The Mary-Sue of Maryland: ♫Cum Fly with Me, Let's Fly, Let's Fly Away!♪

~I’m Sorry - I Fucked Up !

Big bold print with a sad-face exclamation point was on the back of the picture which Cameron found in the briefcase he was given.

“No shit…” He dully muttered as he flipped the photo over and over in his fingers, his hair fluttering due to the open passenger window, barely noting how much Nelda was speeding down the highway with his car

His sister Lily must have known that this would pack quite the punch, it was a family favourite photo in the household. The image naturally was of him and her together, one of the first days after the green rock worked its magic to make her feel better. He was holding her up as she rode the bicycle for the first time. A teen, but she had never had the opportunity before with her frail body. How she flew down the street that day, laughing, smiling, making him feel like such a good older broth.

In simpler times, they really could look so cheery together, smile so bright to the camera.

This image felt like two thousand years ago now though, back when she was cute, back when she was innocent, back when his feelings for her made sense. Cameron was honestly a little frustrated on why she had chosen to give him this just before he left. Was it to rub it in his face more that things were different now? Was this some kind of indirect apology? Was this just yet another mind game?

He never asked for all these complications. All he was trying to do was help out his sis, but then she went whole damn ‘New World Order’ on him in a snap. He hadn’t thought things had gotten this bad, but this was a wake up call about how serious Lily’s condition really was. He really had to stop considering that this was something which was going to pass on its own, and start contending with the fact that he might be the only thing between her and complete control of the whole universe. At least now though his Id wasn’t constantly telling him to submit to that impressively hard, virile and hot dick his sister had.

His own confused, twisted thoughts were doing that just fine on their own.

“Hey,” Nelda looked over from the driver’s seat, still having that excited grin from meeting and almost being smited by his apparent goddess of a sister, “you doing okay?”

“Yeah…” He let out a sigh, body slumping even more in his chair as they turned off the highway for the tiny local airport which would fly them to one of the bigger ones in the Baltimore/Washington area. “It’s just really heavy to think about. I mean, my sister’s is… well, indescribable, but what she just did to me was so cruel and manipulative and…” He sighed again, running his hand through his thick hair. “Yeah. Sibling relationships can always be complicated, but this one takes the cake, and I don’t know how to feel or even forgive.”

“Cool.” She bluntly said as she bent over to pull something out of her shorts’ pocket. It was a mirror shard, of all the many things no doubt jangling inside, and she placed the thing on his lap. “But I was talking more about your physical changes…” She petted his cheek and smirked. “I think it’s stupid sexy, but are you sure you feel fine?”

“What?” He remembered what she had told him back when they were laying on her mattress, but he’d had completely put that to the back of his mind when his sister was swimming in his thoughts. Gazing upon his reflection, he was honestly questioning if he was seeing a guy staring back.

The most striking thing were his eyes. They were much bigger than the unremarkable amber slits he had before, such beautiful, expressive emerald optics which positively fluttered eyelashes now every time he blinked. It was almost like he was trying to look cute at every opportunity, at every angle, and when he opened his eyes wider, he nearly shivered in the adorableness he could now emote.

Puppies had nothing on him.

Using those wider eyes to look down, he turned his head left and right with his lips puckered. They were plumper, and sexually so, without a drop of gloss yet they were pinker and seemingly perma-moist. Curious, he brought the mere tip of his finger to his new set of puckers and shivered instantly. They were sensitive, entire surface feeling kind of like a rogue tug on a turgid nipple, but this was the constant sensation when he merely rubbed his moist lips together. Pervertedly, he put his two fingers together and started to suck them. They moved in so easily, almost lubed to excess, and before long his hand were a blur as he finger-blasted his face, lost in pleasure.

“Damn.” There was a furious storm of honking to their left as Nelda slowly drifted into the right lane without signalling. “Can you not do that while I’m driving? You’re like, turning into my dream fuck slowly, and I’m supposed to focus on some stupid rules of the road.”

”S-Sorry.” His face blushed as he quickly dropped the fingers from his mouth to his lap, his fingers positively dripping from the experience, a little drool spittle dripping down his chin under the evening sun. Damn, his sister had fucked with his brain and now her sperm was fucking with his body. But why wasn’t he more angry? Did she change that too, or was it something else coming from deep within his repressed desires? His lips burned sudden burden of being empty and his legs squirmed.

