**Note:** This is original content of mine, created by drawing from a short story I’m writing and the universe it’s set in. I will be updating this every few days as I write more for the story.
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The sisters entered the shower together. It was a custom that they had held over since the first day they had met, and today, even as they both grew older, it continued on.
Anya turned on the hot water; the jet bathed both her and Zhyithe in its’ moist heat.
“Could you do me first?” Zhyithe asked, stepping past her sister toward the wall. Her hands pressed against it as she spread her legs wide, her pussy visible to her sister. But Anya paid no mind to it. She nodded, reached for the bath sponge and the soap, brought them together; and then she lathered down her little sister until every inch of her backside, from her curly, dark blonde locks to her toes, was covered in suds save her vulva.
Anya had cleaned it last before now; now she was to do so again. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jitha was being unusually silent today; normally she talked at these times.
“Is something wrong?” came the question, innocent, unknowing.
“Anya.” There was a plea in Zhyithe’s voice.
“Tell me,” her sister, puzzled, replied.
“I…” Zhyithe flushed red all over her body. “I feel…these things. Like I’m itchy or hungry or thirsty. And around boys it gets worse.” Her hips, nearly as ample as her shorter big sister’s were, shuddered.
Anya knew what her little sister meant. She had felt these stirrings once…only around fellow women, however.
“And then I saw what Ferro had…what he used to get with his friends.” Zhyithe’s pussy now flushed, reddening with her body. She was interrupted, however.
Anya put down the bath sponge and hugged her sister tightly around the waist, her limp cock rubbing against Zhyithe’s pussy; the sensation elicited a gasp from the younger girl.
“Don’t worry.” Her voice was as ever gentle. “Jitha…it’s lust you feel. This happens all the time, it happens for everyone, boys and girls.”
“But Anya,” her sister whined, “I don’t need boys. I don’t need girls. I need cocks. Big…huge…throbbing…mmmm-” Her hips pressed against the currently limp slab of meat hanging down in front of her sister’s vulva, and she let out a cry through gritted teeth, her face screwed up in what would seem excruciating pain. “You have a big cock, Anya. Pleeeeease, let me…let me use it.”
The occurrence of her own sister begging for her erect penis to penetrate her had never been addressed by Anya’s mind. It was not even rare to hear of this- it was beyond all contexts.
“Jitha…” Anya stroked her hair, as she did when her little sister was a frightened child. “Don’t say such foolish things. You don’t need a cock inside you. It must be that porn you watched making you act rashly.”
“But Aaanya,” Jitha whined as her stretching of the sounds proved to intensify, along with her hips’ thrusts against her sister’s penis, “please don’t let me go to those dirty yuno boys. They say they have the biggest cocks in the world.” She moaned again, panting as her hunger for penetration amplified. “I need a cock…I’ll go to them if I can’t get it here.” Her face, pitiful as the hunger for sex that drove her to this, turned to face Anya’s; its’ very countenance signaled pleading, begging, almost certainly of desperation. And Anya was now battered with images of her sister being subdued and pounded by yuno members, her overly moist pussy having led her there.
“Are you sure?”
Jitha nodded, her hips bucking against the cock. Anya licked her lips, and let out a soft sigh. She was doing this to help her sister…not hurt her. Her hands clasped Jitha’s breasts, rubbed her nipples; Anya began to grind against her butt in response, her left hand sneaking down between her little sister’s thighs as she gazed, transfixed and incredulous, at the wall, unable to confront what her eyes saw directly.
Zhyithe moaned at the touch of Anya’s fingers against her buttonlike clitoris; those same fingers circled about the clit and stroked it and its’ hood with all the care of a masseur, then reached into and caressed her slit, widening it as its’ owner moaned again, her groin afire with lust. But she could not release it, no matter how much she let out the aroused, mewling cries that followed in the coming minutes; her attention was focused on that once-soft, smaller thing that now grew steadily as it rubbed against her body, becoming engorged with blood and steelier than a Spear of Benx. Jitha’s right hand curved about her body, blindly searching for that javelin of girlcock her drooling pussy salivated for. Her fingers traced up and down Anya’s thigh, eliciting surprised gasps from her big sister as they found the curve of her own, reddening slit, and followed it to the base of her shaft.
Her hand grasped the cock tightly, and Anya’s gasp became louder than before as her legs unwittingly moved forth, bringing her into yet closer contact with Jitha’s hips, pulled by her cock. Jitha’s hand stroked up and down her shaft, the constriction almost painful as it reached Anya’s cockhead. Resignation set in; Anya knew her sister was hellbent on impaling herself on her shaft now. There was no evading it.
She allowed herself to be carried off with the sentiment, but not too far. Jitha was ovulating now, and though her big sister had no eggs of her own she had billions of sperm to spare. An incestuous pregnancy would only bring scandal upon the family’s heads. Anya twisted Jitha’s right nipple and was rewarded with a tightening of the vise around her shaft to torturous levels and a yelp of pleasure and surprise.
She reached for her shaft now, gently moving aside her sister’s hand. The rod, fifteen inches in length, throbbed in anticipation and jumped once it was in Anya’s grasp. She sighed in relief that Jitha’s overly strong grip was no longer around it, her nipples hardening as the flush of arousal entered Anya.
She now took the unwieldy, needy slab of meat and aimed for Jitha’s anus, wetting her puckered sphincter with precum. Her little sister gasped in both confusion and excitement. Without a word, Anya thrust forward. She let out a slight gasp; this was only the fifth time she had anally penetrated anyone, and the tightness of a virgin ass was always, in her view, superior to that of a virgin pussy, for it did not open itself in greeting at the touch of a penis.
