Part Three

Nina crept around the side of the Hatcher residence, unexpectedly stealthy, considering the five-inch peep-toe pumps she had stolen from her mother’s closet. Sneakers or any shoe without at least a three-inch heel made her shapely calves ache.

Peeking through an arched window, she got a front-row seat to the bacchanal in the living room.

Trevor, her Big Bro-God had Jessa folded in half on the couch. Perfect knees squashed against her ginormous breasts, ankles dangling around her ears, and her tall, painfully slim frame skewered on his pistoning turgidity.

“Oh Daddy! Oh Master! Ooooh~ Daddy-Master! Your huge, glorious cock is stretching out my tight good-girl pussy.” She howled, her glittering azure eyes rolling in cum-drunk bliss. “I won’t be able to live without feeling it plowing my deepest parts every night and day. Hnnnh~! I love-love you, new Daddy!”

Nina could see her hotter-than-the-sun Bro-Daddy’s monster-cock ramming the ecstatic fucktoy’s womb by the obscene outline pressing out of her brilliantly smooth, toned tummy. She had the mad urge to lick the shifting lump and feel it decimating the transcendently sexified skank’s insides with her tongue.

Dammit, Nina was fingering her soaked snatch again, nose pressed to the window and picturing herself in Jessa’s place, getting drilled mercilessly into the furniture.

It was a miracle that Trevor’s mesmerizing bitch-breaker even fit inside the inhumanly slim, size-zero nymphet’s body. It was like magic, as ridiculous as that notion was.

Then Mrs. Hatcher strode into the room. Her **** curves and long, silky lines squeezed into translucent black lingerie. A provocative one-piece number rode high on her thick hips, with floral lace patterns around the overstuffed bustline and secured like a choker about her willowy neck.

She wore disastrously tall stray heels and had styled her forest of mahogany tresses up in a loose knot that cascaded down her slender back. Fingerless mesh gloves stretched to her elbows, and she held the end of a chain leash usually reserved for walking a dog.

“Look what I discovered sneaking in the back door.” She announced, giving the leash a sharp tug. There was a pitiful cry, then an older man with a beer gut and a bald spot splayed across the floor behind her. “A filthy pig, snuffling around where it‘s not welcome anymore.”

“Diane. Honey, what’s happened to you? It’s me, your husband…” He blubbered. The chain was looped through a steel ring at his throat and tightened cruelly when she yanked it again. “Ugh! Jesus Christ, you’re hurting me!”

Nina squinted blearily at the sobbing creature–the glass was foggy from her steamy breath.

She felt she should recognize the wretch but couldn’t recall why. It wasn’t a Man. That was Trevor’s job. Her superstud giga-dicked Big Bro-God, who was still engaged in slam-fucking Jessa into the couch cushions. Claiming the ravishing blonde cocksleeve with earth-shaking ****.

Precisely as Nina yearned to be claimed.

Fingers curled desperately inside her needy twat, and she almost put her head through the glass when another monumental climax stampeded through her buzzing nervous system. Everything went white for a euphoric eternity before the world spun back into reality.

Where was she again?

“–don’t give a shit. Get rid of him.” Trevor growled, and Nina immediately fixated on him again. A Man was speaking, which meant listening was of paramount importance.

He lifted and spun Jessa with a flex of his tremendous pussy-impaler so she could face the crawling slug dressed in rumpled businesswear. “Hey babe, got anything to say to your old man before he’s gone for good? Better make it quick. I’m ready to dump an epic load in your virgin baby-box.”

“That miserable thing, Master? Why would I want to speak to it?” She sneered, resting her massive bouncing hooters on the armrest and gyrating back into him. “Mommy was correct. That’s just trash to be thrown away—a poor imitation posing as my father before you arrived to fuck the truth into me. Forget him, Daddy. You’re the only Man that exists for me anymore. All others are insects compared to you. Give me your babies, then beat his ass for all I care.”

“Jessa, sweetie. You don’t mean that–hurk!”

The sniveling… whatever rolled in a pudgy ball when Mrs. Hatcher stabbed a stiletto heel into its side and wrenched the leash. Chain links bit into the flab of its neck, strangling any future attempts at speech.

“You will remain silent, piggy.” The ferocious brunette hissed, jabbing it again. “Shut that flapping pie-hole. Watch as a real Man breeds and owns us like you never could.”

“Yes, Daddy! Oh-my-fucking-god, yes! I love being your daughter-slut.” Jessa wailed as Trevor brutally savaged her with his cunt-spearing immensity like a dog with a chew toy. “Holy shit, I’m cumming again! Don’t stop, Master. Ruin me forever on your giant Daddy dick!”

