Chapter 2: Baby Sister’s Sweet Cherry

Alex groaned a he pumped away at his twin sister’s pussy. Alexis whimpered beneath him, her thighs locked around his hips as her hot, wet pussy welcomed his cock with her incestuous passion. The sixteen-year-old boy savored the thrill of pumping away at her cunt, to finally get to enjoy his sister.

Thank you, Randy, he prayed to the newest god to be awakened by a Halo. Thank you for your teachings.

“Oh, Alex,” moaned Alexis, her fingernails clawing at his back. “Oh, you’re as good as Daddy!”

His hips thrust faster as he fucked her on the floor of his mother’s office. He reveled in his parents watching them obey their new god. The Institute of Apotheosis had found Randy Lyon and sent him their device to give him mind-control powers, to awaken in him his godhood potential.

And his first message to the world: sisters had to submit to their brother’s touch. They had to let their brothers use their mouths, their pussies, their asses. They had to let their brothers plunder their entire bodies.

And they had to enjoy it.

After the last three gods had taught other forms of incest, Alex finally had the lesson he craved. At last, he was uniting with his twin sister. They’d shared a womb together, and now they could share their passion in the most intimate way possible. He nibbled and sucked on her neck as his balls grew tighter and tighter.

Her pussy grew hotter and hotter. The silky sheath clenched around his dick as she bucked into his thrusts. Her breasts rubbed on his chest as she moaned and gasped. He caressed her sides, loving the silky feel of her body as he reveled in their incest.

“Alexis!” he groaned.

“Cum in me!” she moaned. “You have to cum in me and breed me! Brothers breed their sisters!”

“Yes!” he groaned, his hips thrusting harder, his balls aching to unload his cum into her pussy.

“Give me your seed, brother!”

Hearing her beg for his seed sent a rush of lust through her body. He grunted, the pressure swelling at the tip of his dick. He thrust as hard as he could, grunting and groaning. He needed to erupt in her. He had to dump his cum into her fertile pussy.

He rammed his dick to the hilt in her. His balls tensed. The friction of her silky embrace raced down his dick towards his heavy nuts. His incestuous cum brewed in his depths. He shuddered, his back arching.

“Alexis!” he moaned as his cum spurted into her depths.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her pussy spasming at the first splash of his spunk against her cervix. “Breed me, brother!”

“Breed your sister,” their mother, the president of the Institute, moaned.

Alex just groaned as the pleasure rushed through him. Dizzy delight surged through his body. Cumming in his sister had the same satisfaction that dumping a load in his mother’s cunt had. He shuddered, each blast of cum spurting deep into her snatch. He sucked in deep breaths as he emptied every drop of his spunk into her convulsing twat.

Her flesh rippled about his dick. She trembled beneath him, making the cutest sounds as she came. He shuddered, leaning down to kiss her, sharing their twincest passion. She clutched him tight as she whimpered in delight.

“Ooh, Alex, that was amazing,” moaned his twin sister.

“What are you going to do about Dad?” my sister, Alison, asked as I climbed off of her, my still-hard dick sliding out of her pussy. My cum followed, spilling white out of her deflowered pussy to mat down her brown bush.

The sight of her made my dick throb. I wanted to enjoy her again and again. Alison was my favorite sister. Really, she was the only member of my family that I could stand. My oldest sister was a slut and a bitch who blamed everything she did on me, letting Dad perv on her curvy body to get her way. Livie, my fourteen-year-old, younger sister played the baby, crying at the drop of the hat to wheedle something out of Dad.

And Dad...

The asshole was an abusive alcoholic who was on disability because he hurt his “back.” Ever since Mom died, he didn’t do shit for the family. He just sat on his recliner, pounding beers, and watching TV. When he got mad, he took it out of on me, beating me while I was too much of a coward to fight back.

Even now, hearing him bellowing for me to start dinner because Livie was hungry, a sick twist writhed through my stomach. Only a half-hour ago, he had delivered a hard beating because my slut-sister Valarie blamed me for drinking his beer that she probably stole herself.

Dad still had the large frame working construction had given him. I felt like a kid before him even though I was sixteen and had his height. Even drunk, with his beer gut stretching out the front of his stained t-shirt, he intimidated me.

But I didn’t have to be afraid any longer. I had the Halo. I had mind-control powers. I had just used them on my sister, Alison. She’d confessed that she wanted to have sex with me and felt so guilty about having such incestuous desires. She begged me to take away her shame and to make her my complete slut.

I did. And I had enjoyed her.

She pressed her body up against me. “Well, Randy? How are you going to make him pay?”

I clenched my fists. “I have a few ideas.”

“Good,” she said, her arms slipping around my neck. “I’m going to be right there with you.”

