Wylas' Tale: He tries to stop, but mother forces the issue

"N-no..." Wylas swallowed, panicked, confronted with his sister's eyes and his own actions, "This is wrong. What... What did you do?!"

His life, as he knew it, was over. He couldn't go back, and he let his sister's legs drop, pointing an accusing finger at his mother. Trying to blame her. His penis was still unnaturally hard, and still inside his sister's butthole. He panicked again, looking down, and slowly dragged it out of the incredibly tight hole. It finally released with an audible little pop! followed by a slow little stream of Wylas' sticky cum sliding out. Wylas fell backwards, off the bed, onto the floor. Out of view of his paralyzed sister's staring, accusing eyes.

"What did I do?!" His mother stood on the bed, looming over him. She carried Selesta up with her, one impossibly strong hand wrapped around the back of her daughter's neck, carrying her accusing eyes up to again stare judgement down on Wylas.

"You wanted to be a man! You wanted to rape your own sister! You wanted to violate her, to slap my tits raw, to treat us like whores! This was all for you! Don't tell me you didn't like it! Your twin sister has a face and two holes filled with your cum to prove it!" Her voice dripped venom, and her feet began moving forward along the bed, towards Wylas, dragging Selesta with her by delicate, freckled neck. Selesta gurgled pathetically, her eyes trying to look upwards at her mother, and then again, pleadingly, at Wylas.

The fear Wylas felt was crippling. The shame he felt was soul-crushing. He scooted back, unable to rise, just backing away until his pale shoulders hit the wall behind him. He tried to use it to prop himself up, but it was no use. His legs wouldn't work. His little butt was back against the wall, as far as it would go. The only thing working properly was his still-hard penis. Alisiyah's feet stepped off the bed, coming at him slowly; still dragging Selesta painfully, awkwardly by her neck as her knees thudded onto the floor, her limp body coming slowly towards Wylas with the grace of a broken marionette.

Then his mother was looming in front of him. Wylas flinched as she lowered her hand, but she just stroked his smooth, freckled cheek lightly, her features were soft again, caring, loving. "Shhh, it's okay, Sweetie. It's my fault... I shouldn't have tried to make you a man." His mother's sweet face filled his vision, and something wet and warm enveloped his used, hard dick. Wylas heard a disgusted, whimpering moan. Selesta.

His mother wasn't done, she had placed his sister's unresponsive head on his hard-on, his disgusting penis that had penetrated both her holes, that had released its vile load inside her. Selesta's slack mouth slid farther down his dick, all the way. It felt sublime and Wylas couldn't resist humping slightly, tears forming in his eyes.

Alisiyah kissed his neck, and moaned lightly into his ear while slowly fucking her daughter's face onto Wylas' cock, "You're not a man, Sweetie. You're a little bitch. That's okay, though... sometimes even bitches can get lucky. Let Mommy help you get lucky. Look at your sister."

The possessed elven mother leaned back and with her free hand curled her daughter's paralyzed feet underneath her body, propping Selesta up slightly. She gathered Selesta's hair in one hand and gripped the back of her neck with the other, and with a loving smile began raping Wylas' cock with his sister's unresponsive, open mouth and throat. Selesta's arms hung loose, and limp, and Alisiyah laid them grotesquely on Wylas' thighs in a parody of compliance. Wylas was staring at his lovely sister's young fluid-glazed face, her distressed eyes. Tears fell onto his cheeks, and his slim hips humped a little faster into Selesta's mouth.

"That's good, Sweetie, just like that. Let Mommy do the work." Selesta's head was held down, her nose pressed against Wylas' stomach as he humped her face. A slow, choked gurgling escaped her throat before her face was lifted off, briefly facing Wylas directly. Throat-slime hung from her slack mouth and chin and she coughed weakly, unable to move her jaw, and then aspirated and swallowed whatever was left inside.

"Touch your sister's chest." It was an order, and Wylas' trembling hand reached out at the instruction, stroking his sister's beautiful flat chest, stroking her nipples briefly. "That's a good bitch. Here's your reward..." Selesta let out another pathetic whimper as her limp body was lowered again to her brother's hard cock, all the way down, until her chin was touching Wylas' balls and her nose was pressed against his stomach. Without warning Selesta's face was suddenly pistoned fast and hard by her mother's hands; so much that her nose slammed and mashed brutally against Wylas' stomach, and her chin slapped into his little balls painfully, and repeatedly.

Wylas nearly screamed out his moan of sudden forced pleasure. His hands clawed at the wall behind him before clutching at Selesta's head himself, curling his slender legs around her back, and humping himself to completion right into his sister's throat.

"Shhh, it's okay... you did very good, Sweetie. Your mommy is proud of you," His mother's face was in front of him, stroking his sweaty golden hair, kissing his forehead. "You might want to stop raping your sister's throat, though, I know you wouldn't want her to end like this..." Wylas realized with some exhausted horror that his mother's hands had left Selesta's head and neck completely, and he was the one clutching her hair, slowly still violating her yielding throat. His mother left his side for a moment, rummaging around the bed, and Wylas was left alone with his poor sister. He lifted her head off his cock, and semen and drool poured out of her mouth. Wylas looked into her rolled back, unresponsive eyes in terror; but with a gasp and sickening throat-cough she awoke, her bloodshot eyes fluttering back into position. Looking at him. Horrified, confused, and accusing. Wylas opened his mouth, as if to say he was sorry, to say anything. Nothing came out, nothing sufficed to explain what had just happened to his innocent sister.

His mother was back, and his mouth was still open, working to explain something to Selesta that defied any reasonable explanation. His mother pressed something bitter onto his tongue, "Swallow... be a good swallower for Mommy. I promise when you wake up your sister will be much happier..."

It was like a dream. Wylas obeyed, swallowing the bitter, dry powder. His mother kissed his lips, full and hard, and Wylas' mind slowly drifted away.