Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

14. A beast of fate

A Beast of Fate

HauntTheseStairs

Summary:

A young man has to come to terms with the fact that his teenage sister isn't an innocent little girl anymore.

Chapter 1

That night, the noises coming from my sister's bedroom were particularly loud.

The banging, the croaking, the moaning, sometimes bordering on ecstatic screaming â" I could discern at least three different voices, one of them being the one of my âžlittle" sister.
It had gone on for hours, and I decided I couldn't bear it anymore. I left my room, trying not to notice how the noise was even louder and clearer on the hallway, and began to aimlessly stroll through the house. Eventually, I sat down in the kitchen, finally far enough to ignore the sound of my sister doing what she was doing most nights.
I must have fallen asleep, since the first thing I remember is the bright light coming from inside the fridge, rending my sister's appearance like a radiant angel. She turned around and looked at me.

âžHey Matty, what are you doing here?", she asked.

Despite being four years younger, Hannah easily towered over me â" She says she's 6 foot 7, but I guess you could easily add two or three inches to that estimate and be closer to the truth. Hannah wore a white t-shirt and was completely drenched in a mixture of sweat and some other body fluids, causing the cloth to wrap tightly on her body. From head to toe, she was ripped, her arms and thighs would make most guys envious, and her abs astonished me every time I saw that (which was surprisingly often).

She had rather small, firm breasts with dark areolas shining through the wet fabric; her light brown hair was in a mess. Her green eyes shone in the dark, surrounded by a face that seemed so pretty and cute, yet showed, at least to me, such a strong expression of madness, of domination, of bestial, inhuman lust.

Hannah's sweatpants were dry, suggesting she only put them on minutes ago, yet they couldn't hide, not even in the nocturnal kitchen's darkness, the massive bulge in her crotch area. At this point in time, she was completely soft, and nevertheless big enough that I would assume it to be a joke, just a bunch of socks or bottles of whatever stuffed in her pants, if I hadn't known her for so long.

Intersex people aren't that rare, I've read somewhere that among a thousand births, at least one or two would fall into that category. And while most of them either appear male but have a vagina or appear female and have a small, misshapen cock, my sister seems to represent an entirely different species.

While outwardly looking like a girl â" admittedly, a freakishly tall and buff girl â" she had perfectly functioning male genitalia. As long as I can remember, she has always been bigger than me, thicker than me, even when she was still very young and I was only catching short glimpses of her endowment, afraid she might notice my interest. But ever since she hit puberty like a plane crashing into a building and quickly rose above me, she seemed to get bigger by the day.

âžCan't sleep?", Hannah asked in such a sweet voice I almost forgot what a beast she was. I nodded in response, and she took half a gallon of milk from the fridge, raised it to her lips, and gulped it down in a few short seconds. I had long noticed that one of her many mutations, or peculiarities, however you want to express it, was her ridiculous metabolism, consuming incredible amounts of food and drink without gaining a single gram of fat on her muscular body.

Putting the empty canister down on the table, she leaned towards me, spreading an incredibly pungent smell of sweat and what could only be vaginal fluid. A sly smile began to form on her face.

âžMatty", she said, âžI'm having a little sleepover with a few of my friends. You might have heard us, I hope we didn't disturb you too much"

âžAh, I barely noticed", I lied. In this moment, something flashed over Hannah's face, something I could only describe as a rush of pure energy, of animalistic, unbound lust.

âžHeh, I guess I better return to the room now, the girls sure are waiting for me", she said, jumped up, and quickly disappeared in the darkness again. I remained in the kitchen, unsure what to do next.

My hypothesis turned out to be right â" chugging a large bottle of milk gave my sister a massive boost in energy, and that energy was now being release onto those girls in her room, how many they may be.

Moaning turned into yelling, screaming, sounds that I would not expect a human to produce; the banging now felt like she was demolishing the room's entire interior, and the croaking made me think that the celling would collapse any moment.

As the kitchen was no longer a safe space, I migrated further down into the basement, attempting to shield my ears from the echoing cacophony around the house, but I could still hear it down there; and I still knew that things were happening upstairs that I wouldn't believe if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

My sister, my little Hannah, had turned into a lascivious beast, and all I could do was watching her path to become something far beyond human.

Chapter 2

Chapter Text

The next morning, I awoke on the old couch down in the basement, my mouth feeling as dry as cotton. I went up to the kitchen, pleasantly surprised I couldn't hear any sounds coming from upstairs, and ate a light breakfast consisting of what my ravenous sister had left.

I then went to the bathroom, first to piss and then to brush my teeth, as I heard a deafening banging on the door.

âžMatty, let me in, I gotta pee really bad!", I heard my sister shout outside. I knew that she was strong enough to rip the door out of its frame if she really needed to, so I quickly opened.

Hannah rushed in, and with two steps positioned herself in front of the toilet bowl. As if I wasn't even present, she pulled down her sweatpants. I always forget â" or maybe I purposefully shoved the memory aside â" of how big she really is.

I had seen a few cocks in the real world and many in porn before, but none came even close to my little sister. If there has ever been a human being that deserved the epithet horse cock, it was Hannah.

When completely flaccid, it was still thicker then a beer can, and god knows how long, hanging down most of her thigh, certainly much longer than I am when fully erect. It made me think more of an elephant's trunk than anything else, the fat cockhead covered almost completely in foreskin. Her testicles, how could it otherwise, were enormous as well, each as big as one of my fists, tightly covered in her sack, seemingly barely able to contain these bulwarks of virility. A short brown bush covered her private area, grown over the last few days due to a combination of laziness and being too busy to shave.

A massive stream of piss erupted from her cock, quickly filling the toilet bowl and noisily splashing through the bathroom. My sister never cared too much for others, not so much out of malice â" I do think from the bottom of my heart that Hannah was, fundamentally, a good person â" but rather due to her unknowingly overwhelming and overpowering everyone and everything around her, unable to consider the thoughts and feelings of others for even a second. She was, after all, extraordinarily dominant by nature, without consciously acting in one way or another.

Hannah sighed in relief, shook her cock to get those last few drops of piss out, and pulled up her sweatpants.

âžMattyboy, thanks for being soâaccepting", she said to me with one of her sweet, sweet smiles that almost made me forget who she was sometimes. Mattyboy. If anyone else had called me that, they'd have to expect my fist in their face, but Hannah had the privilege to use that nickname. After all, she still was my sister, and in an odd way, I did love her more than anyone on this planet.

âžNo problem", I replied tonelessly as she left the bathroom.

Just as I was starting to shave, I began hearing a well known sound coming from the hallway. Creaking, banging, moaning coming from her room. With every minute passing, it became louder and louder, Moaning turning into animalistic grunting and yelling and croaking into the sound of wood being tested by its durability; and just as the noise reached a level where I became concerned about the physical and mental health of those who were in the room with her, I heard a massive crush, followed by silence.

I jumped out of the bathroom and in front of the door to my sister's room, knowing that I would have to enter in case anyone was injured or worse, but I knew that I would see some things that would be extremely hard to bear. With a sigh, I swallowed my fear and pulled the door handle open.

My sister's room felt like a sauna. Outside the house, temperatures slowly rose to the sweltering summer heat that would await me at noon, but inside it was even hotter by a few degrees. The air was incredibly humid, and I began to realise that Hannah's tendency to gulp down litres of fluids was quite understandable considering she would sweat most of it out again quickly.
The smell â" God, there is no way to aptly describe it. As I opened the door, it felt like running against a wall, almost hard to breathe like thick smoke. For a second, I became delirious, but quickly regained my posture.
The best way I could describe it would be if someone had worn a pair of boxers for a month, ran a few miles in them every day and shot multiples loads of cum therein daily, imagine that piece of textile pressed tightly against your mouth and nostrils. It was, maybe that is the best way to describe it, oppressive.

The windows were steamed up, blocking out the view of the garden completely. The carpet was so covered in stains I had to remember its original colour; bathed in various bodily fluids, but about all in thick, white cum that my sister carelessly shot out by the litres each day.

On the floor directly in front of me, a girl laid on her stomach, her legs spread slightly. She was possibly a few years older than me, white and brunette, and I could instantly see that both her pussy and her anus were gaping, grossly distended by the hourlong brutal assault from my sister's horse-like cock.

She was passed out, overstimulated and rushed from intense orgasm to intense orgasm until her mind broke down, leaving an exhausted husk that she carelessly threw aside. If there was one good thing I could say about Hannah's treatment of women, it's that she ceases to fuck them if they lose consciousness, quickly shifting to the next victim of her ravenous sexuality.

I saw a black girl on her sofa in a similarly disastrous state, her dark skin smeared from top to bottom with creamy, white semen.

I let my gaze shift leftward, finally seeing that the bed was crushed, the wooden legs broken like matchsticks, sheets and textile torn as if a giant had violently thrown himself on it. And in the midst lay Hannah, with an older woman, I suppose in her late thirties or early forties lying to her right, and another girl I could only identify by her legs sticking upwards from the left of the bed, apparently thrown off as it collapsed. My sister's midriff was covered by a blanket, her long muscular legs and her upper body sticking out far from the flimsy undersized piece of textile. A forced smile rushed over her face as she saw the horror in my eyes.

âžMatty, I'mâI'm soâ", she stumbled, as she got up and let the blanket slip aside.

Hannah began to slowly step towards me. In this moment, she seemed to be ten feet tall, barely constrained by the rooms celling. She was drenched in sweat, every single muscle glistening and appearing even more defined than usual. It felt like as if she was radiating pure energy, like a white-hot piece of steel, turning anything that dares to touch it into ash.

My view involuntarily shifted downwards, upon that monstrous tower of meat. The cockhead alone must have been the size of a large apple, dark and engorged with blood, a long string of precum constantly dripping down from the tip. Her foreskin was now peeled back completely by the inhuman size of her erection. The shaft was almost as thick as a bottle, covered in veins that would have looked massive on anyone else but seemed like tiny marblings on her. At the base, it reached a girth that I doubt I would have been able to encircle with both my hands. Her balls seemed even larger than before, those fist-sized monstrosities busy producing the inhuman amounts of cum she shot out every day.

As she walked towards me, I noticed that the girl on the couch was slowly regaining her consciousness; groaning and weakly raising her head.

âžMatty, IâI thinkâI think I overdid it a bit this time", she said, displaying her perfect white teeth in an apologetic smile.

My mind was at its limit, and I had to protect what little sanity I had left. I went downstairs, picked up the car keys, and drove to work.

Chapter 3

Chapter Text

I keep recalling a few of the memories me and Hannah shared.

How short and fragile she still was, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulder's height and her teenage growth spurt having only just begun, when she had to change her panties for boxer short, as no piece of feminine clothing could contain her anymore.

How she hadn't been in secondary school for too long when I found her in our neighbour's house, roughly thrusting her cock into his frigid wife and giving her the first orgasm in an estimated fifteen years.
How giddy and excited she was when she finally went to high school, and how she had to leave before even finishing her first semester as a string of mysterious pregnancies, both among fellow students and teachers, threatened to cause a scandal that was narrowly avoided by sending her to a less reputable institution, where teen girls getting knocked up happened on a regular basis and didn't arouse any suspicion.

â"

Coming home from work that day, I tried to call her, asking if I should bring home something to eat, for her most likely a giant heap of fast food enough to feed an entire family. She didn't pick up the phone.
The house turned out to be empty and quiet. I went upstairs, and found her room still in a destitute state and the smell just as potent and intense as in the morning. The girls, I realised with a sigh of relief, were all gone â" I had a slight fear I would have had to call an ambulance. After calling her name multiple times, I discovered a note lying on the kitchen table.

âžMatty, I'm sorry for what has happened. Everythingâwent a bit out of control. I'll be gone for a few days, staying with friends. Love, Hannah", it read, with little hearts on her I's.

For a moment, I felt terrible. I knew I had made her fell awful by storming out in disgust. After all, Hannah was still my sister, and no matter what she did, I would always love her, sharing a bond with her that had been forged by the hardships we had endured together.

Putting the note back on the table, I remembered what I had seen only recently. Staying with friends was nothing but a euphemism, a rather fancy way of saying that she was doing exactly what she had been doing here elsewhere, continuing her endless sexual rampage with a new batch of helpless victims.

That evening, I ended up ordering pizza, watched a bit of TV, and went to bed.

â"

Over the next few days, I was rather busy cleaning up the unbelievable mess Hannah had left. Almost everything within her room was smeared, splashed, or otherwise soiled by her cum, and I ended up throwing out most of it. While trying to clean up the semen stains, I pushed my shirt over my mouth and nose as some sort of makeshift mask, hoping it would shield me at least a bit against that incredibly pungent stench. At times, I felt like I might either pass out or puke. It was so unusually thick, almost like yoghurt, and retained some of its miasmic smell even after I had left the room's windows stay open for multiple days. Hannah's cum seemed to me almost like a chemical weapon, and I shuddered to think what it would do to those who had it shot into them in large amounts. One day, I thought to myself, I may find out how many women she had knocked up in total, but the sheer number of nieces and nephews I have running around in this town and beyond might have been too much to bear.

After I had finished that arduous task, my life slowly approached something of a boring routine. I went to work in the morning, thought about, but never went through with, asking that one cute coworker out on a date, went home in the evening, watched TV, and so on. I tried not to think about what had happened too much, living almost like I didn't expect to ever see my sister again. Trying to suppress any strong emotions, I went through life like a sleepwalker.

One Wednesday evening, I came home particularly annoyed and exhausted, after a work day filled with unbearable customers and coworkers trying to unload their burden onto me.

Before I had even opened the front door, I could hear a familiar sound coming from inside; a long, drawn out moan, starting as a deep and throaty noise and slowly becoming a high pitched whimper, followed by panting starting and stopping in a rapid staccato.

I found Hannah in the living room, and as I called her name, I saw her face with an expression of surprise rising from behind the couch. Just enough of her upper body was visible to discern that she was naked, and covered in sweat. As she looked at me, the moaning turned into a distant yelp of total exhaustion.

âžOh, Matty, you're home early", my sister said with a broad smile.

âžYouâyou seem to be busy", I replied, unsure what else to do.

âžNo, I'm justâI'mâI'm just here withâwith myâuhâmyâuhâohgodohgodohgodohgodâ", she said, trailing off into a wordless grunt.

The woman beneath her screamed out at an ear deafening volume, and Hannah's head disappeared behind the couch again as well, rolling back her eyes and pressing her lips together to prevent a scream from escaping her throat. I could hear the sound of wet bodies clashing against one another as she collapsed onto her partner in orgasmic bliss, pumping unbelievable amounts of viscous cum into her.

I had seen enough, I decided. I turned away, as slow as in a nightmare, wanting to be somewhere else, anywhere, as long as it wasn't here. But just as I was about to grab the door handle, I heard Hannah call my name.

âžMattyâ"

My sister kneeled behind the couch, raising her head and upper body above the backrest. The muscles on her arms and her upper stomach looked like they had been carved from marble, her nipples standing hard and erect like brown gemstones.

Next to her, I saw someone standing up, a pale, black-haired women in her late thirties or early forties. Bow-legged, she began walking towards me, her voluptuous body shaking with every step. Her face showed utter confusion, as if she had just awoken from a coma, and her hairy pussy was gaping, constantly leaking a thick stream of snow white cum onto the floor.

As she reached me, she collapsed. I tried to catch her, dug my hands deep into her soft, white flesh, but her weight proved too much, throwing me down with her. She landed on me, burying me with her body and pushing her huge, somewhat saggy breasts in my face. For a second, I thought I was going to suffocate, knowing this wouldn't be the worst way to go.

â"

In the end, I called a taxi for the woman once she could walk more than a few steps and her mind had cleared enough to properly think again. I never found out her name, but she told me she was going for a walk when she came across Hannah, who was just returning home, and quickly fell under her spell. The rest is history, as they say.

Lying in bed, trying my best to fall asleep and finally letting this strange day end, I attempted to recall the memory of how that woman's body had felt, fantasising about grabbing her fat tits and sucking on them. Maybe, I could have approached her for a quick fuck after she had returned to sanity, but the brutal breeding she had received from my sister must have left her both physically and mentally in a state where she would have barely noticed me. Instead, I tried to masturbate to some other fantasy, but my mind was clouded, and I couldn't focus. Frustrated and annoyed, I laid down to sleep.

âžMatty?"

I only opened my eyes slightly, just enough to see my sister's figure in the doorframe, a silhouette illuminated by the light coming from the hallway.

âžMatty, IâI just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I feel so bad, I keep screwing it upâI try to be a better person, but it's so hardâI'm so weakâI can't even control my stupid bodyâ"

With every word she spoke, Hannah's voice got weaker. I can't remember ever seeing her cry, so her sounding like she would break out into tears any second affected me greatly. I sat up and let her come closer.

âžAh don't worry, it's not so bad. I'm sorry if I seemed too angry earlier. I was justâvery surprised, you know. You made some mistakes, but we all doâit's gonna be alright", I said, doing my best impression of a parent consoling their child. Hannah smiled at me, still looking like she was on the edge of crying.

âžOh Matty", she said, âžyou gotta be the best big brother in the world. I promise you, I will be more thoughtful from now on".

I was moved by her words, but didn't know how to respond. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment, and with a giant thump, she dropped into my bed to hug me, causing the laths to emit a croak that made me realise that her bed collapsing under her weight was no surprise at all.

Hannah threw herself around me, pressing her face into my shoulder and reaching her arms around me. I felt almost completely encases by her hard, hot muscles, and it felt great. Despite her strength being more than enough to break any bone in my body if she wanted to, she was surprisingly gentle. I tried to lay my arms around her, but her size made it impossible for my hands to meet one another, so I ended up grabbing her back muscles instead.

Hannah's bearhug made me feel more safe than I had in years, yet there was a tiny part in me who enjoyed it too much. I tried to fight against it, but I could still feel blood rushing into my cock, quickly getting erect. A bulge began to form in my boxers, extending until I could feel my tip pressing against her abdominal muscles.

I jumped back, fell out of the bed, and stood up. Hannah looked at me slightly confused in that half-dark room, without a doubt noticing the bulge in my underwear, microscopic compared to her yet as big and as hard as I could get. I did not see her reaction, as her face was hidden by shadows.

âžIâI should sleep on the couch tonight", I said, leaving the room without uttering a further word.

Chapter 4

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

I had expected that our relationship would become more awkward after that night, if that was even possible, but we someone managed to carry on, creating something like a routine we both could live with.

Hannah had moved into the basement, placed a few mattresses on the floor to properly bed her body, further isolating the room and turning it into something like a sound-proof chamber, as I've already once witnessed, seeking refuge down there to escape from the sounds of her bestial orgy.

Instead of having women coming to our house almost daily to awkwardly ask me where my sister was before having their brains fucked into mush, Hannah now went out a lot, only returning after many hours or even days.

In the early morning hours, she would usually go for a jog. She preferred to do sports before people would fill the streets and stare at her like some sort of freak, as even her sweatpants in combination with years and years of tucking experience couldn't fully hide her bulge that would flop with every step. This way, she was just a very tall figure running through the night.

She usually took three quarters of an hour for her round through the neighbourhood, but occasionally much longer, returning only shortly before noon, smelling of sex and perfume. I knew there were at least a few women in walking distance that have fallen victim to her by then.

Sometimes, she still took her hookups home, but I noticed them far less. If any other human being were to invite a woman home and then ask her to follow them into a sound-proof room in the basement, they'd run screaming towards the next police station, but Hannah had the same effect on women as those buzzing insect-killer things had on mosquitos.

I remember going down one time, getting some noodles from the storage room in the basement, and hearing a voice coming from her room.

âžTamade! Ni de jiba bi gongma da!".

Soon, I heard the familiar banging and thumping, overlaid by breathless moaning.

âžNi guizi jiba pohuai wo bizi! Wo jiu si le, wo jiu si le, wo jiu si leâ", the voice trailed off into wordless panting and yelling.

Despite this, our life together was often surprisingly normal. Hannah still clung on to some rather childish things, such as watching movies with me. She'd sit besides me on the couch, gulping down popcorn and soda and whatever else, sometimes putting her arm around my shoulder, as if we were teenagers in the cinema. I enjoyed those moments, trying to forget that it wasn't unlikely that some woman was lying down in the basement, fucked senseless, slowly regaining her consciousness, just getting ready to be destroyed again once the movie had ended.

One morning, I found Hannah in bathroom as I got up. She was naked, standing besides the shower, her pubic area covered completely in shaving cream. Carefully, she let the razor glide over her skin, meticulously removing any hair around the base of her cock or on her testicles.

I knew what that meant. She had showered, cut her nails, and shaved her private area. She was going out today, and she won't be alone for long.

âžMatty, can you do me a favour?", she asked, the shaving cream almost completely gone, leaving her skin as smooth as porcelain.

I finished brushing my teeth, spit out the water, and inquired what she wanted from me.

âžCould you drive me to the city, brother?".

I was a bit annoyed, to be honest, and Hannah could see it in my face. It was just a small detour on my way to work, but I had already taken her along thrice this week, and I didn't want it to become a habit.

âžMatty please, you know I don't have a license!", she said in her best pleading voice.

Yeah, because you knocked up the driving instructor, I added mentally.

I eventually gave in. Hannah wore a crop top that day that almost seemed to burst every time her muscles swelled with movement, and a rather long skirt, for reasons you can imagine.

While driving, I thought about how uncomfortable must be for her to sit in this undersized seat, but she didn't seem to mind. Hannah was humming along to some saccharine-sweet tune in the radio. On her lap, she laid her handbag, which I know was filled to the brim with oversized condoms that still failed more often than not, a large bottle of lube and whatever else she needed for her business.

Hannah got off the car close to the city centre, and despite her height and the fact that she stood like a light tower out of the crowd around, I quickly lost sight of her.

Coming home, I found Hannah sitting in the living room, listening to music with her headphones that seemed so small on her, and painting her nails bright pink. She greeted me with a warm smile, and I realised once again that she was still a teen girl, no matter what she did.

Notes:

âžTamade! Ni de jiba bi gongma da!" = âžFuck! Your cock is bigger than a stallion's!"
âžNi guizi jiba pohuai wo bizi! Wo jiu si le, wo jiu si le, wo jiu si leâ" = " Your devil cock is tearing my cunt apart! I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna dieâ"

Chapter 5

Chapter Text

For the two of us, movie night was quite a tradition. When we were just little kids, our parents often took us to the video store, that wonderland of shelves full of brightly coloured DVD cases, to select our entertainment for that evening. Being regular customers, our parents eventually allowed us to go there alone, handing me the responsibility to look after Hannah. I enjoyed this newfound freedom, feeling a kind of pride in them trusting me to be responsible, and once I had reached a certain age and my body had changed in certain ways, I especially enjoyed seeing Veronica.

Being the store's owner or at least the highest ranking employee at that time, she was usually the one to greet us with a broad smile when we came in. A voluptuous woman in her late twenties or early thirties, pale and black-haired, she had the by far biggest breasts I had seen back then, before I learned the properly look up porn on the internet. I truly cannot say how many times I had fantasised about those tits, heaving and shaking whenever she moved, how I'd grab and squeeze them and put my face in between them, sucking on her nipples while caressing her soft body, progressing downward until I reach her massive pillar-like thighs, using both my hands to roughly grasp her pale bubble-butt.

One particularly hot summer afternoon, I took Hannah there with me, and quickly became fascinated by the rows and rows of new DVDs. The covers were bright, flashy, showing so many things that captured my attention â" explosions, expensive-looking cars, people holding weapons ranging from medieval swords to machine guns and rocket throwers, scantily clad women â" and within a short time, I had gathered a sizeable batch of DVDs that I'd like to rent. I wanted to tell Hannah about my amazing discovery, but quickly realised that she was gone. In fact, the store seemed to be completely empty besides me.

I walked through the room, shouting my sister's name here and there, but received no answer. Eventually, I noticed that the door to one of the backrooms, usually firmly closes, was slightly open, and I could hear strange sounds coming from inside. Curious as most teen boys are at that age, I peeked inside.

I found Veronica on all fours, her jeans and panties carelessly pulled down to her ankles, still wearing her sneakers. Her thighs were even bigger than I had expected, raising her gigantic pale ass into the air. Her shirt and bra lied to the left of her, exposing her slightly pudgy belly and letting her monstrous breasts hang down.

Under any other circumstances, a scene like this would have left a boy my age in a state of almost cataclysmic arousal, but unfortunately, Veronica wasn't alone in that backroom. Hannah was with her.

Not yet having had her growth spurt that causes her to quickly tower above me and most other people, my sister stood almost upright to reach the shop owner's pussy, only slightly bending her knees. Hannah was leaning against her, greedily reaching her hands around her body and aggressively fondling her tits. She was roughly thrusting into the older woman, who quaked with every stroke, consciously trying to not make any noise, yet an impassionate yelp still escaped her throat here and there. Her nipples, I realised, were pierced by little metal rods.

Of course, I tried to focus on Veronica, but my gaze still involuntarily shifted towards my sister. It was such a perplexing sight â" even if she never fully pulled out, I could see how long her cock was, how deep is must have reached inside her, her devilish girth stretching that pink pussy. Her movements were animalistic â" neither the lovey-dovey kind of sex that you see in movies nor the showy type of fucking you see in porn, but raw, bestial breeding, with no aim but shooting as much semen as deep as possible. Even back then, Hannah had assumed absolute control.

After that incident, I permanently stopped going to that video store. My sister may still have visited it a few times, but after a few months, we already frequented a different store. All seemed to have returned to normal.

Years later, I had heard that the store was about to close down, and decided to pay it a final visit. A long-haired male employee told me that Veronica had left this job a long time ago, why he could not tell. Maybe she married and moved somewhere else, he speculated.

â"â"

That next morning, I got up on my own, awoken by the sunlight coming through my window. I turned off my phone's alarm more than an hour before the time it would have rung, careful not to make too much noise. I cautiously opened the door, peeking shyly into the hallway. No one was there, but I smelt a strange, unpleasant odour. I stepped outside, but before I had reached the stair landing, I could feel the floor beneath me shaking.

âžHappy Birthday!", Hannah yelled as she ran towards me. I stood there like a metaphorical deer caught in the headlights as she threw her arms around me, lifting me up until my feet were dangling half a foot above the ground and pressing me against her steel-hard body so tightly she almost pushed the air out of my lungs. She held me like this for a few long seconds, before letting me down once again. A broad, almost maniacal smile crossed her face.

âžAh, can you believe it's been a year already?", she said, still having her hand placed on my shoulder as a congratulatory gesture. Hannah was wearing a summer dress that day, looking rather nice and fitting loosely enough to hide her monstrous bulge.

I had never made too much of a fuzz out of my birthday. I had told no one at work, those from high school who cared enough about me to remember were few and far between, and the most I could expect from my father was a hackneyed one-lined text message. For me, it was just another day, but Hannah took it serious.

Down in the kitchen, we ate a bit of the burned brownish mass that I assume was supposed to be pancakes. Even though it was barely edible, I was moved by the considerate thought, and attempted to look as if I was enjoying it. Hannah smiled and giggled.

âžSo", she asked me after a while, âžwhat are you gonna do today?".

âžGo to work", replied truthfully.

âžYeah, but I mean after you're done working", she said, âžWe gotta do something fun this evening, celebrate a bit, you know?".

âžHmm, maybe we could watch a movie together", I suggested. Hannah looked at me as if I had just kicked a dog.

âžNo, I mean something fun, something special. After all, it's your birthday, Matty".

I paused to think for a second. Maybe some distraction, some fun would truly be good for me. The last months had been occupied by the monotony of my job and the effort to minimise the damage caused by Hannah's escapades, so I could definitely use a break to take my mind off things. After all, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

We discussed a few possibilities, with her bringing most of the ideas and me shooting most of them down due to being too expensive or taking too long to prepare, until a broad smile crossed Hannah's face.

âžHey, do you remember that karaoke bar that opened a few months ago?", she said. I found it to be a pretty dumb idea, but my sister's enthusiasm was hard to counter. After listening to her explaining why it would be the most fun thing we could do that evening, I agreed with a sigh.

â"â"

We parked directly in front of the building, located somewhere between the good and the bad parts of town. Stepping inside, I found the bar to be quite an odd place, furnished in a way that suggested a far higher age, like a kitschy fragment of the 80's that had somehow survived. We found it to be about half full, populated with an unusual mixture of bored-looking youngsters brought there by curiosity and older folks trying to get drunk and embarrass themselves. I ordered some light cocktail for me, and some soda for Hannah.

The first person to take the stage that night was a bespectacled man with thinning hair performing two disco hits from the seventies. Despite having a rather impressive voice, few paid attention to him, mostly continuing to stare at their drinks instead. As he thanked his audience and stepped offstage, only a handful applauded or cheered.

A few others came onstage after him, varying from abysmal to above average, and while they were performing their songs of choice, I noticed that Hannah was trying to get me to drink more. Her plan was simple: Getting me drunk enough to lose my sense of shame and make a fool out of myself by howling along to some power ballad while bibulously stumbling across the stage. As much as I loved my sister, I couldn't allow this to happen. Instead, I executed my own plan.

âžAlright", I said eventually, âžI will go up there, but only if you go first".

I had barely finished speaking when Hannah turned away from me and ran towards the stage. As no one was waiting there, she almost immediately rushed up the platform, facing her audience and taking up the microphone.

As my sister introduced herself and made her choice of song, the crowd's attention quickly turned to her. Conversations became quieter, looks were raised from cocktail glasses onto that gigantic girl on stage. Most faces showed either amusement or outright confusion, however, a significant minority seemed interested, in some cases bordering on fascination â" most of them women.

Hannah was looking good that night; wearing her beautiful floral pattern summer dress, her hair hanging over her shoulder as a braid. She wasn't that great at singing, certainly not terribly but not far above average either, yet her passion made her stand out. She easily captured the room, striking poses that unwillingly accentuated her muscular arms and legs.

After finishing her second schmaltzy 80's ballad, she stepped off stage, accompanied by an impressive applause, making me feel sorry for the first guy who lacked the additional skills to charm his audience that Hannah had. A few people stood up, and a bit later I saw her talking to a group of four or five women in the gloomy back of the bar. My sister would be occupied for a while at least â" my plan had turned out to be a total success.

I felt great about myself. After all, both sides had gained something, if in different ways. My sister was right, I acknowledged with a smile, this evening had indeed been lots of fun. I decided to reward myself for a bit, ordered another drink, gulped it down, and repeated the process.

Being a rather skinny fellow, I got drunk quickly, and soon the bar around me became a shaky blur, the songs on the stage sounding like they came from the bottom of a well. I tried to think of the best way to get home, my sloshed mind working as slow as an aged computer, when I noticed a familiar face in my surrounding.

Once I was certain enough, I stood up, trying to look as sober as possible, walked a few steps, and then fell face first towards the floor. A sharp pain shot through my skull.

âžHey man, are you alright?", I heard a voice above me say. I turned to him, my vision slowly becoming clear again.

âžWaitâMathew? Is it really you?".

Xavier not only had an unusually cool name, he was unusually cool guy as well. As I remembered him from high school, he was a tall, lanky boy, popular with the girls due to his dirty blond hair, his stunning green eyes, and some other things that we would only rumour about. He seemed to have girlfriends changing almost weekly, but for some reason, we ended up becoming friends â" not best friends by any means, but more than acquaintances for sure, despite me being somewhere between a nerd and a nobody. One memory I held especially dear was the one time he invited me over, which ended with me sharing a joint with some of his friend and being allowed to fondle some girl's large breasts. All in all, he was one of the few people from that time that I could recall favourable, and now he was staring down at me lying on the floor like some sort of boozed-up hobo. There certainly were more dignified ways to get in touch with old friends again, I thought to myself as my head cleared again.

Xavier helped me get up again and placed me on a stool to his right. We began to talk about what we had been up to since finishing school, and I had to admit that he had without a doubt the more exciting story to tell.

Being a smart and money-savvy kid even back then, Xavier had created some sort of online business before even graduating. While I failed to comprehend what exactly his company was doing despite his best attempts to explain it to me, he ended up making decent money that way. While it wouldn't make him a millionaire, he told me, it was enough for him not to be force to take on any other job. Certainly and impressive feat.

âžAnd, what are you working on right now?", I asked him, the pain in my skull slowly subsiding.

âžWell, if you really want to know, I'm homeless at the moment".