“Wow, you’re really ready to burst!” She had pulled up at the airport drop off and parked his car firmly upon the curb. She turned to him in her seat, and with a snap of her arm, her hand was gripping at his hard-on between his legs. Firmly. “Do you want some relief before we board?”

Desperately. But considering how other people were already giving his car raised-eyebrow looks, he shook his head. “Uh.. T-Thanks but I think I’ll wait for the mile-high club…” He looked down at the outline of his cock in his shorts and he couldn’t help but give a little gawk. Maybe his bod was becoming a little more ‘femmy’, bigger butt here, nipples tingling there, thicker luscious-er locks everywhere, but his dick certainly wasn’t. She was gripping some serious shorts-sausage which was at least 10 inches if not more. He was kind of shocked that it was him, until she gave another squeeze which made his bright eyes roll back and shudder.

“Mile-high club? Puh-lease, how yesterday.” She jumped out, flipping off the uniformed guy who was telling she couldn’t park there. “Mile-high orgy though? Now that’s a club I can imagine getting behind!” She popped the trunk, revealing the purple gym bag she had brought as luggage.

And it was vibrating with a low hum.

Cameron had just got his increasingly cute butt out of the car, when quite the well-dressed valet, with top hat, black tie and everything, ran forward waving a sign. “Excuse me. Would you happen to be the Vinogradov party?” His tone was so spiffy and posh that he was sure that this guy was putting on a show, but then again, dressed like that, maybe he was paid for such foofy language.

Immediately, Cameron turned to Nelda with a tilted head, but she shook her head with a shrug. “Yeah,” he responded back, “and?”

”Sir.” His tophat came off in a bow, a surprising bald spot revealing itself. “We are ‘Black-Wing’ Incorporated, a service which provides immediate evacuation by private jet for some… *ahem* higher-end clients. We have been hired to take you to where ever you wish to go.”

“Ugh…” Nelda rolled her eyes, arms crossed. “Of course the rich have a sleezy escape service for when us proles go French Revolution on their ass.”

”I’m surprised someone actually showed up once money was given…” He shrugged at the valet. Obviously this was something set up by his sister, but it was still the best bet they had. “Alright, so when do we leave?”

”Now.” He said with a snap, looking around. “If I see no baggage, we’ll run you through private security and be off before the hour is up! We’re at your disposal, but we imagine if our services were employed that you wish to hurry?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged again, realizing only now that he was about to fly on a plane for the first time, without any luggage no less. “You ready Nelda?”

“Um…” She patted her shorts’ pockets. “Well, if we’re going to through security… I think I may need to find a trash bin first. I’ve got a lot of contraband in my pockets that I probs should throw out.” She slunked over to the nearest garbage and started naming what she was tossing out. “Water bottle, extra-large pepper spray, bleach, torch lighter, flare-”

“Then I’ll just park my car and-”

“No need, Mr. Vinogradov!” His hat tipped again, the man having clearly no fear of showing off that bald spot loud and proud. “I’ll take that free of charge, and let Miss Majory take care of the rest of your needs.”

“-my foldable pool-cue, pocket knife, snow globe-”

“Bonjour, Monsieur Vinogradov.” A French model was in a white and blue flight stewardess uniform for some reason, actually bowing for his cute low-class ass. Tall, sharp blonde bob and positively stacked (by non-Lily standards obviously), he was hypnotised at just how perfectly her top button was popped off to reveal nearly her whole bust when she gave her bow. “Please follow me and we’ll make sure you’re sitting on that airplane very comfortably.”

“S-Sure.” He watched as this rather gorgeous woman put her soft hand to his softer hand and pulled him along, her pink lips letting out a giggle as they went through the entrance of the humble airport. “You coming Nelda?”

”Yeah one second…” She starting fishing in the other pocket now. “Absinthe, sniper rifle ammo, hatchet, hand gren-”

“Your champagne sir.”

“T-Thanks, Miss Yao.” Cameron certainly wasn’t used to getting serviced like this hand and foot, especially not by someone who may be the cutest Chinese girl outside of the middle kingdom. She had the same flirtatiously-buttoned white shirt and tiny blue skirt, and she was not afraid to show off those legs which were epic weapons of distraction. Plus, the adorable dyed-red pixie cut she had under her little stewardess hat just framed her wide-eyed beauty, her stare making him blush. He finally actually took the tall glass after staring forward into her very much exposed tight midsection for an indecent amount of time.