Nina staggered from the window, swaying towards the front of the home to collapse in a quivering heap of brassy hair, tangled limbs, and aching tit-flesh when a soul-wracking orgasm swept her off her feet.

“Here it cums, you cock-hungry whore!”

“Yes, Daddy! Fuck me… YEEESS!!”

Everything narrowed down to a pinprick view as fireworks detonated in her dizzy brain.

Someone crashed through the screen door and tumbled down the patio steps in a panicked rush. There was a loud thud and a yelp of pain before the indistinct figure limped to a vehicle parked in the driveway. An engine revved, and the car shot backward, clipping the mailbox and veering wildly into the street.

Seconds later, it was gone, leaving the acrid smoke of burnt rubber in its wake.

Nina clambered through the open front door, propping herself against the entryway for support.

His pungent scent was everywhere. A cloying miasma of testosterone and sex that clung to walls, floors, and fittings, marking the territory of an apex predator. Her legs turned to jelly, butterflies swarming her stomach, and she stutter-stepped towards the loud noises of rigorous rutting from further within the house, gasping when she caught her reflection in a decorative mirror.

Nina was a downright drop-dead, call-the-paparazzi super-hottie!

Long, lustrous hair flowed like a shimmering blanket of liquid copper to brush the back of her supple, honey-drenched thighs. The small tartan skirt looked more like a belt slung around wide, child-bearing hips that tapered into a waspish eighteen-inch waist a Man (and Nina only knew one of those) could grab like a handle and really go to poundtown.

Her lips were collagen-stuffed pillows, heaven-sent to suck Big Bro mega-meat and the tiny school blouse–stretch sheer and transparent from the constant stream of horny drool–barely hung on by a single remaining button under the hefty strain of her triple extra-large whoppers.

Gone were the freckles and acne scars of her youth, leaving a vibrantly healthy complexion that could star in cosmetics commercials. She was taller by several inches and bared a smooth midriff. Soft muscle definition, like Nina had never seen in her life, gave her fabulous new body a sleek, traffic-stopping sex appeal, perfectly toned and tight and down-to-fuck at the drop of a hat.

Best of all, Nina was sexy and desirable now.

No, scratch that.

Nina was absolutely, one-hundred-and-fifty percent, a totally fuckable piece of sister-pussy for Trevor to fill to bursting with his scrumdiddlyumptious Bro-God seed!

Shit, she was knuckles-deep in her slippery cunt again and almost cumming from the mental image.

A slender arm circled Nina's body as delicate fingers slid over the hand buried between her slick thighs, grazing her sensitive pearl and applying more pressure. Luscious softness pressed into her back, hugging Nina against the mirror while ruby lips husked in her ear.

“There you are, Sweetie, and looking good enough to eat. Master’s just finishing with Jessa, but he will be sooo~ happy to see you.”

Nina nodded and whimpered as mind-numbing pleasure shocked through her.

“Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, sis?” Trevor remarked, sitting comfortably on the couch.

The same couch where he had annihilated the snooty cheerleader skank.

The same snooty cheerleader skank who knelt naked between his spread knees, sucking beautifully on his ginormous, showstopping Bro-Cock.

Standing meekly before them, Nina watched, transfixed, as the bombshell blonde’s head bobbed and slurped, expertly sliding up and down the unmanageable length, her spine elegantly bowed, creamy cleavage wrapped around the girthy base to deliver a loving, full-body blowjob without so much as a hiccup.

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” Trevor rested his burly arms over the back of the couch and frowned. “Not even a ‘Happy Birthday’ for your favorite twin brother. That's a bit rude, don't you think?”

“S-sorry, Big Bro. Ha-happy Birthday.”

God, it was tough to speak with her mouth and pussy completely dripping from his close proximity. He wore his nudity with pride, all those hard-packed, rippling muscles out on tour—a truly titanic physique.

“Aaaw, that's nice, sweetie.” Mrs Hatcher crooned, leaning in behind Trevor and cushioning his skull with her stupendous, lingerie-clad breasts. “See, Master? She can be a good girl for you. The darling thing simply needs a little prompting. She's certainly pretty enough if none too bright.”

Nina agreed wholeheartedly, squirming with an overpowering urge to kneel and join Jessa in worshiping her Big Bro-God’s world-class manmeat.

“Maybe. She's not usually this brainless, though she's definitely hotter.” He conceded. Nina’s heart leaped with joy at the compliment. “But I remember giving her a birthday present, and she didn't get me anything in return.”

How mortifying! Nina tried to recall if she'd purchased a gift or planned something special for her uber-hunky Man, but thinking was impossible with him right there.

