Chapter 13

The morning sunlight bled through the canopy and assaulted Maddi’s eyes. She tried to focus her blurry vision. Then Diana’s luscious creamy breasts came back into view. Maddi could feel her sister’s frantic pulse through her cock as Diana stroked her flesh against Maddi’s clit.

“Are you ready?” Diana asked with an evil smile. “There’s still time to chicken out,”

“No,” Maddi squinted, swallowing her fear. “Do it.”

“Okay, Maddi,” Diana nodded before her smile disappeared. She slammed her hand over Maddi’s lips with such force a clap echoed through the grove. Maddi tried to kick herself free but was already exhausted from their first fucking that morning on the way to church. The more Maddi fought, the heavier Diana’s body seemed to become.

Maddi screamed against the firm palm that covered her mouth with such force that her cheeks ballooned. Her watery eyes flooded with fear as her vision blurred. She fought the urge to faint and strained every muscle available, attempting to close her legs. But Diana’s hearty weight forced him apart, and little sister’s cock found its mark with a single violent thrust.

Diana used her free arm to pin Maddi across her chest and shoulders. She was confident Maddi could scream without them gaining attention in their secluded grove. But the sadistic blonde wasn’t taking any chances; Diana drove her knees into Maddi’s tender thighs and spread them further. She knew the pain she inflicted would bruise her badly.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, Maddi,” Diana hissed. Her voice shook with a terrible euphoric tone. “I wish you could see how red your face is getting,” She gasped as her cock twitched. “It’s going to turn blue soon,” She wrenched Maddi’s head to one side and plunged her fangs into her neck. Maddi screamed even louder as a tiny trickle of blood dripped from her fresh bitemark. “Shut up,” Diana scolded as her arm flailed against some tall blades of grass. “Shut the fuck up, Maddi,” She found, at last, the pair of torn black lace panties she had ripped off Maddi’s hips not ten minutes prior. Now, Diana shoved the soiled fabric between Maddi’s lips.

“This is everything I dreamed it would be,” Diana’s voice trembled more with each violent thrust. As Maddi’s frail form spasmed against her body, it took Diana’s impeding orgasm to new perverse heights. “S--spilling,” She stammered, “Do you feel that, sister? M--my babies,” Her claws sank deeper. “It’s the last thing that you’ll ever fucking feel,” Diana managed to eke out the last words before she screamed. Her back arched to a painful degree as she filled Maddi’s damaged womb. “Oh my god,” Diana collapsed in a heap beside Maddi. She rubbed her dizzied temples, trying to catch her breath. “Maddi, thank you so much for agreeing to this,”

But Maddi still clutched her chest in panting silence. She knew her heart pounded entirely too fast and hard to be healthy. “What the hell is wrong with you, Di?” She finally said in a quivering, confused voice. She didn’t try to hold back her tears. “Why do you like this?”

Diana shrugged. “I started choking Mary, too,” she said, looking up at the sun shimmering through the covering overhead. The rays soothed her nudity. “She actually loves it,” she said. Then she turned to Maddi. I take it you don’t?”

“I’m sorry, I won’t agree to this anymore,” Maddi sniffled. “I thought you were going to kill me,” She wondered how they got here. Since the pair left Mary at home to stew in jealousy, Diana teased about having a rough, consensual, non-consensual roleplay with Maddi. At first, the raven-haired beauty was reluctant. Still, once they passed through their particular spot in the forest, Maddi’s lonely pussy begged for filling.

“You could’ve just used a safeword,” Diana defended with her typical jocular tone. “I wasn’t going to hurt you,”

“We didn’t have one,” Maddi’s eyes narrowed. She sat up with some discomfort before turning to Diana. “Oh my god, what would I have done?”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Diana stroked Maddi’s face with delicate aftercare. She wore the most miserable expression. “I shouldn’t have been so careless. Just seeing you in that church dress, I had to defile you,”

“This is exactly why I wanted to attend church,” Maddi cried. “Now I’m going to show up late, smelling like sex--incest, even,” Her eyes checked on the slim black dress she left hanging on a nearby tree branch. The sheer fabric gently waved with the morning breeze. Maddi shook her head, trying to clear her clouded judgment. “I need to change,” She muttered.

“We don’t have time for all that. You can hit me--if you’d like,” Diana tried to reason. “Or choke me. I don’t mind. Do you wanna fuck me?”

