148. My sister has such a sexy ass.

Chapter 3: Once was enough. (Lust/Sloth)

Fuck, my cock was so hard and painfully **** that I just couldn't wait another minute more. I squatted down behind my sister and pulled her ass up, piercing her tender virgin womb in one thrust.

"You sick little pervert," Azami laughed. "Fucking your own sister right in front of me." I felt a part of me agree with her, but the intense pleasure her tight hot vagina was giving me was too good to stop. She kept her face pressed into the older woman's cunt and I repeatedly drove my incestuous cock into hers.

After that everything became a blur. Azami continued berating me as we pleasured each other deliriously until I started cuming. I injected several long hot ropes of semen deep into my sister's womanhood and Azami just found that hilarious and started laughing. Cackling evilly really, then she suddenly stopped and screamed, twisting and curling in pain. Then a moment later she stopped and my head was clear. I pulled back, shocked and disgusted that I'd just fucked my own sister; her fuzzy peach gash dripped a stream of my white sperm with a slash of bright red blood from her broken maidenhead.

"What have I done?" I gasped exhausted and feeling sick.

"What you had to do," someone said, then I saw the monk step out from behind Azami as she fell over **** into her bed. "Don't worry, she'll be fine," he assured me pleasantly holding up a glass cube that glowed in his hand with these strange orange things that looked like tiny butterflies. He then tucked it away in the sleeves of his robes and said, "Now you must choose how to raise your child."

"C... Child?!?" I stammered. Oh crap! "No, no, no!." I simply couldn't stand the shame of having an incestuous baby with my own sister. It was so wrong! Just looking down at her exhausted breathing body I was filled with regret for what I'd done, and guilt as I witnessed a white milky trail of sperm seeping out of her gaping pussy crack. "You gotta..." I began, but the monk was gone!

In a moment of panic, I ran, terrified and ashamed. I ran into the ruined temple, hoping to catch up to the monk, but he had utterly disappeared. "Shit," I muttered to myself, "I… I gotta get out of here…" Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something. It was a small glass cube filled with what looked like glowing purple butterflies. It sat out atop an empty white robe; it was the monk's, but where was he?

I grabbed the cube and the world suddenly twisted strangely. It was almost dawn already and I heard someone humming happily. Quickly realizing I was still naked I threw on the robe, including the veiled hat.