The Mary-Sue of Maryland: ...And the Problem Keeps on Growing!

*BLEH!*

“That’s good, get it all out.”

Walking into this scene in the Vinogradov’s bathroom, one could be excused in imagining that the toilet had eaten poor Cameron’s head, only his neck being visible as he held his smart phone prostrated on these toilet tiles in his boxers.

Just big, white clumps were being coughed up into the porcelain bowl, his distended tummy returning to relative normalcy as he just watched his sister’s seed fill up this bowl. He rubbed some toilet paper on his tongue just to get rid of the taste. The shit was sweet like vanilla ice-cream, but that didn’t eliminate the paranoia which Nelda had put into his mind.

He had called her immediately after showering, finally getting enough of his sister’s hot gooey gunk from his ears to hear clearly once more. But after he explained to her surprisingly understanding ears, she made a simple statement which made his eyes bulge.

“And you’re okay with having swallowed?” A sound of tapping on a payphone scratched while she responded. “If she’s changing like you say she is, you could get pregnant or some shit, right?”

Thus, head in toilet, finger in throat, tossing up some of the most delicious stuff which had gone in his mouth in either direction. He turned his head to the speakerphone and gave another pant. “I-I think that’s all of it.” He looked back down into the water, swearing he saw little spermatozoa paddling along like it was a pool party.

Those dozen-plus girls were probably all pregnant with triplets now, and considering that Lily was the parent, they’d be happy to have it.

“You must be lying about the dick size.”

Cameron shook his head as if this strange woman could actually see his gestures. “No way. It seriously reminded me of like a cannon on a Spanish galleon. And the way it fired…”

Delicious. Hot. All over your face.

“Absolutely unbelievable.” He sighed, getting to his feet and grabbing a white towel from the rack behind him.

“And is it crazy to ask why you couldn’t just, I don’t know, go to another room instead of bursting in like that? It’s not like you couldn’t hear what was going on.”

“Um, I guess I wasn’t really thinking things through.” He was thinking of the post-orgasmic glow which brought him in there. He blushed and paced at remembering the affirmation he had wanted from his sister at that moment, wanting to know that he was still important to her and not a nuisance to the growing sexual black hole which was her body now. However, was there something more primal which was the real reason he went there? He bit his knuckle.

“So hey…” There was the sound of full-mouth chewing on the other side. “Don’t shoot the messenger here, but is it possible you might have some kind of attraction to your sister? You know, sexually?”

His vivid memories of his sister spraying voluminous and more voluminous jism onto his body from her double-decker meat-bus was cut short by that comment. “What? That’s crazy!”

“Now hear me out. You said you nursed your sister back when she was thin and sickly growing up. Maybe you got some ‘Nightingale effect’, where you entangled some of your emotions with your relationship.” She swallowed. “Why don’t you just march into that room and just tell you how you feel? You might surprise yourself in how she reacts. It’ll be a lot better than things are now, right?”

”Yeah, I’ll get right on that once she exhausts her 12-pack of bikini babes…” He rubbed his eyes.

“Or you know, it could just be some sexual tension you need to relieve. Maybe a good fuck is all that it’ll take?” She took another doughy bite. “Let’s just meet tomorrow and fuck. See if that helps.”

His eyebrows bounced from his face. “What?!” He gulped. “I-I mean if you’re serious then yeah so-”

“But you should know, I don’t bottom.”

”Uh..” He shrugged. “That’s alright, I can get on top and-”

”I mean I don’t get anything stuck into me, alright?” The tone was dead serious. “I just like getting kissed all over my body, rubbing my crotch all over you…”

”That doesn’t sound so ba-”

”Then I get my strap-on out. His name is Chappy and he’s big as he is pink!” There was the sound of loud crackling on the other side.

“Oh…” There was some fear in his mind, but he wasn’t exactly rejecting it right away. “Well-”

”Oh shit.” She yelled off the receiver to another person. “Sorry, our dumpster diving kind of became a little fun game of arson, but as usual, little Monica here took things too far.” She yelled out again. “Do not mix shrooms and Molotov cocktails, let me tell you. Alright, peace.”

He didn’t even get time to say goodbye as he was left hanging with a raised eyebrow. Taking a deep breath, he looked into the mirror and collected himself before diving back into the world of insanity. Surely the second he opened that door, he’d be bombarded yet again with some of the lewdest sounds around.

Yet, he opened that bathroom door to the hallway and it was rather quiet, silent even. Sneaking down the hallway to his room, he still heard relatively little noise. He closed the door to his bedroom and sighed, almost in shock. Had Lily truly slowed down? Had she even gotten tired after so many climaxes that she passed out? Such options were beyond the most logical option, but this was Lily he was talking about.

