hot, too cute, I make you too hard to resist your animal urges. You can’t stop your hands from wandering.” Even as she said it, she noticeably spread her legs, inviting me to be bad.
 
I thrashed in the seat, my hands gripping the armrests as though my life depended on it. I was being held at the screaming edge of orgasm, past the edge of orgasm, but unable to release. I would have been filling the popcorn bucket to the brim with my semen if she would just let me cum!
 
She continued to stir her fingers, getting faster every few turns of her wrist, until finally, I couldn’t fight it any longer. I gave in, and thrust my hand between her legs, clutching her crotch. She was already naked as well. She let out a small cry and leaned back in her seat. She was already soaking wet, and I drove my fingers as deep into her pussy as I could.
 
At first, my body was so locked up with the overwhelming pleasure, all I could do was hold her. Gradually, though, as the vice of edging subsided, and I was able to move, I started to finger her. My technique was clumsy. I felt like a wrung out dishrag. Even as the rest of me sagged in my seat, my cock still throbbed unbearably, still trapped in the pussy that was somehow beneath the bucket. The feminine sheath gripped me tightly, occasionally squeezing, drawing another loud gasp from me, but I didn’t stop fingering my insatiable, evil sister.
 
Shady was moaning and squirming in her seat, enjoying my fingers despite my lack of skill. She bucked into my hand, and within a couple of minutes, I felt a rush of hot fluid; she was squirting as she came! She let out a cry, but no one else in the room seemed to hear it. Then again, judging by the sounds, they were already too distracted by their own erotic play.
 
Once Shady came, I released her, and we both lay back, panting heavily. I seethed with erotic envy. She was cooling down from her climax, but the bucket-pussy was still keeping me one stroke away from the edge.
 
At some point, I realized the movie was playing. I didn’t know for how long, but I tuned in about the time an incredibly hot blond in a skimpy outfit that looked like the stripper version of motorcycle leathers kicked in the door to a dive bar.
 
She strode in with a confident and intimidating swagger. A big guy came up and sneered at her; despite looking like he could wrestle a bear, he was barely an inch taller than her. Nonetheless, he was much bulkier, and didn’t back down from her cold glare. He tried to hit on her. I don’t remember the actual dialogue; the script was awful.
 
I do remember the guy getting pissed as she simply turned and tried to walk around him, as though he were nothing more than a piece of furniture in the way. He grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back, only to find himself getting dragged off his feet as she didn’t even break stride.
 
Shady reached for more popcorn right then, giving me another zing to my trapped cock that edged me. By the time I could focus on the screen again, the fight had broken out.
 
Big, burly, tattooed biker guys and hard-bitten thugs were all coming at her, swinging stools and knives to try and beat her down. She took all the hits without blinking. She struck back with open palmed slaps and backhands, sending the guys sprawling. All they had managed to do was tatter her clothes.
 
Then, the guys broke out the guns and started firing. She held up a hand to shield her face, but otherwise strode forward through the gunfire like it was no more than the spray from a garden hose. All they managed to do was further shred her clothes.
 
Another zing to my cock from Shady taking a sip of her drink, and my head swam with the intense pleasure. When I could focus my eyes again, the invincible woman had apparently knocked most of her opponents out. She was now naked saved for her combat boots; she had two men seized by their testicles, and she wasn’t letting go despite their desperate pounding on her head and arms. A third man she had on the floor, and was sitting on his face; she was smothering him with her pussy, even as her vice like grip on the other men tightened.
 
With a robotic voice, she demanded they give her the information she needed.
 
“Jeez, they’re really going for that R-rating on this one, huh?” said Shady. “What a perv you are, bringing your little sister to a movie like this!”
 
More like an X-rating! Her pussy was barely hidden by her victim’s mouth and nose, but her breasts were on full display. I couldn’t deny they were the perfect size to rev my motor. After a few seconds of staring, I felt the pussy squeeze my cock cheekily, and I shuddered in another edging.
 
When I looked back at the screen, the woman was walking out of the bar, the two men crying as they clutched their crotches, while the third man stayed on the ground, taking heaving gulps of air.
 
