Three days Dylan took a big bite out of his sandwich, then two. Before the third, he puked it all up. Just like every time before. So, somehow it was all true. He could only eat food that had been shoved up someone's ass. He tried to remember if his own could work or if it was anyone else's, but he couldn't. And he decided he valued his anal virginity too much to experiment.
So he stuck his courage to the sticking place and went to his sister's room with a pickle.
Emily smirked when she saw him. "How's it going, bro? Ready to give in?"
"Yes." he whispered.
"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that?"
"Yes, dammit! I'm hungry and I can't get any relief. Please, please will you let me shove food up your ass so I can live." He dropped to one knee.
"Oooh, I like the way you beg." Emily's tone was mocking, but in truth something sparked inside her seeing her proud and perfect brother begging her. "Well, since you asked so nicely." She pulled aside her panties. "Have at."
Slowly, half expecting some trick, even a kick. Dylan placed the pickle at her opening and carefully pushed in it. Emily couldn't stop the small gasp at the cold wetness, the girth of it. Becoming omnipotent had certainly given her some new experiences already. Dylan worked the pickle carefully, trying to cover in it what sort of essence or juices he tried not to think about, before pulling it out.
"Well?" Emily said. "Get on with it."
Dylan took a bite, then two. No cramps, no retching. Perhaps he should have, the taste of it was unique, but not as bad as he expected. Was it because she'd made it taste better somehow? Or was it never that awful? Perhaps it was just that he was so very hungry.
Already he was afraid. He could imagine a day when he came to love that flavor, and the thought horrified him.
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