As it turned out, Xavier's life wasn't always as glorious as I had come to believe. His business collapsed like a house of cards among some east asian market crash, his girlfriend caught him with the secretary in the back of her car, and his parents just generally didn't care enough about him to help out in times of trouble. Those last few days, he told me, he had slept in his car, and somehow he was still better looking that night than I was.

Usually, I am a rather considerate person, not one to easily give into caprice or random mood swings, and I rarely surrender to the temptation of doing something that I regret the next morning, but that night, the alcohol and possibly the light concussion that my fall earlier had caused made me act somewhat unreasonable. I downed my drink, holding the glass now containing only ice cubes against my forehead to ease the pain still throbbing in my skull.

âžYou know, if you really want to, you could live with us for a few days", I said.

Xavier looked at me with a face of utter surprise.

âžWait, are you serious?".

âžSure", I said while nodding.

Xavier's face brightened the second I had finished speaking, his broad smile showing perfectly white teeth. I could definitely see why girls were so interested in him, and I had to admit that if I ever came close to having a crush on a man in my life, it would have been him.

He threw himself onto me, giving me a tight hug and patting my back as if I had just returned from war. Once he had returned to his seat, Xavier immediately ordered two drinks for us. In a few minutes, he succeeded in what Hannah had failed to do: Getting me drunk to the point where I barely remember what I did that evening. If it was something too embarrassing, I would prefer to remain ignorant of it.

â"â"

The next thing I can remember is the feeling of cool air blowing into my face.

I was sitting in my car's passenger seat, the AC turned on fully. Xavier was right next to me, his hands on the steering wheel and my key plugged in. For a split second I felt angry at him for taking my belongings without asking, but I quickly realised that I was not in any state to drive or be reasoned with. I looked over to him, but the car's interior was murky, making it impossible to discern what emotion his face might have shown.

I looked outside, seeing the bar's front door being opened and my sister stepping into the warm summer night. I must have sent her a text message to come, I later realised, even though I can't remember that in the slightest. For some reason, I was glad to see her walking towards me, if only became I just really wanted to go home at that moment in time.

The door behind her swung open once again, and out came a heavyset bearded man with arms covered in drab tattoos. He stumbled a few steps and shouted some indiscernible words in drunk fury, causing Hannah to turn around and face him.

âžWha' the fuck were yah doin' with my girl in there?", he yelled further advancing towards her.

âžNo idea what you're talking about", my sister replied nonchalantly.

âžYa fucking lesbian bitch", he grunted and jumped towards her. The man attempted to throw a punch, doubtlessly with great strength, but his movements were sluggish and imprecise, allowing her to easily evade his fist. Like a skilled fencer, she immediately responded by striking his chest with enough force to send him to the ground in a single hit. Hannah then carelessly walked away as he slowly tried to get back onto his feet.

âžWait, who are you?", my sister said as she entered the car, finally seeing that the person in the driver's seat wasn't me.

âžOh hey, you must be Hannah, I'm Xavier. Matty and me are old friends from school. I'm gonna live with you two, just for a few days if you're ok with that".

She looked over to me, her face showing deep concern, turning towards me for advice on how to deal with this situation. I nodded, afraid my speech might be too slurred to be understood without making a fool out of myself.

âžWell, alright", Hannah said with a sigh, seating herself in the back seat for the first time in years. I could feel that she wasn't happy with the situation, but she held my opinion in such high regard that she simply accepted the situation. Hadn't I been restrained by my seat belt and the amount of alcohol in my blood, I would have jumped back and hugged her.

At that moment, I felt such deep, innocent brotherly love for my sister, as if we were closer than we had ever been, just the two of us united against the rest of the world. The times of trouble caused by her peculiarities was over, an era of greatness was about to begin.

Little did I know that my newfound affection for Hannah would very soon be put on trial.

Chapter 6

Chapter Text

âžGoddamn Motherfuckers!", I heard Hannah scream into her headset, watching her from the kitchen. She was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts bulging obscenely due to the size of her endowment, her legs spread widely. With the controller that looked so tiny in her hands, she skilfully navigated her character through the battlefield on the screen in front of her. I had never been too good at that type of games, usually getting killed by some unseen assailant before even truly figuring out what was going on, but Hannah seemed to have some inborn talent for them. Focused like a falcon watching its prey, her fingers danced across the buttons with astonishing speed, but to her chagrin she still had to depend on the other players, who were, more often than not, teenage boys who simply didn't live up to her expectations. I watched her play for a while, until the screen darkened and the word âžDEFEATED" appeared in fat floating letters.

âžGoddammit", she growled, âžI keep losing because of those fucking kids!".

Hannah dropped the controller, wiped the sweat-drenched hair strains out of her face, and picked up a soda can from the couch table in front of her. With one big gulp, she emptied it, crushing it effortlessly and tossing it onto an already amassed pile of aluminium to her right. With a deep sigh, she laid herself on the couch, both her legs and her head hanging over the armrests of the undersized piece of furniture.

Upstairs, I could hear the sound of water flowing down the drains. Xavier was showering, taking his time as usual and putting a lot of effort into maintaining his looks. I was slightly annoyed by the fact that we'd be out of hot water after he had finished, but besides that, there was not much to complain about. All in all, Xavier was a rather pleasant housemate. In the week that he had been with us, I noticed only very minor grievances. He brought his own food, readily accepted the chores I gave him, and was a generally agreeable and calm person.

Hannah, however, seemed to have a somewhat different opinion. While she appeared to like or at least accept Xavier as a person and never voiced her discontent, I could tell that she wasn't all too happy with the situation, preferring to live here with just me. Maybe it was her being forced to change her habits somewhat, actually wearing clothes instead of walking through the house semi-nude; or maybe it was the deficit of attention she received from me, the same way a child might grow to hate their stepfather due to their mother now spending more time with him than with them. Whatever the reason may be, Hannah accepted her fate and kept quiet, most likely hoping that things would return to a state of normalcy soon.

I saw Xavier descending the stairs, bidding us a Good Morning while stretching before taking a seat next to me. Wearing an expensive-looking shirt and a fitting red tie, he looked as well-dressed as I had ever seen him.

âžYou remember what we talked about yesterday, do you?", he said, pouring in a bowl of cornflakes.

I did, of course. I remembered how gleeful he was talking about that interview he scored, how this job at that cellular company would not only give him enough cash to move out and rent a place on his own, but also renew his connections into the business world, allowing him to rebuild his company to its former glory and to become a rich man. His girlfriend, of course, would return once she realised what a mistake she had made and further sweeten his new, fully successful life. I certainly wished him all the best, even if I thought that he might have been a bit too optimistic in his vision.

With a leap onto her feet, Hannah got up and walked over into the kitchen. I was accustomed to the sight, but I noticed that Xavier still had to consciously lower his gaze not to stare at my sister's absurd bulge. Hannah stepped in front of the fridge and opened it, letting a pleasant rush of cool air blow towards me. After surveying the insides for a long moment, she closed it and turned around, facing the two of us.

âžHmm, looks like we're out of soda", she said, raising her hand towards me with her palm facing upwards.

I sighed, knowing full well what that meant. From my wallet, I produced a twenty buck note, which she snapped from my hand in a split second. Hannah thanked me with a smile before turning away and leaving the kitchen.

âžYou're not really gonna go outside dressed like that, are you?", I shouted after her. My sister then re-appeared in the doorframe, giving me a look that was meant to be serious and angry but showed nothing but a pouty teen girl to me. Eventually, she just sighed, then walked downstairs into her new room to put on something more civilised.

âžGoddamn", I heard Xavier mouth once she had disappeared from sight. Our new housemate didn't take long to figure out that there were some unusual aspects about my little sister, but initially ignored it, interpreting it as a mere illusion, nothing but an mirage caused by an empty pouch in her underwear or something like that, but he eventually had to admit that it was real. Hannah did indeed have a cock, a massive, horse-like cock.

âžI know that she has thatâthing", he told me, âžbut I always forget that it's that big. Like, I'm pretty sizeable myself, but herâJesus Christ, man".

âžYou get used to it", I said after gulping down my orange juice.

âžI guess so", he answered breathlessly.

I heard Hannah walking towards the front door, and yelled that if she's already going to the store, she should get some ice cream too, since the last we had had mysteriously disappeared the night before. She spoke no words of response, but the short period of silence before I heard the door close was enough to assume that she had heard me.

Xavier took a glance at his wristwatch, got up and began fixing his collar, as keen on looking well-groomed and slick as always.

âžWell, I think I better get going. Better be too early than too late", he said with a slight smile, looking down on me.

âžI'll tell you how it went, but there's almost no doubt that I've scored that job. I'm not gonna depend on your hospitality for much longer".

âžAlright, see ya", I replied.

â"

After Xavier had left, I went upstairs to take a shower. As the first gust of cold hit me, I shuddered and cursed him for using up all the hot water, waiting as it slowly warmed up again. My shift that day began later than usual, so I had no need to hurry.

I took my time, and then got dressed again. Downstairs, I was surprised to see that Hannah hadn't returned to her couch yet to continue gaming, but I also found two large trays of soda, to her as easy to carry as matchstick boxes, and a mid sized pot of vanilla ice cream on the kitchen table. Initially, I was glad to see that my sister had actually listened to what I had told her, but quickly realised that it had stood there for a while in the scorching summer heat, turning into a semi-fluid mush. Well, at least she did part of what I wanted her to do, I thought to myself.

I wasn't angry at Hannah since it was only a minute thing, but I still felt like I should inform her about her forgetfulness. This wasn't unusual, she had always been easily distracted, and mixing that with the normal teen girl unsteadiness resulted in her being quite ditzy from time to time.

Since she had returned home but wasn't to be found in the living room, I concluded that she would most likely be in her new habitation in the basement. I grabbed the ice cream and descended downstairs.

Walking towards her room, I softly repeated her name. I found the door to be slightly ajar, so I peeked inside.

I was instantly hit by the smell that was so familiar to me yet which still struck me so hard each time I was exposed to it in its most concentrated, intense form. I tried to ignore it, and likewise I tried to overlook the stains covering the mattresses and the couch. The conditions there were significantly more bearable than in her old room, but still far beyond anything one would ever encounter outside of this house.

To my surprise, the room was empty. I walked upstairs again, feeling somewhat silly caring that pot of melting ice cream through the house to teach my sister a lesson. I concluded that she must have gone out again, deposited the pot at its rightful place in the freezer, and was just about to turn away when I detected some movement in the garden. I took a look outside through the kitchen window, and finally found Hannah.

â"

I could only speculate what reasons, if any, had led to her choosing that place â" Despite knowing my sister for longer than anyone else, the inner workings of her mind remained a total mystery to me.

Hannah was sitting on the sun-lounger, her skirt lying on the lawn next to it, with her legs spread widely, extending far beyond that dinky rack. With a broad, smug smile, she was looking down to her crotch, her giant testicles lying on the wooden frame like two apples in a bag, and her monstrous cock sticking upwards like a meaty baseball bat with a massive swollen glans on top. Slowly, she raised her gaze, onto the woman sitting on the edge of the lounger.

Just as Hannah was naked from the waist down, the girl's upper body was bare. Her hair was dyed blonde with brown roots showing, hanging down in two braids over her shoulders and reaching her sizeable, full breasts. Her pale face showed an expression of utter shock, her mouth hanging ajar with pink-lipsticked lips twitching slightly, her brown eyes ripped wide open behind thick-rimmed glasses, staring unceasingly at the monstrosity right in front of her; awe-struck by the length and girth of the biggest cock she had ever seen, feeling the warmth radiating from it, breathing in the thick, intoxicating musk.

It didn't take me long to realise that I had seen her before.

I had never asked for her name, but I knew her as a cashier at a nearby store, without a doubt the one I had just sent my sister to for some soda and ice cream. She had always been unusually friendly to me, making me wonder if this was just the general level of niceness she showed to customers, or if she actually saw something in me. The moment I recognised her in the garden, that question became completely irrelevant.

The girl timidly moved her head forward, extending her tongue until the tip reached the shaft of Hannah's cock. Slowly, she closed her eyes and began to glide upwards, stopping at the lower ridge of her giant cockhead and hesitating for a moment before moving her tongue onto the glans.

Hannah sighed with pleasure, a further spurt of blood rushing into her cock, getting even harder than before and letting the veins on the side bulge out. She was at her maximal arousal, a state that could not be sated by a few cautious licks alone.

Carefully, she placed her large hand on the girl's occiput, guiding her head up until her lips were right above her cockhead, glistening in the sun from all the precum that constantly welled forth from her slit.

The girl laid her lips upon the tip as if to give it a loving kiss, and Hannah slowly pushed her head down. Her lips parted as the cockhead slipped into her mouth, stretched taut to take in the incredibly girth, reaching the back of her throat after taking in just the glans and two or three inches.

Slowly, she raised her head, letting the cock glide out of her mouth until only the tip remained between her lips, leaving behind a segment thickly lubed-up with a mixture of spit and precum.

In that moment, something flashed over Hannah's face, an expression that I had learned to interpret as arousal rising above a certain threshold and an instinct to dominate kicking in. The girl had been in the lead for long enough, now it was her turn to assume total control.

She roughly grabbed a fistful of the cashier's hair, causing her to open her eyes in shock and look up to the woman that now held her in an iron grip. A sly smile appeared on her face as she pushed the girl's head down, using just enough of her titanic strength to force a few more inches into her mouth, disappearing down her throat and bulging out below her jaw.

Tears began welling up in the cashier's eyes and ran down her cheeks as Hannah forcefully dragged her head up only to push it down again, sliding more and more into her mouth each time, abusing the poor girl's throat just like a cheap sex toy.

Hannah only increased her pace, getting rougher with each thrust despite the girl obviously struggling to take far more cock than she ever had to; the giant piece of throbbing meat clogging her throat so tightly she appeared to have trouble breathing and stretching her mouth so far open it seemed her jaw would dislocate any second.

Hannah's abuse of the poor girl's throat had reached a frightening speed and intensity, impaling her so violently that permanent damage seemed to be inevitable. Although I was protected by the kitchen window, I could still hear the constant stream of squelching and sucking noises echoing through the garden, making even the most ridiculous and fake pornography sound tame in comparison.

â"

I cannot tell how long this went on, as I ended up being somewhat hypnotised myself. At some point, Hannah suddenly ripped the girl back, causing her to fall off the lounger and land on her back in the grass. She was breathing heavily, as if she had been forcefully held underwater for multiple minutes, and almost immediately started coughing up thick globs of a mixture of spit, precum and mucus, landing on her upper body and covering her tits and face in a thick layer of slime that rendered her glasses opaque. It was a disgusting sight, yet I couldn't look away, not even for a split second.

Hannah stood up, a lecherous grin on her face, and the girl at her feet looked up to her as if she was staring at the top of a skyscraper. Her expression still showed pure shock, but she was unable to move even a single inch, her conscious mind long obliterated by the brute force of her most primitive, carnal desires.

My not-so-little sister dropped to her knees, her cock throbbing and well lubed up, before firmly placing her hands on the lawn next to the girl's shoulders, now towering over her like a human shelter.

With a manic smile, knowing that the most intense and pleasurable part of her newest sexual conquest was about to begin, she one-handedly grabbed the girl by the waist, pulling off her skirt with a single swift move before grabbing her panties, drenched in fluid, and ripping them away as if they were nothing but band-aids.

A horrified yelp came out of the girl's abused throat, her eyes transfixed on the engorged monster above her. Hannah began to lower her hips, approaching the girl's wet, pink pussy, and with a loud, moist thump, her giant cock slapped against the cashier's belly.

The girl stared down her own body in utmost horror, paralysed completely by not only the sight, but also by feeling the incredible weight of the hot, lubed-up pipe of flesh lying on her body. The tip reached far beyond her belly button, and the girth was so devastating it was hard to imagine anything of even remotely that size fitting inside such a frail, lean body.

It was at that moment the very latest that the cashier realised that there was no going back now; that this was no ordinary hookup, no one-night stand with some guy who picked her up at a bar, promised to make her cum with his huge cock, and forget about the next morning â" no.

This was a life-changing event, and she wouldn't be the same person afterwards.

â"â"

A shrill, synthetic sound ripped me out of my voyeuristic trance and forced me to avert my gaze from the carnage going on in the garden. I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, so I stepped away from the window and picked it up.

âžMatt?"

âžYes", I answered laconically, recognising the voice on the other end to be the one of Dean, an older coworker of mine.

âžMan, where are you? Your shift started about half an hour ago".

I felt a cold shower rushing down my spine, shocked not only by the trouble that was waiting for me due to my truancy, but also by the realisations that the events outside had mesmerised me to such a degree that I completely lost track of the world around. I had to come up with a story on the spot, since telling the truth was out of the question.

âžYeah, I'm sorryâI'mâI'll be there in a minute", I stuttered, unable to properly control my tongue and with my voice breaking. Trying to gather my thoughts for a second, I ceased to speak.

âžAre youâare you alright, man? You sound pretty distressed", Dean said, his tone shifting from slight anger to understanding and worry. I realised that I had a chance to explain myself.

âžWell, I've had a bit of a car accident this morning â" I'm alright, but the car's trashed. Sucks, but what can ya do", I explained.

âžAh man, I'm sorry", Dean replied, âžbut you should still come here as soon as possible. The boss likes you, but I wouldn't test her patience".

âžI'm on my way. Sorry for the inconvenience".

âžAlright, see ya".

âžSee ya, bye", I ended the conversation.

I tried to calm myself, and picked up the car keys out of pure habit, taking a few seconds to realised that I couldn't use the car to get to work in the next few days unless I took out my baseball bat and demolished it, which was an absolutely harebrained idea even in such a moment of panic. Instead, I ended up going by bus, taking about twice as long as I would have needed otherwise, but I was able to keep up the facade of my story.

On my way, I realised that this wasn't even the first time I almost lost my job due to the actions of my sister, and I feared it wouldn't be the last time either.

Chapter 7

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

As July came, an already hot summer soon turned into a scorching nightmare that was close to unbearable.

At night, I was tossing and turning in bed, drifting in and out of short periods of uneasy sleep, haunted by strange, disjointed dreams, and waking up again with thick drops of sweat running down my sides. An old fan sluggishly blew the sticky air through the room, but all I noticed was the constant buzzing of the motor. I felt an irrational anger towards myself, being unable to get some rest despite having to work the next day.

The week prior, I had avoided any trouble I had feared I would get into due to missing most of my shift, successfully selling my boss the car-accident-story I had made up on the spot. Apparently, I looked and sounded shocked enough for her to believe that I had been involved in a crash, and out of pure chance, I actually had some pictures on my phone that showed my car in a damaged condition, although these images were more than a year old and not the result of any sort of accident, but rather unhinged anger caused by my sister's actions â" but that was a whole different story. Even if I had managed to weasel myself out of that mess, I didn't want to test my superiors' patience by showing up dead-tired or even falling asleep in that wonderfully air-conditioned hardware store.

I realised that I had to do something, so I sat up and took a deep breath. I thought about masturbation, but my mind was too clouded to come up with any decent fantasy, producing nothing but blurred fragments and whirls of fog that disintegrated once I tried to get into them. Besides, I wasn't sure if that would actually make me sleepy.

Hoping that the air outside would be at least one or two degrees cooler than inside, I got up and walked over to the window, but as I pulled back the curtains, my view immediately shifted downwards.

I saw Hannah closing the door behind her, passing through the front lawn and crossing the street, soon to disappear in the murky twilight of streetlights. Of course, there was no way of knowing where she was going, but I had a strong feeling that somewhere, not far from here, someone was waiting for her.

I stretched, deciding that maybe I should just get a glass of water to quench my thirst. I stepped outside into the hallway, trying not to wake up my guest next-door.

As Hannah showed no interest in reclaiming her old room that I had turned into an empty chamber as almost nothing inside was in any way redeemable, I simply placed an air mattress on the air and declared it to be our guest room, which Xavier willingly accepted. Yet as I walked past this door, I heard sounds coming from inside that aroused my curiosity. Now, I know that eavesdropping isn't the most moral thing to do, but I am only a human being myself.

âžYeah, right", I could hear Xavier's voice say, lowered but not whispering.

âžYeah, I aced it. No way I'm not getting that job. They're eating out of my hand, I'll run that place in no time.

â"â"

I'm keeping an eye on that apartment, once I got some cash we'll move there, just you and me, babe.

â"â"

Hmm-Hmmm.

â"â"

Aimee, darling, you know how sorry I am. I'm never gonna do anything that fucking stupid ever again. It didn't matter, she didn't matter. I'm so fucking happy you're giving me a second chanceâ

â"â"

Huh, really?

â"â"

This Friday?

â"â"

No, it's not a problem. I'm staying with this guy that I knew from school, bit of a weirdo but nice enough of him to let me stay here for a few days.

â"â"

Nah, just him and his sister.

â"â"

Yeah sure, I'll find a way so that we'll have the house just for us that evening. Gonna show you how much I missed you, babeâ".

I took a step back, having heard enough. Even though my brain might not have been in the most conscious state, I was quickly able to figure out the missing parts of the conversation: Xavier's much-discussed ex had given him another chance, and apparently even agreed to come over on Friday to see him. Curios if I could catch any other juicy details, I placed my ear on the plane once again, and quickly heard that they didn't plan on waisting much time talking.

âžOh yeah babe, the moment you're here I'm gonna fuck you so hard with this fat cock you'll beg for mercyâI'm gonna fuck you the way no one else canâ"

I admit, I felt like a pervert, but somehow, it was a good feeling. I don't know what exactly it was about listening to Xavier describing what he was going to do to his girl that aroused me so much, but I began to feel really horny.

I became involved in some sort of voyeuristic fantasy, watching the two having sex through the keyhole, barely noticing the steps I heard coming towards the door. Just before it sprung open, I stepped away, but couldn't reach my room quick enough to escape being seen.

Xavier was almost naked, wearing nothing but an old white shirt thrown over his muscular upper body, his thick, seven-to-eight inches long cut cock fully erect. As he saw me, he half-heartedly covered his crotch with both hands, and shot me an awkward smile.

âžOh, hey MattâEhâCan't sleep either?", he said, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence.

âžHm-Hm", I managed to respond, realising that while I was still wearing some clothing, the bulge formed in my shorts by my stiff cock was without a doubt visible. Suddenly, the situation had become incredibly awkward for both of us.

Without saying a further word, I dashed back into my room, and likewise did he. Suddenly, the heat felt far less oppressive to me, perhaps also because other things now occupied my mind, and I fell asleep quickly.

â"â"

I usually see my work at the shop as a necessary evil at best and as an underpaid drudge that I should never have accepted at worst, but you do make some interesting observations about the human condition there. For example, at some point in summer, certain people seem to become overwhelmed by an impulse to repair their cars, lawnmowers or whatever else they may have; and sales for tools and nuts and bolts double from one week to the next.

I was just re-filling a shelf of fire starters that was quickly pillaged by people wanting to have a nice barbecue on this fine evening when I noticed a silhouette at the end of the isle. Taking a quick look, I felt a pang of annoyance, as I knew that kind of customer all too well: A white woman in her forties, her hair tied back into a strict ponytail, wearing broad sunglasses even indoors â" the type that seems to come in just to find something to complain about, who will demand to see your superior if you cannot fulfil her outrageous demands. As she approached me, I acted as if I were busy.

âžYoung man", she said in a rather pleasant, deep voice, forcing me to turn towards her, âžI'd like to paint some garden furniture, could you tell me what kind of paint I'd need for that?".

Feeling relieved that she seemed friendlier than I had feared, I looked at her more closely: She was a truly good looking woman, wearing a white top that covered her sizeable breasts just tightly enough to produce a slight outline of her nipples, coupled with the type of pants that one might call mom-jeans which graciously accentuated her figure. She was far from a schoolgirl, but exactly that maturity and ripeness made her so attractive, which she seemed to be very aware of. If she has kids, it would be no surprise if their friends were more interested in her than girls their own age. Yet there was something about her that felt strange to me, even if I couldn't put my finger on it.

âžHmm", I responded, âžthat really depends on what kind of wood you've got".

The lady gave me what I could discern to be a look of slight confusion, in spite of her dark glasses covering most of her face.

âžWell, I really have no idea", she admitted to me.

I concluded that any sort of oil-based paint would probably be what she was looking for, and lead her to where she could find it. It was only after she had thanked me and I had walked away, admittedly staring at her ass for a while, that I realised from where I knew her.

â"â"

Only a few days prior, I was getting ready to leave for work while Hannah was upstairs showering. Absent-mindedly, I stared over to the paused game screen she had left on the TV and noticed a flash of light coming from the couch. I walked over, seeing that my sister had left her phone lying there.

All I caught was a glimpse before the screen went dark again, but it was enough to capture my attention. She had received a message, consisting of a picture with a single line of text.

The image showed a woman, looking old enough to be her mother, using one hand to hold up her phone against a mirror and the other to raise her top, letting her big, pale breasts marbled by bluish veins hang freely. Her face was only depicted half, and showed a devious smile.

âžKids r out, pls come over. Neeeeeed your fat cock", the text read.

In that moment, curiosity and horniness overtook reason and morality, and I decided to see more. Luckily, Hannah's wasn't all too creative concerning passwords, and once I had typed in her birthdate, I had access to the rest of the conversation.

The previous message the woman had sent showed her lying naked on a bed, her legs spread, using two fingers to shove aside her labia, the bright pink of her nails matching the colour of the insides of her wet pussy. It was a truly arousing photo, showing a woman more than willing to be stretched out and bred by big cock.

âžSince you fucked me my hsuband feels so small. must see ya again :-)"

Hannah's response came quick.

âžDamn I'm gonna ruin ur cunt. I'll make u cum so hard u will forget about ur man"

I scrolled up, seeing the first message the woman had sent to my sister. It was a short video, showing her lower body while wearing a violet thong, turning around and shaking her posterior, causing her mature flesh to giggle in a wonderful way. As she reached down to turn off the camera, I once again saw that devilish, arousing smile.

âžHey girl", the text next to it read, âžwe had so much fun that night, I can't stop thinking about you. Need to see you again 3 3".

Hannah answered by sending her a picture, showing her monstrous, half-erect cock lying on a table like an overfed snake, and it didn't take me long to realise that this was the same piece of furniture I ate breakfast on that day. Damn, sister.

âžLOl, you married sluts really r addicted to my cock right? Once Im done here Ill come over and wreck u again. Might knok u up too since u know I don't pull out :-)", she wrote.

âžoh JEESUS!!!", the lady simply responded.

â"â"

A while later, I saw that woman again, and she shot me a smile â" the smile I knew so well from her correspondence with Hannah â" before walking over to the checkout. My face went red, luckily only after she had left, thinking how shocked she would be if I asked her about that little, heart-shaped birthmark on her upper left thighâ

Notes:

Hello folks, sorry for the wait. Chapter 8 will follow soon. See ya.

Chapter 8

Notes:

Hello folks, just two quick things:

1. You might have noticed that I have changed the title of this story. The one one was more or less just a placeholder, I think the new one is far more fitting and appealing.
2. I cannot promise that I'll have much time to write in the near future, though I will definitely try to continue this story. There are still a few idea that I'd like to include at some point in the future.

Having said that, I hope y'all enjoy this new chapter. Cheers.

Chapter Text

That bus station was a rather grimy place: The singular wall behind me was smeared with layers upon layers of drab graffiti that reminded me of paintings in some prehistoric cave, the bench I was sitting on consisted of nothing but bent metal tubes for easy cleaning, here and there stuck with a fossilised wad of chewing gum. I was almost alone, the only other person being a somewhat disheveled looking guy sleeping at the other end of the shelter. The heat of the day had not yet died down, so I used a newspaper I had found lying there to fan some air into my sweaty face while mentally reviewing the events that had led me to this place.

After that oh-so-awkward nocturnal encounter, I saw Xavier again the next morning, seeming a bit more restrained and distant than usual. He began to tell me about his conversation with Aimee the night before, putting me in a strange position as I didn't know if he was aware that I had been eavesdropping on him, but I simply acted as if this was all new information to me. In the end, he asked me if he could have the house for himself and his girlfriend on Friday evening, as she would use a break in her internship to pay him a visit. I responded that that shouldn't be a problem, and he put his hand on my shoulder as a gesture of brotherly appreciation, thanking me multiple times for being such a great friend.

But things turned out to be a bit more complicated than that. The prior evening, Xavier came home from work visually frustrated and angered, and he quickly revealed to me that despite his best efforts, he would have to prove his loyalty and diligence to his new employer by working overtime on that day he had planned to spend with his sweetheart. As he was unable to pick her up once she had arrived, he asked me to do so, stressing that this would be the last time that he demanded such an outrageous favour from me since he would soon move out. I obliged, seeing no reason not to help him.

I could hear the bus approaching in the distance, being steered into the lay-by and coming to a halt with a grinding sound. The hydraulic door sprung open, and out stepped a girl carrying a duffel bag.

âžHey Aimee, I'm Matt", I said, and the girl responded with a broad, bright smile.

All in all, we didn't talk much on the way back home. I asked her a handful of trivial questions about herself and our mutual friend after we had gotten into the car, and I quickly realised how intelligent she was, being a law student after all; and likewise did she inquire some basic facts about me, but after a while, we fell silent. I felt nervous, not only because I am an awkward guy who is generally anxious in the presence of women, but also because of how unsettlingly attractive she was.

Aimee was about as tall as me, with a lean figure. Her ink-black hair fell down to her shoulders, framing a face that was perfectly proportioned, her skin clear and bright, a small golden cross on a necklace hanging over her chest. She was wearing a black skirt that was almost dangerously brief, covering only the most lewd parts of her thick, pale thighs and firmly encasing her round posterior. Her top likewise left most of her belly uncovered, and the thin black straps over her shoulders seemed to almost tear at any given moment due to the strain put on them by the size of her breasts.

Xavier had shown me many photos of her on his phone, some even depicting her in rather skimpy clothing, but I assumed that her unusually buxom figure was only the result of the well-chosen angles those images were taken from, even though I had already realised that she was extraordinarily hot back then. Now, sitting next to her, I had to admit that I had been wrong, and that her breasts really were as big as Xavier had described them. Stretching out the top striped in black and white to its absolute limit, her tits far exceeded the DD bra size that was commonly seen as huge, easily extending into a rarely-seen E- or even a monstrous F-cup.

As we drove home, I tried to concentrate on the traffic and the road ahead, and not be distracted by those massive mounds of soft pale flesh that heaved and jiggled with every little bump we hit. They were firm and full, yet showed that certain form of droopiness that proved them to be wholly natural, and not just the work of a skilled surgeon and rich parents ready to cover the expenses. Aimee was truly blessed by nature, and I fully understood why Xavier considered himself incredibly lucky to have her.

Once we had reached the neighbourhood, I felt somewhat shabby, thinking that I should have more to offer to a girl of her class, even if it were only for a few hours. I led her into the house, showed her around a bit, and told her to feel at home. With every passing second I spent with her, I felt my affection growing, and was almost glad that she and Xavier would leave soon, as I might very well have fallen for her if she was here for much longer.

I offered everything I had to make her more comfortable, which wasn't all too much, but she even refused me bringing her a glass of water, thanking me instead with a smile and telling me that I had already done enough for her and her boyfriend. Later, I realised that she might have perceived my behaviour as overly affectionate and annoying, maybe even creepy, but I was too overwhelmed by her presence to notice.

After asking if there was anything I could do for her one last time, I left. It may seem irresponsible to let a woman you have only met an hour ago into your house and then even going as far as leaving her unsupervised, but I trusted Xavier not to play any foul tricks on me, and furthermore, I expected him to come back soon anyway. I knew I couldn't stay, as me hanging out in the house while the two were planning on having some private time together would have been more than inappropriate, and above all in direct violation of my friend's request to be alone with his girlfriend for the evening.

I looked back at the house, thinking about the kind of things that would soon take place in there and trying to suppress the envy I had for Xavier at that moment. I don't go out much, not even on a Friday night like this, being a bit of a homebody weirdo, so I didn't have any plans for the evening so far. Instead, I simply got into the car and drove off, thinking that the best place to figure out my destination would be on the road thereto.

As the suburbs were almost completely devoid of anything other than middle-class housing and the surrounding area generally consisted of little but wastelands and grimy industrial sectors, I drove straight into the city. I crossed many roads, passed through neighbourhoods, aimlessly looking for a place I could spend my evening at.

Eventually, I came across a bar I had been to about one year ago, a flickering neon sign guiding me inside with its ghostly violet glow. I parked not far from the entrance, and stepped into the murky establishment.