“Just imagine a handjob from her,” said Shady.
 
Right on cue, I felt it. A feminine hand clutching my dick with a vice-like grip, stroking me steadily. I whimpered and writhed in my seat, feeling the dual pleasures of the strange pussy rhythmically squeezing me, and the steely-firm hand roughly pumping my cock with the precise motions of a piston.
 
I lost track of time at that point. The rest of the movie went on, with the Terminatrix character beating the shit out of tough looking dudes, getting routinely stripped during the fights, and then getting whatever it was she was after by some overtly sexual display of dominance. And with every scene shift, Shady made a comment of what it be like to be sucked by her or fucked by her or stroked by her. And the sensations on my dick would shift from vice-like hands to vacuum like mouths to pistoning pussies to vibrating fingers.
 
All the while, she ate popcorn from the bucket and took sips from her cup. Neither container ever emptied, every action sent an added spike of pleasure that had my head reeling, and my cock clenching so hard in desperation to cum, I thought it was going to rip clean in half! And every few scene shifts, Shady guided my hand between her legs and enjoyed another climax at my expense!
 
I’m pretty sure by the end, the other couples were outright fucking in their seats. There was no way they weren’t Shady’s creations, adding to the eroticism of the situation. There was also no way she hadn’t sound proofed the room, because their cries of ecstasy were louder than the movie!
 
***
 
The world came back into focus when the credits were rolling. I realized we were fully dressed again, and Shady was holding the now empty bucket and soda. The other couples were filing out of the aisles. “Wake up, sleepy head!” she said with a chipper smile. “You missed the whole climax of the movie! It was quite explosive!”
 
My cock clenched as she said the words “climax” and “explosive.” My balls felt like lead weights between my legs from all the cum backed up in them. My cock felt like a steel rod cooling down from being smelted and pounded into shape.
 
“Sh-shady… please… no more…”
 
She pouted. “Aw, but I’m still not done with you yet, big brother.”
 
“For fuck’s sake… will you… at least… let me cum…?”
 
She rolled her eyes. “You seriously think if I let you shoot your goo, it would help your condition at all? I could make you fill a lake with your jizz, and you’d be just as desperate and horny and hard immediately after. This way just saves me having to clean up the constant mess.”
 
I grit my teeth, “Give me something… come on… you show up at random and use me like this, and you won’t even… won’t even let me catch my breath…”
 
She smirked. “You really want to cum that badly? You really want your little sister to give you a silly little orgasm?”
 
I blanched. “Enough with the sister/brother thing! Just stop it, okay?”
 
She shook her head. “Ah, ah, ah, now you’re getting greedy. You’re awful demanding of your dear sister, despite the power she has over you.”
 
I held my tongue.
 
“I’ve enjoyed myself so far today, so I’m willing to offer you one boon if you play along a bit more.” She held up a finger. “One, I drop the sister thing. I remove myself fully from our family. I still wanna mess with you, but I’ll change it so I was your neighbor or one of Mom’s friend’s daughters, and we still hung out as kids. But in return, you don’t cum again at all until I say, not even after I’m done with you today.”
 
I almost agreed to that right there. I had absolutely no power in this situation, but getting her to stop being my sister would be the closest thing to a victory I could imagine ever achieving with her. But I stopped myself in order to hear her next offer.
 
“Two,” she continued, holding up two fingers. “You let me keep doing the sister bit, and I give you the orgasm of a lifetime.”
 
I stared at her. My cock throbbed so hard at this second prospect, I swore I could feel it sucking every ounce of blood from my brain in an effort to sway the vote.
 
Before I could make a decision, though, she smiled and stood, saying, “Think about it while we get some ice cream!”
 
She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto my feet with ease, dragging me along towards her next crazy sexcapade.
 
***
 
We stopped by a soft serve ice cream shack called Dick’s Creamery. We’d been going here since we were kids, so thankfully this wasn’t another of Shady’s weird creations, despite the name.
 
Shady snickered when she read the sign. “Jeez, seriously?” she said, nudging me in the side. “Could you try being a bit less subtle next time, bro?”
 
