The Mary-Sue of Maryland: B.O.C. (Breakfast of Cocksuckers)

Cameron loved himself a big, American-style breakfast.

The stack of pancakes dripping profusely with syrup crowned with a cube of butter. The grease-drenched bacon which sizzled crackles and conjured smells orgasmic for the senses. Eggs of all styles, whether the cheesy scrambled eggs, expertly done sunny-side up or the meticulous omelette, started the day off right. Even the fruits, so dull for most snacks, was explosively tropical with slices of magical mango, playful papaya and heavenly honey-dew.

It was such an amazing experience that most of the time he had to go back to bed after such a feeding, but it was all worth it for the sweet feeling of absolute sated fullness.

That’s why there was so much joy immediately sprung to his face when he saw the breakfast tray filled to the brim with morning delights right by his bedside, seeming like the breakfast fairy herself sprung it beside him. Warm feelings of breakfasts from his childhood tingled over his body, his eyes amazed as he saw all his favourites, stacked so aesthetically pleasing.

He sniffed as he sat up, not even remembering what he was dreaming as he smelt the mouth-watering maple syrup tickle his nostrils. Of course, that wasn’t the sweetest sight in the bedroom.

Standing in the corner by the door, Lily sweetly waited with her hands behind her back, the spatula hardly noticeable from behind her wide bum. She looked like quite the busy cook from where he sat, her blonde hair pulled back into a clean pony-tail, which was actually visible from between her legs it dipped so low, an orange apron which certainly didn’t cover much beside the tips of her nipples and crotch thanks to her size. But in a shocking bit of professionalism, she was actually wearing some boxers which supported her monster junk, presumably so she wouldn’t add any more batter to the pancakes.

She beamed as she saw her brother’s first authentic smile in a while. “Morning bro! Happy Monday!”

He gave her another look up and down, and smiled brighter. “You did all this? All this for me?”

”Of course!” She winked and made a circle with her finger and thumb. “I took what you said last night to heart. I really am good at everything I do, so why not use that for our advantage?” She swung forward those hips, bent over and patted his head. “So I got up early and did a little studying and practise, and boom. Breakfast.” Her beaming smile almost became blinding with how white her teeth were. “I know that you miss the big breakfasts we used to have as a family when we were younger so I thought you’d like it! Plus, I can cook like a pro now, so just ask and I’ll make it!”

He was hit by warm nostalgia, remembering how their hungover mother would cook up massive breakfasts for them before they reformed and ‘turned healthy’. However, those sweet memories in his mind was replaced by sweeter mammaries as he was hypnotised by the swinging knockers by his face. Easily over a foot of cleavage parting these two magnificent breasts, he imagined diving his head beneath like one of those ocean trenches, not caring if he got lost.

And what if you sucked those fat nipples?

“Uh..” He shook his head of such unfortunately regular lewd thoughts. “T-Thanks for that, Lily. I love it. But I-”

”Ah!” She held up a finger. “I was also having fun with how I can change my body too. For example…” She trailed off to undo the strap behind her neck, gleaming the entire time. They dropped, much to the suffering of poor Cameron’s heart, revealing those marvellous breasts which sent his morning wood into a frenzy. He crossed his legs as she picked up a glass, his eyes bulging as she held it up as if her teat was a bar tap. Then his mouth dropped as she didn’t even squeeze her breast but merely flexed to make that nipple squeeze out something white and frothy, then handed it to him.

Yesssssss. She’s become a damn sexual ideal! Submit to her! Love her! Fuck her milk-shooting tits!

He looked deep down into the bubbly liquid, finding this Freudian arousal terrifying but all-encompassing. Keeping his Id from shooting forth a question, or something else firing off in his shorts, he gulped. “W-What is it?”

”Milk!” Her smile faded a bit. “I wanted it to be something cool, like, mimosa or something. But I can only make my milk-glans make milk as for now.” She did her apron back up and winked. “Though I can make it different flavours and a bit chilled, which is cool!”