Inside, there wasn't much going on. It was quiet enough to have a conversation, with inoffensive music playing somewhere in the background. A group of older man were gathered around a snooker table, the remaining clientele that evening being a handful of loners scattered through the bar sipping on their drinks. I was slightly disappointed, having hoped to find at least one or two women there.

I placed myself on one of the stools in the quiet corner of the bar and began to ruminate on how long it had been since I had spent the night with a girl. In an almost comedic contrast to my sister, all of my sexual encounters until then had been random and brief. I felt a longing for touch, closeness, and intimacy overwhelming me, and realised that I wouldn't be able to find fulfilment here.

So, I decided to leave this place and try my luck somewhere else, someplace more lively and less depressing, but first I went to take a leak, trying to motivate myself into being more confident on the way there. Worse looking people than me got laid in the past, I repeated over and over in my mind.

While standing in front of that urinal, I tried to decipher a message someone had smeared on the tiles with what appeared to be a sharpie. Yet when I pulled up my zipper, mentally already in a completely different place, I noticed that something wasn't right.

â"â"

It was only after I had promised Xavier that he could have the house for himself and his beloved when the most glaring problem became obvious to me. While me coming into a room and seeing Aimee bare from head to toe would be highly awkward, Hannah stumbling into the same situation would be downright dangerous; a bit like walking through a yard full of starving dogs while wearing a ribeye around your neck. It was clear that I had to make sure that my sister was as far away as possible that evening.

Luckily, it wasn't too difficult to look through her. On my way back from work, I took a quick detour and stopped at a nearby cinema. A Morris column informed me which films would be playing, and I skimmed through the list, discovering that as a pure stroke of luck, on Friday evening two movies would be shown that were just Hannah's taste of quick-paced action and silly comedy. I bought tickets, surprised how easily I had been able to solve this problem, and put them into my wallet.

After the end of my shift on that Friday, I went home before picking up Aimee and encountered Hannah. I made up a somewhat believable story, telling her that the tickets were a gift from a workmate, and asked her if she wanted to have them since I would be unable to go myself. My sister seemed delighted, saying that she had planned to go watch those movies anyway and thanking me for being so incredibly generous. Her trust in me was fully intact, not questioning my motives for even one second, and I myself didn't feel any guilt over deceiving her, since it was only a minor fib that wouldn't disadvantage her in any way.

And there it was. My wallet, containing all my cash and my cards, lying on the kitchen table, left there when I handed those tickets over to Hannah. I felt like slapping myself for being such an idiot, but I knew that wouldn't have helped in any way.

I left the bar, frustrated that it took me this long to realise my stupid mistake, but also feeling glad that I had noticed before ordering anything, and drove off. My vague hope of picking someone up in a different bar began to fade, but I knew that I should at least try to retrieve the wallet. If I saw Xavier's car in front of the house, I would keep driving, but otherwise I would sneak inside and get it.

As it turned out, Xavier hadn't returned yet. The sun was slowly setting over the neighbourhood, coating the houses, trees and fences in a gloomy reddish light. I parked my car a few streets away in an attempt to not immediately draw too much attention towards me.

I didn't knock on the door â" it was my house after all, and I had some hope that I could sneak in, quickly retrieve what I needed and get out again without her noticing, trying instead to concentrate on those fun things this night could still have in store for me and how I could reach them.

I found the living room to be empty, though the lights were still on, so I concluded that Aimee would have to be in some other part of the house, maybe in the bathroom to prepare for the arrival of her lover. There was nothing that should have worried or unnerved me itself, yet I felt a strange aura of dread, some distant reverberation of trouble incoming. It took me a while to figure out that it was a smell; the odour of fresh sweat seemed to be omnipresent. And then some strange impulse, some imp of the perverse, guided me up the stairs in an attempt to locate its source.

Walking through the hallway, I found the door to our new-made guest room slightly ajar, a wedge of light shining into the darkness outside. I wish I had stopped there, I wish I had returned downstairs and driven off, or at least that I could find some way to blur my memory of what I had seen in there. But back then, I had no idea that I was walking straight into a disaster.

Hannah had returned.

How could it have been otherwise â" apparently there was no calamity in my life that she was absent from. She did go see that movie, but found it too boring and ended up leaving. Instead of calling me to pick her up as I had expected, she decided that it would be best not to bother me, and chose to run those few miles home, getting some exercise thereby as well. While this was a cinch for someone as inhumanly fit as her, it put her under just enough strain to explain the smell of sweat that I had perceived. And of course, she noticed Aimee, and likewise did Aimee notice her.

â"â"

The room that once was my sister's was furnished only sparsely, offering nothing but an air mattress on the floor and a small, wooden table I had found in the attic on which Xavier had stacked his clothing. A single lightbulb hung from the celling, casting down a beam of cold, hard light.

The moment I peeked inside, Hannah was undressing, pulling off her top and throwing it into the corner. Encased by those sharp shadows, her upper body looked as if hewn from marble, each and every bulging vein or muscle seeming to be as hard as tempered steel. Bending her knees, she lowered her head in order to kiss the girl standing in front of her, sealing her lips and pushing her tongue down her throat. Aimee, who seemed anxious and frightened just the second before, now closed her eyes and appeared to lose her body tonicity almost completely as strong, broad hands laid themselves on her torso and quickly began to firmly grab her, moving upwards to roughly fondle her massive breasts before encircling her body almost completely. Hannah lifted the girl up seemingly without any effort, letting her feet dangle more than a foot above the ground as she continued to passionately plunge her tongue into her mouth.

The bulge down my sister's pants became more pronounced and monstrous by the second, and it seemed that even through the denim texture, I could clearly see the thickest vein running along the unbelievable length. Aimee shuddered as her body was pressed against the constantly growing clothed cock, but she seemed unable to struggle even the littlest bit against the overwhelming strength of Hannah's embrace.

As their lips separated and left only a long bridge of spit between them, she pulled off Aimee's top with a single swift movement and threw it over her shoulder, revealing a black bra that only barely managed to contain her breasts, leaving the upper part of her large, dark areola uncovered. Hannah's face turned into a manic smile as she laid sight on this glorious vista.

Aimee hesitantly averted her gaze, looking at the door for a second without noticing me hiding in the darkness just outside. Her face was blushing brightly, showing uncertainty and shame; but her body betrayed her arousal, pressing her thighs against each other and shaking softly in the powerful, searing grasp.

With an incidental movement of her right hand, Hannah opened Aimee's bra, letting it fall to her feet, and her breasts dropped forth, pulled down by their own weight, yet staying so full and firm due to her body's general tightness and youth.

Hannah seemed delighted, immediately grabbing and roughly kneading those mounds of soft, pale flesh, causing a low moan to escape her partner's throat. Stopping for just a heartbeat, she pulled off her own bra, unveiling firm breast with brown, hard nipples.

As if she was trying to calm the girl shaking in fear in front of her down, Hannah began to softly caress her stomach, staring deeply into her eyes â" but this moment of tenderness was ephemeral, as she didn't wait long to push her back, causing her to squeal in surprise and fall onto the air mattress that her boyfriend had slept on the previous night.

With both hands now, Hannah pulled down her pants to her ankles, and her cock sprung free with the force and the speed of a swung baseball bat. Aimee's eyes widened in terror and disbelieve, staring at this rock-hard piece of engorged meat longer than her forearm, covered in throbbing veins and glistening at the tip due to the constant stream of precum welling forth from the slit. Her mouth fell open, her lips shaking, paralysed by fear yet overwhelmed by a sense of lust that wouldn't have allowed her to leave even if she had been capable.

Hannah laid her hand on the girl's knee, sliding it downward until she could grab her skirt and pull it off with one shift movement, before using it to effortlessly spread her legs, revealing a grey slip that was soaked in wetness. My sister dropped to her knees, casting her shadow over her partner trembling in fear and lust.

She didn't even bother taking off this last piece of Aimee's clothing, simply tearing it away like wrapping paper instead. Before she could react in any way, Hannah had lowered her head and laid her lips on the girls', sealing her mouth. My sister's cock throbbed only a few handbreadths away, a gigantic missile ready to strike and annihilate its target.

Aimee's pussy was a thing of beauty, a tight narrow slit reamed by a bright pink labia, her clitoris throning above like a small strawberry. Slowly, Hannah lowered her crotch, until finally the very tip of her cock touched the wet lips of her hole. And maybe it was just my experience, but I was quite sure that some part of Aimee's mind that wasn't overwhelmed by lust or paralysed by terror was aware that there was no going back now, that she wouldn't be the girl she was before, after this fateful night.

â"â"

Hannah pushed forth her hips, forcing the tip of her titanic cock into a hole that seemed to be not even half as broad. Aimee groaned in pain, throwing back her head as her pussy was stretched beyond its limits. The girl penetrating her pulled her cock out, only to thrust it in again a second later, ramming it a finger-breadth deeper this time. Holding her tightly by the waist, she began to break into the girl little by little with each movement.

It took her a few minutes to force to first handful of inches in, but once Aimee's hole had been stretched enough to accept the enormous girth of Hannah's cock, something strange happened. The sounds escaping from her throat turned from yelps of pain to moans of intense pleasure, and each thrust now made a wet, squelching sound â" inside of her, vaginal moisture began to merge with the constantly increasing amount of precum leaking from the tip, creating ample lube to ease in more and more of that monstrous cock.

It didn't take long for Aimee to have her first orgasm. With only a few inches of inhumanly thick cock inserted into her, she clenched her legs around Hannah's hips, her lower body shaking as she came. A gush of clear liquid squirted from her stretched-out pussy, splashing against Hannah's abdominal muscles and running down her legs, emitting a squeal of pleasure. But my sister didn't think about giving her even a heartbeat to rest or enjoy her climax, only increasing her pace and drilling deeper into her body instead. Aimee's orgasm was drawn out, continuously quivering as the sounds escaping from her throat turned into a long, breathy moan.

I cannot rely on anything but my imperfect inner clock, but I am confident to say that her first climax lasted for at least half a minute, maybe even twice that long, and after it had finished, she let her head fall back in utter exhaustion as waves of pleasure continued to rush through her body. Hannah continued her brutal assault without mercy, smudging her face between the girl's massive breasts that jiggled and shook with every powerful thrust, licking and covering the pale clear skin in kisses before beginning to suck on her erect nipples. Aimee's moaning became louder and shriller as time went on, with singular words only occasionally passing her lips between yelps and groans of pleasure.

Hannah was quick to ruin the girl, stretching her once-tight pussy into a taught sleeve around her cock and roughly thrusting into areas that no one else had reached so far. The image of Xavier's cock flashed before my eyes, and I saw how effortlessly Hannah surpassed him, giving her more pleasure than he would have ever been capable of, with so many inches of absurdly girthy, veiny cock still waiting to be forced into her.

âžJesusfuckingchrist", I heard her growl in-between those moans and yelps of carnal bliss, âžyou're so fu-fucking big, you're so fuh-hing deep, I'm go-goâ"".

Aimee's voice trailed off into a wordless yell of pleasure, stemming from the back of her throat, as the second orgasm ripped through her body. Lasting at least as long as the first one and seeming to even surpass it in intensity, it left her in a state that appeared to be almost delirious; her face reflecting a mind ravaged by pleasure far beyond anything it had experienced before. Physically, Hannah was breaking the girl's body, stretching her so far beyond her limits and changing her in ways that may be permanent, or at least long lasting, but mentally, she might have been doing far more damage. There is a point where every mind breaks down, leaving nothing but the most base desires and instincts, and my sister was rapidly rushing Aimee beyond that border whereafter only animalistic ecstasy and lustful madness lie.

As the constant stream of moans and growls of pleasure became louder, coarser and less articulate, Hannah had already managed to force most of her cock into the poor girl's hole, causing a pronounced bulge to appear just slightly below her navel. Yet this position, towering above the girl like a dog mating with a bitch, didn't allow her to showcase the full amount of brutality she was capable of.

Hannah, her face showing the most devious and lewd of smiles, suddenly ceased to penetrate the girl lying on the air mattress, and crawled a step back, withdrawing her cock until it slid out of Aimee's pussy with a wet, plopping sound, leaving behind a gaping hole dripping with liquid. The girl raised her head in surprise, her glassy eyes and dazed expression proving that she was already deeply submerged in inhuman pleasure, the world around her having collapsed into nothing but Hannah's steel-hard body and all of her desires all melting into the need to continue getting fucked by that monstrous, girth-y cock.

Placing her iron grip around the girl's waist once again, Hannah stood up and raised Aimee with her, causing her to emit a delirious squeal. For a moment, the two could stare into each other's eyes at an even level, as her feet dangled more than a foot above the ground, a stream of clear liquid flowing from her stretched-out hole over her thighs and eventually dripping down to the floor.

As if any further proof of her titanic strength was needed, Hannah took her right hand off the girl's body, holding her with the left one only as if she were as light as a pillow, grabbing her cock and straightening it upwards with the extremity now free. Aimee spread her legs instinctively, some part of her intoxicated brain fully aware of what was about to happen.

With agonising slowness, she lowered the girl's body, and the tip of her cock slid easily into the now well-lubricated and stretched-out hole. Emitting a low, sonorant groan, Aimee was impaled on my sister's monstrous member, forcing a few of the remaining inches inside her and causing the bulge in her stomach to swell and move upwards.

Aimee was so ravaged, so over-stimulated with bestial pleasure that the simple act of Hannah placing her hand firmly on her side caused her to shudder and a gush of clear fluid to flow from her pussy. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't looking anywhere; her mind long lost in sexual ecstasy, a state similar to total drunken stupor but without ingesting even a single drop of alcohol.

Hannah dragged the girl up, only to push her down a heartbeat later while buckling her hips upwards, causing Aimee to scream as the cock slid deeper inside her. Just like that, she began fucking the girl mid-air, withdrawing and inserting more of her member with each thrust, while constantly increasing her pace. Soon, she had bottomed out, somehow forcing far more than a foot into such a lean and (formerly) tight girl; and I began to hear the sound of her wet, ruined pussy slapping against Hannah's crotch with each time their bodies collided.

It didn't take long for her to reach a frightening level of speed and roughness, using the girl like a cheap, disposable sex toy, throwing her body around as if it were nothing but a weightless doll. Aimee's limbs, incapable of countering anything against the brutal abuse she was enduring, flopped around uselessly, her breasts slapping wetly against her stomach with every violent thrust. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair drenched into long strands sticking to her skin, her face showing a complete state of empty bliss, smiling deliriously as her eyes wandered aimlessly. The sounds she emitted became louder, coarser and wilder as time went on, soon turning into a constant stream of wordless ecstatic screaming as her mind was fucked out of her body. The last words I could discern coming out of her mouth that evening were:

âžâdon'tâstopâcan'tâstop"

Usually, I would interpret this as a command towards Hannah to keep fucking her, but I knew that no such order was necessary. Instead, it was more of a determination in the face of overwhelming animalistic bliss. Seeing her body trembling and an almost constant stream of liquid streaming from her pussy being splashed through the room through the violence of my sister's thrusts, the true meaning was clear to me: I can't stop cumming.

Orgasms now came in such quick succession that they seemed to blend into one another, elevating her to levels of mindless pleasure that completely shut down her brain. An intelligent young girl, a bright college student with her whole future ahead, a faithful girlfriend looking to reconciliation with her former partner â" all of this collapsed in the process, leaving behind nothing but a mindless cocksleeve, a tool for Hannah to fuck until she was satisfied, fill up with loads of cum, and then throw away. Looking into her face, I saw nothing but a void, a representation of a mind turned into mush, annihilated in such a short time by Hannah's inhuman cock.

My sister herself had become a machine, moving at such a speed and showing such strength that she appeared wholly inhuman. She was sweating too, though significantly less than her stuporous partner, every vein on her muscular body seeming to bulge out with power. While her partner was yelling in mindless ecstasy, she remained calm, only slightly grunting while biting down on her lips. I knew that while her endurance was monstrous, she was coming close her her own climax.

As she continuously fucked Aimee into nothing but a brainless cocksleeve, I noticed how Hannah's breathing deepened, concentrated on not losing control too early. Listening to the cacophony of the sound of wet bodies slapping against one another with brute force, she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the last moments before the great finale.

With one swift, brutal movement, Hannah ceased fucking the girl, instead thrusting her hips upwards while violently pushing her body down, ramming her cock deeper inside than it ever has been, causing a horrifying, monstrous bulge to tent up far above her belly button, looking like some sort of abdominal parasite was about to burst out of her stomach. With her last bit of consciousness remaining, Aimee look down on her own destroyed body â" yet her faced showed none of the horror that would be expected at such a harrowing sight, but rather a grin of mindless, perverted pleasure.

Aimee's mind broke down completely a heartbeat later, letting her head fall back and her limbs hang down flimsily. Hannah let out a deep, resonant drone; a growl coming from somewhere deep inside, as she came for the first time that evening. Even from the hallway, I could see the base of her cock throbbing as incredible amounts of thick, virile semen were pushed through her urethra. Still holding the girl in an iron grip, she pulled her up a few inches only to immediately push her down again, getting the most pleasure out of her new-made sex toy while continuing to fill her up with cum.

Although it seemed that the pussy stretched tautly around Hannah's cock would seal the girl's body like a rubber lid, thick streams of viscous semen soon began to trail down her legs, as she kept pumping cum into a womb that has long been filled to its limit. The amount was so surreal, so far about anything a human being should be able to produce, and it was all being shot directly into the deepest core of the her body, flooding each and every nook and niche of her insides with virile, pungent seed.

Slowly, Hannah's orgasm began to subside, the throbbing of her cock becoming weaker and her muscles starting to unclench. Opening her eyes again, she pulled the girl off her cock, letting the monstrous shaft slide out of that ruined hole until her fat glans popped out, followed by a flood of semen and vaginal liquid pouring out over her legs and splashing onto the floor.

Like a discarded toy, Hannah dropped the unconscious girl, letting her land limply on the air mattress like a human rag doll. Aimee's eyes were open, but her mind was long gone, her eyes staring dimly into nothingness. Still, Hannah's cock was not yet done, hanging about her like a sword raised and ready to strike, continuing to spurt out smaller clods of cum, each still bigger than a normal man's ejaculation, that splashed all over her body, the plastic surface around her, the wall behind, and one or two drops even hit and soiled the stack of clothing lying on the small table to their left.

The state my sister had left Aimee's pussy in was almost indescribably. Formerly a tight, petit hole, it now resembled a chasm, a gaping pink hole, stretched beyond recognition and leaking forth a constant stream of viscous, white cum. Her tits, like the rest of her body, were likewise splashed with semen now, covering the bruises that dotted her body after this brutal treatment, including her face, where it mixed with her tears.

Watching her cock slowly deflate from an inhuman tower of meat into a semi-hard, fat trunk, Hannah looked down on the completely broken down girl lying at her feet. Her facial expression was odd: Smiling devilishly, yet also shaking her head slightly as if in disapproval.

âžDamn girl", I heard her say in a voice that sounded almost â" dare I say it â" affectionate, âžthat was a fun ride, dontcha think? Bit disappointed though that you gave up so quickly. Thought that someone with tits that fat would be able to properly take dick".

Hannah giggled for a heartbeat over her last remark like the innocent little girl I sometimes fallaciously believed her to be, and I was finally able to escape her grip. During this whole scene, I had felt as if I was paralysed, unable to look away for even one second, but now I thankfully became able to control my body again, capable of turning my head and moving my feet. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears, my limbs feeling numb and heavy, my surroundings seeming distant and unreal. I was, to a certain degree at least, in a state of shock.

My memory after that moment is a bit blurry, somehow I managed to walk downstairs without stumbling or falling, guided by some unconscious instinct, but before I left, I perceived one last sentence my sister spoke in that damn accursed room:

âžHmm, we'll continue next time you come here, right? You could bring some friends too, I promise we'll have lots of fun, heh".

The next thing I remember is standing in the kitchen, watching my shaking hand open that cupboard and showing aside the bags of floor and cans of beans. I took the half-full bottle of kirsch I had hidden there for special occasions, and left the house.

I ended the night sitting in my car, turning on the radio to allow me to hear something that isn't my friend's partner being fucked into mindless ecstatic oblivion, taking sip after sip of that liquor, until I finally felt the most merciful sleep overcoming me.

Chapter 9

Notes:

Hey lads, sorry for the long wait. I'd like to say that I was busy but I'll admit that it was mostly just laziness.

Anyway, there's not that much sexual content here, mostly just setup for things to come. Hope y'all enjoy it nevertheless.

Chapter 10 is nearly done and will be released in the next few days. Stay frosty.

Chapter Text

The next morning, I woke up with a dull pain throbbing in my head, unsure how much of the ache was due to the liquor I had gulped down the evening before and how much was due to me spending the night sleeping in an awkward position on my car's front seat. For a moment, I couldn't remember what had led to me getting drunk and ending up in this situation, but my memory quickly returned, hitting me like a splash of cold water.

Warm light shone through the windshield, showing a truly beautiful day outside, but also worsening my headache. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers against my temples, as if that would let the pain subside in any way. The sun had only barely risen above the roofs of the neighbourhood, indicating that it would still take a few hours for the sweltering heat of a late summer day to arrive, and inhabitants here and there began leaving their houses to go after their Saturday business. I heard birds chirping outside and traffic roaring in the distance, an idyllic scene all in all, yet I still felt more like I was being led to my own execution. Well, I guess that's too dramatic.

I turned on the radio for a second to distract myself for a bit, but the country song it played for me seemed almost like a taunt. For a while, I sat in silence, trying to order my thoughts and maybe find a solution for the problems I saw.

Damn, sister. I let my guard down for a moment, and she brutally stabbed me in the back. For only a second or so, I tried to make myself believe that the most optimistic interpretation might be true, that Hannah simply didn't know who Aimee was and that the overly attractive girl didn't tell her either, but that was nothing but wishful thinking and naivety. My sister was aware that she was Xavier's girlfriend, knowing fully well that she was taboo and that any lewd conduct with her would be a completely unacceptable and catastrophic act, and she still did it. Hannah seduced Aimee and abused her body, and now I would have to face the aftermath.

Of course, I felt angry. My sister was nothing but a sex-crazed beast, spending not a second to think about the damage she was doing to her surroundings, as irresponsible and selfish as a little child plundering a cupboard full of candy, only with far, far more serious consequences. And that â" her being simply ignorant of the pain and suffering she inflicted on everyone around her â" was still the less dire interpretation. I didn't like to think about it, but the thought remained that Hannah wasn't just oblivious to the suffering she caused by her actions, but actively enjoyed it. I could live with her being a lewd demon, but having a sadistic psychopath for a sister would have been too much to bear.

I remained in the car for a while, thinking about what to do next. I concluded that I had to confront Hannah as soon as possible, making it clear that what she had done was completely unacceptable, and that her behaviour had to change. I had avoided scolding her in the past as much as possible, both due to my timid personality and the unconditional love and trust she had for me, but I knew that if she continued to act that way, that awful night with Aimee would soon be overshadowed by some calamity of a far greater extent â" and I was tired already of dealing with her shenanigans before.

I got out of the car, feeling a pleasant breeze that seemed cool compared to the heat of the last few days, and crossed the few streets that laid between my parking spot and the house. At the corner, I stopped, and peeped out from behind the hedge.

Xavier's car stood in the parkway with its motor running, making my own seem small and shabby in comparison. On the passenger's seat, I saw Aimee. Although I was looking at her from a distance, I could still discern a few telling things. She was wearing an unusually conservative blouse, especially for that heat, showing little skin below her neckline, and I wasn't unreasonable to assume that she tried to hide the bruises she had received in her night of brutal abuse. Her eyes were staring at nothing in particular, her face seeming so aloof and distant, as if she was on some sort of drug. I knew that the effects of spending a couple of hours with Hannah lasted for at the very least a few days, with some physical and mental damages lingering on for far longer, and even becoming permanent changes for some.

The house door swung open, and Xavier stepped outside, carrying a duffel bag. His demeanour had changed fundamentally, his personality that just yesterday seemed so upbeat and confident now replaced by one that was withdrawn and gloomy. Even from my hiding spot, I felt like I could discern circles under his eyes, looking at least as tired as I was.

Placing the bag on the backseat, he directed a few words at Aimee and forced a pained smile, but she barely responded by turning her head and nodding slightly. On his face, I saw an expression of barely-concealed agony, and immediately began feeling bad for him.

I saw him getting into the car, hesitating for a moment as if he was unsure if he had made the right decision, and driving off. Still at a save distance, I clenched my fist in anger, being brutally reminded of what my sister had done and what the consequences were. I felt a bit guilty over letting the chance to talk to Xavier pass by, but considering his mood and my experience with those affected by Hannah's behaviour, it wasn't unlikely that the confrontation would end with his fist being smashed into my face. Once again, I felt like a coward, just like the night before when I became a voyeur but didn't step in to stop the madness taking place right in front of me. But not anymore â" now the time had come to be frank and finally set some facts straight.

I crossed the street, feeling full of energy and ready to deliver a sermon of righteous anger. Mentally, I was trying to arrange my words as I entered the house, where I called my sister â" repeating her name a multiple times, raising the volume with each iteration. No response. Somewhat dumbfounded, I went into the basement and took a short peek into every room, but found nothing.

Goddamnit, I thought as I came to rest in the kitchen, sighing with resignation. That brat not only caused unprecedented trouble this time, but even had the audacity to evade me afterwards. I groaned in anger, both at my sister's escapades and my inability to deal with the situation. Simply put, everything seemed to suck.

Knowing Hannah, I expected her to hide somewhere for a while until she would assume that I had calmed down, and as she was doubtlessly well aware that what she had done could not easily be forgiven with a sly smile and an appeal to brotherly love, I expected her to be gone for a few days. I felt stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea, waiting for something uncomfortable to happen, but most of all, just wanting it to be over.

Defeated, I decided that I should try to relax and enjoy some calm normality before the next calamity struck and revealed some new depth of depravity to me. But first of all, I had to apply a bit of scrutiny to avoid any nasty surprises, at least for a few hours.

I stood a while in front of the door leading to Hannah's room, knowing full well that I was alone but still feeling her presence like a poltergeist haunting the hallway. It opened with a croak, and I saw that it was empty.

I realised that someone, either my sister or Xavier â" and I was almost completely sure that I could exclude the former â" had cleaned the room, leaving it empty except for the small wooden table that stood in the corner. The air mattress and any other signs of Xavier's stay were gone, and at first glance nothing seemed to indicate that anything unusual had happened at this place, until I saw the drops and smears of some fluids on the upper parts of the walls and even the celling. My unfortunate guest must have eventually realised that this was a hopeless endeavour and given up, although I still felt rather thankful for him even trying.

Most of that Saturday was rather uneventful. I spent the majority of it lounging around on the couch and watching tv, cooked some pasta at noon, and afterwards resumed trying to distract myself with some cheesy daytime soaps. I thought about masturbating, but my mind seemed to have other priorities, and I could hardly focus on anything lewd or arousing. Sitting up, I felt something poking my thigh, and pulled out a condom wrapper stuck between the cushions. It was such a monstrous thing, barely fitting into my palm and ripped open in a moment of ecstatic wildness. On the golden plastic surface, a whole sequence of X's preceded a singular L, and I almost felt like being taunted by fate.

Later the same day, I took the car to buy some groceries, and as I came back, I saw that the sky had darkened considerably, and I thought I could hear distant thunder. Being just across the street from my house, thinking that a storm may soon arrive, something unusual happened.

Just for a moment, I stood on the sidewalk, perhaps lost in thought or just affected by the aftershock of what I had experienced the night before, and suddenly I perceived some movement on the edge of my field of view. Something bumped into me at the height of my legs, hitting me with enough force to throw me to the ground. The paper bag flew out of my hands, I landed roughly on the pavement, and with my face on the floor I saw a tangerine rolling across the street.

In front of me, a young boy appeared, perhaps just old enough to enter elementary school, with short auburn hair and a slight mischievous smile on this face.

âžSowwy mistah", he said while looking down to me, before almost immediately starting to giggle wildly. Behind him, a girl stood that looked too similar to him in build and hue to be anything but his twin sister, seeming equally delighted by my misfortune. After a few seconds, they looked at each other and ran off.

Goddamn, I thought to myself. First I got screwed over by my younger sister because I was incapable of controlling her, and now I was being defeated by some little kids. I felt rather pathetic, a weakling equally likely to be laughed at or pitted.

Just as I was trying to get back on my feet, I heard hurried footsteps rapidly approaching me. A slender, bespectacled man in his mid-to-late thirties came running up to me, his facial expression showing his deep shock.

âžOh God, I'm so sorry!", he said, extending his hand to help me get up again. Standing next to him and still being unsure what had actually happened, I realised that I had seen him before, although I could not say where.

âžTyler! Emma! Come back here immediately and apologise!", he shouted in the direction the kids had ran off, but both had long disappeared behind some hedge and left earshot. The man kept staring into the distance with a concerned look on his face, before dropping to his knees to aid me in gathering my scattered groceries.

As we both crawled on the dusty sidewalk, he continuously tried to apologise and explain himself to me, only stopping occasionally to show an awkward smile, and almost tempting me to tell him to shut up and leave me alone. Trying to be friendly and knowing that it certainly wasn't his fault, I simply replied that he shouldn't worry about me.

From his incessant monologuing, I could soon confirm my assumption that I had seen him before. He had recently moved into this neighbourhood, he told me, buying a nice house for himself and his family just a few streets from mine. The way he was dressed seemed professional to me, and combined with his generally anxious and nerdy demeanour, I imagined him being an office worker or perhaps a developer of some kind. All in all, he came off as a nice enough person to me, although his overreaction had begun to annoy me.

âžDamn, you're bleeding", he exclaimed, pointing at a small gash at my elbow that I would have most likely overlooked. I thanked him for his help and told him that it was really nothing, but he insisted that patching the wound was the least thing he could do. Having no plans for the rest of the day and in desperate need for some distraction, I agreed.

On the way back to his house, he introduced himself as Mark and began to give me some details on his current situation. The twins were hard enough to control when his wife was present, but with her visiting some relatives at the other end of the country and only returning at the start of the next week, it seemed like an impossible endeavour. Even with a babysitter to look after the hyperactive pair while he was away at work, it still seemed to him that had barely enough time to apologise or fix them mess they had caused before some new mischief occurred somewhere else. With a slight smile, he told me how much he was looking forward for the day their mother came back, as she was the only one who could sustainably tame them. Having seen the twins for only a few seconds, I was inclined to agree with him.

The place he led me to was a stately house surrounded by a spacious garden, confirming my assumption that his salary had to be far better than mine. The furniture inside looked mostly new and costly, although some pieces already showed clear signs of mistreatments; ripped-open pillows, chairs with broken armrests and colourfully stained carpets proved that the two brats hardly showed better behaviour when they were at home.

While disinfecting the wound (despite my objections that it really wasn't necessary) he told me about his job as a software engineer, and especially about his wife Vee, stressing how much he loved her and how glad he was to have someone as beautiful as her. Eventually, the topic of our conversation shifted back to the unruly kids, and I began to feel some sort of kinship with him. I told him about the problems I had with my little sister, leaving out any unusual details and describing her as any other difficult and stubborn teenage girl. It felt good to have someone to talk to, even if I had to keep quiet about certain things to avoid alienating him, and after he opened that nice bottle of gin, I felt as if I could finally relax.

Just as I had left his house to return home, a light drizzle began to fall that soon turned into a torrential rain accompanied by strong wind. As I stepped inside, I was drenched, although I was glad that I had arrived before the storm had become too intense. Leaving the grocery bag in the kitchen, I heard the TV running.

The living room was mostly dark, but the pale light emitted by the screen was enough to illuminate the figure lying on the couch. At first, Hannah didn't even notice me, her hair hanging over one armrest and her legs extending far over the other, still wearing her sneakers. Only as I stepped closer did she turn her head and show me an apologetic smile.

âžOh Matty, you're â" you're back", she said while reaching for the remote.

âžHey, where have you â"âž

âžDon't you dare act so innocent", I roughly interrupted her, âžOr do you really think I'm that stupid? I know what you did, Hannah, I know what happened between you and Aimee. Did you really think that I wouldn't notice, that I'd just ignore it? You knew she was his girl, yet you still did it. My god, what went through your head? You harmed her, you harmed Xavier, and above all you harmed me. But that doesn't matter to you, does it? All that you care about is your own damn pleasure, no matter how much damage you do, how much pain you cause to those around you. I thought you had changed, Hannah, but I was an idiot to assume that. You're still the same irresponsible, selfish child you've always been, and I don't know what to do with you anymore. I just don't".