I rolled my eyes. I honestly hadn’t even thought of it that way; Dick’s had been around so long, only out-of-towners even noticed the double-entendre anymore. I bought Shady a large vanilla cone, but just got a water for myself.
 
She frowned as we sat down on a picnic bench next to the shack. “You sure you don’t want anything? You didn’t get any popcorn during the movie.”
 
I scowled. “Who’s fault is that?”
 
“Jeez, you don’t have to have an attitude about it,” she said, pouting. “Maybe you should cool off.” She licked the ice cream. I braced myself, assuming she was going to do the obvious trick where whatever she’d do to the ice cream, I’d feel it on my cock.
 
Instead, I felt the world drop out from under me. I was naked once more, and I was suddenly stuck in a vast plain of cool white goo. I was neck deep in the stuff, and the smell of vanilla filled the air. Before I could get my bearings, a massive slab of muscle surged towards me.
 
Shady’s tongue, now the size of a bus, slid over me, licking my entire body free of the ice cream I had been suddenly trapped in. My cock jerked as her warm tongue slid up its length, until the tip of her tongue flicked me free, and I went spinning like an errant sprinkle. I landed back in the ice cream, face down, my cock stabbing down into the substance. Despite the cool temperature, not actually as cold as it should have been, my cock stayed diamond hard with tension. I tried to pull myself up, but her tongue made another pass, pushing me over, and rubbing down my cock once more. I nearly came again.
 
She kept this up, eating the ice cream around me, every pass of her tongue driving me to another hard edging as she pushed me this way and that through the sweet, sticky substance. I couldn’t break free from the ice cream; every time I started to, her tongue just buried me back in it. Eventually, I gave up fighting it, and let her lick me down until I was trapped in the cone.
 
Then she put the entire cone in her mouth. I panicked as her jaws crunched it to pieces all around me; she kept me from actually getting between her teeth with more maneuvering of her tongue. I found myself face down, my cock being rubbed incessantly by the tireless wet muscle, as she swallowed the pieces of the cone and the remnants of the ice cream around me. Trapped in the hot darkness, her mouth warmed me, even as she enthusiastically pressed me hard against the edge of release.
 
With such deft attention to keeping me on her tongue, I thought she’d spit me back out. Instead, after grinding me against the roof of her mouth for another minute, she swallowed me. I slid quickly down her throat, her esophagus squeezing me from all sides. My cock pressed against the slick wall, stimulating me with a continuous downward stroke.
 
I was too disoriented and agonized with inhuman pleasures to fully comprehend it, but a not insignificant part of me was filled with dread at the thought of falling into her stomach and drowning in her acid. Of course, deep down, I knew she wouldn’t really kill me, but I couldn’t help but feel the pure, animal panic. This panic welled up just enough to get my head straight for a moment. I couldn’t get enough breath to cry out, so I shouted at her in my mind.
 
STOP! STOP! PLEASE! DON’T EAT ME!
 
She didn’t respond. I was both terrified for my life and also so desperate to cum, I would have killed for it. Two of the most primal aspects of the human psyche warred in my mind for dominance. Fear and pleasure eradicated all rational thought, and I could only scream into the darkness of the slimy, fleshy tunnel.
 
But after a minute, I realized I was still sliding downwards. Even as small as I was, there was no way her esophagus could be this long. With my cock jerking hard every few seconds in futile attempts to orgasm, pleasure eventually won out. I wanted to cum. I wanted so badly to cum! At this point, even if I was about to die, I wouldn’t have cared so long as I got to experience a final orgasm before hand. In fact, I felt as though any orgasm I had now probably would kill me just from the sheer intensity!
 
I was still going, still perpetually falling, my cock getting hotter and hotter with sexual pressure. At this rate, I was going to lose my mind!
 
And then her voice was in my head again. I could barely focus on the words, but she forced her thoughts to pierce the haze of need. “So, big bro. You ready to choose? Let your little sister give you the greatest orgasm of your entire life? Or make your sister go away forever and not know when you might cum next?”
 