“Sir, please.” She leaned over in the private jet’s lounge chair, hands on either side of him as she got her face close to his. “Call me Mingmei.” She leaned in even closer to his ear, whispering over the dull buzz of the jet-engines. “And call me often. I get bored in the back.”

He gulped as she stood up straight, flashing him a wink as he watched that micro-skirt sashay to a Majory waiting in the back. The curtain closed between the mini-kitchen in the back and the main cabin, but their voices could be heard with ease, their accents a dead give away who was who.

“He’z adorable, non?”

“I know! Unlike our usual clientèle, I wouldn’t actually mind if he tried squeezing my butt.”

“I might triez squeezing hiz!”

“Did you see that bulge? I’m totally going to try to sneak a peak of that big bad thing if-”

*FLLUUSSSHHH*

The flushing toilet interrupted the very pertinent eavesdropping, Nelda eventually stepping out of the washroom with a stretch of her arms. “Praise be to Goddess Lily for such enormous aeroplane toilets! I was actually able to do a bit of my yoga while inside it was so large and luxurious! Did you see the jacuzzi?”

The cabin was indeed enormous, probably not even the POTUS able to ride in such style as they were now. Still though, Cameron gave a little frown to her. “Doesn’t it concern you that we had this all arranged?” He looked to the bubbles in his glass, swirling the contents a bit and still feeling a bit blushed. Maybe he should stop taking their offers of free champagne, this was his fifth. “I mean, I’m driving myself crazy over whether this was a good idea or not.”

”Mmmhmm.” Nelda was maybe using 10% of her ears as she fished in the gym bag she brought aboard and fished out a candy. A lolly actually. A big, black penis lolly which she immediately started fapping against her tongue. “Yup.” She started throbbing it deep down her throat as she pretended to listen.

He swivelled his chair to look out the oval window, the golden yellow of the sun setting behind the clouds. “I mean, I don’t even know how she did all this. Did she cause a mistake on their system through hacking? Does she have the money to actually hire this service so instantly? Or maybe she just fucked the CEO’s wife or something and she actually owns the company now. I’m going insane trying to figure this out.” He took another sip and a little coo escaped his mouth. The little bubbles felt amazing on his new bee-stung lips, like a little massage.

Shit, was he drinking these only because it was so pleasurable? God, no wonder he was straight up tenting in his shorts and the stewardesses were gobbling him with their eyes. Even with this knowledge though, he just couldn’t stop licking his lips.

“Wow.” Nelda’s response was monotone, pocketing the lolly into her red gym shorts before dropping them to the floor. She hummed as she looked through her bag. “Sure sounds like a lot of thinking about… that thing which is coming out of your mouth.” She pulled out her favourite toy, a pink strap-on named Chappy, and started pulling the phallus of monstrous proportions up by putting her thighs through the straps. “Yup.” She reached in the bag again, opening a new tube of lube and smashing her fist to create a torrent of cherry-flavoured goop upon Chappy.

There was an instant temptation to drop his shorts, spin around, and pop out his perfectly bubbly and feminine butt for Nelda, but he managed to barely resist, swivelling his chair further away. “But don’t you think… she’s dangerous?” He gulped more warming bubbles down. “What she’s done is surely unhuman and-”

”Honestly?” Another overly generous splurt of lube on her hand, and Nelda was fucking a tight ring she made with her fingers. “I would have done the same. Super powers, super dick, super brain, why not change the world?” She stretched her arms up. “Considering that she’s a teenaged girl with ultimate power, I’m surprised how restrained she is. Have you even bothered looking at things from her perspective?”

It was a damn good question, but when Cameron turned to look at her, he kind of forgot about it. “You want to fuck, don’t you…” Cameron finished of the glass, eyes in a little drunken roll as he enjoyed the sight of Nelda taking her shirt off, exposing a perky bra-less pair of oranges.

She slowly rubbed from the base to the bulbous tip of silicone, licking her lips. “Oh, I was just doing some polishing, but I suppose if you want in on some, I could spare an inch or two.” She pulled it all the way to her stomach, the massive thing actually tickling the underside of her breasts before she let if flop down, a very audible wobble coming from it.