“No,” Maddi sighed, rubbing and trying to stretch out her neck. She tried to push Mary’s vicious threat from her middle brain. “No, I just want to get to church,”

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The sisters took the scenic route around town before entering the modest cobblestone two-story chapel at the end of a quiet neighborhood street. Both girls wore plain, dark-colored dresses that teased their stocking-covered knees. Diana towered over Maddi in black two-inch heels.

Maddi dragged her feet at the approach, suddenly self-conscious of the mess between her thighs. “I can’t believe you ripped my panties,” Maddi scolded under her breath. “I hope I don’t drip on the floor,”

Diana recoiled and snickered, fighting the urge to cackle full-on. Instead, she straightened her face upon seeing how upset Maddi was. “Sorry,” Diana stifled herself. Then, trying to change the subject, she craned her neck at the towering grey steeple about three stories high. “Couldn’t find a Catholic church, Mads?”

Maddi shrugged as she climbed the flat cement stairs. Rochelle Masters raised her girls as “Chreaster” Catholics, attending Mass on significant holidays only; Neither had consistently participated since they were little girls. Maddi grew to prefer the casual approach to some Protestant houses--and the youth groups were full of horny virgin girls dying to make sin with a futanari.

Maddi didn’t wait for Diana to catch the door; They were already late. The pastor was droning as a sad pipe organ bellowed behind him. They took seats on the empty pew farthest back. As she settled in, Maddi began to feel normal, even clean. The simple, open interior felt more like a conference hall than a sanctuary. She tried her best to ignore Diana and focused on the diminutive frame of the shriveled man speaking from the pulpit in front of a small choir and pipe organ player. He spoke of Lot, the humble servant of God who fled the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Throughout the tribulation, the Lord kept his promise to keep the righteous safe--all they had to do was believe, accept, and obey.

“He was a drunk,” Maddi whispered under her breath. “His daughters were so wicked, just like me.” Maddi began remembering the bible stories her mother taught her. It wasn’t until adulthood that they revisited the gory details--The violence--The incest. “Lot’s daughters conspired to get their father drunk. They took turns riding his potent cock while he slept. As a result, they both bore his children. But it wasn’t their fault,” She reasoned. “Lot had previously offered his virgin daughters to be ravaged by the men of Sodom. They were traumatized--damaged.” She sighed.

“Just like us,” Diana leaned in, whispering, her voice heavy with lust. “Mom cursed us,” She slipped her hand between Maddi’s thighs. “We’re so biblical, it’s disgusting,”

“I wonder how it made them feel,” Maddi whispered. “Feeling their father’s cum ... the same cum that made them. I wonder how that feels.” Maddi fought the urge to moan as Diana massaged her cock through her dress. But then Maddi clamped down on her sister’s hand and pushed it away. It was too late--she was already hard. A modest bulge blossomed from the crotch under the sheer black fabric. “Stop,” She snapped.

Maddi’s eyes scanned the sea of bowed heads before her, ensuring no soul had witnessed Diana’s transgression. Her heart pounded, and Maddi’s loins pulsed and ached for release. With great reluctance, she folded her arms in her lap and parted her knees slightly but wide enough to knock against Diana.

“I knew you’d come around,” Diana teased. Her hand returned to Maddi’s lap, this time snaking under her sister’s dress and gripping her hardness. “So wrong,” Diana stroked her sister’s cock firmly. “So fucking wrong,”

Maddi agreed with a disjointed nod. Her breathing grew heavy as Diana worked her meat into a full erection. Her cock twitched as she swore she felt the cum stir in her ungodly futa balls. Maddi was about to spew her seed on the church carpet--the antitheist of what she planned. Still, with Diana in control, the only outcome she could have expected. Maddi closed her eyes as a soft palm covered her mouth. Her hips thrust against her sister’s tiny hand--she couldn’t remember the last time she wanted to come so badly.

“NGH!” Maddi sank her teeth into her hand as her body stiffened. She raised her skinny hips off the pew; Each torrid thrust sent a rope of thin cum slinging into the carpet.

“That’s so hot,” Diana’s breathless voice shuddered as Maddi’s warm cum pumped over her knuckles. She held her breath, squeezing her sister’s wilting cock as the girl’s orgasm subsided; Her heart pounded. Diana was pleased to find her cleavage and lowcut bare chest both a delicious shade of red. Finally, she thought. The insatiable blonde finally found an act deplorable enough to satisfy her. She withdrew her hand, studying the shimmering stickiness that dripped from her fingers; Diana scanned the bowed heads to ensure their inconspicuousness before licking them clean.