Her eyes swam before me. Despite the wild freak I’d unleashed moments ago, the same Alison I’d known all my life stared at me. I’d just removed a plug in her, the block holding her back from enjoying her fantasies. But her love ... Her love shone through her wanton passions. Her affections bathed me and I swelled in them. Her warmth touched me, sustained me.

Her lips kissed mine, full of her confidence. Her arms tightened about my neck. It wasn’t that wild passion we just shared, but something gentler. Something more than what we shared before the Halo, the kiss lovers would share.

“I said get your ass down here!” bellowed Dad.

I broke the kiss, irritation swelling through me. “We can’t keep him waiting,” I said with a sneer. “Let’s go.”

My thoughts had the tiniest of tingles, a sensation of my mind-control powers working. I think the more my thoughts pricked, the more I was overwriting someone’s mind. Alison must want to do this, so it didn’t take much to convince her to follow me.

Just like it didn’t take that much to start ordering her to have sex with me. She loved me and wanted to be with me.

That bolstered my ego as I strode out of my room. Alison trailed after. We were both naked, and I didn’t give a fuck. I felt swollen with power. It was time to assert my dominance in the household. To put that piece of shit sperm donor in his place. He didn’t deserve to be a father. Not after how he treated us.

When Alison was pregnant—she’d begged me to command her to let me breed her—I’d be a far, far better dad to my child. Son or daughter, I’d treat them right. I’d let them feel loved, not like they were a useless waste of space.

“Shouldn’t we get dressed?” Alison asked, taking my hand in hers. She had such a slim, delicate grip. Holding her hand swelled my resolve. I needed to protect her, too.

“I want you naked right now,” I said, my thoughts prickling harder.

“Oh, yes, make me go naked,” she moaned, her voice sounding so throaty. She squeezed my hand. “With your cum dripping out of me. Proof that you’re trying to breed me. That you’re trying to breed your little sister. Brothers have to breed their sisters.”

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“So much,” she groaned as we reached the stairs. “It makes me cum so hard. I would masturbate imagining you firing your cum into me and knocking me up.”

“You are a freak,” I said as we trooped down the stairs. “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” she said, squeezing my hand. “Keep ordering me to do all the perverted stuff I used to be so ashamed of. I want to share all my passions with you, Randy.”

“I will.”

“Thanks. Love you so much!”

Another wave of joyful euphoria washed through me.

We reached the first floor. It felt so weird being naked down here. I had done it once in the rare time that my Dad had left the house and my three sisters weren’t home. Part of me wanted to run upstairs, my instincts screaming at me, asking me what I was doing. A hot flush swelled up through my face, warming my cheeks.

But I had power. I could make people do what I want. I had no idea why this crazy company, the Institute of Apotheosis, sent me a device that could control people. It made no sense to me unless they really were trying to turn me into a god.

Me!

I felt incredible since Alison put the Halo on my head. I had taken a bad beating from Dad and my body wasn’t even sore any longer. My cock was still hard after pumping two loads of cum into my sister’s body. I should be soft right now, but I was rearing for more.

The halo gave me more than mind-control. I wonder what else I would develop?

“They were having sex, Dad,” Livie whined in her petulant voice from the living room. “It was disgusting. You have to go talk to them.”

“What?” the bleary words of our dad groaned. “Who was having sex? Your sister brought a boy over?”

“No, no, Randy and Alison,” Livie whined. You’d never know she was fourteen. She sounded four. She always tattled on everyone else, running to Dad with tears in her eyes. It kept him from abusing her, which meant Alison and I took the burnt of it.

And I did all I could to protect Alison from being hit.

“What?” he growled. “I thought you just wanted dinner.”

“No, Dad, they’re...” Her words trailed off as Alison and I entered the living room.

My younger sister had a petite body. Her features looked like a more girlish form of Alison’s narrow face. She had black hair instead of Alison’s light-brown, and kept it in a girlish braid that fell down her back. She wore pink clothing, frilly and dainty. She shuddered at the sight of us. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she gasped.

“Oh, Dad, look, they’re naked and...” She clapped her hands over her eyes. “They’re such perverts!”

Dad, sitting in his brown recliner, a can of his favorite brand of beer, Coors, clutched in his hand. These days, lifting the drink to his mouth was as much exercise as he got. He turned his head, his eyes red, his face flushed and oily. His shirt had ridden up, revealing his fat, hairy belly.

Disgusting pig.

He blinked as he stared at Alison and me. My fifteen-year-old sister pressed her body against mine, her round breasts rubbing on my arm and back, her nipples hard. I felt her bush tickling my hip. Her body tensed, like she was bristling.

“What the fuck?” Dad groaned. “Why are you naked? Fucking little shit? And your sister, too?”