At the beginning of my sermon, my voice was loud and clear, but towards the end it was almost creaking. Hannah didn't say a word, just staring at me with a facial expression of pure shock instead. I sighed, trying to clean my throat.

âžAlright, I'm damn tired today, I'm going upstairs now. There's some food left in the fridge if you're hungry. Goodnight, sister".

â"â"

Outside, the rain had turned into a steady deluge that clattered against the roof and flooded the gardens and dusty streets of the neighbourhood. I heard thunder rolling like a low-flying plane and lightning flashing through the drawn curtains. Finally, the air had cooled down, and after those days of relentless heat, I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my back. Still, I couldn't sleep.

After that sermon, I wanted to get away from my sister as quick as possible. I hurried upstairs, but before I could close the door behind me, I heard a strange noise coming from the living room. It was a distant weeping, not loud or theatrical, but too clear and distinct to be ignored as anything else.

I felt guilty, asking myself if I had been too harsh. No, I assured myself, what she had done was absolutely unacceptable even compared to the long list of misdeeds she had already committed, and my rough reaction was more than justified. At the same time, it was clear that I had hurt her, apparently to a far greater degree than I had intended. If I could say anything about Hannah, it would be that she loved and trusted me unconditionally, and I simply couldn't live with the thought that she hated me.

My scolding was definitely adequate, but maybe I used the wrong words. I decided that the best thing I could do was follow up my tirade with something softer, telling her that I regretted my harsh tone but repeating my plea to be more thoughtful and less impulsive in the future. Maybe, I told myself, would she think twice the next time she faced any such temptation.

I snuck downstairs, and to my surprise, I didn't even have to descend to the basement to find her. Instead, I saw her lying on the couch just like when I had left her, her face turned towards the backrest. I wondered why she was still there, and speculated that she may have waited for me to return; a thought that pained me a bit.

Knowing that she was a deep sleeper, I repeated her name a few times with increasing volume, but received no response at all. I stepped closer, softly touched her shoulder, and she turned around with her eyes still closed, groaning slightly.

Although she didn't wake up, the movement was enough to pull up her boxers and let her monstrous cock slip out. I was generally wondering how she managed to even stuff that absurd baton of meat in there, and now it smacked against the cushion along with her oversized testicles.

In the twilight, it looked even less like anything that should be part of human anatomy, just a bottle-sized chunk of smooth flesh, with a colossal glans almost completely covered by skin, and a bush of dark hair surrounding the base like a copse of brambles growing around a castle. As soon as the fabric had slipped off, I was hit by that heavy, dazing smell that was so much stronger and muskier that anything I could encounter elsewhere. Even now, I saw the slight outlines of veins running along her inhuman shaft.

Although my presence didn't awake Hannah, some unconscious part of her must have noticed me, if only on a purely instinctual level. With a quiet groan, she pushed her hips forward, rubbing her flaccid cock over the rough cushion fabric and slightly pulling her foreskin back. This smidge of stimulation was enough to trigger a massive rush of blood into her flaccid member, causing it to become engorged within seconds. The shaft lengthened rapidly, pulling back her foreskin until her monstrous glans popped out like some overripe fruit; and the girth likewise increased, swelling until the skin barely seemed able to contain the enormous piece of rock-hard meat and the countless veins stuck out as thick as fingers. Immediately, a stain of shiny wetness appeared on the very tip of her cock, before dripping down and darkening the fabric.

The musky odour it emitted seemed to be as intense and noxious as thick smoke, and I knew that her stench would stick to the couch for weeks even if I broke my back trying to clean it. That monstrous appendage in front of me could hardly be described as a human body part â" but rather as a weapon, a deadly organ with no purpose other than to devastate and to destroy.

Needless to say, I quickly abandoned my plan of talking to Hannah that night.

â"â"

Waking up the next morning, it seemed as if a heavy, warm coat had been taken from my back. As I got of of bed, I opened the window, feeling a pleasant breeze blowing outside and letting the cool morning air come in. The hedges, lawns and trees of the neighbourhood seemed revived and verdant, and although the roofs had already become dry again in the early sun, puddles of rain still remained in the gardens. Birds were chirping, as if to express their relief over this break in the dry, scorching summer heat. For a minute or so, I just stared through the window, before deciding what I should do next.

I came across my sister in the kitchen, just as she was getting ready for her morning jog. The bulge in her black shorts was undeniable and massive, and the white t-shirt she was wearing clung tightly to her muscles despite still being completely dry. Her hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail, and she was just putting on her sneakers when I entered the room.

At first, she seemed surprised, maybe even a bit shocked, staring at me with wide open eyes and not saying a word. Perhaps she expected the scolding she received the night before to continue, or at least thought that I would have maintained my anger, but I felt some regret over what I had done, and my general mood was rather forgiving and conciliatory that morning. Instead, I kept quiet, walking over to her and giving her an awkward hug, feeling how every inch of her body seemed to be as hard as tempered steel.

âžJustâjust don't do anything stupid with people I know, and maybe ask me if you're unsure. Promise?", I whispered to Hannah, who seemed even more perplexed than before.

âžIâI promise, Matty", she replied, slowly putting her long arm around my shoulder and showing a bright smile on her face.

Of course, I knew that she would disappoint me again, and that she would continue to act irresponsible and get both of us into trouble; but on that morning, I just wanted to pretend that everything was alright, that she was no one but my little sister who loved me dearly.

Chapter 10

Notes:

Whew, this one ended up being quite long. Lotsa different ideas in there.

Next one will take a while, can't say when it will come out. Stay frosty!

Chapter Text

The eunuch snuck through the endless marble hallways of the royal palace, puny and weak in appearance as he was. His face showed deep concern, and the scroll he anxiously carried bore the seal of a faraway kingdom.

As the servant proceeded on his path, a distant sound became louder and clearer. At first, it was like the quiet babbling of an underground river, and the mewling of animals intersecting it, but as he came closer to its source, it turned into a constant stream of noises â" the sound of wet bodies slapping against each other at a brutal pace, and a plethora of animalistic moaning, growling and shouting, that, however, doubtlessly emerged from a human throat.

For a moment, he stood before the colossal gate to the throne room, hearing the ear-numbing cacophony coming from behind it. He bowed his head in resignation, clutched the scroll he carried, and grabbed the door handle.

The room was spacious, with high ceilings and marble walls strengthened by ornate pillars, and the floor covered mostly in soft cushions made from the finest silk and the richest down. Yet once the eunuch had opened the door, he was immediately struck by a stench of shocking intensity.

To him, it was like a perfume cooked down from the odour of all the filthiest whorehouses around the harbour, mixed with the dizzying musk of an entire stable full of stallions in heat. The smell was nigh unbearable, as hard to breathe in as a whiff of rotting meat, yet there was something intoxicating about it, like the smoke produced by burning certain resins that shamans use to entice their victims to sacrifice themâ

The eunuch felt dazed for a second, but was too well accustomed to the smell to be afflicted by it for too long. As he stepped inside, he came across dozens of women lying scattered on the silk cushions like fallen warriors on the battlefield, their faces contorted and still as if in a drunk stupor. They all were bare, wearing not even the most minuscule pieces of clothing, and their bodies were bruised and bent almost to breaking, covered all over in a layer of viscous fluid that was as thick as curdled milk and as sticky as birdlime. The women were quiet, only the slight heaving of their chests and weak twitching of their legs proving them to be still alive.

In the centre of this scene of carnage, a giant figure stood, its wet skin shimmering in the dim light of the oil lamps like that of a silvern idol. The form seemed barely human, being about twice as tall as the puny eunuch that had entered the chamber, covered in firm muscles from head to toe yet still retaining a slender and strangely androgynous figure, with long hair running over its shoulders. But the most shocking thing about this figure was the bestial weapon protruding from its crotch; a monstrous lance of meat fit for the greatest and most virile breeding stud, yet in shape still resembling the member of a man.

A young lady of great beauty and buxomness was held up by the figure's powerful hands, whose palms seemed as big as shields, in the same careless way a child would grab a toy. She was moaning and screaming, making sounds that not even those on torture racks are wont to emit, as she was being brutalised by the giant that firmly grasped her body. With every movement of those muscular arms, she brutally thrusted the lady down, impaling her on that elephantine appendage with such exuberant force that her entire body quaked and her limbs flailed like those of a doll, as the carnal weapon pierced so deeply into her and devastated her insides. The whole scene was a display of such unbearable obscenity that even the wildest and most ruthless barbarians would have been shocked by it.

The eunuch stepped forth, his gaze lowered to avoid seeing the ongoing massacre all around him, until he was close enough to the giant that was unceasingly skewering the unlucky lady, that he could almost feel the heat emitted by its hardened body.

âžMy highness", he said in a voice that was loud enough to sound over the cacophony around him, yet still seemed creaking and weak, âžWe have received this message from our allies in the north, it appears to be a matter of greatest importance".

The figure continued her vicious assault for a moment, before freezing and standing in the centre of the room like a bizarre mannequin with the poor lady impaled on its lance of meat. A sly smile crossed the giant's face, which was surprisingly fair and feminine, with eyes shining like precious emeralds.

âžI am sure our allies can wait for an hour or five more, knave. Can't you see how busy I am?".

The puny eunuch spoke not a word, but bowed deeply and turned to the door, as the endless massacre behind him resumed again.

â"â"

Waking up from that strange, foreboding dream, I was covered in sweat from head to toe. Strange images of medieval scenes kept floating through my mind like hazy, vague memories, and I wondered what may have put them in my brain. Possible something I had seen on TV or in some video game, I concluded, shaking my head as if trying to rid myself from an unpleasant thought.

I decided to take a shower. After a cursory look through the house, I concluded that Hannah was gone, and knowing her behaviour for so many years now, I surmised that she was busy somewhere else and would take at least a few more hours to return. Feeling relief over being alone, I stepped into the bathroom, looking forward to the sensation of hot water running down my back and cleansing my skin.

Yet as I stepped into the shower after undressing, I came across an unpleasant surprise. Just as I wanted to turn on the water, I touched something that was wet and slimy and uncomfortably warm. Giving it a closer look, I realised that the faucet, and indeed most of the wall around it, was covered in sticky, milky-white semen. I tried to shake it off, but the viscous goo stuck to my fingers like honey.

Annoyed, I concluded that I must have become so accustomed to that intense smell that I didn't even notice it until my hand was covered in it. Of course, I was irritated by Hannah's behaviour and her continuous failure to clean up her mess, but I was also somewhat surprised.

Thinking back, I couldn't recall ever coming across something like that in the shower, especially in the morning. As astronomical as the number of orgasms she experienced each day may be, and despite the fact that she seemed to use every chance she got to fill a willing hole while on her path, the shower afterwards appeared to be almost like a ritual for her that had nothing lewd about it, even though I was sure that she had shared the bathroom with one of her partners at least a few times. Maybe, I surmised, this was a change in behaviour, a conscious or unconscious alteration in how she dealt with her desires â" but most likely it was nothing, and I was overthinking everything once again.

Nevertheless, it did arouse a memory in me that I had all but forgotten.

â"â"

I remembered walking downstairs one evening, back when I was a young and naive teenager just old enough to test out some boundaries, on a mission to pry open the fridge and steal some of that mysterious beer that the older kids seemed to love so much and whose amazing abilities I finally wanted to experience.

Sneaking on the tips of my toes, overly anxious not to wake up anyone and provoke an awkward scene, I entered the living room, and to my surprise, I found the TV to be on, and Hannah to be lying on the couch.

The channel playing was one I had never seen before, and whose existence I didn't know about, though I direly wished I did. In low definition, I saw a woman who was clearly older than she tried to portray herself to be, with her face covered in enough rouge and lipstick to make her seem like a cheap sex doll, rubbing her fingers that ended in long bright-red nails over her giant, overly firm silicon-filled breasts, massaging her nipples while pursing her lips and making obscene gestures with her tongue. She was stark naked except for an off-coloured slip, her hair bleached blond and her skin tan, and she was moaning and whispering, trying to entice the viewer to call her to have some fun, and later receive an exorbitant phone bill. I was enthralled.

I had seen nakedness and wanton before, but nothing on this level of obscenity. It seemed so dirty, so wrong and disgusting, yet I became more aroused than I ever was before, almost fearing that I might come without even touching myself.

Yet, there was something else as well.

The upper left corner of the screen was splashed with something I could not identify at first, a sticky, whiteish liquid, and drops of the same fluid were all over the floor and the low table between the couch and the TV. The trail, so to say, lead to my sister, who was sleeping there.

Hannah's pants and underwear were pulled down to her knees, and her flaccid cock was hanging over her thigh. A rope of sliminess, like a spit-bridge between the mouths of two lovers, connected her glans with a large splash on the table and a few stains on the fabric that had already begun to dry.

For a minute or so, I just stared. Her cock was longer than mine, even now that she was as soft as possible and I was aroused to the point of almost bursting, and oh-so-much thicker. I realised that her testicles dwarfed mine in comparison, those two fat oblong spheres bigger than chicken eggs, partially covered in a light brown fluff that belied their virility. Seeing that astonishing amount of sperm she had produced, I was reminded of the few drops of turbid white liquid I would squeeze out, and became baffled as I realised how incredibly thick, viscous and bright white it was, and how potent it had to be.

That night, I fully realised that Hannah â" although her height had not yet reached mine back then â" already towered over me in many aspects, and the difference between us would only increase as she became older. I felt weak, like a shrew looking up to an elephant, knowing that I would never reach even a fraction of the power and greatness of the titan standing next to me.

â"â"

Heavy knocking â" thrice, as always â" ripped me out of my strange daydream, which I only then noticed closely resembled events of the night I wanted to apologise to her. I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and asked what the deal was.

âžMatty, can I come in?", Hannah asked.

âžI'm not done yet â" What do you need?", I replied. For a moment, there was silence outside the door.

âžI, uh, forgot something in there".

At first, I wasn't sure what she meant, but then I descried a bulky shape underneath a towel. I found a bottle of lube, the size of a large soda bottle, and already half emptied. With reasonable certainty, I assumed that I knew what she wanted.

Still naked, I opened the door just enough to pass it through, and Hannah quickly snuck it from my hand. I heard her walking downstairs, and decided that it wouldn't be worth the effort to call her back and ask her about the mess she had left in the shower. Maybe later, I thought.

â"â"

Shortly after noon that same day, I was sitting at a restaurant table, anxiously banging my fingers against the wooden top and staring towards the door, checking my phone from time to time but never receiving any messages. I reminded myself that I had come here early, and that my nervousness was unwarranted.

In the window to my left, I saw myself as a pallid reflection, a weak silhouette reflected against the background of the street outside. I was rather well-dressed that day, at least compared to my own unfashionable and utilitarian standard, but I was also cautious not to over-do it and look like I was going out for a job interview. Knowing shamefully little about style and all these things, I tried to go for a somewhat casual look of someone who knew what he was doing with his life and wasn't threatened by poverty.

Of course, there was a reason for this effort, just as there was a reason for me choosing that restaurant â" not really fancy, but likewise far from the places serving fast and fatty food that I'd usually attend when I'm alone. Whenever I heard the front door opening, I held my breath for a moment, only to exhale again with a mixture of disappointment and relief. Periodically, I took a sip of water, as my throat seemed to dry out every other minute.

I felt nervous â" not in an outright panic as I had earlier feared I would be in such a situation, but a very notable uneasiness. I had to admit that I was very much out of practice in these things, as a number of private factors â" one in particular that hardly needs to be mentioned â" left me with a lack of free time. Now, I wanted to dive back into it, and hopefully find out that I still knew how to swim.

The door swung open, and a young woman stepped in. She was notably short, barely reaching five feet, and of lithe physique, her slender but firm upper body clad in a loose black shirt that seemed rather fitting in this heat. Anthracite hair fell down to her shoulders, appearing even darker in contrast with her pale, alabaster-like skin tone and framing a face that was slightly snub-nosed and almost doll-like. Her short plaid skirt was of a dark green colour, heaving slightly with every step she took. My gaze involuntarily shifted downwards, onto those beautiful white thighs, thicker and stronger than you would except from a woman so slender, and her long, smooth legs.

The girl looked around for a second, like someone staring at the horizon trying to descry a distant ship, before her gaze fell onto me. She smiled, and I did likewise, as she walked over to the table I was sitting at.

âžHi, Sarah", I greeted her, and she replied while sitting down.

At that point in time, Sarah had been working at the hardware store for about six months, and although our shifts rarely overlapped, I soon began to see something in her. There was something wonderful about her, something enticing about her demeanour that kept her in my mind. I thought about describing her as elf-like, but I know that most people would see that as weird and possibly somewhat creepy. Still, her face appealed to me in a strange fashion, and her body, usually clad in the tighter, if thick, work shirt soon burned itself in my memory, especially whenever I saw her bending down to refill some shelf or pick up something a careless customer had dropped.

Of course, she wasn't as buxom or openly lewd as most of the women my sister brought home, but that hardly mattered to me. Perhaps it was exactly her seeming innocence and her almost boyish looks that attracted me to her, as she was contrasting so clearly with the endless stream of Hannah's conquests. I was constantly exposed to almost unspeakable debauchery that I did not take part in, so maybe I just wanted a little bit of innocence that was my own, something loveable and pure that did not remind me of my younger sibling. After shirking from it for months, I finally managed to ask her if she'd like to have lunch with me any time soon, and to my great surprise, she actually agreed.

âžPuh, it's still so hot â" I'm looking forward to autumn already", she said with a slight smile that I didn't really know how to interpret.

âžAh, I've been waiting for it too cool down a bit for a month now. Almost makes me dislike summer", I replied.

I am generally not good at small talk or being suave, but I think I could have done worse in that restaurant. We conversed a bit about some trivial things, and ordered food â" Sarah surprised me by taking a nice big burger, especially since I chose a caesar salad.

âžSo, do you live around here?", I asked after a while.

âžOh yeah, not far from here actually", she answered. I already knew this, having overheard her talking on the phone at work once, but I didn't want to seem creepy.

âžYeah, I'm living in an apartment in this city, with my parents. I'm planning on going to college this fall, so I can definitely use the money I'm making at that job".

âžI see, sounds like a good idea".

âžAnd you? You're an urbanite too?".

âžNah, I live in the suburbs outside. And I'm not a college students, afraid I'm a bit too dumb for that", I said with a slight smile.

âžOh? Like with your family?"

âžWell, just me and my sister. Mom died a while ago, and my father has been gone for many years now, god only knows where he is. Maybe Central America, maybe somewhere else entirely".

âžOh I-I'm sorry to hear that", she said with a sudden tone of concernment. I didn't think that my story could make others pity me, and I immediately felt bad for dragging the mood down. This was supposed to be a light-hearted date, not some serious emotional talk over red wine and sad movies.

âžDon't be, I'm alright. I guess we all have our cross to bear".

The rest of my lunch with Sarah went rather well, and we continued to talk about less tragic things. She seemed to enjoy being with me, at least as far as I could tell, and I began to realise that maybe my sob story didn't repel her, but actually made her like me more; something I didn't expect, but could certainly appreciate.

Our food came, and I was surprised and somewhat impressed by the hunger with which this short and lithe girl quickly devoured her meal. Afterwards, we resumed talking, and after a while I paid for our food.

âžMatt, I really enjoyed spending time with you", Sarah said as she stood up, smiling down towards me.

âžWe should do something together againâif you want to".

âžOh, sure, whenever you want", I replied, almost stumbling over my own words.

Sarah nodded slightly while continuing to smile, and bent down to kiss me as softly as the morning dew. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, and I was still dazed by surprise when she left, waving at the door before exiting the restaurant.

Of course, it was an utterly innocent gesture, especially compared to all the incredible lewdness I was constantly seeing, but it seemed so pure and wonderful, like the cornerstone for a normal, loving relationship â" and this time, I would not let my sister even get close to it.

â"â"

At night, I was still basking in the afterglow of that lunch. I kept recalling the serendipitous scenes in the restaurant, that soft and ephemeral kiss, and remembered what I had seen of Sarah's body, rearranging those fragments into new vistas.

In my mind, I was holding her softly but firmly, and we kissed with great passion. I laid my hand on her knee, slowly sliding up her thigh and under her skirt, until my fingertips touched her slip. She was quivering slightly, and I shoved that narrow piece of fabric aside and began to rub her tender labia. Meanwhile, I lifted my lips from hers and opened up her blouse, snapping off her bra and marvelling at the sight of those small but firm breasts. Cautiously, I lower my mouth and began to suck on her perky brown nipples. Sarah moaned, and I felt her becoming increasingly wet, slipping my fingers into her warm and tight hole. With every passing heartbeat, I dove deeper into her, handling her body more roughly as fierce passion engulfed us, descending into a sea of searing lust, and finallyâ

I was roughly ripped out of my fantasies by a noise coming from the hallway, just as I was about to climax. I heard footsteps, but from the sound alone I could tell that it wasn't Hannah â" instead, it had to be someone lighter, most likely shorter as well, who was walking with a strange, swaying gait, slowly crossing the room like a drunkard returning home. I instinctively covered myself with a blanket and sat up, somehow missing the most obvious explanation.

The door opened with a creak, and a figure stepped onto the threshold. The dim light shining in from the hallway illuminated a feminine silhouette, wide-hipped and with breasts large enough to be noticeable even as she was just an outline in the twilight. Bow-legged as if she had spent the day on horseback, she staggered through my room, her body quaking with every step she took.

As she was only a few steps away, I finally caught a clear glance of her face, her half-open eyes and her sleepwalker-like, listless expression. Her blond hair was wet and tousled, hanging over her shoulders like vines of ivy over fallen tree trunks. Only then did I recognise her, both as that friendly cashier from the store nearby and the girl whose throat I had seen being violated in the garden that day. With a damp thump, she dropped into my bed.

I knew, of course, that I was not the reason for her being here. She had spent the last few hours with Hannah, had been ruthlessly brutalised by her until her body and mind were pushed to their limits and then left behind like a broken toy, and something in her dazed, barely conscious mind had led her to come upstairs, probably remembering the paths she walked through her own home, and lay herself next to me. I tried to retreat a bit, but the bed was hardly wide enough for two.

Lying next to me, I felt the feverish heat her body emitted, quivering lightly as her hair was spread across the pillow like wet hay. For a while, I just stared at her face, her half-closed eyes that barely seemed to notice me and her full, cracked lips, as I didn't know what to do next. She lunged towards me, pressing her breasts against my bare chest, and I could feel how full and heavy they really were.

Suddenly, my body and my mind seemed to be in conflict. My cock was rock-hard, yet I pulled back my hips, fighting arduously against my own instincts. Of course, the situation may seem perfect at first, having this incredibly buxom, nude, and willing girl right in front of me, and my subconsciousness screamed at me with burning lust to take her roughly and breed her, yet my mind held me back.

On her collarbone, I descried a fresh bruise that would doubtlessly soon turn into a nasty dark blotch, and I knew that this was far from the only mark my sister had left on her. Hannah was brutal, merciless, and above all inhumanly big, and the bodies she violated were inescapably damaged, twisted and bent to take her. Had I done what my instincts so incessantly told me, had I lunged forth and entered her, I would have felt the full extent of the devastation she continuously inflicted.

Every hole Hannah reamed, she turned into a loose gaping pit, and every mind she crashed into became a feverish mess of inhuman lust and torn memories. I knew the cashier was no exception, and that this wasn't the first time she had come across my sister either, so I could say with full confidence that the sensation of her violated and smashed depths would have been too much for me to bear, and also that she would have barely felt my meagre endowment. All in all, my disgust was intense enough to overturn my burning passion â" at least for a while.

But ultimately, my strength of will was limited. I endured it for a while, but eventually relaxed my posture, and my still painfully stiff cock slid forward until I felt the tip touching her soft thigh, and I shivered in pure carnal bliss. I began to rub myself against her, more out of instinct than out of any conscious decision, and she seemed to barely notice me, keeping her eyes closed and breathing slowly. It didn't take long for me to come, and very soon I experienced one of the best orgasms I have ever felt, shooting my load over her thigh as I bit down on my lips to suppress a scream.

Sunlight already shone through the curtains and lit up the room when I was softly roused from sleep. I noticed some movement, and felt that the girl that I had shared the bed with and whose name I still didn't know had removed herself from my embrace. Just as I opened my eyes, she sat upright on the mattress and was about to stand up.

I saw her taking a few steps, clumsy and swaying and still obviously affected by what my sister did to her, and I just marvelled at the sight of her backside in the bright morning daylight, thoroughly enjoying her wide hips and plump flesh that shook with every movement. However, when she had barely made it halfway towards the door, she suddenly slipped, attempting to hold her balance for a moment like an ice-skater on a frozen lake before falling forward and clapping her wet body against the floor with a helpless yelp.

I jumped up immediately, and saw a trail of fat drops of half-dried cum spread across the floor, without a doubt remnants of the mess that Hannah had left inside her that had dripped from her stretched-out hole while she staggered through the room the night before. It seemed ironic to me, almost like a punchline from some old slapstick comedy, but I was too afraid she may have hurt herself to laugh.

As I knelt down to help her, she took my hand with an expression that showed both deep shame and confusion, only slowly reconstructing how she ended up here out of fragmented memories. She took my hand, blushing for a moment before adverting her gaze. As she slowly got back onto her shaky feet, I involuntarily began to stare at her voluptuous ass, this fantastic heart-shaped piece of plump meat that was served to me like a delicacy on a fine plate, her skin seeming as pale and clear as porcelain marvelled with slight bice veins.

This situation was doubtlessly awkward for both of us, but I was sure that the embarrassment she felt was a thousand times more agonising than mine. Knowing that there was no way to save face anymore, she didn't even attempt to cover the most private parts of her body, simply staring at the floor in deep resignation instead. She continued to lean against me, as her weakened legs and beaten loins seemed to still be unable to bear her weight for long. Stretching over her side and her stomach, I discovered a large bruise that I had overlooked before, clearly showing the outline of my sister's colossal hand.

The rest of that morning was rather uneventful. I spent a while collecting her clothes that had been scattered across the living room in a moment of ecstasy, and once she was dressed again, the cashier consistently refused my offers to make her some coffee, as she still looked like she could really use some, or maybe some tea or breakfast. Her mien showed deep uncomfortableness and embarrassment, and she soon thanked me for my discretion and left. Only when she had passed through the door did I realise that I hadn't even asked for her name.

Chapter 11

Notes:

Alright, this one took longer than I had expected, and also ended up being longer than I thought. I originally wanted to release it along with chapter 12, since it's mostly buildup for things to come, but that will take some time and I can't say when I'll be done. Until then, enjoy.

Chapter Text

Whenever you ask someone what in their mind would constitute mankind's greatest invention, you may hear a wide range of answers. Some may say electricity, some spaceflight, but on a hot summer afternoon, feeling a sort of leaden lethargy overcoming you and trying to lull you to sleep after an already long workday, the air conditioning system would be a strong contender, at least for me.

I was kneeling on the linoleum floor in front of a shelf, a box of packaged sanders next to me. Rather concentrated on arranging them on the lowest board and trying to remember where I should put those little boxes full of screws that were the next item on my list of refillings, I barely noticed the footsteps approaching me at first.

I didn't turn around, assuming it to most likely be a customer who would barely notice my crouched shape or at worst asking me where to find the nuts and bolts they were looking for; but the footsteps seemed slow and purposeful, very much unlike the typical aimless gait of a shop patron. Their path lead them right to me, and just behind my back, they came to a stop. Just as I was about to turn around, I felt slender fingers caressing my shoulder.

âžMatty, Matty", I heard a soft voice whisper. Finally turning around, I saw Sarah standing just behind me, a warm smile blooming on her face as she saw mine.

âžGood to see you", I replied, placing my hand at the side of her lithe body. I was careful not to overdo things and seem too desperate, and the more time I spent with her, the more did my thoughts become centred around her. I felt happier than I had in a long time, but the awareness of the fragility of this state still loomed at the back of my mind. I didn't want to ruin it, this little chance of normality I had found for myself, by giving in to short-lived desire. Still, I have to admit that my mental gaze quickly pierced through her rather shapeless work shirt to reach those firm, perky breasts â" but I guess that is just normal, just human.

âžYou know, I really enjoyed spending time with you", Sarah said, a sly smile now showing on her face, âžand IâI was wondering if we should do something, together I mean".

âžOh sure, maybe we could go to the cinema and catch a movie, if you want to, I mean", I replied, somehow missing the obvious implication of her expression and soft tone of voice. Moments after I had finished speaking, I realised how oblivious I had been, and felt a pang of shame. Sarah didn't seem to mind, or may have even found my dumbness to be amusing.

âžYou know, we could just skip that and go to your place", she said, the breathiness of her voice carrying an undertone of sweet seduction. While speaking, she slowly traced her finger over my shirt, as if half-suggesting that I should take it off.

For just a moment, I felt as if all my prayers had been answered, forgetting all my various troubles and looking forward into a future that seemed to shine brighter than the sun. Excitement overcame me, flowing through my body like an electrical charge, but almost immediately I was thrown back into my dim reality. I involuntarily remembered all the past pains and perils, and realised that as enticing as her suggestion was, it would have to remain a dream. No matter how much time I spent trying to eliminate all potential dangers, there seemed to be a chance of something catastrophic happening. In any other case, this may sound paranoid, but I have lived this life long enough to be exceptionally cautious.

I thought I had constructed a foolproof plan when Aimee came to visit, but it appeared that Hannah is a factor outside any calculation. And as much as the fate of Xavier's girlfriend and my inability to prevent it pained me, a similar thing happening with Sarah would be infinitely worse. To be completely honest, in such a case, I could not say what I'd do to Hannah or myself â" love has indeed made fools of men much wiser than me.

âžI don't â" I'm afraid that won't work, you see, my sister would be there, and uh, I can't promise she won't disturb us, she's a bit nosy at times", I stammered. As I saw the disappointment manifesting on her face, I felt as if I had been punched in the gut, and wordlessly cursed my sister for once again messing up my life simply by being what she was.

âžOh", Sarah mouthed.

âžI mean â" we could go to your place, maybe", I explained in a hopeless attempt to mend the situation.

âžWell, I have the same problem, you know. My parents could come in any moment, they really have no sense ofâprivacy sometimes".

And there it was, my little spark of hope, extinguished before my very eyes. I was racking my brain, trying to come up with a way to fix this mess, or at least say something to overcome this awkward silence, but my mind remained blank. To my great surprise, a soft smile soon returned to Sarah's face.

âžDon't worry, I'll find some way we can be together", she told me. I just stood there like an idiot, still unsure how to respond, but feeling my affection for her grow with every passing moment. Later, I realised that I may have dared to suggest that any storage room with a lock would suffice, but it seemed horribly unfitting in that situation and would have most likely lead to her thinking that I'm some sort of pervert.

Instead, I just smiled at her like a fool, baffled that a girl as good looking and intelligent as her would ever see anything in someone like me. As she lovingly slid her finger up my side, I recognised that gesture as an invitation, and not wanting to look like a dim-wit again, I bowed my head and kissed her. To me, her lips seemed sweeter than any candy and more intoxicating than any wine, and I remained in a daze for a few seconds after we had separated.

âžAlright, see ya", she bade me from the end of the hallway; and all I did in reply was staring at her like a fool.

â"â"

If I had to describe my general mood in those late summer days, I would characterise it as one of renewal and cautious â" as the past had taught me â" optimism. I felt as if I had endured enough misfortune, at least for now, and that I was due for some more enjoyable times. This may appear naive in retrospect, but my nascent relationship with Sarah seemed to be a clear sign of better things to come.

This wasn't the first time I had thought that the light at the end of the tunnel was slowly approaching, that the human forrest fire I call Hannah had finally dimmed down to a controllable level, only for some unexpected calamite to strike and push me back to the brink of madness. Afterwards, I would always spend a while in a state of impotent rage and despair, cursing my sister and despising myself for being so foolish to believe that she had actually changed, only to repeat the exact same mistake a few months later.

What gave me some â" warranted or unwarranted â" hope was the shift in focus and interested that I had noticed on myself. I spent a lot of time thinking about Sarah, how much I enjoyed being with her, and each minute she occupied my mind was one I was not thinking about what my sister was doing right now and how I could hopelessly try to mend the damage she was causing. I had sworn to take care of her, and would do so as long as it was needed, but unless the results of one of her thoughtless actions affected me personally, there was no need me to get involved.

