Your sister Camilla

You turn to see it was Cami who moaned. She is sprawled out naked on your bed, looking as thoroughly fucked and as wasted as you last saw her. The only difference is that, apparently I. This new world you've written into existence, it was you who took advantage of her instead of Robert, or whomever had dropped her off on the front lawn.

You really wish you could remember the current version of last night. Fucking your mother was incredible, but from the state of your bed and sister, your night with your sister was even more vigorous.

Cami is spectacular in all her naked glory, her tits smaller but firmer than your mother's, though not small by any standard. And her muscles are incredibly toned. She's clearly been working out on your mom's stripper pole. Or maybe she has one of her own. Maybe every Mormon woman does now.

And apparently Cami isn't completely **** in this version of reality either. Her eyes are closed but her left hand is languidly stroking her glistening, swollen twat. Another soft moan escapes her lips.

If you weren't already hard from rewriting scripture, that would have done it.

You get up and step quietly to her and bend over to kiss her, grabbing her left tit as you do so. It feels even better than it looks and she reciprocates your kiss with a warm familiarity, welcoming your probing tongue.

You break off your kiss, you pull back to see her big blue eyes are open now, though heavy-lidded with **** and arousal. She gives you a lop-sided grin.

"Morning, lil' brother!" She greets you.

"Good morning, Cami!" You say. '"You are so fucking beautiful!"

"Aw!" She gushes. "Want me t' suck your dick?"

"Do...do you want to suck my dick?" You ask, trembling at how effective your rewrite has been.

"I LOVE to suck your dick, silly!" She reminds you.

She makes room for you in your bed and you position yourself with your back against the headboard and your legs spread, your naked, drunken sister grinning sloppily between then on her hands and knees.

"My favorite breakfast!" She declared your cock.

She is not at all hesitant. She goes right to it with practiced perfection. She picks and teases aand fondles. She's sloppy, but only from the ****, and somehow that makes it even better. You play with her silky blonde tresses and thank The Lord. After all, you've rewritten Him into someone much more deserving of thanks.

Cami works you deeper and deeper down her throat as she fondles your balls. She is incredible at this! You shudder and groan.

She pulls back just as you think you can't take anymore. She grins up at you as she continues to handle your junk with experypt hands.

"Do you like that, lil' brother?" She asks. "Am I your favorite cocksucker?"

"Oh yes! Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" You nod in astoundment.

"Better than Janalee?" She pushes.

It takes a beat to realize Cami isn't the only sister that blows you in this brave new world.

"Much better!" You swear, though you quietly reserve the right to find out for sure.

"Robert wants me to blow him like this, but I'm not ready yet," she says, rubbing the bottom of your shaft on her erect nipple. "I'm a good Mormon girl! I know what cocks I'm sposta suck!"

And so saying, she returned her mouth to more productive purposes as her head bobs up and down, up and down. It's mind-blowing and you wish it could last forever but you could never last. It's just too damned incredible.

As if she knows how close you are, she slides a finger back along your taint and it sends you over the edge, violently trembling as you erupt in your sister's mouth and she swallows greedily as you squeeze her head between your palms.

You let go once you finally stop coming and she looks up at you, letting your spent cock flop out and giving you a spunky grin.

"Thanks for breakfuss!" She says, then rolls over to her side and sighs. "Iss mu fabrit!"

You stroke her head gratefully and revel in the after glow. You wonder if you still fucked your mother last night. You wonder is Janalee still had an OB/GYN appointment this morning, or even if she's married and pregnant.

Mostly, you wonder what you should do next.