“She has his juices leaking out of her, Dad!” Livie whined, trembling. “It’s so gross. They were having sex! Sex!”

“Yes, we were!” Alison snapped. “Sisters have to let their brothers do naughty things to them!” She shuddered against me. “Especially if they love their brothers already!”

The recliner groaned as Dad rose, his gut swaying before him. He thew his empty beer can to the floor, joining a few other crumpled remnants. A rumbling burp escaped his lips as he advanced on me, his steps unsteady.

“Dad, stop!” I growled, focusing on him.

My thoughts prickled.

Dad stopped walking. He blinked, bleary confusion filling his eyes while his forehead furrowed. His body trembled like he fought against unseen bonds. He snorted like a bull, his face growing crimson as he strained against my orders.

“Things are going to change around here,” I snarled, my anger bubbling through me. My fists clenched, my body trembling. “First, you are never touching alcohol again. You’ll—” My thoughts burned. A thousand needles stabbed into my mind. My words cut off into a groan as my vision fuzzed black for a moment. I didn’t care. “It makes you sick. Beer, wine, spirits. It doesn’t matter. Any alcohol wants to make you throw up.”

The pain flared through my mind, but I talked through them, my words growing tighter. When I finished, I sucked in deep breaths, the discomfort retreating as my commands rewrote my dad’s mind.

“What nonsense are you talking ‘bout,” he growled. He shook his head. “Randy, when I figure out how to walk again, I’m going to beat your ass red. Teach you to talk—”

“Shut up!” I snarled. My thoughts buzzed. “You talk when I give you permission!”

“W-what is going on?” Livie asked. She looked up at our dad. “Why aren’t you stopping him?” She gave our dad such a pleading looks, her eye swimming in tears. It made them look larger, making her look more vulnerable. Part of me wanted to give her a hug, to comfort the little girl and...

She wasn’t a little girl.

“Livie, if you want to act like a baby, then suck your thumb, shut up, and sit your ass down.” The prickles ran across my brain again.

Livie gasped, glaring at me even as her right thumb popped into her mouth and she sank down to sit on the floor, legs crossed. She sucked on her thumb, her pink lips pursed around it, her cheeks hollowing. My dick throbbed at the sight. Her eyes were so wide. She trembled, and I half-expected her to make whimpering sounds.

But I told her to be quiet.

Dad made muffled grunts. His jaw worked like he was trying to speak. He shook his head, his eyes wild with panic. His entire body swayed. He wanted to move, but couldn’t. I grinned at him, savoring his powerlessness. He’d never make me feel helpless again.

“You can talk, Dad.”

“What the fuck is going on?” he bellowed. “What are you doing to me?”

“Taking charge of this house!” My anger surged through me, exploding out with my words. “You’re not the man of the house any longer! I’m stepping up! You gave it up when you turned into an alcoholic asshole. You think you can just hit us and sit there on the recliner drinking your fucking beer? You think this is still your fucking house when Alison and I do all the chores? When my part-time job helps pay the bills and feed us?

“You think you get the right to hit me? Does it make you feel like you’re a real man? Huh? Because you can beat your fucking son?” My body trembled. I raised my fist, staring at his face as he stood there, unable to move. “Don’t even fucking defend yourself! Keep your arms at your side!”

“Yes,” Alison whispered as I advanced, pulling away from her.

Livie trembled, tears falling down her face. She sucked louder on her thumb. My dad stared at me, his eyes growing wide. His body trembled. He let out a growl, animalistic, almost more of a whimper being masked by bravado.

I raised my fist.

“P-please,” he suddenly whimpered, his arms flexing, trying to raise them, but he couldn’t.

“How does it feel to be helpless?” I boomed, my voice thundering through the room. “To just have to take it? Huh?”

I wanted to hit him so bad. I wanted to beat his face bloody. To kick him in the stomach while he whimpered on the ground. I stared at him, my body trembling. I sucked in a deep breath. I just needed to hit him. To beat him like he hurt me.

To inflict that same agony on him.

He blubbered more, sounding so pathetic. How was I ever afraid of this asshole? This whiny, pathetic sack of shit could only make himself feel like a man by beating on his children. Disgust swirled through me. And now I would be like him? I would make myself feel powerful by making him hurt.

I didn’t want to be anything like this sack of shit before me. I lowered my fist, wanting to throw up. I shook my head. I wouldn’t be anything like him. I would be a better father. A better man. A better everything.

“Sit your lard ass down!” I growled. “Shut up and just watch. I’m the man of the house, and I’m going to enjoy all the perks!”

He let out a blubbery whimper and darted for his recliner. It groaned as he slammed himself down into it, not caring at all about his “back.” I knew his injury was such BS. He stared up at me as I motioned for Alison to my side.