Maybe this was pure naiveté, thinking that Hannah's behaviour could ever be considered mere eccentricity that may be mostly ignored, but I knew that I had become tired and jaded over the years, occasionally bordering on paranoid. I had come to think of myself as someone caught in a sluggish maelstrom, slowly dragged down further and further without the ability to do anything against it, just anxiously waiting for my sister to do something so destructive that her, mine, or someone else's existence was destroyed. This was a rather hopeless thought, and I was in dire need for something resembling a way out; or if my fate was indeed sealed, a distraction to pull my thoughts away from the inevitable.

However it may be, I knew that there was one central task, one fundamental mission that I had, and that was to keep Sarah away from Hannah. I was ready to do whatever it took, to shield this little bit of joy I had found from sure destruction.

This feeling of renewed hope didn't remain a purely mental affection, but also transformed into some sort of motivational impulse. I fixed a few things around the house that I had put off for months, and after spending a few hours cleaning, gardening and decluttering, I found myself standing in the room that had served as Hannah's dominion and later as an improvised guest room during the short and tragic period that Xavier had spent with us.

I felt a need to somehow use this space, as leaving it empty and unfurnished seemed like a massive waste. Once I entered through that door, I was struck by a gamut of memories. I remembered where the bed had stood, and how monstrously it had been smashed by the inhuman strength of Hannah's desires, how those wooden legs were crushed like matchsticks. I remembered the long and arduous process of cleaning this mess, how every single object in there seemed to be soaked to its very core by that noisome, dizzying musk the retained its strength even after days of ventilation; and most painful of all, I vividly remembered all the details of Aimee's ordeal, every sound she had produced and every distortion of her face, every twitching of limbs and every bulging vein, and how I stood there like a meek voyeur. These memories didn't pain me like they used to, but I still longed for a way to forget them as soon as possible.

From the window of that room, one had a rather nice view outside. I took a step forward, and saw the strip of dry lawn that lay between the house and the wooden fence that marked the edge of this parcel, and the row of verdant linden and cherry trees just behind it. Through the gaps between the boughs and the foliage, I descried something I could not identify at first; a large and pale-blue shape.

â"â"

Back when I was a child, more than a decade ago, the house right next to our own was inhabited by a family that had lived in this neighbourhood for about as long as we have done. Lisa, a bright and good-looking brunette woman, was a close friend of my mother and a common guest in our living room. I was too young to appreciate her as anything but a friendly maternal figure, but as I later recalled her face and caught glimpses of a few photos of her, I understood why most of the neighbours viewed her either with lascivious gazes or subtle envy.

I cannot say the same about her husband Wayne, whose presence neither of my parents seemed to enjoy too much. He was a tall, burly man and a rather imposing figure. If memory serves me right, he worked in law enforcement, and although I had never seen any direct evidence for this assumption, I had always thought of him as someone who was capable of using violence whenever things did not go his way.

The offspring of this misfitted relationship was a singular daughter christened Guinevere â" a somewhat unusual choice of name I could not spell correctly for an embarrassingly long time and that led to her telling anyone she met to just call her Jenny. As far as I can remember, her and me had been friends since our earliest childhood days, spending countless afternoons playing together in the gardens and around the neighbourhood that seemed like an infinite wonderland to us. Personality-wise, she seemed to have inherited her mother's sunny disposition, persisting in my memory as an energetic, broad-smiled kid.

I can only guess when exactly this family's downfall began, but I am quite certain that Jenny didn't realise what was going on until her life came to a bitter halt. Maybe her mother had been more restrained than usual, maybe her father seemed more agitated than before â" I cannot recall anything with certainty, save for that fateful day I saw her smiling and waving me goodbye, led by her mother into the car, before driving off never to return.

A few days later, my parents tried to explain what I already understood perfectly. The exact cause remained a mystery â" maybe Wayne eventually turned to physical violence, had an affair or became an alcoholic â" but Lisa eventually decided that she could no longer live in this house. The divorce was finalised some time later, and afterwards, all I heard concerning Jenny were fragmented vignettes recounted by my mother after one of her uncommon phone calls with Lisa. Mostly, I simply forgot about her.

Wayne continued to live in the house â" and deteriorated quickly. Soon, he turned into a figure more pitiful than intimidating. Nothing but a shadow of his former self, he gained considerable weight, seemed to age decades in just a few years, and emitted an aura of cheap booze and decay whenever I met him slouching through the neighbourhood. I occasionally felt bad for him, but he continued to become more and more withdrawn. After spending a while as a hermit, he disappeared one day, leaving the house uninhabited.

Just as I can only speculate what lead to Lisa leaving, I cannot say why or for what purpose she came back. One day, I discovered her car in the formerly abandoned garage, boxes full of clothing and books standing on the driveway, and soon it seemed as if she had never left.

Seeing her again for the first time, not as a vaguely feminine figure on the other side of the road, but as an almost nude body emerging from the freshly refilled pool in her back garden, was quite a strange experience. The picture I had in my mind, drawn from the view of a child, suddenly transformed in a vision of carnal opulence, an exceedingly lush banquet for the senses.

I assume Lisa had always been wide-hipped, something I did not pay attention to as a child, but by that time, her body had grown into a more than ample pear shape. Her ass was a truly massive thing, broad and bubbly yet still showing that luscious plumpness of a woman that has gracefully reached her age. With every little step she took, her expansive bottom quaked and rippled as if to prove its size and softness, as did her equally thick tree trunk-like thighs. Lisa's belly was slightly pudgy and looked as soft and white as fine silk.

The years that had passed by hadn't degraded her face in the slightest, but rather transformed it into something of great beauty, with an inviting expression of matronly love and a broad, genuine smile. Her hair seemed darker than I remember it, falling down in wet strains over her shoulders as she left the pool and reaching her most surprising feature.

Lisa had clearly been blessed by nature, both by her physical attributes and way her age seemed to only refine her looks, but somehow she must have concluded that all that wasn't enough for her. Had she lived in my neighbourhood for a few years longer, my hormone-drenched teenage mind may have been driven into a constant frenzy by her sight alone; but instead, she sought help and became something far beyond natural.

Her breasts were gargantuan, just two jaw-droppingly massive orbs, whose unnatural roundness and firmness stood in stark contrast with the rest of her body that seemed so soft and ripe, making it clear on the first view that they were the work of a skilled surgeon. Her wet bikini top was pulled taut by the pure size of these monstrosities, drawn down just far enough to expose a slim crescent of her large areolas, and her perky nipples traced through the fabric. The firm flesh of her oversized tits was as milky white as her belly, and marvelled by a multitude of pale blue veins.

Of course, a person with better taste may have found her to be trashy, a woman being unable to accept her age and deciding to alter her body in such a ridiculous way to feel attractive again, but I am no man with such lofty and noble standards. Seeing Lisa leaving that pool, with her thong almost disappearing in her soft wet flesh and her giant tits bouncing with every step she took in the tight encasing of her top, activated some primal instincts in me. I had no interest to ask her out and spend time with her, or even to rent a hotel room for a night of passionate sex; all I felt was an animalistic desire to pin her down on the dry grass, grab her ample body with my hands and ram my cock into her wet holes until I fill her up with cum. She was a sweet and amiable woman, a loving mother too I assume, but from that point of view, she appeared to me as nothing but an incarnation of some teenage masturbatory fantasy; or to express it in a more vulgar way, a perfect breeding sow and cumdump.

I tried to avert my gaze, but I kept staring, overwhelmed by desire, until I saw her voluptuous form disappearing into the house with a red towel loosely hanging over her shoulders. My cock was pressed against the fabric of my jeans with almost unbearable urgency, seeming to burst any second as the afterimage of Lisa's astonishing body lingered on in my mind.

Once I regained full control over my feverish body, I felt a pang of shame. Just a week or so ago, I could have given in to any fleeting temptation that passed before me without feeling bad, but now I was a man in a relationship. Even just staring at that voluptuous woman seemed like cheating on Sarah in some way; although I may have simply been oversensitive due to the guilt I still experienced over that strange nocturnal encounter I had with the cashier. All in all, I decided not to tell her and stridently avoid such situations in the future.

Despite my newfound resolution to not let her dominate my life any longer, Hannah soon found a way to creep back into my mind. There was absolutely no way that my sister hadn't noticed this luscious bombshell living only a few steps away â" not with her nigh-supernatural ability to locate any willing hole and her ravenous, bottomless sexual appetite. Maybe she had already spent considerable time recently in that house, maybe she had met her somewhere else, but I was certain that she knew Lisa's plump body far better than I did by just peeping.

Eventually, I resumed what I had originally come here to do. I thought about using this room as a guest room again, as I had already utilised it once, but visitors in this house were rare, at least those who spent more than a few hours and wished to sleep alone. Ultimately, I decided to just turn it into a glorified storage closet until I had some better idea, and just as I had left the room to do some more cleaning and maybe gardening, I heard the doorbell ringing downstairs.

I expected to find some scantly-clad woman standing on the doorstep with a disappointed look on her face upon seeing me, asking if Hannah was around, but I found a familiar face instead.

âžHey Mark", I greeted the visitor.

Since I clumsily clashed with his two overly lively kids, I had met Mark here and there in the neighbourhood and conversed with him for a bit. It was clear that he was trying to get in touch with the locals, and I generally enjoyed his presence. I had never been one to attend neighbourhood meetings or care about improving the community, but I felt some sort of kinship with him, as we both had to deal with mischievous youths, although in a radically different manner. To Mark's additional chagrin, the relief he experienced when his beloved wife finally returned was only short-lived, as she began to show flu symptoms the very next day â" meaning that my mental image of her consisted entirely of the loving descriptions her husband had given me.

âžMatt, good to see you. I just wanted to ask, got any plans for tomorrow afternoon already?", he said.

I shook my head.

âžWhy are you asking?".

âžWell, you know, I was just planning to invite a few people, put some meat on the grill. You're coming?", Mark said. Before I could answer, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, but ignored it out of politeness.

âžSure, I'll be there. What time exactly?".

âžEh, around four o'clock, if that's alright with you. Oh, and I almost forgot: Vee is finally well again. I know I talk about her a lot, but now you'll see that I haven't exaggerated at all", he said, with a slight chuckle sneaking into his voice towards the end of the sentence.

âžI'm sure you're right", I replied. Mark could be somewhat annoying at times due to his tendency to recount everything in needless detail and his sweltering neuroticism, but he seemed to like me, and he was still the most pleasant of my neighbours. I had no reason not to attend his little garden party, and the prospect of some fine grilled meat did appeal to me.

âžWell, alright then, see you tomorrow".

âžSee ya", I replied.

Just as Mark had passed through the front yard, I closed the door behind him and returned into the house. While walking, I checked my phone, half-expecting to see a message from my sister asking me to pick her up from some far-off place, but instead I received an imagine â" and once I saw the name above it, I tensed up and breathed in heavily.

The lighting was far from ideal, shot in some murky restroom, but that didn't diminish my arousal the least. There stood Sarah, her shirt pulled up to her collarbone, with a seductive smile on her face. Her body was as slender as I had expected, but also showed a certain leanness and strength that surprised me somewhat without seeming muscular. Sarah's breasts were just as I had expected them to be, rather small but incredibly firm and perky; her nipples seeming so dark in contrast with her pale skin in the dim light.

The text attached simply read: âžMiss youuu~".

For a moment or so, I was awe-struck. It wasn't the carnal, animalistic lust I felt when seeing Lisa's luscious body, but a far more all-encompassing desire that affected my mind as much as my body, although the arousal was just the same. I knew that I couldn't wait much longer, that I had to find a way to embrace her and make her body mine. Despite all I had seen already, her body struck me in a different, deeper way, and I remained transfixed staring at her lithe shape.

âžHey, what'cha doing?".

I must have been beguiled rather deeply by that picture, because I didn't notice Hannah approaching â" whose gait is far from sneaking due to her height and weight alone â" and I felt as if I had been splashed with cold water when she spoke to me. Reflexively, I ripped my arm down to stuff my phone into my pocket, but I somehow missed, and the thing fell to the floor.

Immediately, I dropped to my knees and picked it up again, but it had landed with the screen up â" just for a moment, but long enough that I feared that Hannah may have seen something. I looked up to her, she took a step forward, and I felt like someone standing at the base of the Statue of Liberty, staring up to that world-famous verdigris face.

I jumped up again, and Hannah smiled at me broadly. Of course, I felt consternation, thinking about the consequences of her seeing that lewd photo of Sarah and what kind of powerful instinct it may have triggered inside her, but there was no trace of malice or inappropriate desire in her smile, just a deep amusement over her silly big brother.

âžDidn't mean to scare you like that, Matty", she said with a light chuckle, sounding more innocent than anyone with her body should be allowed to be. For a moment, I was worried that she may have noticed the bulge in my pants, but I reckoned that her focus lay somewhere else.

âžYou didn't", I said with a weak voice. While I was wondering if I should laugh too to take the tension out of that situation, Hannah had already stepped past me and opened the door.

âžAlright, I'm gonna be back in a few hours", she said, still smiling broadly.

I nodded.

It was only a few moments after the door had closed behind her that my mind managed to comprehend what I had just seen and put two and two together. I realised that I shouldn't worry too much about Hannah doing anything to Sarah, at least for now. After all, my sister wasn't prowling for a target, she had long found it.

I recalled Lisa's plump and ample body, this overripe fruit that I imagined to taste so unbelievably sweet, and how drops of water rolled off her pale skin as she stepped out of the pool. And I also recalled Hannah, dressed as usual in this summer heat in a cream top and a skirt just long enough to avoid being obscene, and how she walked past me with a lovely smile, with a blue towel thrown over her shoulders.

Chapter 12

Notes:

Well, that escalated quickly.

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Hannah, being the strange and often incomprehensible creature that she is, had a number of ways to annoy me. Some were specific to her and might be shocking to a person not used to her behaviour, such as leaving inhumanly stretched-out yet ultimately still split condoms lying around, or making me call a cab for some girl in a state of blissful stupor after hours of arduous lovemaking â" but some were quite mundane too. In many cases, these were trifle things, but amassed, they could form a real heap of trouble.

One day, I went out to buy myself a nice big tub of salted caramel ice cream (where I, as chance wanted it so, ran into that young cashier that seemed to have become a regular in our house in the last few weeks, and whose face blushed bright red as she recognised me). The very next afternoon, I drove home from work, my car feeling like a sauna despite the AC being on full blast, looking forward to treat myself with a nice cold desert â" only to find the empty tub left on the kitchen table. Oddly enough, I didn't even know that Hannah enjoyed that specific taste up to that day, though she had never been a picky eater.

Of course, it was only a minor nuisance, something that anyone who shares their roof with others may experience and that should barely be worth mentioning, but I still felt that I should do something to ensure that I would also get to enjoy the next treat I brought home for myself.

This time, it was chocolate chip ice cream, a flavour I knew we both more than appreciated. The plan was to simply write down my name on the packaging, in large and bold letter that were hard to overlook, hoping that Hannah would have the presence of mind to take at least a fleeting look before consuming a family-sized serving in a sudden pang of hunger.

I usually consider myself rather orderly when it comes to things inside the house, at least to a degree that allows me to counterbalance my ditzy teenage sister, but on that day, I couldn't find a marker to save my life. I knew that I had put one in the kitchen drawer, but despite spending a while digging through the trifle in various places, it simply didn't turn up. I once again blamed Hannah for disrupting my meticulous order, but gave up before the ice had melted completely and hastily put it in the fridge.

I felt slightly annoyed for once again having my plans thwarted, but a cursory glance at the kitchen clock showed that I didn't have time to sulk and try to come up with a new idea anyway. It was almost time to go.

â"â"

I arrived at Mark's residence wearing the same shirt I had chosen for my first meeting with Sarah, carrying a wine bottle in hand. It was nothing that could impress a connoisseur, if memory serves me right a merlot that I had found in some kitchen cupboard, but I felt that it would be an appropriate as a present.

Once again, I was impressed by how stately his house seemed, surmising that he had to earn significantly more than I did to afford living like this. I was about to ring the doorbell, when I noticed the sound of chatter and the smell of burning coals, directing me to a wooden fence gate and a spacious garden behind it.

Of the two dozen or so people that attended Mark's little garden party, I knew only a handful from around the neighbourhood, and none of them too well. The remainder were mostly men dressed in a proper and rather pricey-seeming way, making me think that they were most likely Mark's work colleagues or acquaintances. I greeted them briefly, and they responded just as hastily. At the opposite corner of the garden, I noticed someone waving at me, beaconing me to come over.

âžMatt, I knew you'd come â" Good to see you", Mark smiled at me.

âžHey, whatâ" what's that?"

âžOh, I just thought I should bring a present. Hope you like wine".

âžSure, sure â" thanks! The other guests weren't so considerate. I think I'll better put this in the fridge, I'll be back in a minute, if that's alright. I've got a lot of things to show you".

âžSure, no problem", I replied. Mark crossed the meticulously cut lawn and disappeared into the spacious house through a glass sliding door, carrying the bottle I hoped he had accepted for reasons other than pure politeness.

I turned to the others, most of which were conversing quietly in groups. I felt as if most of them already knew each other, and their behaviour seemed somewhat bored, suggesting that they didn't like being here too much. However, I wasn't here to make new friends, so I proceeded to the grill.

I am no gourmet, and I don't think that Mark is an exceptionally talented cook or griller, but a barbecued sausage in a bun with a smack of mustard was more than enough to satisfy my palate. I consumed it with a paper cup of soda, and saw no reason to complain. I certainly didn't regret coming here.

Looking around, I began to wonder where his two overactive kids may be, as this party seemed like the perfect opportunity for the rambunctious duo to cause some chaos. Maybe they were inside, I thought, and their father was silently praying that whatever entertainment they had would occupy them until the guests were gone; or maybe they were somewhere else entirely, with some friends or relatives of the family that now had to deal with their behaviour in a while. For the first time in almost a decade, I felt somewhat glad for having Hannah, all trouble she caused notwithstanding.

Just as I had finished my meal, I saw the sliding door opening again, and two figures stepped outside. One winked at me, and I went over to meet them.

For most of the time I had known him, I assumed that Mark's frequent comments on how attractive and gorgeous his wife is to be mere flatteries and exaggerations. He didn't seem like too much of a womaniser â" not that I was any better â" so it made sense to think that he would see a lovely but plain-looking woman as exceptionally stunning and portray her to be a bombshell. Usually, I like to think that my intuition is rather accurate, but as I saw that feminine shape approaching, I knew that I was about to be proven very wrong.

Vee, as Mark had lovingly called her so often, stood about a head shorter than her husband and seemed roughly of the same age, which I judged to be in the mid-to-late thirties. Her figure was ample and slightly chubby, with broad hips and thick white thighs extending from under her black miniskirt. Straight black hair fell down to her shoulders, surrounding a soft face showing a slight smile.

The part of her appearance that surprised me the most, however, was indubitably her chest. Vee truly was exceptionally buxom, and from one moment to the next, I suddenly understood the many suggestive remarks and allusions Mark had made. Her physique reminded me of Aimee, Xavier's unfortunate girlfriend, in having breasts that were similarly massive and full; yet where the younger woman's body showed the firmness and verdancy of youth in full bloom, Vee's figure, including her monstrous tits, had gained the ripe softness and fecundity that one would expect from a woman that has born and nourished two kids. Compared to the equally breathtaking body of Lisa I had seen a while ago, she was about a decade younger, but as far as I could tell, purely the result of natural blessings.

âžMathew", Mark exclaimed proudly, âžmay I introduce you to my lovely wife, Veronica".

âžA pleasure to meet you", I said.

âžSo, you're that poor boy that was run over by my two little rascals, right? Hope they didn't hurt you too bad â" I promise that it won't happen again, now that I'm here", she asked in a voice that was smooth and somewhat deeper than I expected, carrying a slight tone of sweet suggestion.

âžWell, I guess I am", I replied.

The moment Mark first uttered his wife's name that I had heard only as an abbreviated hypocorism before, a strange feeling came over me. As I carefully watched her face and her luscious body, it seemed to me that I knew her from somewhere; not as a someone I had seen strolling through the neighbourhood in recent times, but as a buried memory that slowly became unearthed. I recalled that I had once met a woman named Veronica, somewhereâ

At first, I couldn't believe it. I told myself that Veronica was a reasonably common name, that there was no way that she could be the same woman that worked in the video store I frequently visited, the woman I had caught in the backroom with Hannah, totally dominated by my sister so many years younger than her. I tried to disprove my own horrible assumption, but the longer I looked at her, the clearer became the image that arose from my memory, with a resemblance that was irrefutable.

Mark went on a sermon about his former life and how he met Veronica, but I hardly heard a word. Despite the dry summer heat, I felt as if I was freezing. Could it be that she was the same woman I remembered, and if so, was it possible that she may recognise me? I liked Mark enough to be deeply uncomfortable with the thought that his wife, by a pure stroke of bad luck, was one of Hannah's earliest conquests, especially since the two lived only a few streets away from this beast that had only become many times more ravenous in the time that had passed.

That alone was enough to ruin my day, if not my entire friendship with Mark, but slowly it dawned on me that things may even be far worse than I had feared. The past had come back to haunt me, and so it did with brutal force. I realised that the kids didn't resemble their father at all, and while that alone doesn't mean anything sinister, the auburn shade of their hair did remind me of someoneâ

And their age would fit as wellâ

Jesus Christ.

âžAnd once I saw this house, well, I just knew that we've found the right one, and the rest is history, I guess you could say", Mark concluded his proud monologue, with his wife's gaze shifting back and forth between me and him. He was smiling slightly, but my face showed nothing but horror.

This was not only the most serious consequence of Hannah's reckless behaviour so far, by quite a margin indeed, but also a calamity that had spent years lying in wait, until I had almost forgotten about it, only to come back and reveal itself to me. Mark's wife could have been any other of the millions and millions of women in this country, and they could have settled in any other neighbourhood â" but somehow, fate had decided to play this cruel joke on me.

âžMatt? Matt, are you alright?", Mark's voice pierced through my rummaging mind. The only way this situation could have become any worse would have been if Veronica had recognised me, but fortunately, I was spared of this ordeal at least.

âžOh, I'm â" I'm good, it's justâ", I stuttered, seeing the growing concern in both faces. I tried to force a smile, but it must have looked like the grin of a pained animal.

âžIâI just hope it wasn't the food", he surmised, and I shook my head.

âžYou're soâpale all of the sudden", Veronica said, worried, but blissfully unaware of what I knew.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to answer, ensuring that I was alright and that there was no need to worry about me, I heard the sliding door being pushed open again. Suddenly, the attention of Mark and Veronica was lifted entirely from me, and turned to the two kids that jumped out.

âžDarn it, Emma! Tyler! Come over her immediately", Mark shouted at the twins that seemed to be playing catch, although I could not tell which one had assumed which role, chaotically shooting through the garden like two pinballs. As both parents were now busy in their vain attempt to control the hyperactive duo, I saw a chance to escape this nightmarish situation.

When I had already snuck halfway to the fence gate, Emma passed before me and stopped for a moment. Her face turned into a bright smile, letting me now that she recognised me. Her hair, her face, and even the way she so hectically moved, all uncomfortably reminded me of Hannah. She knew that I was the puny guy she crashed into once, but luckily, she did not know that I was technically her uncle too. She lingered for barely a second before speeding off again, proving my suspicions that I so desperately wanted to refute.

All I wanted was to go home, and to avoid running into the man who only I knew was wearing horns, and the woman whose flesh had so long been claimed by my little sister. I felt unbelievably awful, caught in a nightmare that seemed to have no escape, burdened with the knowledge that this uncomfortable situation could turn into an outright catastrophe in a million ways.

Talking to Mark was, of course, out of the question. What was there to say, anyway? âžHey, now that you mention your beautiful, lovely wife, did you know that I witnessed my little sister, who by the way has a monstrous cock and inhumanly virile sperm, seducing, mounting and impregnating her at a ridiculously young age; and that your two rambunctious kids are in fact my niece and my nephew?", wasn't something I could imagine crossing my lips. Talking to Veronica seemed equally preposterous.

But maybe, I could try talking to Hannah.

If there was any reason left in her hormone-boiled brain, this might shock her and cause her to think a bit more about the consequences of her behaviour. Of course, I also considered the opposite reaction, that mentioning this situation would only make her aware of Veronica as potential prey again â" but I knew that with or without my doing, she would sooner or later find out about the busty housewife living only a few streets away. Most of all, I felt that I should do something, anything, to regain a tiny bit of control.

â"â"

Of course, Hannah wasn't at home when I returned. I was barely surprised, well aware of her ability to disappear whenever the slightest trouble was brewing. I envisioned her somewhere else, in someone's bedroom, in a grimy public restroom, or just in the alley behind a supermarket, reaming a woman into a state of near-unconsciousness, only to completely forget about her a few minutes later when she goes on to prowl for her next quarry. I felt dead tired, dropped onto the couch and slept for a while.

After just an hour or two, I was awoken by the doorbell ringing. At first, I wanted to ignore it altogether, but the stranger outside persisted. I got up, slouched towards the door, and breathed in deeply as I grabbed the handle.

âžMatt? Are you there?", a voice said, one which I almost immediately recognised as belonging to Mark.

Great. The person I wanted to talk to the least in that moment.

âžI â" I just wanted to ask if you're ok, you left so - so suddenly earlier".

I felt bad for making him worry about me, but any lie in this situation seemed to be better than the truth; so I quickly concocted some flimsy story.

âžI'm afraid I've got the flu or something like that, already felt a bit sick in the morning. I should have better stayed home. Sorry for disappearing like that", I replied through the closed door.

âžOhâI see. Get well soon, buddy", Mark said after a short pause.

âžThank you", I answered, the first statement of this conversation that I meant absolutely seriously.

âžThanks for everything. And I hope you enjoy the wine".

âžI will", he said in a tone that I found hard to interpret.

As the afternoon stretched into evening, I was too lazy to cook anything, so I ended up ordering food. I watched TV for a while, desperate for anything to take my mind off this nonsense, but even the trashy sci-fi flicks being played on the upper channels provided no entertainment. I thought about calling Sarah, just to hear her voice, but then I remembered that she had told me she would be busy that evening. I couldn't tell her what affected me so greatly anyway, at least not now â" maybe one day, she would be ready for the full truth.

Out of boredom, I even started tidying up the kitchen and the living room, and in the very back corner of some drawer, I found an old pack of Chesterfields. Before I really knew what I was doing, I stood outside in this lush and warm summer evening and lit one. I hadn't smoked in more than two years, but Hannah stressed me enough to pick it up again without even being present, just by the catastrophic echos of some past misbehaviour.

I tossed down the butt and crushed it with my heel â" something I knew I shouldn't have done, but the environment was the last thing on my mind in that moment. Evening slowly turned into dusk, and I was about to go back inside, when something at the edge of my field of view caught my attention. With a slight creak, the front door of the neighbouring house opened, and a figure stepped into the square of warm light that gleamed inside.

Lisa wasn't dressed the least provocatively, and yet she was still a sight to behold. The jade green dress she wore covered most of her body rather loosely and reached below her knees, but her fantastic bust-line was expansive enough to pull the textile taught around her chest and create a very revealing décolletage. As she descended the short stairs that connected her porch with the front yard, her breasts suddenly resembled basketballs in more than their titanic size, bouncing with every step she took as if trying to escape from their textile encasing. Even now, a soft smile seemed to be drawn on her warm face.

At first, it seemed as if she wouldn't notice me in the twilight, but then, she stopped and pinched her eyes while looking my way. Suddenly, her expression turned into one of pleasant surprise.

âžMathew? Matt? Is that really you?", Lisa said in a loud and clear voice, and all I did in response was nod and smile. Before I could come up with any witty answer, she had already reached me.

âžOh my Goodness! It must have been â" what? â" ten years?.

She lunged forth and threw her arms around me in an enthusiastic hug. I reciprocated the embrace, and while her hands and sides felt as soft as I had expected from a woman her age, those gigantic breasts she pushed against my chest were so unnaturally firm and full, barely squeezing at all under the pressure. Though our bodies touched, I pulled back my hips, as I could feel my cock getting stiff almost immediately. My instincts told me to hold on and go further, but after a few seconds, she opened her embrace and took a step back.

âžEleven", I replied, âžas far as I know".

âžI still remember", she said with a broad smile upon her cherry-shaded lips, holding her flat hand at the level of her chest, âžwhen you were just - this - tall! My-oh-my, you've grown so much since then".

Some parts of you have also grown quite immensely, some devil on my shoulder whispered in my ear, but luckily I was wise enough to keep that inappropriate comment to myself.

A soft, warm wind rose, ruffling the fabric of her dress and blowing a strain of brown hair into her face,
which she quickly plugged away with a smile. I felt somewhat odd, suddenly seeing her in a rather different way compared to the carnal lust her body had caused in me earlier.

âžYou know, Matty", Lisa said, âžI'm glad to be back here. I've been all over the country in those past few years, but there seems to be something special about this neighbourhood. I can't really explain it. Maybe it's just all those memories I connect with this place, not all of them good butâThat's just the way life is, right?".

âžYeah", I replied. In a way, I wasn't lying; although I disagreed with her assessment that there was anything quaint or special about this neighbourhood in itself, I could indeed think of an element that quite fundamentally distinguished it from any other place I could think of; a human element with which I, as I just then remembered, still had a few important things to discuss.

I ended up conversing with Lisa for a while, answering a few questions about my work and my private life, including a cautious jab about potential relationships, and I also happened to ask a few myself. Interestingly, two topics were eluded completely: the reasons for her unexpected return to the neighbourhood, and more importantly, my sister. It seemed as if her existence had been forgotten entirely, but I thought that it was more likely that we both simply knew that mentioning the name Hannah would make the conversation immensely awkward and arouse an unpleasant mutual interest.

In the end, after a short pause of silence, Lisa excused herself, telling me that she was planing to meet a few old friends at a bar in the city, and said goodbye. I kept on standing outside, lighting another cigarette and watching her walk over to get into her car. In the slowly darkening evening twilight, there was still enough illumination left for me to discern something on the section of her back that was not covered by fabric.

Initially, I thought it to just be an odd figure of overlapping shadows, but as I pinched my eyes, I saw that it was writing. The lines were fading, as if she had tried to wash it off, but enough of the dark ink had stuck to her skin to decipher the parts that were not obscured by textile, scrawled in a hand that I knew all too well.

The first line of angular capitals read H - A - N - N, and I was quite confident that I could deduce the missing letters. The second one was less clear, and all I could decipher was B - I. In my mind, I quickly added an T - C - H to complete the message.

Lisa got into her car and drove off, and began to laugh. For a moment, I could forget that I had once again underestimated the chaos that Hannah created with every step she took, the increasingly bleak future that I envisioned due to her destructive behaviour, and the fact that my friend's beloved children turned out to be the offspring of my precocious sister â" and they may only be the tip of the iceberg. None of this seemed to matter, and I was infinitely amused once I realised that I had accidentally solved the seemingly insignificant mystery of the missing marker I couldn't find earlier the same day.

I must have looked like a lunatic to anyone coming by, but the neighbourhood was very quiet at that time. I kept standing outside for a while after calming down, enjoying this warm summer night; lighting a few more cigarettes and blowing curls of smoke into the still air.

Chapter 13

Notes:

This one ended up being pretty long, and originally, it turned out even longer, but I decided to cut some things and put them in a later chapter. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this, and don't resent me too much for letting you wait for so long. Stay frosty.

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As cliche as it is to say so, my sister didn't really fit in at school. She was a tall, somewhat awkward girl that was freed from PE for some inscrutable reason, and that was more than enough reason for her to be bullied. It may be hard to imagine the muscle-clad, hyper-virile giant that she is today being picked on by a group of insecure teenagers, but back then, she was quite an easy target.

One day, I heard her coming home while our mother was still at work. I, who had not gone to school due to a cough that was just sickly enough to convince my parents that I was ill, came down the stairs to greet her and tell her that today's lunch was in the oven and that we would eat as soon as mom and dad returned, but I immediately saw that something was wrong. Hannah hung her head, and although she tried to hide it, I could see that her eyes were glistening with tears.

âžHannahâis everything alright?", I asked gingerly.

My sister didn't answer. Instead, she just sobbed, turned her face, and ran upstairs, where I could hear her slamming her room door close.