Not to look a gift horse in the mouth though, Cameron nearly immediately hunkered down with his books and started to flip through the pages. Reading about powerful women of mythology probably wasn’t the best way to get his mind off Lily, but he did find the whole topic fascinating. Something about women being able to bend reality with a flick of her wrist turned him on honestly, but this was all related to the fact of how hot things in the bedroom could become.

It was especially interesting at the part about Abrahamic religions. Cameron, like all good boys growing up in Maryland, had been properly taught about the absolute confusing map which was monotheism within Christianity, but he was shocked to find out that it wasn’t so clear cut in its mythology as he thought.

The Virgin Mary, for example, is well-known to be worshipped the world over. However, what her status as an icon was hotly debated for generations, Mariological debates which continue to this day. While most churches eventually accepted the canonical idea of the Virgin Mary, the chaste woman who was way more moral than any woman had the right to be, many churches in the East advocated for a different version a ‘Mother of God’ definition.

It was an interesting logical argument that the one who gave birth to ‘God’, without sex no less, would therefore blessed with much more than your average woman. Her stunning beauty endured far after her own son’s ****, and she didn’t so much die as merely ‘sleep’, laying low to the claimers of this sect of religion until she would wake again.

This sect of Christianity was slaughtered in the Crusades, since it was closer than Arabia and a sect of the church dominated by women was disturbing, but rumors of its survival remained. In fact, many places blessed by Mary can be found in Northern Ukraine and Southern Belarus today.

Cameron rubbed his chin, knowing full well that this was his ancestral homeland so to speak. He was about to turn the page, when his door was ripped open and closed, a familiar pretty face waving back.

His brow furrowed. “Oh Summer.” He closed his book and sat up straight, barely phased by her nudity as arousing as it was. “Don’t you know how to knock?”

“Please.” She gave a simmering smile, stretching her arms up. “If you wanted to keep this fine ass out of here, you would have locked the door.” She licked her her full brown lips. “Maybe I’m just here for round two?”

”I’m not falling for that.” His arms crossed. “You sucked my dick to distract me while a bus-load of babes came by the door. That wasn’t very nice.”

”Oh poor baby-boo.” She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes. “You got to nut in a hot cam-model’s mouth while your sister actually had some fun.” She rolled her eyes, “that girl’s a fast learner, but she’s still rather repressed for her age and body.” She swung two steps over and stuck her chest out into his face. “I heard you had a lot to do with that.”

”You don’t know what you’re doing.” Cameron growled, incredibly frustrated by this woman’s words but even more by how much he desired to dive his head in her tits once more. He wanted to taste every little inch of her candy titties and it was making his legs shakes. “She changes every time-”

”Yeah.” Summer smiled and put a finger up. “I’m not blind, boy. I measured her before and after and that cum-cannon grew two inches between our marathon sex session. Tongue became like a serpent too!” She clasped her hands together, taking a deep breath as she bit her fingers. “Isn’t it magnificent?”

”Mag-” He choked on his syllables. “How is anything you saw in there normal or good!? She’s my sister for God’s sake and now she looks like…”

A goddess of virility? The peak of human evolution? The second coming? Your masturbation fantasy until you die?

“Oh c’mon baby boy.” She gave a little pat to his hair and giggle. “Of course it’s not ‘normal’ but why question something so positively delicious.” She shuddered, rubbing a hand down her chest and toned tummy. “If you think she’s hot now, wait until I have her for a week. She’s going to be…” Her thighs clenched, the aroma of juicy arousal spritzing with a burst. “Indescribable.”

”Week with you!?” He was already getting tingly goosebumps across the skin, just the manipulative way this woman acted made him shiver. He wanted some distance between her and him right away.

“Oh, right.” Summer tapped her chin. “I should explain. I sent all the other basic bitches home. I’m going to be your sister’s number one fan from now on, teaching her all she needs to know for her to properly ascend into goddesshood.” Her fingers rubbed her cheeks, eyes closed. “I’m going to be by her side as she-”

“Shut up!” Cameron stood up with a red face, but it became a shy blush once he realized his nude chest was properly pressed into hers. “My-My parents won’t let her date anyone in a million years while she lives here. And I think-”

”Why do you think I’m here, dumbo?” She tittered and tapped his nose. “You’re cute when your mad.” She took a step back and cupped her breasts, making a most arousing line of brown cleavage with the sexiest of bras, the hand-bra. “What if you could have access to this body whenever you wanted? We could go on walks in the park, go to fancy restaurants, and even show me off with friends.”

“What are you getting at?” He crossed his arms and blew some frustrated air from his lips.