Coffee flavoured? He couldn’t tell right away from his first sip, but it was thick and he had a hell of a milk moustache after his first greedy gulp of the cool cup. “T-Thanks.” It was strange, but the gesture was sweet.

Tell her to bend those cow udders over and suck from the source. You’ll be her baby brother any day as long as she milks your cock ever so often.

“No problem!” She cupped her hands to her face and gave a giggly coo as she saw her brother’s continued smile. “Now, eat up!” She placed the tray right on his lap and tapped the surface with her long, white and unbreakable nail. “We’ve got a busy day!”

”We do?” She was right of course, but he only knew about his plans to find out more about that moss-rock in his mother’s bedroom, and he certainly had no intention of letting her help. She might stop him after all, seeing all the cool stuff it was allowing her to do.

”Yes.” She picked up a fork and knife, cut off a big piece of pancake and stuck the cutlery in his hands. “Like I said, we’re going to improve both our lives with these abilities, and I’ve got a plan for you.”

Sex ****. Sex ****. Sex ****. Sex ****. Sex ****. Sex ****. Sex ****. Sex ****. Sex-

“L-Like what?” He said with a bunch of pancake pieces flying from his mouth, lips smeared in syrup as he took another oversized bite.

“Oh you know…” She crawled onto the bed and knelt behind him, hands going on his shoulders and massaging his shoulders. “I was thinking about what you needed, Cameron. What a good sister would do for her perfect brother.”

His shoulders felt like clouds all of a sudden, her fingers dancing on his built-up knots, undoing stress which probably started when he was in grade-school. All this relaxation though was just causing more blood to pump between his legs, making it all the harder to enjoy his food when his pecker was bumping into the tray, threatening to flip it over. “O-Oh?”

Dude, she’s going to ask for you to submit and you have to say yes! It’s your destiny!

“Yes. You do need a girlfriend after all.” He nearly spat out some bacon before she continued. “I’ve gotten you a date for tonight. She’s a friend of one of the models I had over yesterday. You apparently have similar interests, and I hadn’t had sex with her so there’s less pressure to perform.” She giggled a bit. “I can imagine there’s a bit of nerves after climbing Mount Lily after all!”

”O-Oh… Thanks.” He swallowed with furrowed brows. He was pleased by that response, but it was the maturity of her words which surprised him. He woke up yesterday to find her asking questions about her new found penis because undoubtedly she’d never seen one before, and now she was already acknowledging the sexual prowess she contained. This wasn’t even mentioning the fact that she was trying to repair her older brother’s life.

“But don’t think you don’t have to change either.” She pushed her breasts into the back of his head as she tickled his chin. “We’re going to use my eye for fashion, the sense I’ll develop really quickly once I pick up a magazine on men’s fashion, to get you a new wardrobe and haircut. We’ll get you on a new workout plan too, but I’ll have patience with that.” She laughed. “Not like everyone can get six-second-abs like me!” She leaned over and flexed her biceps by his munching face, giving a chuckle as her brother’s eyes bulged anew from the bombastic poundage she now could hide in each arm.

“O-Okay…” His mouth sputtered as he swallowed another mouthful, docile. She was changing him, sure, but this was exactly what he should be doing with her powers. Instead of fretting about what she was doing to him, he should be concentrating on what she could do for him. “Anything else?”

“Yup.” She snapped her fingers. “I did a little looking online, and most twenty-year-olds have jobs, even if they live with their parents rent-free.”

He blushed feeling immature around his sister. “I-I’m going to college and I’m-”

”You take one class, Cameron.” She tutted before pinching his cheek. “But it’s okay. I found you an interview to go to this afternoon. It’s a paid internship at a new online advertisement company. It’s not glamorous work, but it pays well and has flex-time.” She grabbed the fork from his hand and guided it to his mouth. “And if you don’t like it? I’ll just find you a new one.” She gave a little hushed whisper. “Honestly, you’d be surprised how many doors open if you just show a little cleavage in your profile pic. It’s perverted but who’s laughing when you get an offer for an interview?”