I was far from an adult back then, and I was even further from wise than I am now, but I knew that I had to do something, as seeing her like that hurt me immensely. I followed her path, waiting a while in front of the door before managing to convince myself to knock.

âžSisâI'm sorry", I said softly, âžif there is anything you want to talk about, you can tell me. I'm here for you if you need me".

Again, no reply. I fancied that I heard her crying quietly into a pillow, but that may just have been a cat howling in the distance or the random noises an old house like ours would occasionally make. I remained standing there for a while, knowing that I would feel awful to just leave her in a situation like this. After what seemed like an eternity, but most likely didn't exceed a quarter of an hour, she hesitantly opened the door, her cheeks red with shame and with tears running down to her chin.

She told me everything â" how mean and terrible the girls at school treated her, what demeaning rumours they told about her and which slanderous nicknames she had been given, and how the teachers did nothing, as if they too thought that she was some sort of freak and deserved to be treated like an outcast. On that day, this behaviour had reached a new depth of depravity, as she had found her locker with the word âžSHEMALE" scrawled across it in capital letters. A group of girls, she told me, broke out in laughter when they saw her shocked reaction.

Hannah struggled to articulate these words, and I noticed serious anger behind her sadness. I fully understood her â" suddenly, I hated those damn brats too, but I felt incapable to do anything about it. I couldn't show up at school and threaten a bunch of teenage girls, could I? That would have appeared as pure insanity, and I highly doubt that it would have helped her in any way.

After finishing her recount of those cruelties, Hannah threw her arms around me, her face pressed against my chest, and began to sob. I may not be good at consoling people, but I tried my best, by gently petting her head and telling her reassuring words.

âžIt's gonna be alright", I whispered, âžThere's nothing wrong with you. Those girls are idiots, and what they say doesn't matter at all. You're not a freak, you're just my little sister".

By the time our mother came home and we had lunch, Hannah had calmed down and wiped away her tears, so no discussion ensured. Father broke his promise to come home, as usual, and only returned in the evening.

I do think that Hannah didn't forget my clumsy attempts to comfort her for a long time, and maybe she still, in a way, sees me as her big brother who would protect her and help her whenever she stumbled. And just as she remembered what I had done for her, she remembered what those girls at school had done to her.

My sister is not a mean person by nature, but she can be quite resentful, especially if someone hurt her this deeply. There were six girls who had been particularly cruel to her, and while she had named them, there is absolutely no need to identify them now. While I didn't feel anything about this group except a vague resentment, I ended up hearing some curious things about them and decided to do some research.

Out of the six, the parents of four divorced in the next two years â" a more than unusual statistic anomaly. Furthermore, I found out that at least two of their mother gave birth in that time period, one moved away with her daughter, and one apparently was even arrested, though the reason for that remained elusive to me. Revenge, Hannah had learned at a young age, is a dish best served ice-cold.

â"â"

I cannot say why I remembered that story while I was driving back from work one day. Maybe it was the cool headwind that reminded me of the chilly early spring weather on the day Hannah came home dejected, or maybe it was just a random concoction of neurones firing that made me recall that memory and not some other.

However it may be, I had picked up an ample portion of Chinese food and a few beers on the way, and had no plans other than having a nice, relaxed evening. Hannah had called around noon, and based on her tone of voice â" and even more on the soft, echoing sounds I heard in the background â" I concluded that she was very busy and would, if at all, only return late at night that day. To be honest, I was somewhat glad, as my ravenous sister had the tendency to snatch food off other's plates, no matter how much she had herself.

Trying to enjoy this nice, warm summer evening, I decided to appreciate our garden a bit more. Besides the wooden sun lounger, which I knew had been used by Hannah for private purposes at least once (and on which I, for just that reason, avoided sitting), we also had a rarely used aluminium table, half-hidden in the green. Instead of eating alone in the dank house, I made use of it, and although the chair aside wasn't too comfortable, it felt rather nice sitting there, as deep in nature as you could be in such a suburb, listening to the birds chirping and the insects buzzing all around me.

The food was truly good, and the beer certainly helped my enjoyment. Soon, I felt like I could forget my troubles, or at least temporarily cram them into some back corner of my brain. I almost didn't mind that my sister was on a rampage that only got more extreme as time went on, and that I had just discovered that I had a niece and a nephew living just a few streets away. I almost didn't care to think what would happen if Mark, or anyone else for that matter, found out about it. It almost didn't matter how likely it was that those two were far from the only undiscovered relatives of mine, and that Hannah doubtlessly made sure there were more to come.

After I had finished that last piece of duck meat, I just sat there for a while, thinking and sipping beer. I considered calling Sarah, but I surmised that phoning someone while drunk, even if it was only a light buzz, probably wasn't a good idea. It was still hot outside, so I pressed that cool bottle against my forehead, wishing that I had the money to install an AC.

From my position seated at the garden table, I had only a very oblique view into the house, yet I still noticed, if only as a vague shadow, something moving in there. Assuming that my sister had returned, I stepped closer, and although I eventually found out that I had been right, the figure I saw there definitely wasn't Hannah.

The woman standing inside was facing away from me, yet it hardly took a second to identify her. Those pillar-like thighs, that gigantic ass that seemed as pale and round as a full moon rising over the desert, the ripe softness of her pudgy flesh, and above all the titanic size of her unnaturally full breasts that were clearly visible even from behind â" if it wasn't my neighbour Lisa standing there naked in my living room, it would have been her doppelganger with the same affinity for surgical enhancement.

I took a step back, so that I would not be immediately discovered if she turned around. Of course, I knew that she wasn't here for me, and that my enjoyment would soon have to come to an end, but nevertheless I was beguiled by the sight, and decided to savour this moment as long as I could. I had seen Lisa emerging from her pool before, and although her clothing hid only very little of her immensely ample body, seeing her in the full nude was an entirely different thing. A bit more plumpness, a bit less restraint, but it still felt as if I saw her for the first time again.

Naturally, whenever I see an attractive woman in or around the house, Hannah would soon appear as sure as night followed day. The door swung open with urgent quickness, and in stepped my sister in full glory.

Although I was still struck by the sight of Lisa's divine body, feeling the nigh-unbearable urge to go into the house and grab her succulent, soft flesh, for some reason did Hannah's appearance surprise me even more. She was almost naked, wearing only her boxers that even at the best of times barely managed to contain her monstrous endowment, and were now turned by the gargantuan size of her erection and her fat drooping testicles into an almost hidden strip of cloth wrapped around her loins. With a swift movement, she took them off as well.

I had seen my sister undressed and even in fully aroused state more times than I like to admit and with an unusual regularity, yet something about her body surprised me. Nothing about her had changed substantially, but a few things seemed different enough for me to notice.

First of all, I felt that Hannah was even taller than I remembered her, maybe only by an inch or so, but enough to make her as a whole appear a bit more slender. More interestingly, it seemed that her breasts had grown, likewise not by much and still only molehills compared to the titanic tits of Lisa or Aimee, but they weren't as small as I thought them to be. It may sound absurd, but as I saw her there standing like the marble-hewn statue of a muscle-bound goddess, she seemed more feminine than she had in a long time.

This was especially unusual considering that her most definitely un-feminine part appeared to have undergone some change as well, and definitely not in a way that made it look more womanly. I don't think her cock had gained any length, though that was hard to say as it had long surpassed any human comparison, but it certainly seemed even thicker than I recalled it, and as the glans had grown so broad it jutted over the shaft like a mushroom of dark, purple-ish meat, it was even harder to see it as something that could be part of a human, resembling more and more the bestial cock of a breeding stallion.

Hannah stepped forth, towering over the plump woman that stood closer to the window. She smiled, an expression that may seem friendly and reassuring at first, but actually resembled more closely the triumphant grin of a lioness about to jump onto her prey and mercilessly tear that defenceless creature apart. Softly, she placed her hand on Lisa's cheek, but judging from her position, I figured that her horse-like cock was already touching the older woman's body.

I knew that I should have left, that all that remained to see was something that I had witnessed so often already, but things happened very quickly then. It took Hannah only a single breath to transform from an at least nominally tender lover into a ravenous beast that was fine-tuned by nature for a single purpose. She grabbed Lisa by the sides, digging her strong fingers into her soft flesh, and effortlessly lifted her up, causing the older woman to emit a surprised squeal, only to roughly throw her onto the couch.

Lisa was so pushed into a position where her massive posterior was raised and facing me, her broad thighs leaving almost no space between them. I could see her pussy, a wonderfully meaty and pink thing, rimmed by a short stubble of light brown hair and glistening already with wetness; and between her incredibly fat, slightly spread cheeks, I saw her tight brown anus.

Hannah grabbed the older woman's ample ass with one hand, while hauling off the other arm. A moment later, she slapped Lisa's cheeks with such immense force that I heard the clap through the window like lightning striking a nearby tree. The power of the slap, had Hannah not held her in place with the other hand, would have doubtlessly knocked her off the couch; instead she emitted a scream that was not entirely due to pain, and turned her head to face her torturer. Her expression was hard to read, showing shock, excitement, and arousal in unequal parts, and her mouth adorned with crimson lipstick formed a strange smile.

Hannah spoke a few words that remained unintelligible to me, and Lisa replied briefly in between laboured breaths. Where my sister's broad hand had struck the naked flesh, a reddened silhouette appeared, a clear brand that marked her property. I still stood there watching, knowing that I should leave before being noticed, but something still compelled me to remain.

A broad, smug grin appeared on Hannah's face, and moments later, she had pushed her hand between the older woman's fat thighs and began to softly rub her wet slit. Lisa's body quivered slightly, and Hannah immediately responded by shoving two of her long fingers into her pussy.

You would think that someone with a cock more equine than human, nigh-infinite libido and stamina, and more experience in the arts of carnal pleasure than an entire whorehouse would be blessed enough by the gods of ecstasy and animalistic sexuality, but on top of all that, Hannah also had an astonishing talent for fingering. Her hands easily reached deeper than most cocks did, swiftly stimulating nerves and stretching out tight crevices, giving her partners a mind-bending experience without even using her most powerful, all-destroying weapon. Within moments, Lisa was moaning at an intensity that soon turned into screaming and howling, and very soon, her entire body convulsed in the throes of orgasmic pleasure, and a stream of clear liquid squirted from her pussy, sprayed by Hannah's still rapidly moving hand into a rain of glistening droplets.

Getting that out of the couch pillows is gonna be a pain in the ass, I surmised.

As silly as it may sound, it was this ultra-mundane thought that dragged me back to reality. I shook my head like someone who had been roughly awoken from slumber, and took a step back, looking at the scene developing inside one last time before turning around. As I walked around the house, the noises became quieter, until I could almost convince myself that they were being drowned out by the background noise.

I experienced a strange mixture of emotions, but above all, I suddenly felt tired, as if watching my sister having fun with my voluptuous neighbour had somehow drained me off my energy. I would have liked to just go inside, drop into bed and take a nap like a child coming home from a long school day, but I knew that could hardly sleep in there, and it didn't seem like the duo in the living room would be finished anytime soon.

There wasn't really anything I wanted to do except rest, and I had no place to go either. I wasn't shocked, like when I had watched Aimee being ravaged by Hannah, so I guess my mood was closer to annoyance and simple exhaustion, but still, something about what I had seen worried me. In one of my pockets, I found a lone cigarette, and smoked it standing on the front porch.

I knew that I should quit, of course, but that really didn't seem to be the right moment to think about my vices and better myself. The nicotine revitalised me somewhat, and I began to think about what had unsettled me. Hannah was still a teen, so her having a growth spurt should not have surprised me, but the thought still baffled me somehow.

When you see a child growing, you can somewhat imagine what their adult form will look like, but with my sister, I could only speculate. No one knew what heigh she would eventually reach, if she ever stopped growing, and how the rest of her body would change in the coming months and years. In my mind, a ridiculous, cartoony vision formed; a nude Hannah towering over skyscrapers while rampaging through the city, crushing buildings with a movement, her dangling cock as big as a train, and with people running away in a panic at the sight of this grotesque giant destroying everything they knew and loved. As stupid as this thought was, it did amuse me enough to evoke a slight smile on my face, just for a moment.

âžHey, no one ever told you how unhealthy that is?", a mocking voice said somewhere in the distance. It was definitely feminine, and somewhat familiar, though I could not say where I had heard it before, with an inflection that betrayed its amusement.

At the edge of the lawn, a young woman stood. I judged her to be about my age, and rather attractive, with blond hair falling to her shoulders and spotless, pale skin, wearing a grey top and a black frilled miniskirt, along with a fashionable pair of thick-rimmed glasses. Her most notable feature however, at least for me, were her unusually broad hips, giving her body a remarkable pear-shape and immediately reminding me of someone else. Once I had put two and two together, I wondered why I hadn't immediately realised whose face this was.

âžOh, don't you recognise me anymore, Matty?", she continued, with a sly smile appearing on her face as she walked over to me. Likewise, I tried to appear amicable, though I am not sure how convincing I managed to be.

âžJenny", I said more to myself than to her, and the amused look she gave me in reply seemed almost slightly pitying. I tried to smile as well, though I think that it may have looked somewhat forced.

âžWell, what brings you here?", I asked, trying to bridge the awkward silence.

âžMe? Ah, I just wanted to spend some time with my mom before heading back to college, maybe visit a few old friends and see the neighbourhood I grew up in. I gotta say, it's very much like I remember it all those years ago".

âžR-Right, there's not much change going on around here".

âžWell, things may stay the same, but people certainly change, Matty. I mean, look at us: Last time I saw you, you were just a little kid, and now, you've turned into a good looking young man â" God, I sound like my mother already".

I had to laugh, just a light chuckle, but it was completely genuine this time. From one minute to the next, it seemed as if most of the tension had left my body, like I did not know what was going on in the living room and which would most likely continue for quite some time. I saw Jenny, although she was doubtlessly attractive, with a sort of innocent, platonic gaze, as if this was still the same summer when we were separated as children.

âžUh, speaking of my mom, have you seen her? I don't think she left, but I can't seem to find her", she continued.

âžNah, I haven't seen her at all today", I replied rapidly.

Just as she was about to open her mouth for another snarky remark told with a sly smile, a sudden noise startled Jenny. It recognised it as a female voice, starting as a high-pitched scream that quickly decayed into a low, breathy howl. As if to disprove the lie I had told so thoughtlessly to protect myself, Lisa loudly confirmed that she was in fact not far away.

A shiver went down my spine as I spent a moment thinking that Jenny had recognised her mother's voice, but the look of her face showed mere confusion instead of the shock and shame I expected to see in her expression if she realised that her mom was having wild, animalistic sex just a few feet away from her.

âžWhat in God's name was that?", she asked quietly, maybe more to herself than to me.

âžHmm, sounds like a dog to me", I answered, trying not to stumble over my words and reveal my nervousness. But to my surprise, Jenny seemed neither doubtful nor distrusting, but instead smirked slightly.

âžYou think it's that mutt of old Mr Watson?", she asked. Immediately, I vividly remembered some stories I had all but forgotten, and I began to chuckle.

âžWell, I think that dog died about five years ago. That thing was almost as mean-spirited as the old bitter geezer that owned him".

âžGod, do you remember when we walking along his fence and that dog suddenly jumped up and barked at us? I've never seen you run that fast, and I think you've screamed all the way back home".

âžDon't be mean, I was just a lil' kid back then".

âžSo was I, but I didn't run away screaming".

âžOh, we can't all be as heroic and intrepid as you, Jenny".

By that point in time, we were both laughing, reminding each other of some amusing or embarrassing stories from our childhood spent together. There was a lot to chat about, as we eventually slipped into the present and talked about our current lives, and despite my less than ideal communication skills, we spent close to an hour in conversation. Although I did not exactly find out what Jenny was studying at college, what little I understood seemed rather intricate and technical, making me feel a slight shame over my comparable lack of education. Furthermore, it seemed that she was much involved in a lot of the typical college social life, probably attending more parties in a week than I did in the last few years and experiencing things that I, at best, only knew vaguely about. Jenny, it appeared to me, had a level of confidence that bordered on arrogance, yet I didn't mind her slightly haughtiness at all, as the past we shared allowed me to look past it and see her amicable, joyful personality.

In the end, heaven did have mercy with me, and the noises that Lisa made in her joyous union with my sister never again became loud enough to disrupt our conversation. Jenny even invited me over for a cup of coffee, but I truthfully told her that I felt too tired and that we should catch up some other day, assuming that she did so mostly out of politeness anyway. Before we parted, she gave me a pleasant hug and told me how glad she was to have seen me again. The sun was beginning to sink over the roofs and treetops of the neighbourhood, and I continued standing in front of the house, wondering if my fate may not be as dire as I had imagined.

â"â"

I was awoken by a noise that seemed both alien and oddly familiar, like the sound of a beast howling in some subterranean cavern. I jumped up and felt the ground vibrating under my feet, realising that the source of the noise had to be near and very powerful.

I stepped into the hallway, where I heard the sound even louder now, yet it became no clearer, and I still could not tell if it was natural or not. The lights only emitted a dim glow after I turned them on, as if the room was filled with thick fog, and many corners remained in inky darkness.

Finally I reached the landing of the staircase, and now both the floor and the walls seemed to buzz with strange energy. Had the steps always been this broad? Had the carpet always been that tattered and colourless? Somewhat confused, but less worried than I should have been, I began to descend the stairs.

The flight in front of me seemed to stretch endlessly, and when I should have long reached the lower landing, the distance still lying before me was just as long as when I commenced. I started running, but after passing just a few steps, I stumbled, tripping over something small that I had not seen in the darkness, and fell.

I tumbled like a rag doll thrown down a flight of stairs, bumping my head, back, and limbs against the steps, yet oddly enough I barely felt any pain. The staircase had turns that shouldn't have been there, and I lost orientation completely, as if I had fallen into some winding, unexplored cave. Eventually, I reached the bottom, landing on my face, and the noise had become so loud that the source had to be very close now.

Guided by some force that I did not understand, I walked into the living room, which seemed to be filled with the same sort of nebulous murkiness as the hallway in the upper floor. Now, I realised that the sound was indeed not a natural occurrence, and finally I grasped its origin: I understood it to be a voice, pitched-down, distorted and echoed to the point that it turned into a monstrous, droning growl, and somehow, I realised that the voice altered so grotesquely belonged to none other than my sister.

Hannah stood in the centre of the room, reminding me of a gymnast about to perform some acrobatic feat for an audience of just one. Her body was bare from head to toe, tall enough to almost bump the celling, her wet muscles glistening in the dim light like structures of polished metal.

The darkness subsided, as if an intangible wind had blown away the smoke, and I could see clearly again. A broad smile showed on Hannah's face, but it seemed far more malicious and less human than usual, more like the drooling grin of a rabid animal. Her member was just as bestial, now totally transformed into the perfect life-size replica of a horse cock, throbbing with blood and emitting such heat that I could feel it a few feet away. Her lips were moving, addressing words at me, but out of her mouth came only unintelligible, garbled noises.

In her broad hands that seemed more like the powerful paws of some beast, she held a lithe, feminine body that appeared absolutely tiny in comparison to Hannah's giant frame, its arms and legs hanging down limply like a doll held by a child. The body sluggishly turned its head to face me, and with immense horror, I realised that the eyes starring at me, ripped wide open in paralysing fear, were in fact the eyes of my beloved Sarah.

This cannot be, I tried to tell myself, yet I was not strong enough to believe it.

I felt as if I had been punched in the gut, an atrocious dull pain that originated at some vague point inside my body, spreading within a heartbeat until it immersed every fibre of my body in unbelievable agony. This was armageddon, the worst possible thing that I dared not think about, yet which I feared would occur one day. I wanted to open my mouth and shout, but my lips would not part; I tried to turn around and run like a coward, but my feet were nailed to the ground; I attempted to raise my hands and fight it, but my arms were heavy as lead.

I finally saw Sarah's pussy, a perfect narrow slit barely as long as three of my fingers, with bright pink lips and completely devoid of any hair surrounding. It almost seemed too perfect to be human, more like an artfully crafted piece of pale porcelain. Hannah was staring at this beautiful tiny hole just as I was, and I saw her eyes burning with bestial hunger and a demonic lust for destruction. Just inches away, her horse-cock throbbed like a rocket about to lift off.

This cannot be, I tried to tell myself, yet I was not strong enough to believe it.

All I could do was watch, powerless and suffering greatly. Hannah continuously looked into my eyes, smiling maliciously without that degree of childlike innocence that I knew her for, while slowly lowering defenceless Sarah onto her enormous lance of destruction. Then came the horrid moment when the tip of the monstrosity, soaked by the constant stream of clear sticky liquid that welled from its opening and already drooled to a shapeless puddle on the floor, made contact with that fragile pink hole.

Sarah, too, was staring at me, her eyes wide open and glistening with tears. From her shaking lips and her horrified expression, I inferred more than words could have told me in that one short moment. She was crying for help, desperately pleading with me to step in and rescue her, as a final chance to escape and survive this measureless, stupefying horror. But all I managed to do was to stare, disappointing her vain hope and condemning my beloved. I knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that this would completely destroy her body and very well kill her, yet I remained paralysed.

This cannot be, I tried to tell myself, yet I was not strong enough to believe it.

And then she began to push it in.

Sarah's hole seemed so small and tight that I wondered if she would have even been able to take a cock as short and thin as mine without sufficient preparation. Seeing Hannah's monstrous cock entering her was like watching a careless kid blowing up a balloon, knowing that it would very soon pop, yet somehow, Sarah's delicate pussy was not torn to pieces.

As my sister's cock, as thick as a two litre bottle at its narrowest radius, was pushed into her body with the unstoppable force of an avalanche rushing down a mountain, those fragile pink lips were stretched far beyond what should have been possible, becoming more thin and pale with every passing moment. I could not believe it, but eventually and mostly involuntarily, Sarah had managed to take a cock that was thicker than her thigh.

Hannah did not gloat in her triumph, but continued to go deeper. I had often seen a sizeable bulge appear on a woman's stomach as she stretched out their insides and pushed aside their organs to make space for her monster, only in this case, it wasn't just a mound-like bulge, but the entire clear-cut outline of Hannah's cock protruding from her stomach; starting at her pussy stretched to many times its original size, to some point frighteningly far above her belly button, with so many inches of the ruinous flesh-pillar still remaining outside.

And Hannah kept smiling at me, and she kept pushing.

Time collapsed, becoming a totally meaningless concept for me. In the end, Sarah's body was utterly broken, her abdomen transformed into nothing but a tunnel for that horse cock, its tip having reached some place inside her thorax. I looked into her eyes, and saw that she was gone. Lifeless eyes stared into nothingness, with trails of tears running down her cheeks and saliva drooling from the corner of her half-open mouth. Sarah was dead, even though her body was still breathing, as her mind had been irreversibly destroyed, her brain pounded into mush by my little sister's inhuman cock.

Hannah, still smiling demonically, spoke to me, and this time I understood them, as if she was whispering directly into my ear.

âžYou knew this would happen, Matty", she said with a childish chuckle, âžAnd you knew that you could do nothing to stop it".

Hannah then began utilising her new living sex toy, fucking it like she would any cheap fleshlight until it was too broken to please her anymore, and I noticed that the floor was shaking underneath my feet. The more she reamed my girlfriend's ruined body, the stronger did the vibrations become, as if her lust alone was powerful enough to shatter the entire world around her.

Soon, the whole room around me was shaking, and my sister constantly increased the speed and brutality with which she fucked her newest toy. She then started to laugh, sonorous and unhinged like a madwoman, while flakes of plaster began to rain down from the celling. I heard windows shattering, pieces of furniture tumbling over, and pipes inside the walls breaking like dry twigs. This, I realised, was a massive earthquake, a great catastrophe that will destroy everything within a certain radius, and it was entirely my sister's doing.

I heard a loud bang â" and the walls came crashing down around me.

â"â"

When I woke up, I felt my heart beating like an anvil struck by a blacksmith's hammer. I was soaked in sweat from head to toe, and could hear my blood buzzing in my ears like a whole blizzard. I sat up, trying to take a few deep breaths and calm myself down.

A moment later, I felt silly. Why did such a stupid dream affect me, an adult with a job and a so far well-functioning relationship, so badly? I told myself to shake it off, to laugh at myself for being frightened so easily, but a lump of bitter bile seemed to clog up my throat. I turned on the light and started thinking.

I had seen, heard or otherwise become aware of my sister doing salacious things with countless women and girls, but none felt even remotely as close to me as Sarah did. Only then did I realise how much she meant to me, how much time I had spent thinking about her, and how badly the thought of losing her affected me. I may have been a beaten dog in that regard, and a cynic by nature, but it became clear to me, clear as anything had ever been, that I really did love Sarah.

The most frightening aspect of this dream, I figured, lay in the fact that it wasn't completely removed from reality. Often enough had my worst assumptions only scratched the surface of how bad things truly were, and often enough had seemingly outlandish ideas concerning Hannah's capabilities turned out to be gross underestimates. Even if the chance was a mere one in a million, I still couldn't accept it.

This time, I wouldn't just sit and watch from a distance, waiting for my moment to come, only to realise that a catastrophe had happened in the meantime. I decided that I would meet up with Sarah as soon as possible and tell her what I had so long been afraid to say. I needed her, and I needed to be with her, to make sure she knew how I felt, and I hoped so direly she felt the same for me. There would be no boulder on my path this time, no obstacle that holds me back. I knew what I had to do.

Very soon after that, I fell asleep, determined to make tomorrow a special day.

Chapter 14

Notes:

Alright, this one took a while. Not that much lewd content, mostly character development and set-up and stuff like that. If you're in for the hot futa action alone, you may find it boring. Anyway, the next one will be more fun.

PS: My life's a hot mess right now, so I cannot even speculate how long it will take. Sorry, lads and lasses.

Chapter Text

To this day, I firmly believe that there is no suave way to buy condoms. Maybe if you have the natural coolness that my unfortunate friend Xavier possesses, but for a common fool like me, it will always be awkward to a certain degree. Hannah, of course, was her own category, and comparing her to any other person, here or at the other end of this earth, would be pointless.

Still, I did my best to appear casual, as if this was something that I did everyday and not a situation that made me nervous hours in advance. So, I went to the local store where I usually brought my groceries, but when I stood there in front of the shelf and held that lurid pink paper box in my hands, it still felt like I was doing something deeply embarrassing. Determined to get this awkward situation over with, I stepped to the cash register, and â" another fine little prank fate played on me â" saw that the employee on the other side of the till was the young female cashier who had come to our house at least twice, and most likely far more often.

Suddenly, the pack of condoms wasn't the source of awkwardness anymore. Once we had recognised each other, we both put up fake smiles, avoiding eye contact and barely speaking a word during the transaction, and I could almost hear her sighing in relief once I grabbed my purchase and turned to leave the store. It was only then, looking back from the shop's door at her dealing with some other customer, that I realised that something about her seemed off.

The change was only minor, and I had hardly seen her often enough, if once up very close, to make a definite judgement, but I felt like something about her appearance was different. Her figure as a whole seemed a bit fuller, her hips a tad wider, her breasts underneath the rough work-shirt slightly bigger. I immediately jumped to a conclusion, froze for a second in front of the store, before shaking it off and telling myself to stop being so paranoid.

It was preposterous to conclude, based on a few subtle signs that may in fact be nothing but my eyes playing tricks on me, that the nameless cashier was pregnant. The whole situation with Veronica and her twins continued to haunt my mind and made me see suspicious changes where there was nothing to see. Most likely, she had simply gained some weight, which certainly didn't diminish her attractiveness in the least. And even if she was pregnant, it was still hasty to assume that my sister had anything to do with it.

Or at least, so I told myself. Sometimes it did seem as if any negative thought I had would turn out to be true, sooner or later. I didn't want to think about these things â" not only because I had vowed so often to not let Hannah's reckless behaviour ruin my life anymore, but also because there were more important things to focus my attention on.

The morning after that uneasy night, my thoughts were focused on Sarah, and I spent a while just going through the photos I had of her, including the saucy selfie she had sent me a while before. It took me some time to come up with a message to send her, and a few more minutes to convince myself that I was doing the right thing. I tried to sound neither too formal nor too disinterested, simply informing her that I would like to see her, suggesting the restaurant of our first date as a place to meet up.

Sarah's reply was brief; her laconic âžok sure" worried me somewhat. I suddenly realised that she may interpret my text as a polite announcement that I was planning to break up with her, and cursed myself for not making it clear that the cause was a less dire one. I then tried to calm down by concluding that there will be more than enough time to clarify once I had the chance to look directly into her kind, dark eyes, but a somewhat anxious feeling remained.

Although it was no prerequisite for me, and I knew from experience that I could live quite well without it, I can't deny that having sex with Sarah was my goal. As hackneyed as it may sound, I felt that my attraction to her was more than mere carnal desire, more than the intense physical urge I experienced when seeing Lisa's lush curves as she emerged from that pool, but rather a deeper wish to be close to her. I wanted to strengthen and confirm our relationship, to make clear that this was something serious and no mere temporary workplace romance, and this was certainly a quicker and more promising way than carrying on and hoping for the best.

I wanted to be prepared, so having some condoms in wallet that weren't antediluvian relics of questionable durability was certainly advisable. I didn't know if I would get to taste the sweet fruit of intimacy on that day or at any time in the near future, but I knew that I could survive either way. What I could bear no longer was uncertainty.

â"â"

The traffic was glacial. It seemed as if all car owners in the county collectively decided to take the same road, and soon it was congealed with countless honking vehicles, in the late summer heat as well. And so it happened that I, who would usually plan in half an hour of leeway to arrive on time, came in late.

The nearest parking lot was across the street, so I began to run once I had exited the car, as if the few moments I may save really meant anything. I swung open the restaurant door with unnecessary force, causing a few patrons near the entrance to look up from their lunches and coffee cups to direct their attention towards me. I barely looked at them.

Sarah sat at the other end of the room, sipping on a can of soda. She immediately noticed me, but it was difficult to judge her face from afar, though I surmised that she wasn't angered by my lateness, as it was only a few minutes I let her wait. I came closer, and it appeared that she was indeed glad to see me, though something seemed to cloud her smile.

âžSo good to see you", I said, somewhat awkwardly bending over the table to kiss her lovely lips before taking a seat. I must have grinned like an idiot, but I was more focused on interpreting her face.

âžOh, I hope I didn't worry you too much, I mean with the message and by asking you to come here and all that".

âžIt's alright", she answered with a light, askew smile, âža bit sudden, but alright, you know".

For a while, I just stared at her, becoming more aware of all those magnificent facets of her being that I loved so much. I marvelled at her eyes, like precious jewelries carved from agate and pearl, her pale and spotless skin, her impeccably proportioned facial features, her straight, raven-black hair, her lithe yet sensual physiqueâ

I almost became completely lost, as if intoxicated by her mere sight and presence, but I knew that this was not the reason I asked her to come. Clearing my throat, I tried to sit upright and hide my nervousness the best I could.

âžSarah", I said in a voice that wasn't as confident as I had hoped it would be, âžthere â" there's something I need to tell you". But with every word I spoke, the smile on Sarah's face decayed and turned into an expression of grave worry, causing me to freeze with my mouth half-open.

Suddenly, she reached across the table and grabbed my hand, laying her slender fingers around my wrist. For just a heartbeat, she lowered her gaze and bit her lip, trying to find words that would obviously be hard to pronounce.

âžMatty", Sarah half-whispered, âžbefore you say anything, IâIâthere is aâ"

I just sat there for a minute or so, completely under her spell. I was concerned, of course, as it was clear that what she was trying to tell me could hardly be something positive (could there be someone else, a boyfriend or lover maybe? was she planning to move or leave me for some other reason?), yet at the same time, I was simply in awe. My beautiful Sarah, even in this moment of distress, exuded such regnal elegance that I felt dumbstruck.

âžWell", she eventually said, âžmaybe it's best if I just show you".

My memory of what occurred after that is somewhat hazy, like the distant remembrance of a dream. Sarah stood up and gently guided me through the room, passing by a number of occupied and unoccupied tables, to the back end of the restaurant. To my surprise and the bafflement of the customers that saw us, we headed right for the men's restroom.

I cannot recall what I was thinking in this unusual situation, though I can infer that it must have been a mixture of confusion and excitement; concluding that my beautiful, pure Sarah was in fact more adventurous than I had expected, and that I would get to use the condoms that I bought earlier than I had dared to hope. She lead me into a cubicle and barred the door behind us, then I reached down to grab my wallet, doubtlessly with a broad smile on my face, but before I could pull it out, things took a very different turn.