So completely unfair. But I never really had a choice, did I? She only did the sister thing to annoy me as it was. She’d find some other equally annoying role to play next time. And she was going to torture me with orgasm denial either way. I may as well take what relief I could. Cum… please… cum…
 
“Beg me. Beg your little sister for cummies.”
 
I wailed as the pressure increased. It was a miracle I hadn’t blacked out by now. But then, she probably wasn’t allowing me to go unconscious. Please, sis… I want to cum… please let me cum…
 
“Say it right.”
 
I was too mentally fried to care how humiliating I sounded. Please, little sis, give your big brother the biggest cummie ever!
 
“Heehee. Such a lewd brother.”
 
And then I wasn’t sliding through a dark, tight, tunnel of flesh anymore. We were back in my room. My hands were locked on Shady’s head, forcing her to deep throat my cock. The moment I was able to grasp my situation, she broke the dam holding back my release.
 
I came instantly. I came so hard and fast, I felt my soul leave my body. And it didn’t stop when a normal orgasm would have; my climax stretched on for many minutes, my cock continuing to shoot semen as though I had tapped into some bottomless reserve of spunk. Shady swallowed every single drop, gulping audibly, her throat squeezing my cock head to coax even more shots from my tortured organ.
 
I came and came and came and came and fucking CAME. I swear I must have unloaded several gallons worth of spunk into her; it was impossible for a normal girl’s stomach, to say nothing of a normal man’s body, to have contained that much cum. It was an entire lifetime’s worth of semen, ejaculated in one impossibly long climax.
 
I was so out of it, I didn’t even know when it had stopped. I only gradually became aware of my body cooling down, my cock no longer spasming. My entire body felt sore and exhausted, like I’d just tried to run a hundred miles non-stop. I barely had the energy to blink. Shady stood over me, smiling triumphantly down at me.
 
“I hope you enjoyed that,” she said. “Because that was every orgasm you would have had for the entire rest of your life.”
 
When I could form words again, I said in a shaky breath, “W-would?”
 
She nodded still grinning. “Yep. Would. Now that you’ve already had them all, you won’t be experiencing them later. When I said the orgasm of a lifetime? I meant it literally.”
 
I just gawked at her, too bleary to make sense of her words.
 
She giggled. “You’ll figure it out later, big bro. For now, let’s call it a day.”
 
And then she was gone. I was now clean and dressed and completely recovered. I was refreshed and not even a little bit sore. Despite this, I must have lay there for an hour, my brain trying to process everything that had happened. The sensations from each of her tricks haunted me, like vivid dreams that would not leave my mind upon awakening.
 
Finally, I got off the bed, shaking my head to try and banish my feelings. All things considered, that had been one of her lighter sessions. All I could do was just go back to living my life as though nothing had ever happened.
 
As if on cue, I heard someone coming up the steps. I got out of bed just as my duplicate from this morning came in. He put a finger to his lips and winked. Then, he vanished, and a surge of information entered my brain, a several hours worth of memories from my clone as he’d worked my shift.
 
Shaking my head again, I checked the clock. It was now late afternoon. Shady had timed everything to line up with when I was supposed to be coming home from work. At least she was considerate with some things. I rubbed my temples, told myself to just roll with it, and went downstairs to grab something to eat.
 
***
 
It was a week later before I even tried to jerk off again, and found out Shady had been true to her word. I no longer could achieve climax. Or rather, I could, but the experience was stolen from me each time. Whenever I was about to cum, my cock would jerk once, and then it was like I would skip right past the orgasm part. I just felt the momentary hollowness one feels after cumming, the sudden drop from the sexual high. I no longer experienced the release, and no semen was forthcoming.
 
No wonder that last orgasm had been so long, producing so much spunk. She had literally stolen all of my future orgasms and combined them into that one ultimate release. I could only be in awe at her power. Despite all the crazy shit she’d done, this somehow seemed the most ridiculous, bending thousands of moments of time, just steal all the rest of my climaxes.
 
All I could do was wait for another visit from my little sister, and hope she would undo this curse so I could real sexual relief again. But god only knew what crazy shit she’d come up with next time!