My sister approached me, my cum staining her thighs, her round breasts bouncing before her. She reached me, touching my shoulder. Her brown eyes were so soft, so understanding. I felt her love for me as her hand caressed down my arm.

“Dad, when I ask you questions, you will answer, otherwise you don’t need to talk,” I growled, feeling hardly a tingle through my thoughts.

I’d cowed him.

“Understand?”

“Y-yes,” he said, voice strained.

“Alison, bend over his chair and brace your hands on the armrest. Let him see those round tits of yours,” I growled.

“Ooh, yes, make me do such naughty things, Randy,” she moaned, her voice liquid passion.

I couldn’t help smiling. It was so hot hearing the wanton way she got off on being mind-controlled. I had to think of naughty, dirty things to make her do so she could have such a hard orgasm. I wanted to make her happy, so I would cause her to scream out in rapture.

She obeyed me, bending over, wiggling her ass at me. I could just see the sides of her boobs swaying back and forth before Dad. His eyes stared at her. My dick grew hard again. Livie still sucked her thumb on the floor, watching with tear-filled eyes.

“Don’t look away, Livie,” I told her. “I’ll be dealing with you, soon.” Then I turned my attention to my favorite sister. I rubbed my dick against her sloppy pussy, smearing around my own cum mixed with her cream leaking out of her pussy. “Dad, you want to fuck your daughters, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he groaned, his voice so strained. “Especially Valarie. She looks so much like your mother.”

“And she’s been such a cocktease, right?” I asked. “But you also want Alison and Livie, huh?”

“Yes.” He looked away from me, staring at his crotch. Was that shame? “I know I shouldn’t. But ... They’re all such beautiful girls and...”

“Are you looking at my tits, Dad?” Alison asked.

Dad didn’t answer her.

“Are you?” I demanded. “You have to listen to Alison, too. You have to obey her!” My thoughts prickled.

“I am,” he groaned. “They’re so round and perky. Just like your mother’s were. I...”

“You can’t ever touch her!” I snarled. “You can look. You can drool over them. But an abusive asshole, a drunk, doesn’t deserve to touch his daughters. I’m taking your place. I’m doing to my sisters what you always wanted! And they’ll love it.”

“I do,” moaned Alison. “I love it when Randy makes me do such nasty things. I love him, Dad. He’s rubbing his dick against me. He’s going to make me fuck him with my pussy. He’s going to breed me. He made me want to be bred by him! He took away all my guilt so I could love like I always wanted to. I want him to fuck me! To use my body whenever he wants.

“He makes me so wet, Dad! Not you!”

Her words made my dick ache and throb so badly. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into her pussy. I slammed into her cunt. I groaned as I sank into her pussy. Her snatch squeezed down on my dick as I buried into her sloppy depths. She was so wet, mixed with our juices.

I reveled in the incestuous delight of being in my little sister. I groaned, the pleasure rippling down my shaft. My body shuddered. My balls smacked into her clit. She whimpered, slamming her rump back into my thrust, her butt-cheeks jiggling.

“From now on, Dad,” I groaned, pounding my sister, revealing in my power and her cunt’s silky embrace, “you’re never going to cum. You’ll still get hardons from your daughter’s. But you won’t even be able to stroke out an orgasm thinking about them. You’ll watch me fuck them and ache and know you’ll never get the pleasure I’m experiencing. Besides, you’ll be too busy doing all the chores to jerkoff. You’ll clean the whole fucking house, you’ll cook the meals, and you’ll do an amazing job! Understand?”

My thoughts burned. Darkness fuzzed across my vision, then banished away by the pleasure of my sister’s pussy.

“Yes,” he groaned, his eyes suddenly no longer staring with drooling lust at my sister’s tits. He looked disinterested, glancing away.

I grinned, and fucked my sister harder. I drove my cock into the depths of my sister’s cunt, my crotch smacking into her bubbly rump over and over. I stared down the sleek sweep of her back to the swell of her ass, loving the sight of her beauty. Her brown hair danced across her back as she moaned and gasped.

She drove her hips back harder and harder, her pussy growing so hot about my dick. She whimpered, her head tossing from side-to-side as she swiveled her hips. She rotated them, swirling her cunt around my thrusting dick, increasing the friction.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me in front of Dad!” moaned Alison. “It’s so hot for you to force me to do this! And Livie’s watching! She’s staring at your dick penetrating my cunt! She’s watching you fuck me! Oh, yes!”

“You love it, don’t you?” I growled.

“It’s so embarrassing!” she groaned. “I feel like a slut!”

“You’re my slut!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she and then she came. Her pussy already spasming about my dick. She moaned, her back arching. Her butt-cheeks clenched as her cunt writhed about my dick.