Now, only an arm's length separated us, fortunately alone in this restroom sequestered from the noises of the lunchtime business. Sarah, with her back against the door, pulled up her black plaid skirt with a slow, hesitant movement, and suddenly I understood why I had never seen her wearing anything shorter than knee-length, or any type of trousers that weren't baggy or thickly textured like the ones she usually donned to work.

I think that my friend Xavier, when seeing my sister walking around the house in her typically skimpy summer outfits for the first time, might have experienced a confusion similar to the one I felt in that restroom. At first, it was a mixture of denial and rationalisation, trying to downplay the impact of what I was seeing, that rapidly turned into a frightening admission of truth. This was neither an illusion nor some sort of phantasm deceiving me, but a pure and icy reality. When Sarah pulled down her boxers as well, even the last traces of hopeful doubt were wiped away.

Sarah, my beautiful and majestic girlfriend, the one woman I had fallen for head over heels, who had quickly come to mean more to me than almost any else on this world and under whose spell I had hopelessly fallen, had a cock. I could not deny it, and neither could I convince myself that it was merely an oversized and oddly shaped clitoris, or some sort of rare but ultimately ignorable anatomic trait. It was a fully formed set of male genitals, and it was big.

Of course, it was not even close to the inhuman size of Hannah's titanic endowment (curse you, sister, for once again managing to intrude into my private life like that!), but compared to the standard of typical males, she was definitely well above average, and in relation to her svelte and feminine body, it seemed downright gigantic. Once freed from its textile constraints, it swayed for a few moments like a fat meat pendulum, before it came to a halt between her pale thighs and before her egg-sized testicles held by a tight, smooth sack.

I pondered. It took my stupefied mind a few seconds to fully comprehend what was going on, before it finally struck me like a landslide. The restroom seemed to melt away from my field of view, as if the entire world had contorted to accommodate the dimensions of my girlfriend's fat, uncut cock. My throat closed and dried up, my muscles tensed; and for a short moment, I genuinely thought that I was having a heart attack.

Sarah looked at me, her face deeply apologetic, like a child coming forth to an adult to admit something that will doubtlessly bring scolding and punishment. I may have tried to say something, but my lips were numb and paralysed; and as she remained silent as well, I panicked.

I cannot remember what happened immediately after that to save my life. I must have (gently, I hope) pushed Sarah aside and stormed out of the restaurant, as my closest memory is me fumbling through my pockets to find the car keys; and once I had them, I drove off without seeing her again. Considering my state of mind, it is astonishing that I managed to leave without causing an accident.

Since then, I have often asked myself why this situation, among all the stressful moments I had experienced during that time, caused me to loose my mind like that. Maybe, I had already reached my limit, and the events in that restroom were the straw that broke the camel's back; though I don't think it is that simple. More likely, I had been able to endure all of the stress my sister had put me under, from the rapture of Aimee to the unexpected return of Veronica along with my niece and nephew that Hannah had fathered so long ago, due to my ability to focus my attention elsewhere, towards Sarah. Now, that this refuge had collapsed and my hope had been shattered, it all came crashing down on me.

In addition to that, it was the very specific way in which I was affected that made this situation so endlessly painful for me. I tried so arduously to distance myself from Hannah, to keep her out of my private life, and the time I spent with Sarah, even the time I spent just thinking about her, was a space free from the deadly undertow that my sister produced â" and now, as a cruel twist of fate, it was revealed that exactly the calamity I avoided so carefully had always existed at the very centre of my refuge. It was just all too much.

What were the chances? How likely was it that the two women who mattered the most in my life just happened to share this rare and unusual trait? It felt like being struck by lightning twice; more than enough to assume that something very strange was going on. I thought that this had to be the punchline of some very cruel prank fate had decided to pull on me, raising my hopes before crushing them in the most awful way possible.

Had she told me that she had been cheating, that her real boyfriend was waiting just outside, or even if she told me that I was repulsive and that our so-called relationship had been nothing but misunderstood politeness; I would have survived it. Of course, it would have been painful, but after a period of sorrow things would return to normal, and I'd be able to look into her eyes again. But because things had transpired in this specific manner, the Sarah that existed in my mind had been irreversibly altered, unwillingly fused with Hannah on grounds of the unusual feature they both had. She had been tainted, and whenever I saw her, I would now think about my sister too.

The restroom scene echoed through my mind no matter how hard I tried to banish it by thinking about something, anything else. I felt such intense disgust, though I am not sure if was directed towards Sarah, Hannah, or myself. In the end, I was so distracted I only realised that I had missed my exit when I was many miles past it.

I groaned in frustration and shook my head, but also realised at the same time that just the thought of returning home was enough to send a shiver down my spine. I imagined running into Hannah, smugly smiling after returning from her latest debaucherous adventure, and that alone was enough to almost make me nauseous. I knew that this was an extremely childish thing to do, to think that my problems would simply disappear if I ignored them for long enough, but I was too stupefied by shock and confusion to make any rational decision.

Soon, I was driving on a road that I had never used before, passing through a town that I knew only as a mark on the map. All I wanted was to get away, away from Sarah, from the damn city and the damn restaurant, and from my home life with my sister who always seemed to find new ways to cause chaos and put me under stress. In movies, such scenes in which a character roams aimlessly to clear his mind and think about his existence are usually reserved for protagonists and cool loners, but in my case, I was just a sad, dazed man running away from his problems.

The environment around me began to change. Storefronts turned into fences and hedges brimming suburban gardens, quaint houses were replaced by vast fields of ripe corn. Eventually, after driving around without a goal or orientation for hours, I seemed to have left civilisation altogether, and found myself in a remote, desolate area where only dry grass covered the endless plane. The road was empty aside from the occasional truck passing by, and signs of human settlement were scarce.

Eventually, I felt a great tiredness overcoming me, and decided to finally end this farce before I'd end up running out of fuel in the middle of the desert to be eaten by coyotes, or whatever carnivores roam this part of the country. A somewhat sandblasted sign informed me that a gas station was just two miles ahead, so I decided to take a much-needed break. By then, the sun had begun to sink over the distant mountain range in the west, and I realised that I had wasted an entire day out of childish defiance.

The gas station was the first building I had seen in many miles, and seemed somewhat out of place, angular and illuminated, in the dreary and primordial landscape. On the parking lot surrounding it stood a handful of decrepit looking cars and trucks, but human beings I saw none. I was in dire need for a nicotine fix, so I left my vehicle at the edge of the paved ground and took a short walk while lighting my cigarette.

Addiction, thy name is tobacco. I managed to clear my mind a bit and felt the tension in my body easing as that bluish smoke filled up my lungs, and as the sun continued to approach the horizon, I finally felt stable enough to follow some thoughts coherently.

I realised, and in fact scolded myself for not understanding this earlier, that I had no reason to be upset with Sarah. There was no way that I could fully comprehend her position, but as I imagined myself in her place, what she did appeared far more reasonable. She had a secret, and couldn't be sure how I would react to it, so revealing it at some earlier point seemed unadvisable. I was left wondering what such a conversation would have even panned out to be like. Something among the lines of, Sure, I'd love to go out on a date with you, oh-and-by-the-way I have a cock that's most likely far bigger than yours, would Friday noon be ok with you?

Poor Sarah. Thinking about it, I couldn't even criticise her for the way she had informed me about her unusual condition. She was understandably nervous, feeling that she couldn't leave me in the dark for any longer, and chose a quick visual confirmation, like ripping off a bandaid, over some awkward discussion that might involve disbelief or ridicule. Suddenly I felt terrible over my reaction, storming out in horror and disgust as if she had told me she was some sort of cannibal. At the very least, I should have kept my nerves and responded in a more civilised manner, instead of performing this ridiculous freakout that was, considered from her perspective, downright insulting.

All of this in mind, the main question that remained was the state of my feelings towards her. I saw no reason to criticise her character, as I found no trace of malice or even thoughtlessness in her behaviour, but her body was an entirely different topic.

Could I still love her?

When I first saw her unique endowment, my vision of her was shattered, and I was overwhelmed by shock and disgust, and now, as I recalled the image in my mind, I still felt significant distress, though it seemed less paralysing and sharp this time. I began to wonder if I could get used to it, for the sake of Sarah and my feelings towards her. I had, up to this point, not thought much about cocks, except occasionally about my own and â" involuntarily more often â" about Hannah's, so I wasn't exactly sure if I was truly repulsed or merely puzzled by them. Considering Sarah, and how I loved every single inch of her body I had seen that far, I thought that I could eventually accept and maybe even appreciate this strange feature of her.

Still, I couldn't deny that the idea made me feel uneasy. I surmised that it would be best to apologise to her for being so rude, and if she is willing to do so, talk about what had happened and the general nature of our relationship. I came to the conclusion that it was completely wrong to conflate her in any way with my sister, just as wrong as it would be to insinuate that two people had a similar character because they both have freckles or an aquiline nose. Rather, it seemed that my gracious and somewhat shy Sarah had little in common with my lewd and boisterous Hannah, besides their anatomical traits.

In the end, I felt like I knew little more than when I arrived. The sun had by then passed beyond the horizon, leaving behind a crimson twilight that would soon turn to night. I had to return home, but tiredness had reestablished itself after being eased by the nicotine for a short while, and I concluded that driving through a monotonous landscape for multiple hours in this state of mind was a surefire way to end up in an accident. Although the thought was hardly appealing, it seemed that I would have to spend the night in this inhospitable place.

â"â"

There is something strange about gas stations. While it is hard to pinpoint what exactly makes them so odd, they always seemed to me to exist both everywhere and nowhere, in a vague void between places. Most people you meet there will be gone in just a few minutes, and in a couple of hours they may be hundreds of miles away. This one, sequestered somewhere in the outback, felt especially otherworldly to me, where the nigh-absolute silence was disturbed only by the distant rattling of the coolers. Combined with the pallid, unnatural lighting, it somewhat reminded me of a morgue.

There was no one around when I went in to pay for the gas that I needed for my journey home the next day. As I saw the countless shelves stuffed with chocolate bars, prepacked cakes and other unhealthy but convenient snacks, I realised that I hadn't eaten anything since the morning, as I stormed out of the restaurant before I could even order. Suddenly, I became aware of a gnawing hunger that I had ignored so far, and together with the overwhelming tiredness this endless day had thrusted on me, I felt like I would pass out any second.

Holding a number of rashly gathered sweets, a bag of chips, tuna sandwiches of questionable quality, cans of soda and packs of smokes in my arms, I stepped forward to the checkout. On the other side was a somewhat greasy looking young man, seated in front of a phalanx of colourful magazines, many of which were doubtlessly meant to appeal to the tastes of lonely truckers and other travellers looking for some private distraction. One, positioned right besides the clerk's head, showed a seductively smiling woman, naked except for a flimsy slip, barely covering her oversized silicon-enhanced breasts with her crossed arms. Involuntarily, I thought of someone back home.

As far as I could judge, even for a hyper-promiscuous stallion like Hannah, who had known and enjoyed the bodies of myriads of women, Lisa had to be something special. Even the lady on the pulpy porn-magazine couldn't reach her levels of matronly beauty and pure fecundity, and I surmised that my sister saw this no different. It wasn't unlikely that the two were, at the very moment I stood there before the cash desk and fumbled for my wallet, engaged in some obscene pleasure; maybe on the couch where I had already witnessed them, or in Hannah's room, the kitchen, someplace in the neighbouring houseâ

I was slightly distracted. And so it happened that when I took out a few bills to pay for fuel and snacks, the (unopened) condoms I had placed there fell out, right under the eyes of the amused clerk. I felt awkward, put on an apologetic smile and bent down to pick them up; as I looked up, I saw that the attendant wasn't merely smirking at my indiscretion and clumsiness, but smiling smugly with a facial expression that I found hard to interpret.

I got up and couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen him before, though the when and where remained a mystery. He was hardly good-looking; with a pale and scruffy face, wearing a discoloured baseball cap that hid most of his dark hair, yet his figure seemed oddly slender, almost to the point of appearing feminine. He continued to direct a broad and toothy smile at me, and I felt like I was facing a hyena certain that I'd be its next prey.

âžTravelin' for leisure, I see", he said with a slight drawl.

âžI knew when you came in that you ain't like the usual truckers and other fellows that I see round here. Planning to have some fun, no? Don'tcha worry, I'm not one to judge, not at all".

It took me a moment to comprehend what he was trying to insinuate. The situation seemed even more awkward now, and I thought about telling him everything to clear it up â" how optimistic I was in the morning when I bought the preservatives, how enchanted I was by my girlfriend's beauty, how deeply I was shocked by her untimely revelation, and how I completely lost my mind and drove here in a childish caprice â" but there was something in his expression that kept me from saying a word, something in his grin that felt so cunning and malicious.

âžYa see", he continued, âžI got my trailer just o'er the hill, and I got some nice tapes there, not the kinda ones they show on TV, if ya know what I mean. You can come visit after my shift, s'pose ya wanna watch some, that's all".

I shook my head, slowly and deliberately. Judging from his words and his unkempt appearance (though I have to admit that I barely looked any better) alone, he may have seemed like just a dumb, horny hick trying to alleviate his lonesomeness, but there was something that made me think that he may be smarter than his semblance led me to believe. Additionally, I had the vague feeling that our acquaintance might be mutual, and that he may know me better than I knew him, yet either waited for me to recognise him or decided to play some game on me that I couldn't even begin to understand.

âžSorry fellah, but I don't think I will", I said with a slightly shaky voice, anxious to receive my change so I could finally leave.

âžWell, your loss", he replied, not sounding particularly disappointed. While I walked out, my purchases piled up on my crossed arms, I could almost feel him gazing at me with a slight, amused grin. However, I forget about him and the apparent mystery he seemed to be very soon.

I was enthralled by beauty, not of some person or even the harsh and desolate landscape surrounding me, but of the brilliant night sky above. I couldn't remember ever having seen that many stars, shining like fragments of crystal lost in the velvet blackness. Although the nights in the suburb were definitely clearer than the ashen-grey darkness of the big cities, this felt like an entirely different vista; and I realised how long it had been since I had left the area around my home and my workplace. I lit another cigarette and my mind became tranquil, imagining being in peaceful places around the world, places I knew only from colourful reports on television, places where neither my sister nor Sarah were anywhere close.

This moment of peace didn't last too long. Soon, I was back again thinking about my mostly mundane life and the not so mundane problems I was facing. I began to wonder if Hannah had even noticed my absence yet. Being out all day, paying visits to one or more of the contacts on her seemingly endless, yet constantly growing list of partners, was far from unusual to her, and if her needs were particularly intense or her acquaintances were particularly insistent on meeting her, I might end up not seeing her for days on end. So, it could very well be that she would merely smile amicably when I come home, thinking that I had only been out to buy some groceries.

Hannah â" both the nail in my coffin and the central pillar of my existence; being all family I had left. I knew that if I stayed gone long enough, she would notice that something is wrong, and develop a worry that would soon turn into an outright panic. What she would end up doing I cannot say, though I surmise that it might be something extreme even by her standards, whatever that may entail. After all these years, I was still convinced that her affection for me was genuine, and that the loss of me would destroy her unlike anything else. As much as her actions and even her mere presence seemed to create a maelstrom of chaos and inevitably drive me towards madness, I knew that I couldn't abandon her, no matter how bad things turned out to be.

I ended up sitting on the driver's seat with the doors open, enjoying the warm later summer evening and the impeccable starlit sky above, while I consumed my combined lunch and dinner â" if you're hungry enough, a dried-up tuna sandwich and some chips taste better than smoked salmon and wine ever could. I realised that I still had half a bottle of booze in the glovebox, but I figured that adding a hangover to my list of problems would be inadvisable. Nevertheless, I began to reminisce about the night I put it there.

I had to admit it. Some primal part of me, more primitive and animalistic even than the section of my mind that so violently craved the lewd curves of Lisa's ample, mature body, envied Hannah to an aweful degree. It shouldn't be hard to figure out why, since her life full of promiscuous sex with an astronomical and ever growing number of highly attractive women, who on top of all seem to enjoy the experience at least as much as she does, felt like a dream that had to exist somewhere deep down in every male human on this planet, but there was something else that fuelled my jealousy.

Hannah went through life, ever since she was old enough to go out alone, with a truly remarkable carelessness. She had no plans for the rest of the day when she got up in the morning, she never spent a moment thinking about the consequences of what she had done yesterday, and she never stopped to consider what tomorrow could be like. I don't doubt for a second that she knew, in one way or another, that Aimee had a boyfriend who was just then hurrying to meet her, but the temptation of fucking that black-haired cow-titted bombshell, to take her in a way she had never been taken before, was just too great to resist for long. She lived with the assumption that everything would turn out right for her, and if it didn't, then her brother would fix it.

But I, of course, couldn't live like that, not only because my body was pitifully average compared to her incredible physique and godlike sexual prowess, but also because I was the one who had to ultimately take care of her. We only had each other, and one had to be the adult one, the careful and provident protector, and that would always be me. After a while, I was too tired to think further.

Being stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but my car and a somewhat spooky gas station attendant, it was clear that I couldn't take a shower like I would usually have before going to sleep, but after such a long day, I still felt a desire to at least wash the sweat and dust from my face. Behind the gas station lay a washroom that I had not seen earlier, and fortunately the door was unlocked so I didn't have to go ask the employee for the key.

The room inside was grimy and badly lit, with a strong smell of chlorine covering any other unpleasant odours. The walls were scrawled and scratched with countless illegible swears and quips, some of which may have been decades old. I stepped to the washbasin, splashed a few handful of cold water into my face, and felt a tiny bit cleaner and more civilised. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of my face in the smeared mirror, and thought that I still looked quite disheveled.

Before returning to my car, I took a piss. I must have lost track of time standing there at the urinal, since I didn't notice that biker approaching until he was right next to me. He was a stout middle aged man, clad in a black leather jacket, with longish, copper-brown hair and a bushy beard, looking almost like a model who'd be pictured in a magazine leaning proudly against his chopper. As I've already said, I was awfully tired, too exhausted to be considerate, and my gaze shifted aside.

His cock, held between two of his grubby fingers, was even smaller then mine, and seemed downright tiny half-hidden in his reddish fur and fully flaccid. He was cut, with a single, barely visible vein running along its length. I must have begun to smile like an idiot, while continuously staring at his puny pubic region. Had I been a little bit more alert, more considerate in that situation, I could have easily avoided what happened immediately after that.

Hey Mr. Biker-man, I thought, did you know that my tiny and very feminine girlfriend, Sarah, has a cock that is many times longer, thicker, and more impressive than a bulky, masculine man like you? I just thought that may interest you.

âžWhat the fuck are you looking at, huh?", I heard a coarse voice shouting next to me. I looked up, but all I saw was a calloused hand flying towards my face.

I don't think that he hit me with all his force, since I judged him strong enough to knock out a few teeth or even break my jaw, but his punch still managed to cause a sharp pain to burst in my face and send me tumbling back. I slipped and fell to the cold, unclean floor; when I opened my eyes again, the biker was gone. Clumsily, I got up again, and only as I walked past the dirty mirror did I realise that my nose was bleeding, with some having already dripped on my shirt. I started chuckling.

Maybe I had finally lost my mind â" and what better place was there to turn into some raging lunatic than the grimy restroom of an isolated gas station out in the desert? â" but maybe it was something different entirely. Somehow, I wasn't angry at the biker, or depressed over the whole situation; I wasn't shocked when thinking about Sarah and her frightening revelation, or anxiously wondering what kind of chaos my sister might be causing that very moment. I was merely amused.

The whole thing seemed so ridiculous, like something out of an old-fashioned slapstick comedy, and all that was missing was a carefully placed banana peel for me to slip on while leaving. The more I thought about it, the funnier it seemed; this whole series of events that somehow led to me getting slapped by some guy in a leather jacket. The audience was more than pleased, clapping and cheering at me and waiting for the next sketch that will hopefully as zany and entertaining as the last.

I must have looked like a maniac killer walking back to my car, with my face and shirt smeared with blood and laughing for no apparent reason. The nosebleed didn't take too long to subside, and after carefully feeling my face to make sure that nothing was broken, I leaned the car seat as far back as I could, and fell asleep in less than a minute.

Chapter 15

Notes:

Once again, I have to apologise for taking so awfully long. Up until about a week ago, I had but very little time to invest in writing, but luckily I'm a bit more flexible now. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this new chapter.

P.S.: This is the penultimate chapter of the story, and I'll try to complete the final one before the end of this month. Stay frosty, dear readers.

Chapter Text

That night, I slept through without having a single dream. I know that some say this to be impossible, that one has just forgotten their dreams when thinking they had none at all, but my rest was so peaceful and torpid that it was hard to imagine anything disturbing it. The main objector would have to be my spine, witnessing that a car seat is not a mattress no matter how tired you are. When I woke up, my back felt like an entire circus troupe had marched across it, with elephants, stilt walkers and all the like. The sun already stood high in the cloudless sky, shining brightly through the windshield and giving me a short, sharp pain once I opened my eyes.

I got up, stretched the best I could, and consumed a rather unhealthy breakfast consisting of a few chocolate bars, some leftover soda, and two cigarettes. Only then did I recall that my shirt was smeared with a noticeable amount of blood; and imagining a situation where I'd be stopped by the police looking like I had just bit off a bat's head, I decided that it would be best to do something about. Since I had nothing else to put on inside the car, I headed for the restroom again.

A dingy basin certainly isn't the same as a washing machine, but it did serve its purpose. As I stood there bare-chested, kneading my shirt under running water to get the blood out, I felt strangely unsafe; not only due to the general idea of someone coming in, but due to the very unreasonable thought of that biker returning to punch me once again, as if he were some ghost haunting this gas station, endowed with the sole purpose of punishing me for my idiocy. I washed my face the best I could, wrung out the shirt and returned to the car; but before I had even left the parking lot, a rather unusual occurrence stopped me.

At first, I thought it was just a paper bag, animated by a soft gust of warm wind, but I soon realised that the movement was too steady and purposeful to be a dead piece of trash. I got out to take a closer look, and could discern a bulky, dark body with four stubby feet slowly dragging it across the asphalt. A dull-eyed head turned to face me, but hardly seemed to notice my presence.

âžYou don't see em much round here", a voice said behind me. The lecherous attendant stood just off the road, hands buried in the pockets of his baggy trousers, with an ineffable smile on his face. I sighed internally, having hoped that I could escape this strange place without running into him again.

âžLong time ago there used to be tons of 'em turtles in this area, but nowadays they're preddy rare. You gotta go out in the desert if ya want to see some, specially at night. I guess they smart enough to know that roads and cars are bad business for 'em, heh".

âžI didn't know that", I replied. Within seconds, his smile turned into a broad, dirty grin, like a child that had just heard a lewd joke eavesdropping on some adults.

âžY'see, in some cultures, turtles are a symbol for â" well, for being a cuckold, a guy whose girlfriend or wife fucks someone else behind his back. Interesting, ain't it? Not sure why, maybe it's cause the heads of 'em little critters look like cocks gettin' hard, don'tcha think?"

If I had heard these inane words coming from such a foolish looking man under any other circumstances, I would have shrugged them off as mere nonsense, but the strange feeling persisted that he was less artless than he seemed, knowing something about me, about my situation, my problems and my weaknesses. Cuckolding â" in my mind, that term was almost congenially with the name of my younger sister. Could that be just a coincidence, or was this odd man playing a game with me whose rules I did not and could not understand?

âžInteresting", I replied stiffly, wishing to finally get away from this inhospitable place. Meanwhile, the turtle had left the road, disappearing in some dry shrub and hopefully escaping the dangers that cars brought him.

âžIâI gotta go now", I said. The attendant nodded slowly, stepped towards me, and reached out his arm.

âžName's Phil", he smiled at me.

âžMathew", I introduced myself brusquely. As I shook his hand, I noted that his skin was softer than I would had expected it to be for someone working in his domain.

âžThat's a nice name methinks. Well, Mathew, wish ya a good journey home. Maybe we'll meet again in the future", he stated with his hyena-smile.

I spent a few seconds thinking about what he had said, but couldn't make heads or tails of it. Instead of replying to this strange insinuation, I just nodded wordlessly, crawled back into the car, and finally drove off.

â"â"

The way back home somehow seemed far longer than the initial drive there. Maybe I was so stupefied by the shock of what I had experienced in that restroom that my perception of time was somehow altered, or maybe I was just completely lost in thought and didn't even notice all the miles that I traveled. Now, it seemed like an arduous, endless journey.

Except for the breaks I took to smoke, relief myself or have a cup of watery coffee, I spent pretty much the entire time considering my situation, and the more I thought about it the worse I felt. What I had done to Sarah now seemed so horrific, my reaction to her actions so idiotic and offensive, that I almost felt like I could drown in a puddle of shame.

Storming out like that, as if she had just transformed into a werewolf before my very eyes, was not only extremely rude and insulting, but downright disheartening. If I considered her position for just a moment, I realised that she most likely spent considerable time deciding the right time and place to reveal her secret to me, only to be trampled by my idiocy.

I didn't know much about Sarah's life before we started working together, but it was reasonable to assume that I wasn't the first person to be bewildered by her unusual traits. She had trusted me enough to show me what she otherwise kept so well hidden, and I disappointed her so deeply. I could only imagine what one might feel when someone you believed to be kind and understanding suddenly sees you as a repulsive monster. Sarah had shown nothing but love and tenderness to me, and I replied by spitting in her face.

I decided that I would return to the city, do what it takes to find her, and once we were eye-to-eye, beg for her forgiveness, maybe even drop to my knees and cry. I wasn't even hoping that she would take me back, that we could resume our relationship from the point of disruption, but merely that she would forgive my immense stupidity. Although the thought of losing her pained me, I would eventually get over it, and be content with being just friends â" but the idea of someone as kind and warm as her detesting me was unbearable.

Oddly enough, this was the longest time in what must have been years that I spent without thinking about Hannah or her behaviour. In a way, I almost wished that I had some scandal, some chaos caused by her to distract me from my rummaging, but I knew that it wouldn't take long for something petulant to happen.

It was only around the time the first signs started to appear informing me how far it was to the city that I realised an obvious mistake. Although I couldn't remember it, I must have turned off my phone at some time during my chaotic retreat, and now I saw just what I should have expected. Four missed calls from Sarah, the first just after I drove off, two in the following hour, and the final one in the evening. I cringed, feeling a pang of shame that I didn't even have the presence of mind to ensure her that I was still alive.

Truly, I had acted like an absolute asshole. Not too surprisingly, there was an additional call, made in the morning hours of that day, by my little sister. I couldn't stand the thought of hearing Sarah's frightened, angered or saddened voice right now, but I surmised I should at least listen to what Hannah had to tell me, expecting nothing of too much significance. I turned on the loudspeaker.

âžHey Matty", she said, with a voice that seemed oddly toneless and reluctant, âžI don't want to scare you â" but â" but I'm at the hospital right now".

â"â"

I felt as if struck by lightning. Sarah was gone from my mind, which immediately filled with horrible scenarios based on my poor little sister's scarce words. I imagined her, injured awfully in some accident or crime, with plastered limbs and bandages around her head, lying in a sickbed in great pain, and above that, she was alone. Suddenly, I forgot who she was now â" a hormone-charged beast with an inhumane libido, that had slept with more women in a week than some men do in their entire lives, that had the uncanny ability to turn almost any female into a willing tool to satisfy her endless desire, that had fathered a number of children I prefer not to know to retain my sanity â" and saw her as that vulnerable, lonely youth that loved her older brother more than anything in this world.

I had not only abandoned Sarah, my sweetheart, but also my one and only sister. That was enough to send me into a veritable panic. It didn't occur to me to phone her back and ask what had happened, or at least from which hospital she had called, and it had to be pure luck that I didn't end up in any accident when I mindlessly sped back to the city.

I didn't even consider the possibility that Hannah could be somewhere else, that she might have travelled like I did and got injured many miles away. I drove to the one hospital I had been to, aggressively approached some poor receptionist, and thanked the heavens when it turned out to be the right one. Still very agitated, I crossed a few lines and angered a number of patients and nurses, but then I finally reached the room my sister was in.

Under happier circumstances, I may have laughed at her sight. Hospital beds aren't quite made for people her size, so she laid there with her pillow against the back railing and her feet dangling over the edge of the mattress. At least the gown she was wearing seemed fit for her, and also loose enough to hide any suspicious bulges. On the left side of her forehead I descried a nasty bruise, and a wound that had been fixed with a few stitches. When she saw me coming in, a gleeful smile appeared on her face, an expression of pure and warm gladness.

âžMatty, you're here!", she said, and I answered by lunging forward and throwing my arms around her. I had never been that happy to see that she wasn't dead or seriously injured, and as she reciprocated my embrace, I felt damn close to crying. I was so overwhelmed, so tired and dazed, that I even forgot to ask the most immanent, basic question in such a situation, but my sister ended up telling me anyway.

It isn't as bad as it looks, she said, although it did hurt a lot at first. Her head is alright, nothing broken or seriously injured, except for that wound, though the doc would prefer her to stay overnight in case she developed a concussion. That sounded reasonable to me, and who am I to doubt the expertise of a physician.

At first, Hannah told me, she didn't even notice my absence. She came home late that night, when I already slept in my car many miles away with a blood-caked nose, and felt too exhausted to care much about me or anything else. For some reason that remained elusive to me, she decided to rest on the living room couch â" I speculate that the state of her room in the basement was just too desolate and rank, but that is hardly important.

Hannah, who I know to be a deep sleeper, was roused the next morning by the ringing of the doorbell. Expecting it to be the delivery of something she had ordered online (again, she didn't tell me and I don't particularly want to know) she jumped up, excited but still somewhat groggy, and dashed towards the door.

A while ago, I surmised that my sister had grown a bit, a thumb's breadth or so, and this theory was all but confirmed that day. It seemed that Hannah had underestimated her own height, or perhaps just fell victim to her own clumsiness, and as she ripped open the door and jumped outside, she slammed her forehead against the lintel. I was relieved to hear that this was merely a household accident, if an unusual one, and that nothing more serious had happened.

âžAnd then you called an ambulance?", I asked after she had finished her report. But Hannah just shook her bruised head.

âžNo, Sarah brought me here", she said in a matter-of-fact voice, and not for the first time that day, I was left dazzled and speechless.

â"â"

As it turned out, the person ringing the doorbell wasn't there to deliver a parcel or complain about the noise coming from inside the house, but to inquire if I was still alive. Sarah, in her infinite benevolence, became worried after my panicked rout and feared that something awful might have happened, so she contacted Dean, a mutual coworker, who had noted my address somewhere. And when she came over, instead of running into me as she had hoped, she found a wounded giant that dropped to her feet.

It almost seemed funny to me â" so long had I spent pondering how I could prevent my sister from coming even close to my girlfriend, but that fateful meeting happened nevertheless, in a way and form that I could have never predicted. My biggest fear had turned out to be unfounded, at least as far as I could tell, yet I now had to deal with some entirely different, unforeseen trouble.

Was this a cruel joke, or just the path fate had in store for me? I couldn't tell, and I knew that I would need some time to fully understand the situation I was in. Somehow, I ended up chatting with Hannah over some mostly unrelated things, about movies she had recently seen and the unpalatable hospital food. Still, my sister knew, by logical thinking or just some unusual instinct, that the girl that had brought her here was no stranger to me.

âžSo, is she like your girlfriend or something?", Hannah asked with that innocent smirk that seemed so antithetical to her being and behaviour.

âžWell, she's justâummâshe's myâ", I stammered, unsure what to answer and too exhausted to come up with some reasonable story to tell.

âžOh, it doesn't matter. I like her".

âžYou like her?".

âžYeah, sure. She's such a nice girl, isn't she â" I can see that. I bet she'd be a good girlfriend for you, Matty".

I smiled in reply, but felt a strange worry at the same time. Was there something in what she had said, in her words or tone, that hinted at some deeper meaning, something about my beloved or her encounter with my sister that she couldn't tell me openly? I quickly shook off the thought, scolding myself for being so needlessly paranoid again.

A minute or so after we had finished speaking, the door opened and a nurse stepped in. She was a black-haired woman in her late twenties or early forties, with a body that wasn't exceptional, but buxom enough to nicely fill out her uniform. With a smile she walked past us, apparently not here because of Hannah, and turned to the shelves next to the other, empty sickbed in the room. I cursorily glanced at the woman, but Hannah's gaze had become stuck like a bird of prey staring down at an unsuspecting victim.