“You’re going to tell your sweet and dumb Christian parents that we’re dating, thus giving me an excuse to come over all the time and… Well..” She cracked a grin. “Cum all over your sister’s growing bod.”

“So a fake relationship so you and Lily can bounce next door, ensuring that I don’t get any sleep for the next…” He furrowed his brow. “Well, not that I got much sleep before but I’m going to have to make a hard pass on your ‘kind’ offer.”

”Oh but I’m not finished, Cammy.” She leaned in, whispering deep baritones into his ear. “I’ll also make sure you can watch. Think about it, little bro, you’d never have to go online again. You’d just walk next door, drop your pants, and be utterly consumed by the sexual hurricane which is your sister.” She tapped his earlobe with her tongue. “And because I know you’d totally be into it, you can lick out what your sister pumped into and on me until your tongues sore. All that tasty girl-seed can be yours to gobble up and chug down. All that yummy warm cock milk dripping down your throat, hmm? You like that idea?” She leaned back. “And all you have to do is tell everyone we’re dating, kay?”

Cameron’s face was an inferno, even his ears were blazing as his tenting shorts were a mystery to no one. “Well, I…” He couldn’t form a sentence, feeling he was leaping from platform to platform and barely getting by. “I mean I couldn’t… What?”

“You heard me, boyfriend.” She winked and grabbed his hand before a dominant figure ducked under his doorway.

It seemed too implausible to believe even with what Cameron already knew, but Lily had somehow grown more impressive since the last time he’d seen her. The most immediate change were those dense legs of hers, so femininely thick and yet they had gained bounds of inches from Cameron’s perspective, the teen now able to easily place her breasts on the head of even the tallest adult. And those breasts had grown rounder as well, not only larger than basketballs, but most likely able to hide one between their soft and fleshy mass. This breathtaking pair were cradled between two strong looking arms of a fitness model, not so bulky to distract, but unable to hide their sleek strength even unflexed. Since these spectacular tits were now stretching out her ‘loose’ white top like it was rubber band, this left her smooth tanned tummy completely exposed, mild abdominal muscles a brick wall of definition which surely would count up to eight if her breasts didn’t obscure the top half of her impressive body.

Her smile was beaming, almost bright enough for Cameron not to be utterly hypnotized by the nipples nearly popping through her stretched-shear top, each sensitive tip nearly the size of his tiny clenched fist. “Did I just hear the word ‘boyfriend’?” She leaned over with her hands on her knees, blonde hair cascading down with incredible volume to the floor. “Are you two hitting it off?”

”Oh for sure!” Summer clapped her hands and swung her arm around his waist before squeezing his tight butt to make him yelp. “We’ve decided to start going out, because he’s such a little cutie.” She started to positively mash her hands against his butt, winking the entire time. “Isn’t that right, Cammy-bear?”

He took a deep breath, wincing slightly at how much Summer was (wo)manhandling him. “Actually Summer, I have to say-”

”Cammy-bear?” She squealed with her hands pressed together, melons of such mass inching lower in her top, big booty wiggling in jean-shorts. “That’s so cute! You’d make such an adorable couple!” She locked eyes on him and bit her lip. “Let me just say, Cammy, that I know first hand how well Summer can take care of someone, so you’re a lucky guy!”

“All that tasty girl-seed can be yours to gobble and chug down.”

His eye twitched, images and thoughts overwhelming his thoughts as his sister stood up to full height.

“I mean look!” She pointed to the jean shorts hugging her crotch, her obscene bulge only normal if what was below was the aroused erection on a porn-star. “She finally got me soft! I can finally wear pants normally again. Cool huh?” She gripped her crotch, but then gave a moan. “Oooooo… C-Can’t do that or else we’ll have to call the girls over again, huh Summer?”

“Hello?” There was a call from downstairs before anyone could raise the sexual tension anymore, their parents giving a unified call up the stairs. “We’re home!”

“Well.” Summer put on her best angelic smile and pushed past the Vinogradov siblings. “I’m going to put my best foot forward with your parents and introduce my charming self.” She stopped mid-step before turning around, gripping Cameron on the shoulders and shoving her thick tongue deep down his moist throat. She basted every corner with her spit and Cameron felt his knees buckle. It was a passionate kiss, sure, but her spit was marinated in his sister’s cum, and he immediately knew that she understood this as well by the look in her eyes as she said goodbye.

He massaged his eyes with his palms, sitting down as his sister continued to beam. “Great kisser, right? Summer has been showing me so much cool stuff and I can’t wait to learn more!” She giggled before turning around, her ass and hips of such enormity that she unknowingly knocked down his full wardrobe, the entirety crashing to the floor.

“Oh god…” Cameron turned to his side, and yelled into his pillow, wanting this day to just end.