Zhyithe’s anal muscles contracted around the unfamiliar visitor, thinking it was a turd to be expelled from her; without her control, even as she mewed in pain and pleasure at the throbbing, moist rod forcing its’ way into her anus and her pussy drooled yet more, envious of her asshole, her ass tried locking Anya’s shaft in place. Anya slid a finger into the moist vagina, then another, and moved them in and out in time with the rotation of her thumb around her little sister’s throbbing clit. Her cock still pressed forward, however, even against the scraping pressure of the anus around it.
“Do you want me to go deeper?” she asked Jitha as her fingers drove deeply inside her pussy, soaking themselves in her little sister’s girlcum.
She nodded, letting out only two words: “More…cock…”
And Anya obliged. Her cock withdrew at once, eliciting a moan from Zhyithe as her legs twitched uncontrollably and her pussy clamped down on Anya’s searching, cajoling fingers, before gushing with fluid that poured down her legs, mixed with the shower water, and was washed away with it into the drain.
Anya stroked her cock and pussy, her fingers teasing aside her labia and caressing them as her right hand pumped the engorged, smooth shaft. She let out a moan of her own, before aiming the cock at her sister’s anus, no less tight than it had been minutes before. Her left hand now gripped Zhyithe’s hair, and then her shoulder, as her cock leaked precum into her little sister’s ass and pressed forward, inch by pulsating inch.
Jitha moaned again, her mouth wide open and her ass filling with something that gave her pussy such wonderful twitches that when Anya’s fingers reentered it, she orgasmed oncemore, her vision a haze as she crumpled in her sister’s grasp, only held up by the cock burrowing itself deeper and deeper into her ass.
Jitha whimpered as she felt the last of the fifteen hard inches settle in her ass. Now, Anya withdrew ten of the fifteen ironhard inches, then eleven and finally twelve; she pressed back in. She was gentle, almost tremulous; she sought to keep her sister’s anus from suffering too much damage from their lust. The cock nonetheless reentered, buried to the hilt in Jitha; then it was not, and so forth, Anya steadily accelerated.
Her little sister was in heaven. At last, a cock was inside her, a cock that fit her desire to be impaled upon the largest piece of meat she had ever seen and more. She pushed back onto the cock as it drove into her, adding to the pleasure Anya felt and making her big sister fuck her harder. Their pussies both drooled and throbbed, Anya’s cock pouring forth precum as she steadily reshaped the interior of Jitha’s ass to accomodate its’ full length.
Through every thrust the pleasure built slowly and steadily, becoming a luxury as heavenly as any sweet to both women; Anya moaned softly while her sister let out long groans, moaning through half a dozen thrusts at a time. Their breasts swayed and jiggled, Anya’s tits pressed against Jitha’s back as she toyed with her little sister’s nipples and smaller bust. Fire built in her shaft as she pumped the thick meat in and out, and Anya’s moans became louder.
Jitha slammed her hips into Anya’s as she felt her sister’s thrusts grow heavy with anticipation, her already-large shaft becoming girthier. Her pussy ached and hungered for the thick cockmilk that was rushing from inside Anya, from where her ovaries should have been, to the tip of her cock. Anya’s moan reached a peak and she returned the favor to her sister, their hips colliding hard.
In little whining gasps Anya felt her cock throb and pulsate; it jumped and twitched before her eyes as her pussy clenched and squirted. Fiery liquid burst out of both, girlcum and cockcum, one spurting in boiling hot jets inside Jitha’s ass and the other fountaining out and washing away with the shower water. Jitha orgasmed, her ass and pussy both clenching on the cock and making Anya squeal, her pulsating cock intensifying the flagging strength of the jets of sperm. For what seemed like ages her cock was buried there, pumping load after load inside Jitha; she was sure that if she had done this in her little sister’s vagina she would have been pregnant for sure.
Panting, she drew her throbbing meat back at last. It spurted more cum on its’ way out of Jitha’s anus and stood as erect as ever once completely withdrawn. But her sister teetered. She moaned weakly and threatened to fall over, but Anya caught her round the waist and held her up.
“I’ve got you.” Anya’s eyebrows knit in worry as she listened to the panting breaths of her little sister, and then dislodged an arm to turn off the water. “Stay with me, little Jitha…come to bed with me…”
Grateful that the servants were not here today Anya conducted her sister to her bedroom. Jitha’s eyes were wild, her expression vacant, beleaguered by her ordeals. She fell over onto the bed, her anus continuing to leak Anya’s tremendous output down her leg and now onto Anya’s bedsheets.
For a while the two sisters lay on the bed in silence, Anya cradling Jitha in her arms as a pool of spunk formed on the sheets; Anya prayed silently to The Benx that she hadn’t harmed her little sister as she stroked her hair. Other than her ass- whose shape was still in doubt- she seemed only shaken.
“Anya?” came the small, cute voice.
“Mm?”
“Can you fuck me again soon?”
Anya gazed down into her little sister’s eyes silently, weighing the possibilities. Sure, this was immoral. But at the same time- it was frolicking. Harmless. Perfectly natural. Safe. And better than letting boys touch her. The Supreme Inquisitor had said so. Hopefully Jitha could wait. Anya was actually quite tired herself of fucking; her cock was slowly wilting in front of them both, seemingly disappointed in her disinterest. It was the fact that she had committed incest that did in her libido.
She nodded and kissed her little sister on the forehead.
“Of course.”
Jitha wrapped her arms around Anya’s neck and returned the kiss, but this time, on the lips instead. Her smile was furtive; her big sister, flushing pink, returned it.
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