Tell her you just want to do some bone-work.

“This is all amazing, Lily.” He nodded back and took a big satisfied sigh as she went back to massaging. “You’re a really good sister for doing all that for me.”

”Again, my absolute pleasure, bro.” Her dancing fingers on his spine danced a little more frantically as she continued. “It’s a lot and really great of me, so I was hoping I could ask a tiny, little, insignificant favour from you.” Her fingers went to pinch his skin, making him wince.

“Yeah, sure?” Was she getting nervous or was that just his imagination?

“Well.” She moved from massaging his back to sitting beside him, arm around his shoulder. “I got all these ideas from a dream last night. How I needed to be a better sister to you and all. But there was also this other thing in my, like, dream that, I don’t know, I thought we could do…” Her skin started to blush as she rubbed the back of her head. “I mean, if you’re cool with it, right?”

”Um what is it?” His chewing of bacon slowed as his ears perked for the favour.

“Well, so I was thinking, and this is just my thinking right?” She did exact hand-gestures. “I was wondering… If it was possible… just maybe… Um… If you would…. sometimes… whenever most comfortable…” She took a deep breath and spoke each syllable slower than the last. “Suck… my… dick?”

His mouth dropped, a little fleck of pork flipping from his mouth as his mind raced to confirm what he just heard.

Yes! OH GOD YES! YOU’VE HIT THE JACKPOT!

“Uhh….” He let his open gob give a long dumb gurgle as his mind danced around the concept. Did she really just ask him that? Had she done all this to get her dick sucked? Was this all transactional? It suddenly made this breakfast much less palatable despite the images flashing in his brain **** on sis-dick. “What?”

She sighed and tilted her head, still smiling. “I know. I know. You’re probably thinking, ‘hey, why does someone who can get anyone at their beck and call to suck her dick asking her bro’ and I get that. But, this dream was really great with you suckling on my dick.” She sighed as she pinched the nipples leaving a wet spot on her light apron. “And honestly I can’t get the image out of my mind, so I just decided to ask.” She patted his back. “So what do you say, bro? I’ll literally do anything you want, you just have to suck my dick a little…” She gave her teat another squeeze. “Well, you know, a few times, but we’ll make a schedule which works for you.”

His eye twitched numerous times as she pointed at her crotch and bounced her slim eyebrows. His mind was screaming to dive to his knees and lap her up in all ways possible, but his spirit felt different. Putting aside the fact that there was a certain i-word for what she was suggesting, he felt a bit dirty by the request. Exchanging sex for favours was… well not what he saw himself doing at twenty and especially not for his sister. He sighed and shook his head, trying to ensure that he turned her down carefully. “Look, Lily. I like you and I think you’re great.”

Her head tilted and nodded with a smile. “Mmmhhm?”

“But… Well, to say I’m a bit uncomfortable would be an understatement.” He rubbed the back of his neck, only too aware of her arm around him. “I mean, I’m your brother, you know?”

She laughed. “Oh c’mon! Don’t make it weird, bro. I’m just asking you to this little thing.”

There was nothing little in reference to the tank barrel she had swinging between her powerful thighs. “Look, maybe we can talk about it later.” He sighed to the side, not exactly wanting to kick the can down the road, but he was talking about a dick that could dislocate jaws after all. “It’s not like it needs to be sucked right now so-”

”Actually?” She tightened her arm around his shoulder and pressed him in real tight, face pressed against her aproned-knockers, his ear sensing the actual sloshing going on in those kegs of milk on her chest. “I was really hoping you could. I’ve been aching since I got up early to make you breakfast this morning, and although I hope it becomes a regular thing, I’m not exaggerating when I say I need it now.” She patted her boxers with a smirk. “So if you don’t mind, I’ll get ready and-”

”No Lily.” He took a deep breath, ignoring his imagined future as a jizz-sock for his sister’s loads and headed to the door, intent on ensuring he took away temptation for both of them. “Thank you so much for what you did, but I’m going to take a shower and give you some time to think about this.” He turned the doorknob and started to open the door.