His geolithic ginormity was right fucking there!

Nina was a good girl, wasn't she? A super goodie-good girl who adored her awesome Big Bro-God and only wanted to make him ultra happy on his happy birthday…

“I think… I think…” her voice was high and girlish as she pensively tapped her chin. They all stared at her with expectant expressions except Jessa, who remained otherwise preoccupied. “I think, um… if it's okay, maybe… ah, maybe I can be your birthday present?”

“There you go! She got there in the end.” Mrs Hatcher beamed at Nina and caressed Trevor’s beefy shoulders. “What do you say, Master? Fancy a birthday blowie from your sexy sibling?”

“Sure, she can sample the goods.” He shrugged, eyeing her bare, glistening slit where it flashed from under the insignificant pleated skirt. “But I’ve got a taste for banging tight virgin puss now, and I know for a fact that’s what she is.”

Nina giggled in excitement and relief. She vibrated in place as her strong, generous Big Bro-God pulled the cheerleader bitch by the hair and cast her aside.

“No fair! I wasn’t done.” Jessa blurted, sprawling across the floor. “Daddy, I–”

“Enough.” Trevor commanded, causing all three women to shudder in desire. “Nina, come here. I’ve got another gift for you.”

He patted his swollen nutsack with a lopsided smirk—so handsome and kind. She skipped over and dropped to all fours like a playful puppy, tongue lolling and peachy ass waggling.

Licking her dribbling lips, Nina extended her neck and opened wide to…

“Uh uh. Not yet, sis.” Trevor held up a banana-sized finger. “First, tell me where the book is.”

Book? He wanted to talk about some stupid book when she was on the cusp of fulfilling her greatest fantasy. Nina let out a small throaty whine of dismay.

“Just kidding, I’ll find it later. Gonna have a lot of fun with those spells.” Trevor laughed, palming her skull like a baseball in his giant paw. “Good girls shouldn’t do nerdy shit like reading anyway. Happy birthday, slut.”

Then he was in Nina’s mouth, prying her jaw apart with his magnificent width and obliterating her tastebuds. Galaxies of taboo delights were birthed in her bubbling brain, Trevor’s free-flowing precum coating her tonsils and sluicing down her gullet.

Her core churned, thrumming at a critical level of arousal as he handled her like fucktoy. Ramming the rear of her throat, then forcing more of himself in. This was what she’d craved, to be taken by a real Man, ravaged like a natural disaster. To be used, abused, and broken on the anvil of his indomitable masculinity.

Nina’s cunt went thermonuclear when the first heavy ropes of bro-seed reached her tummy. A devastating detonation of white-hot ecstasy seared her soul and wiped her mind clean away.

That was for the best. Good girls didn’t need to think. Simply focus on helping their Big Bro-Master pour buckets of yum-yum cum-cum in whichever hole he desired.

Her literacy vanished along with her gag reflex while her jolly fat titties exploded from the school blouse. They swung pendulously beneath her shrinking torso, two expanding globes of milky tit-flesh with puckered rosebud nips that swept the carpet, striking erotic sparks in her rubbed-raw nerves.

“Goodness, look at her go.” Mrs Hatcher chortled. “She’ll be the perfect airhead fuckslut by the time you’re done, Master.”

“Don’t forget to regularly feed and breed me too, Daddy.” Jessa sounded worried. Served her right, the brother-thieving whore. “My boobs will swell even larger once I’m properly knocked up with your babies.”

Nina could feel her skin grow rubbery smooth, shedding all the hair below her eyebrows. Her flesh gained an elastic quality, durable and flexible, with a factory-fresh shine like pale latex. She reveled in the changes. Years of anxiety and doubt fell away to be replaced with centuries of love, devotion, and carnal craving centered around her Man.

Her peerless Big Bro-God and his magical monster cock.

“Fucking hell. Your throat is snug, sis. Ready to blow out the candles in that bratty head of yours?” Trevor growled, hammering her drooling lips like he was driving in nails. “Make a wish, whore!”

Nina didn’t need a wish. Her’s were already coming true when he unleashed a flood of **** spunk directly into her starving belly.

She jittered and jerked as though plugged into a power socket. Juices squirted, her cunt convulsing–she thrashed in his iron grip while a supernova climax unraveled Nina like a cheap wool knit sweater.

She floated, disembodied on divine astral winds. entirely empty and content in a sea of comforting nothingness. Pure. Innocent. Distant from the complexities of modern life.

A flurry of glittering flacon feathers swirled past, carrying the distant tinkle of a woman’s laughter.