As he took off his shirt and fumbled his buzzed hands at his pants, he smirked, realizing that it wasn’t just his body which had evolved. Literally only yesterday, he was so concerned about his masculinity, about how he used his manhood in the bedroom, that it was driving him crazy when he was in the presence of his sister. Now though, as Nelda roughly gripped his hips, letting that slick and stiff fuck-stick rub up his soft firm tummy, he accepted it. She gripped his ass, rubbing both bubbly cheeks like clapping rocks to start a fire, and he moaned.

He was a bottom and there was nothing wrong with that.

With a firm push of her shoulders, and his shaking knees were pressed to the plush beige carpeting. Her hand came to the underside of his rounded chin and his achingly needy mouth popped open like the lubed cock-hole it was. It was pure bliss, body shaking in anticipation. Their eyes locked, Nelda’s pair perhaps not as striking as those now in the Vinogradov family, but the hunger he saw caused his cock to twitch hot pearl beads to the floor.

*SHLUUURRRP*

Despite the concept of taking Chappy in the mouth being about as herculean task as swallowing a two-by-four, he did it with ease and did so eagerly. Such pleasure, such overwhelming satisfaction, there was no proper explanation. He could find no words as she slowly made her way to the back of his mouth and actually started to bend down his throat, such sensitivity usually only found in a post-climatic cock head, but this was different. It almost felt as if his mouth was a penis head, but being stretched. Not painfully of course, but gently, as if to probe purely for pleasure. His eyes closed as he let out a guttural moan, senses consumed by shivering and the musk of raspberry blasting up his nose.

Before long, he felt the tip of his nose press against the little, dyed-purple, landing strip above the base of Chappy. He could smell her excited sex, like a plump salted fruit, and hear the mechanism of how the toy pleasured her. A vibrator shivering right on her clit, and a fat bulb rotating inside her. This was as pleasurable for her as it was for him. She gripped the top of his head, the volume of hair more than sufficient to grab a handful and started jamming his lips again and again against the base, making her grunt. He couldn’t believe he already had all of her fat silicone phallus inside him. So hot. His cock twitched like mad, but he dare not touch it as he knew he’d blast the second his fingers got around it. And if he came…

His eyebrows furrowed as his face was fuckblasted with spectacular pleasure. Actually, what would happen if he came now? He couldn’t remembered the last time he hadn’t been so fantastically aroused and could actually concentrate on non-sexual things. That probably meant he was just permanently aroused with no end now. Could he actually sever his link to his libido? So experimenting, he rubbed his dick for a couple of seconds.

Climax.

He grunted all around Nelda’s moist silicock, finding his hands instantly drenched as his cock splurted out cum at the intensity of a water park. He couldn’t see it, but surely he had completely covered her feet in a warm cum-blanket, along with the couple inches of carpeting between them. It was so much, his dick and own thighs so soaked in his jism, like a water balloon had been thrown upon them. Yet, he desired to keep pumping, through the crazy sensitivity.

Cum.

Yet another splattering came upon his palm and he shuddered. Multiple orgasms. He couldn’t believe it, but that already intense first blast was heightened by his extra cum. His legs were numb, booty tensed, and throat constricting around her pink monster, but he continued to pump.

Orgasm.

His teeth bit down a bit, seeing the advantage of her strap-on suddenly. It became clear to him that they could be as rough as they wanted with each other, her dick artificial, and his holes wonderfully stretchy. He couldn’t wait until she plowed his ass, made him scream her name, spank that delicious butt he now had.

Jizz

He felt his eyelids get a bit heavy, lips gurgling around her pink cock as the corners of his stretched lips smiled. Finally, he was forgetting about his sister, and could just focus on his pleasure.

Jouissance.

Yeah, just keep fucking his mouth, it was doing the job perfectly. The whole world around him was melting, and he could hardly remember why he was even here. All he could hear was the dull rumble of the engines, and the sound of a little French as Majory was surely watching.

Le Petite Mort.

He could handle this. Being weird-but-sexy Nelda’s fuck boy for the rest of his life sounded like the peak of human existence right now. He was a sub, so why resist it? They were having fun and the pleasure was insane. Believe it or not, he couldn’t even remember his sister’s name at the moment.

It’s Lily.

Right. And he could still hear her voice in his head, a little nagging memory.

No, this is literally Lily and I’m setting up some weird psychic connection with you. I don’t really understand it myself but… I want to talk.