The love of a sister

"What number is that, John?"

The Police Chief looked at the National Guard man. "Forty-three, General Casey. In six hours. And he hasn't gone flaccid and he's not slowing down. That's got to be some kind of record."

"Damn straight it is. If this keeps up there won't be any women left in the city in a few weeks. Since he first showed up five months ago I was afraid that over-muscled lunatic would go on a rampage, but I figured he'd be smashing up the place, not screwing his way through the entire female population. If he weren't in the middle of a city I'd call an air strike down on him."

"What I want to know is how the women keep getting through the barricades. There's a ring of police and soldiers three deep around this whole block with instructions to let no-one pass. It's like he's pulling them out of a... JANE!"

"You know that girl? She's pretty hot; I didn't know they grew tits that big out here."

The police chief's voice was icy. "That's my daughter, General."

Both men stared in horrid fascination as Mister Justice got down to business. There was nothing artful about the fucking; he was little more than a sex machine, and women had been lining up to pull the lever. Jane Thomson, daughter of Police Chief Thomson, was just another in a series. The Chief had to look down and clench his fists. Not only was his little Jane doing this, she was enjoying it.

In turn she left and another woman came out of wherever the hell they were getting in. Unlike the last couple dozen, she wasn't undressing before she approached.

"Kent, you have to stop this."

He half-raised his head and glowered. "Who says I do?"

"This isn't you, Kent. You're under some kind of mind control."

"Guess what, Jennifer; I like it."

"That's not you, Kent! You're a good man; you respect women. I know!"

"Sorry, Sis. Not any more! All those years while I was growing up and discovering my powers Mom and Dad told me I had to have self-control so I didn't hurt anyone; but now I'm a man and I know about girls and it's GREAT! Fuck self-control!"

A naked blonde stepped out of the **** store with nothing but a pack of gum. "Mister Justice! I've been shoplifting and I need to be punished." She waved the pack of gum seductively.

He lunged toward her but the clothed woman got in the way.

"I know you won't hurt me, Kent. I'm sorry, but I have to stop you." She put a hand on his rippling chest.

"I'm warning you, Jen, get out of my way."

"No. If you want her you have to go through me."

"If you say so."

Mister Justice pushed into the woman, his super-cock sliding into her blouse and upward. Then he pulled back, popping the buttons and revealing the woman's bra. He thrust a second time, going up between her tits and using his member to yank the bra off. Her chestnut hair hung down to just above her chocolate-brown nipples.

"Stop it, Kent; I'm warning you..."

"No! You're not telling me what to do this time."

This is seven kinds of sick, thought Jennifer, but it has to be done. Of all the ways to lose it, this had never been on her list. She hiked up her skirt and pushed forward.

Mister Justice was on her in a second. He lifted the girl up by her thighs and rammed his rod into her, pushing through the panties like they weren't there. The woman on his cock gasped and squirmed.

As she neared her climax Jen shouted, "Yes Kent, YES! Fuck your little sister like you mean it!"

Mister Justice's eyes and mouth bugged open at the same time. Semen blasted from the girl's pussy as she blushed and shuddered.

"Little... sister... Jennifer! God, what have I done?"

She smiled up at him weakly. "You've broken about a dozen state and federal laws, Kent. And that doesn't count public nudity and causing a disturbance. And you've made Little Sister a VERY happy girl."

Angst welled up in Mister Justice; he looked and felt like he'd just whipped a puppy. "NOOOO! I'm a **** for justice! I can never show my face again!"

Legs that could propel him the length of a football field in a single bound launched the two up into the air; up, and away.

The blonde girl watch them go, then looked around at the police cordon around her.

"Well, fiddlesticks."