Then strong hands were grabbing Nina, lifting and manipulating her into position. Something stiff and mouthwateringly thick prodded at her virgin snatch.

“Hold her upright on my lap. I want to suck on those massive funbags and power-fuck the ditzy cocksheath until her belly is ready to pop.”

That was Trevor. Her Man. Her Big Bro-God.

She loved him sooo~ fucking much.

Pain lanced Nina’s frothing nethers. A pinching, tearing agony that quickly morphed into heavenly raptures of euphoria, buffeting her dreamy psyche like ocean waves in a storm.

He was filling her completely. Crushing Nina’s insides and wearing her unprotected cunt like a disposable cocksleeve. She bounced and jostled loosely in his mighty grasp—a bimbo marionette with its strings cut.

Feminine voices cooed and chirped around her. They didn’t matter. All that was important boiled down to the baby-making mega-dick splitting Nina in half.

“Oh god… Hyaa~! Bro-God, yes! Bl-bless me with your… Aaaah! offspring and make me your… Mmmph~! fuckdoll breeding slut!”

“Geez, she’s really into this, huh? I’m kinda jealous.” Jessa complained, clutching Nina’s arm as Trevor pounded recklessly up into her. “Daddy didn’t rail me nearly that hard.”

“Count yourself lucky to get in so early, dear.” Her mother chided, holding the other arm. “Our Master will require a whole bevy of beauties to slake his lustful appetite. Otherwise, we’d be on our backs all day, feet stuck in the air.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, Mommy.”

“Say that again when your pussy is bruised black and blue from his unquenchable passions.”

Nina didn’t hear them. Her existence was condensed to a diamond-tipped focal point. Trevor’s Big Bro-Cock pulverizing her pristine quim. She could feel him pulsating inside her, already primed to deposit a hyper-virile load.

Delectable pleasure soared through her on orgasmic wings. Catastrophic climaxes daisy-chained together in a heart-racing cycle that extinguished every memory of the paltry, laughable cums she’d experienced before this triumphant moment.

“Holy shit, that’s one tight hole!” Trevor snarled, jacking her up and down his mammoth meatpole like a living, squealing fleshlight. “Never imagined sister snatch would feel this fucking great. Gonna blow soon, then do it again and again and again!”

He punctuated each word with savage thrusts, beating Nina’s virgin womb as though its empty status were a mortal insult. That wouldn’t be the case for long. Already, she could feel the ceaseless spray of his potent precum soaking into her uterine tissue, triggering the truckload release of reproductive hormones to make her more fertile, more ready to accept his manly seed.

”Hnnmmff~! Do it Bro-Daddy… I-I don’t want a life without a baby inside me–your baby!” She begged through chattering teeth. Stuttering between blinding flashes of cunt-foaming bliss. “I… Haaah! I’ll do anything you want. Be your… Oooh~ your personal cumslut. Ju-just keep breeding and f-fucking my needy sister-pussy. Oh, Bro-God!!”

“Breed her, Master.” Mrs Hatcher crooned, sparing a hand to finger herself through the sheer black lingerie. Sparkling nectar ran down her thick, MILF thighs. “She pleads so prettily, like a good girl should.”

“Please breed her, Daddy.” Jessa agreed, climbing onto the couch the grind her pornstar cheerleader figure into Trevor’s side. “Drop a baby in her tummy, then forget that airheaded floozy and breed me again! I miss the feel of your huge Daddy cock ruining my little coochie already.”

“Hold onto your tits, sis!” Trevor roared, slamming her down to his base like a meteoric impact. “Because here I cum!”

Nina’s internal muscles tensed and flexed, squeezing and milking until he blasted an epic amount of incestuous seed into her lush, limber, young body. There was another blitz of mind-melting whiteness which lasted forever but ended too soon.

When she came to, Nina was puzzled to discover she was in a strange house with her hunky, super-studly twin brother stuffing her full of scrummy cummy and two vaguely familiar fat-boobied bimbos twitching in drooling puddles on the floor.

“Thank you, Big Bro.” She giggled dazedly as he continued erupting inside her, pooching her flat belly and marking her as his property forever. “I lovey-dovey love you, Sir. Can we please go again? I don’t know if I’m pregnant yet and should probably make sure.”

Trevor’s sage-green eyes hardened with horny resolve as he resumed thrusting up into Nina, not softening or slowing for an instant. She moaned and quaked in unsuppressed delight.

The future looked bright, especially when he began nursing on her enormously swollen, ultra-sensitive udders.

A future jam-packed with Big Bro-God’s babies, brain-fizzling orgasms, and super happy fun times.

What more could a good girl sister-slut want?

THE END