Maddi eased a relaxing sigh from her lungs as she settled down to earth. As her feet found the ground, Maddi realized she’d kicked off her shoes during her climax. She bent over to gather her errant flats and observed how quickly her seed sank into the carpet. Another thick trail of white slowly crept down the wooden bench in front of her. Maddi’s thin red lips turned upright as she watched. “Look, Di,” She whispered with a snicker. But Diana remained silent, nonresponsive. Maddi tugged at Diana’s skirt to get her attention—still nothing. Growing impatient, Maddi flew up. “What’s the matter with you--” As Maddi sat erect, she instantly knew what caught Diana’s attention--or instead, whom. Diana had missed a pair of eyes watching them from a far-left seat.

Detective Jackie Sims looked as inconspicuous as usual until that point. Jackie’s slate grey dress and ponytail allowed her to blend in with the conservative congregation despite sitting alone. She stared at the girls, straight-lipped and curious, for several moments before turning towards the front.

Diana folded both hands in her lap, trying in vain to wipe them clean. She sat quietly, fixing her piercing jade eyes on the detective. Maddi mashed her knees together, wincing each time another drop of cum oozed down her leg. Jackie never turned back to address them for the rest of the sermon. As the pipe organs soared to fill the room, the congregation slowly scattered; some exited while others moved toward the altar. As Maddi motioned, she felt Diana’s hand clench her wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diana accused more than asked. “We should leave,”

“I need to go pray.” Maddi hissed under her breath as she pulled away. She stumbled into the center aisle, curtseying at each silver-haired layperson as they tottered past. Turning back to see that Diana declined to follow, Maddi found an empty corner on the velvet steps to kneel, templing her fingers as she bowed.

“Feeling guilty about something?” Jackie whispered as she made space down next to Maddi. “Your face is flush. You must have a lot on your soul,”

“College is stressful,” Maddi muttered. “And I’ve recently lost my mom,”

“I know,” Jackie sighed. “I’m sorry. I loved your mother and what she did for us. If it wasn’t her Rochelle Masters, I might not have ever had the guts to apply for the police academy,” She watched Maddi turn to give her a puzzled look. Jackie fought the urge to laugh. “Does that surprise you that I’m futanari? Boy, your sister didn’t tell you anything about me, did she?”

“No,” Maddi turned away.

“Yeah, she’s an odd one. I’m sure your relationship with her is odd, too. Do you like true crime, Madison?” Jackie whispered. “There’s a story from France that happened almost one hundred years ago that would interest you. Have you ever heard the Papin sisters?”

“I’m not interested in true crime stories,” Maddi dismissed. She kept her eyes downcast. “Because I don’t commit crimes,”

“Not yet, maybe,” Jackie admitted. “But neither did Christine and Léa Papin. The Papin sisters were French maids who brutally murdered their employer’s wife and daughter under a fog of passion and rage. It’s thought now that their relationship was Folie a Deux,”

“Folie a Deux?” Maddi realized her eyes were bulged open in panic. “Two? Crazy?”

“It translates to ‘madness in pairs.’ The formal term is shared paranoid disorder,” Detective Sims noted. “Have you ever heard of it?”

Maddie shook her head but otherwise remained silent as Jackie went on. “It occurs in couples and small groups. They develop an inward-looking existence with a paranoid view of the outside world. One sibling typically dominates the other,”

“This is probably inappropriate to ask given where we are, but I’m going to ask anyway,” Jackie’s voice grew stern. She closely watched Maddi’s lifeless face as the young woman continued to scribble on the notepad. “Has your sister ever made sexual advances toward you?”

BOOM! Maddi hadn’t realized how much weight she pressed on the alter bar. Suddenly, the girl lost her balance and crashed to the floor. It was enough for the pleasant conversations around them to pause as all gawked at the clumsy girl whose short black dress now seemed to ride up a little too high. Stunned and dizzied, Maddi brushed herself off and stood on her own. But her face remained bright red, and her mouth lay agape. “I-i-um--” Her weak lungs heaved. “She--no,” Maddi stammered on. “Sorry, that was just a weird question. I don’t even know why you’d ask such a thing,”