As the nurse bent over to grab an armful of gauze and medicine packages, stretching her uniform tightly over her back, I heard a strange sound that I couldn't identify at first, like something being rubbed over a surface of textile. Before I had much time to wonder, I noticed the massive bulge that had begun to form in Hannah's loose gown, rapidly expanding in all direction and threatening to soon turn into an obscene tent of pale blue fabric.

I reacted, because my sister showed no intention of doing so; grabbing a pillow and quickly applying it to the affected area. I had to actively push it down, as the thing moving underneath would have shoved it aside otherwise, and even through the plumes, I felt the strength of the engorging meat trying to free itself. The nurse, armed with the supplies she needed, passed by again and gave us a somewhat bewildered look, though I am sure that she, despite all her medical experience, would have been quite baffled by what she would have seen had I not hid it with that pillow.

I gave Hannah, who had finally released her predatory gaze, a somewhat annoyed look, and she replied with a slight smile. I had neither the energy nor any desire to criticise her, so I wordlessly let her lay her significantly larger hand on the pillow while I removed mine. On the bedside table, I descried a mound of many-coloured candy wrappers.

âžOh boy, the food they give you here is terrible, terrible I tell you", she said.

âžFood? You've been here for less than twelve hours", I remarked with amusement.

âžAnd? That's a long time!", Hannah replied nonchalantly, âžI mean, I'm starving here â" Can't we order something to eat, Matty?"

âžUh, I don't think they'd deliver food to a hospital".

âžAnd if you pick it up and bring it here? That would work, huh? Matty, please, I really need something to eat, please, please, pleaseâ"

I sighed. After that long and eventful day, I felt awfully tired, and had no particular desire to go out and fetch something for her, but as she looked at me with those big, innocent eyes and kept pleading to me, I couldn't retain my reluctance for long.

âžAlright â" What should I get you?".

â"â"

I had never been to that dingy fast food place just across the street from the hospital, and I don't think I'll visit it again in the foreseeable future. Offering just about anything fried or heavily salted for a more than reasonable price, it was my obvious choice despite the questionable quality. As I ordered the surfeit of food Hannah had requested, the man behind the counter asked with a smile and a strong accent if I was having some friends over. I nodded, since the assumption wasn't entirely wrong, and I was unwilling to engage in any discussion.

Carrying that huge plastic bag full of packaged hot food through the hospital corridors earned me a number of surprised looks, but no one tried to stop me or asked what I was doing. As I approached the room which Hannah occupied â" thankfully alone â" I heard her laughing, and immediately began to wonder what kind of mischief she was engaging in now.

âžOh great, you're back!", Hannah exclaimed when I entered the room, and I froze, completely nonplussed, for a different reason.

âžS-Sarah", I stuttered to the woman standing besides the bed.

For the fraction of a moment, I was euphoric to see her, before I remembered the awful thing I had done to her, and how certain I was that she had to despise me now. But Sarah's ivory face showed none of the anger, disgust or pained sadness that I had expected, and in fact almost seemed to mirror my expression of surprise.

âžOh, she came back to see if I'm alright. That's just so awfully nice of her!", Hannah said, interrupting the dead silence in the room.

Maybe it was just the accumulation of stressful events that day, or the fact that I was certain to have lost her completely, but Sarah struck me as even gorgeous than usual that afternoon. The contrast between her raven-black hair and her pale skin, along with her perfect face, and the sight of her lithe yet so well-proportioned body all captivated my mind in an almost hypnotic way, even as the bitterness and regret remained. Hannah thankfully received the food I gave her, and wordlessly Sarah and I stepped outside, into the empty hallway.

Had I had time to prepare for this situation, I may have elaborated a long apology, expressing my pain over my own misbehaviour as coherent and as heartfelt as I could. But now, I was left to improvise, shaking and gripped by nervousness, and still surprised by the lack of disdain in Sarah's mien.

âžS-Sarah", I said, âžI justâIâI'm so sorry. I'm a total fucking idiot, and what I did was incredibly awful. I can hardly even comprehend how I hurt you, and I absolutely get that you must hate me now. Really, I deserve it".

I expected some outbreak of negative emotion the moment I ceased to speak, but Sarah, if anything, seemed merely moved by my soliloquy.

âžI do not hate you, Matty", she replied flatly, with a hint of a smile on her face.

âžYouâwhy?", I ask, regretting the immensely stupid question a heartbeat later. But Sarah only laughed, if bitterly.

âžYou're not the first to be surprised by myâmy traits, so to say. Ever since we had our first date, I thought over the right moment to tell you, or show you. Of course, I was mad at you when you ran out like that, but I wasn't shocked. I'm used to that. It still hurts each time, but it's nothing new to me".

I stood there, unable to say anything. Of all the unexpected turns that day had in store for me, this one ended up baffling me the most.

âžBut Matty", Sarah continued, âžyou're one of the few who came back to apologise. I've heard a lot of mean words, and usually that's the last I hear of them. And youâyou were overwhelmed, I guess, and did something dumb. I think I understand now, I think I get why you acted like that".

Sarah's mien turned into an awkward smile, looking past me to the door behind which my sister was consuming a meal for at least three people as an afternoon snack.

âžHannah", I mouthed, and she nodded slowly.

âžI mean, what are the chances! You didn't know that I'm not your typical girl, and you had no reason to tell me that she isn't either. When I first saw that she is one of us, I kinda understood your reaction".

âžUs?", I asked despite already knowing the answer.

âžOh Matty, you know what I mean. Women with some unusual extras, or, if you wanna be frank, girls with dicks. There's more of us than you might think, though most have to hide theirâspecial endowments because they fear negative reactions. I've met a few, and they're all pretty normal people, except for their â"âž

Although I tried to restrain myself, I had to laugh. I knew that it was wholly inappropriate, that it would have been more fitting had I dropped to my knees and started to cry, but it wasn't any sort of mean, deriding laughter either, but a pure expression of amusement.

âžYou know, Hannah may be a lot of things", I said, âžbut normal certainly isn't one of them". Oddly enough, her reaction was to nod and put on a soft smile.

âžI guess you're right", she said, âžI mean, when I first saw her, I was as surprised as anyone else, I tell you. I guess she really is aâunique being".

Sarah squinted her eyes and threw a furtive look around to ensure that we were still alone in the hallway.

âžYou know", she said in a more subdued voice, âžI'm not exactly small myself, but your sisterâdear God, she could make horses jealous with that thingâ"".

On a purely logical level, I was aware that hearing my beloved talk about my sister's private parts so openly and graphically should have repulsed me, but Hannah's sexually had become so ubiquitous to me over those last few years that I hardly cringed at all. Instead, hearing these words from Sarah's glossy lips somehow seemed awfully normal to me, as if I were hearing my own thoughts spoken by someone else, and it almost felt reassuring. With a smirk, she glanced over my shoulder, to the door behind which my sister was still feasting.

âžYou think our little stallion here left anything for us?".

âžHardly", I said with a chuckle, âžyou'd be lucky to find even a single fry left. I don't think a little head wound is enough to dampen her appetite".

I turned out to be half-right. When we returned to the sickroom a few minutes later, I indeed failed so spot even a single french fry in the mound of plastic and oily cardboard that remained of Hannah's meal, but Sarah, by superior eyesight or some instinct that will remain inscrutable to me, pulled out an onion ring, and held it up with a triumphant guffaw before stuffing it into her mouth. It was all very silly, but I had more fun than I thought possible in a hospital, and I was likewise amazed by how well those two unusual women got along. I sometimes think that they both possess some sort of fundamental, innocent goodness, which was apparent and lustrous in Sarah, but deeply hidden underneath desire and debauchery in Hannah.

I stayed for about an hour more, having to promise my sister that I would come back tomorrow and pick her up. Sarah, too, bade her goodbye, and I expected her to do the same to me, but when we had arrived at the parking lot, under a clear night sky, she decided to surprise me.

âžYou know, Matty", she whispered, âžsince I had to drive your sister, I didn't even get the chance to take a look into your house. Would you mind giving me a quick tour, pretty boy?"

I could hardly comprehend my luck that night. Of course, I strongly suspected that she wasn't merely interested in the architecture and furniture of my suburban home, but the careful and suspicious part of my brain maintained that I had misunderstood something, that I shouldn't get too hopeful before I had more than hints and assumptions. I drove off, some of that rusty desert dust still stuck on my windshield wipers, and Sarah followed in the cream-coloured car she had borrowed from her parents.

It was oddly quiet inside the house, knowing for once that there was no chance my sister could be anywhere close making noise engaged in some salacious activity. I did, in fact, show her around a bit, but it was a mere ritual, a scene where we both played our parts knowing that nothing we said or did was in any way substantial. We ended up in my room, with Sarah sitting on my bed, gesturing softly for me to join her.

âžWe don't have to do this, Matthew", she half-whispered, âžif you don't want to. I mean, I remember how you reacted the last time youâsaw my body. I promise you, I wouldn't be offended if we just stayed friends".

In my mind, I arranged a quite eloquent and even somewhat romantic reply, expressing that my apology was not merely to satisfy some overblown sense of shame caused by what I had done to her, but out of a genuine and ardent love I felt; but my body had a different plan. I lunged forth, threw my arms around her lithe body and pressed my lips against hers.

Suddenly, as I tasted her sweet mouth, I was overcome by a sense of excitement and pleasure that I had not felt in years, yet I also experienced awful nervousness. Such a long time had passed since I had last come this close to someone else, partly due to my constant paranoia due to Hannah's escapades, partly due to my own inborn timidness, and I was afraid it might show. I pushed her down onto the bed, and Sarah showed an enticing smile that left no questions unanswered.

Swiftly, I pulled off her shirt, and she hardly waited a second to remove her bra. She had shown me her bare chest in a few photos sent to me before, but seeing those wonderful, perky little breasts merely a few inches from my eyes was something entirely different, and I couldn't keep myself from grabbing them and squeezing that firm, pale flesh. Sarah squealed and laughed playfully.

I undid my belt and pulled my pants down, revealing boxers long tented out by my throbbing, stiff cock. Lowering my face, I began to kiss her lips, then her gracious neck, tracing my mouth over her collarbones until I reached her breasts, giving left nipple a quick suck and eliciting a breathy moan from her throat, before going further down to her flat, slightly toned stomach. Now, there was only one thing left to do.

Sarah bit her lips and looked down at me with a somewhat anxious expression as I laid my hands on the fabric of her shorts. The bulge was undeniably massive, even bigger than I had excepted, and as soon as I had opened the zipper and slightly pulled down that piece of clothing, her huge member sprung up like a hungry animal finally freed from captivity, having easily brushed her flimsy slip aside.

As it towered over her slender body, I was struck by its length and girth, realising that I had miscalculated the size it would reach when erect based on the one glance I had of its flaccid state. Sarah undeniably exceeded me by multiple inches, surpassing even the impressive endowment of my friend Xavier, and although it was still only a fraction of the monstrous tower of meat Hannah possessed, her cock appeared downright gigantic in relation to her lithe physique and short stature. Her shaft was almost perfectly straight, as pale as the rest of her body, with a single thick vein running along nearly its entire length. At the very tip of her fat, bright pink glans a glistening drop of precum had formed to further showcase her arousal.

I was reasonably intimidated, but my desire was too strong to be held back any longer. Stripping off my underwear, I lowered my hips, shuddering at the first touch between my woefully small cock and her monstrous endowment. I pressed my entire length against her vastly bigger shaft, feeling how hot and immensely rigid her engorged member truly was. I could hear my own heartbeat drumming in my ears, and my breathing became flat and irregular, but Sarah made sure to reassure me, raising her hand to caress my face.

âžMatty", she said with a bright, loving smile, âžI feel like this is gonna be a long, long night for the two of us".

And I soon found out that she wasn't lying to me.

Chapter 16

Notes:

"Took you long enough, dunderhead!"

I know. I wish I could say that I was busy, but it was mostly laziness and distraction. Anyhoo, here's the final chapter, which I hope you enjoy. Stay frosty, gals and ghouls.

Chapter Text

That night, I had a strange, extremely vivid dream.

I found myself on an empty beach, sitting on a piece of cloth laid on the warm sand. In my hand, I held a chisel, and before me stood a bulky block of wood, some parts of it already hewn off, although I could not yet discern what I was trying to create. I must have been rather old, since I could feel my hoary, grey beard when I raised my spidery hands to my face, and the slight aching in my joints with every movement. To my right, the ocean stretched towards some distant horizon, and above it, dark clouds began to form into towers and palaces that would collapse mere seconds later. Guided by some dream-instinct, I struck the wood, and finally, I saw a turtle slowly emerging from the block.

âžGood man, could you help me?", a soft voice said. I turned around and saw a familiar face. Aimee, the ill-fated girlfriend of my former houseguest Xavier, stood there smiling at me. On the first glance I saw that she was heavily pregnant, though her appearance seemed unchanged otherwise, with her more than impressive bust now resting on her round, swollen stomach. Like me, she was dressed in some primitive, tribal-looking brown garment.

For some reason, I nevertheless felt little attraction to her. Maybe my dream-self was so consistently logical that it lessened my urges to fit those of an old man as I was, maybe it was due to the last memories I had of Aimee, or perhaps it was just some inconsistency without any deeper meaning. I laid down my chisel and stood up.

âžAs you surely see, good man, I am soon to give birth. My husband is a fisherman on the island, and I desire to go there as soon as possible, as I wish for my children to be born there. Now, could you, please, ferry me over the canal? I see that you possess a boat, and I have the means to pay you well, good man", she said.

I sniffed the salty air â" how unusually realistic this dream was â" and looked over to the ocean. The clouds seemed angrier and darker with every passing second, and within my old heart I knew that a storm was close.

âžGood lady, I fear that this would be unwise. The weather will hardly allow it", I croaked.
âžPrithee, good man, it is but a short journey, and I can feel that there is not much time for me. On a good day, you can see the island's shore from here, so I plead you to carry me, lest my children be born on this beach"

I looked at her in appraisal. Certainly, she wasn't lying about her state, and should return to her loved ones as soon as possible, and indeed, the distance wasn't great and wouldn't take too long to travel. Still, as I watched these clouds, I knew that this was a bad idea â" and nodded nevertheless, unable to refuse a wish from this pitiable woman.

âžFollow me", I said and set off.

In this dream, I appeared to live in a small shack not far from where I met the woman, with a low roof and a wicker mat for a door. Behind was a rack with drying fish, and a wooden canoe lying in the sand. Aimee took some time to seat her voluminous body in the stern, and once she was ready, I pulled the boat into the water, crawled in, and began to move it forward with an oar.

The additional weight caused the hull to sink deeper than usual, which worried me somewhat, yet I kept silent. Again, I wondered why I didn't find her attractive, concluding that it had nothing to do with her pregnancy at least.

At first, the sea seemed calm, and I hoped for a pleasant journey, but soon the waves began to rise around us, as the wind grew stronger and stronger. The sun had disappeared behind a canopy of towering, black clouds, and in the distance, I heard occasional peals of thunder.

Then rain began to fall, and I knew that we were in great danger, but as I could already see the island's shore, I decided that it would be saver to seek shelter there than to turn around. High waves now rocked the boat, and we were both soaked by the cold, salty water. Aimee was deeply distressed, shouting things at me in a panic that I hardly heard over the noise all around us.

A particularly tall wave smashed against the boat, rolling over the deck and almost completely submerging it. I clung to the railing with the entire strength left in my old body, and barely managed to keep the vessel from keeling over. I sighed in relief, having just so escaped a wet and horrid death and seeing that the saving shore was only a few hundred feet away, but as I turned around, I saw that Aimee was gone.

The powerful waves threw her body around like an unbound buoy as she desperately tried to stay afloat, flailing her arms and shouting words that were swallowed by the strong wind and rain. Her face, half-hidden by the soaked hair sticking to it, showed an expression of sheer panic, a look that felt strangely familiar to me. Knowing that she was doomed otherwise, I jumped into the water.

In this dream's oddly consistent reality, I must have been a fisherman or a pearl-diver before growing old, diving into the waves like a seal without the least problem. Underneath, I found a world of calm, seemingly undisturbed by the chaos above the sea. I could see clearly in any direction, wondering at the swarms of little fish that leisurely floated besides me. In the distance, I heard a deep, booming sound that I could not identify further at first.

I discovered Aimee not far from me, helplessly sinking into the deep, and I wasn't sure if she was still moving or merely being affected by some underwater current. Infinitely more deft than I ever could in my waking life, I swam over to her, seemingly without any need to breathe. Again, that sound came to my ear, closer and louder this time.

Only a stone's throw now separated me from her when I became aware of the form rising from the unknowable depths. At first, it was only a dark shape against a darker background, but it quickly turned into an enormous, pale white body, seeming to head directly towards Aimee.

The whale, big enough to crush a schooner with a single slap of his flipper, bellowed again, now with ear-numbing intensity and so clearly that it almost seemed like an immensely deep, growling human voice to me. The beast opened its mouth, exposing teeth of which each was as big as my oar, and a tongue longer than my canoe.

For one last time, I saw Aimee's face distort in horror, before she disappeared in the whale's gaping maw. I felt a total dejection, as if all hope had been forcefully taken from me. I remained underwater, and to my great surprise, the whale turned around to face me. Once again, it released that strange and bellowing sound, and this time, I finally understood the grotesquely distorted words.

âžI can see you, Brother", the whale had said.

â"â"

I was awoken by the shrill, piercing sound of my phone's alarm, reminding me that despite everything that had happened, I still had to go to work. For a moment, I questioned if the entire last two days may have been a dream as well, starting from my encounter with Sarah in the restaurant, but then I felt her warm body lying next to mine. Reacting to that noise, she groaned quietly and clung closer to me, pressing her face against my chest and her half-hard cock against my thigh, as if subconsciously trying to prove that her immense size was no dream either.

I considered just ignoring it, staying in the warm and pleasant embrace of my beloved girlfriend, but the dutiful part of my mind eventually won the discussion. As gently as possible, I slipped out of her surprisingly strong arms and left the bed. Being fully naked, I first began to regather my clothes that I had carelessly tossed aside, and bent over to pick them up.

âžNice", Sarah said, chuckling when I turned around to face her. I was at once flattered by her appreciation of my backside, yet at the same time slightly confused, wondering in which exact way she enjoyed the sight. Barely in my underwear again, I stooped over the bed to kiss her, and her hand soon wandered down my side.

âžStayâjust a little bit longer", she whispered, and I seemed to be almost hypnotised by her tone. I fell into her embrace, and as she pulled her bare body against mine, I felt her half-hard cock pushing against my stomach, impressively long, surprisingly heavy, and feverishly hot. A distinct smell emanated, surprisingly feminine and fragrant and unlike the vulgar male stench you would expect from a member of this magnitude. Sarah began to softly caress my cheek and smiled.

âžI have to ask you, Matty", she said, âžam I notâintimidating you?".

âžIntimidate?", I replied, puzzled and a bit amused.

âžYou know withâmy size"

âžWhat about it?"

âžWell, it's hard to deny that I'm bigger than you, no? You know, some guys are really sensitive about the size of theirâendowment".

I laughed in reply, and I hoped that she could not discern the fakeness of it, or the tense anxiety that threatened to shake my voice. Truth be told, I was slight intimidated, but I only realised this as I grew more familiar with Sarah and her body. Hannah's truly unusual physique had jaded me to such vistas, made me merely scoff where others would be baffled, but now I did understand that I wasn't as insensitive as I had thought. Some part of me, some simple, masculine section of my brain wished her to be smaller than me, to be the unquestionably strong and virile one in the relationship, but my affection for her numbed this feeling. It would be a lie to say that I was accustomed to the sight and the sensation of it touching my body, but I had come a long way from running out screaming.

âžI'm not that shallow. Could be the size of your leg and I wouldn't care. Any part of you is wonderful and loveable, Sarah", I said, but the mental image I had construed gave me a strange frisson of discomfort that I could hardly place.

Sarah's face brightened into a smile, and very quickly she had positioned herself atop of me, her legs astride and her fat, stiff cock pushing away the blanket that had hid it. She kissed me with great ardour, and we soon were engaged again.

â"â"

Even with Hannah gone momentarily, she still managed to leave me stupefied. I came very close to arriving late at work that day, but before I had hurriedly passed the doorstep, I was stopped and couldn't help but stare.

No doubt, my sister had told me the truth about her mishap. The wooden lintel above the door showed a massive dent, as if someone had smashed a metal rod against it with great force, with the paint chaffed off and the surface torn to splinters. I pondered that another blow of that intensity would be enough to break the beam completely and endanger the stability of the entire wall, understanding two new facts about Hannah: First, she was a danger not only to any women who had the (mis)fortune of getting anywhere close to her, but also to her inanimate environment, and second that her skeleton had to be composed of some alloy many times harder than steel, or otherwise she would not have survived so brutal a crash with only a minor concussion and a few stitches.

As I had promised her solemnly, I returned to the hospital on the way back from work the same day. Hannah was waiting outside already, and jumped into the car with a happy squee and an awkward, tight hug across the seats. I immediately noticed some unfamiliar perfume on her, and concluded that she hadn't been all alone during her stay. Thirty six hours, give or take, for Hannah a torturously long time to remain abstinent.

Just one or two weeks earlier, I would have racked my brain thinking about the corollaries of that discovery and sulked secretly all the way home. But now, I hardly thought any more about it than she did, as my mind was now occupied by the pleasant memories of the short time I had spent with Sarah, and by the hopes I had for the future I would spend with her. Hannah must have noticed my relaxation, and smiled at me from the passenger's seat.

âžYou met up with Sarah again, huh?", she grinned at me.

I nodded in reply.

âžSoâis she gonna hang around with a you from now on?".

I wasn't prepared for that question, surprised not so much by the words she used, but rather by her odd tone. Hannah usually sounded quite upbeat â" be it triumphantly gloating over her newest conquest or enjoying a giant heap of food â" but there seemed to be something else in her voice, something that could have almost been excitement. I had no idea if my sister knew of my girlfriend's secret, but if she did, it was conceivable that she felt some sort of kinship with the older, if far shorter and smaller woman. I had hardly ever considered this before, but Hannah most likely had very little social contacts that weren't either me or gained through the skillful use of her ankle-thick bestial member. There were obviously things that she didn't want to discuss â" maybe simply couldn't discuss â" with me, and maybe she considered Sarah a potential peer in that regard. Ultimately, it was all nothing but speculation.

For the time being, Hannah remained an enigma that not even I could comprehend fully. On the way back, we stopped for dinner, and my sister did just as she is apt to do and ate enough for a family of four right before the eyes of some bewildered customers.

I had to smile. Despite the maelstrom of chaos that she instigated wherever she arrived and the unwonted calmness that I experienced in her absence, some part of me felt relieved to have her around again.

â"â"

âžAnd this one here â" this one is a real gem. I mean, just imagine you're a soldier and see that beautiful thing soaring about you", Mark said, twirling that little model plane to properly show off all the intricate details. Somehow, he had interpreted my interest feigned out of friendliness as me sharing his nerdy fascination, and proceeded to display and explain the most remarkable pieces in his collection to me. Although I was impressed by the accuracy with which he had assembled and painted these small figures, I hardly listened to his long historical and technical excursions, masking my indifference with the occasional nod as I sat on his fine couch and sipped on the gin he had cordially offered me. After replacing the model in the vitrine, he sat down next to me and smiled.

âžYou know, Matt, I'm glad to have someone to talk about these things with. I love Vee with all my heart, but unfortunately, she thinks my models to be quite boring. That's alright, we can't agree on everything, but it's nice to share my interests", he said.

âžMaybe someone at work?", I asked. Mark slowly shook his head.

âžNo, not really. They're all too busy withâboating and golf and all that. Bores me to tears"

âžAgreed", I replied truthfully.

âžOh, by the way", he began, âžis your sister free on Saturday?".

âžM-My sister?"

âžYou only have one, as far as I'm aware. I just wanted to ask if she could look after the kids for an evening", he said insouciantly. I looked at him with a baffled expression, but quickly regained my composure.
âžIs there a problem?", he asked.

âžNo, no. I just didn't know she did that. I'll ask her when I meet her", I answered dryly.

âžGood, good", Mark continued, âžIt's nothing special, I'd just like to go out with my sweetheart. Just one evening for just the two of us, you see".

âžSure", I said, and Mark raised his glass for a toast.

âžTo the beautiful women in our lives, and the lovely time we spent with them.

âžCheers", I replied, and we clinked out glasses. After a moment of silence, he looked at me with a strangely solemn smile.

âžYou know, Matt", he began, âžI've been talking with Veronica recently, about a lot of things, about us and the kidsâYou know how much I love Tyler and Emma, and how I'd do everything for them, but recentlyâWe've been thinking about having another child. My own baby. Do you think that's strange?".

âžNo, not at all. I think that's very normal".

âžI'm at the age now where I'd really love to have my own kids, and Veronica, I think she'd want that too, though we haven't decided yet. We don't want to hurry such a decision".

âžYou should take your time and talk to her", I replied mechanically. Mark saw that my glass was empty, and swiftly refilled it. I began to feel the effects of the alcohol, and I was glad for anything that would ease the tension his words had instilled in me.

So, to sum it up, Hannah now spent considerable time at this house, and even if she didn't recognise that voluptuous and impressively busty housewife as a figure of her own salacious past, I knew my sister well enough to be sure that she wouldn't let the chance pass to eat up such a juicy treat. And in addition to that, she apparently wanted to get pregnant now. It didn't take a genius to come to peculiar conclusions.

I tried to ignore the implications and scenarios my brain began to spawn for me. After that garden party where I had first seen his beloved wife, I felt a strong sense of guilt that only slowly weakened, before eventually disappearing in some back corner of my mind. I had then decided not to tell Mark about his wife's past, as I hardly saw any positive outcome with that. Now, the situation had become far more serious, and I could easily explain something to him that would shake him to his very core, but I refrained from doing so.

Some voice in my mind clamoured about how wrong this all was, but I calmed myself and declared that there would be no ill effects. Mark loved his wife dearly, and dreamed of having a baby with her â" would his joy be lessened to any degree if the child's father, secretly, was someone else? I told myself that this was none of my concern, that I should keep my nose out of other people's affairs to salvage my own sanity, but I couldn't deny the catastrophic possibility of him finding out about the actions of his wife.

We both had some more of that gin, and our conversation swayed into lighter topics. We ended up finishing the bottle, and as Mark got up to get some more, I told him that I had to go, but he stopped me with a motion of his hand and bade me to sit down a bit.

âžMatthew, you're a nice guy, andâyou're pretty smart too, aren't you?", he asked with a slight slur.

âžUhm, I guess so", I mused, wondering which topic he will now pick up.

âžYou know, Matty, we need more people like you in our sector, and maybe less people who only talk aboutâgolf".

He paused for a drawn-out moment, and I couldn't help but glance at him with some bewilderment, unsure if I had properly concluded what he was trying to say.

âžY'see, there's a vacant position in the middle-level management â" nothing groundbreaking, but better paid that your current job from what you've told me. I'm not in the position to hire someone, but I could suggest you to my boss, he might listen, he's a good guy too. You're interested, my friend? Huh?".

I was quite stupefied. The alcohol had made me slightly tipsy, so I concentrated fully on not blundering somehow, hesitating a moment before speaking my response. Mark didn't seem to mind the interruption.

âžThat is unbelievably kind of you, but I'll need some time to think about that. Thank you so much just for asking me", I replied, but he dismissed my gratitude by cursory shaking his head.

âžSure, sure, but I'd need your answer by next week to arranged everything and all that. And there's no need to thank me. You were the first to welcome us here in the neighbourhood, and no one has been nicer to me. Also, I feel like to make some sort of amends for the time your kids ran you over, and uh, what they did to your garden".

âžOh, I really do appre- what did you say about my garden?".

I left not long afterwards, with a pleasant level of alcohol in my blood and an odd feeling in my stomach. The sun was just sinking below the horizon, colouring the houses and gardens before them in a faint reddish tint. A weak breeze began to rise, and for the first time in months, the air seemed chilly. Summer was finally coming to an end, and autumn slowly emerged to take its place.

Of course, I was pleased and gracious due the chance he had proffered me, but I couldn't help feeling some shame. The friendliness I had shown Mark was, in part at least, an attempt to ease my guilt over my silence concerning his wife and kids, and this benevolence appeared to be the reason for his generosity. It felt wrong to profit from my lies like that, but it seemed ridiculous to ignore such an opportunity just because of my conscience.

My life, which seemed to have been static for so long, now changed piece by piece, and all I could do was to wait and hope for the best.

At that time, the neighbourhood was mostly quite. Occasionally, a car passed by, but usually I heard only the wind blowing through the foliage. I had almost reached my threshold, crossing the junction to our street, that I felt my phone buzzing. Sarah had sent me a message.

âžHey, ur free tomorrow evening?? Would like to go out for dinner. I have a surprise for u afterwards :-)", the message read. Before I had thought much, I answered my agreement, wondering only later about the strange announcement. Sarah had surprised me enough times already, usually with a positive outcome, even if it often took me a while to realise that. By now, I had enough trust in her to be quite excited.

The rest of the evening was considerably boring. Hannah wasn't home, so the house was quiet and calm. For a while, I expected Sarah to message me again with more information, but then I surmised that this would only spoil the surprise. I pondered to see if I could figure it out myself, gave up, and ended up watching some dumb sitcom on TV.

â"â"

Autumn had arrived, still masquerading as late summer during the day, but showing its face during the chill nights, and winter was already looming at the distant horizon. No matter how much I complain about the heat, about those days of scorching sunshine and unbearably humid afternoons, after the first morning of hoarfrost I invariably miss the last summer.

I had grown quite fond of that one Chinese restaurant, and decided that it would be the right place to take Sarah for our little tryst â" nothing too fancy, but I don't pretend to be rich and cultured either. We had a nice evening that far, and my beloved had only fanned my interest in the little surprise she had for me by keeping a slight, amused smile on her face the entire time.

Although I had planned to remain calm and simply enjoy the whole experience, I couldn't help but rack my brain over this new mystery. I quickly came up with a lot of pleasant scenarios, but it didn't take too long for the paranoid side of my mind to overwhelm me and feed my fears. What if this wasn't some thoughtful present Sarah had prepared for me, but rather some cruel prank, some nasty surprise announced as something I should look forward too, just to plunge me as deep into despair as possible? I managed to suppress these unlikely thoughts, realising that spending so much time with Hannah made me apt to catastrophize.

I trusted Sarah, and for all my cynicism it was very hard to assume that she had any ill intentions towards me. As we were driving back to my home, I occasionally glanced over to see that soft smile on her face, and found nothing in it but love and benevolence. Whatever that surprise may be, it was doubtlessly something wonderful, because she herself was wonderful. When we arrived, night had already fallen over the neighbourhood.

I steered into the driveway and stopped the motor. Sarah turned to me in the twilighted car, and I was somewhat astonished by what I saw. That mild smile had turned into a broad grin that I couldn't fully interpret, but I quickly deduced that something thoroughly amused her. This wasn't just excitement over making me happy â" I suddenly had the feeling that she enjoyed this as much as she hoped I would. This somehow change my perspective, and annulled pretty much any speculation I had entertained so far.

Before my lips could form a question, Sarah had already grabbed my hand, her lithe fingers showing surprising strength.

âžJust follow me, love. I promise you'll enjoy this", she whispered. I was completely under her spell â" had she lead me to the scaffold, I would have gladly followed her. Sarah guided me out of the car, and against my hastily re-assembled assumptions, we passed by the front door and crossed the garden. Our destination was the next house over, the one that stood empty for a while and which two women now inhabited.

Sarah brazenly knocked on the door with an almost smug smile on her face, a mien I had never seen on her before, as if this was a purely theatrical gesture to relay something I needed to know. After merely a few seconds, unseen hands gingerly opened the door, and we stepped into the darkened room inside.

There was very little light passing through the drawn curtains, yet Sarah seemed to manoeuvre us through a hallway like a bat returning to her home cave. We passed through another doorway, where she stopped and stepped aside. Suddenly, bright light flooded the room, and my eyes widened in surprise.

I admit that it took me a moment to recognise the woman standing before me. Staring dumbly at her, I noticed her shoulder-length blonde hair and her pleasantly ample body, but I had only seen her a few times as an adult by then â" and at each of those occasions, she was fully clothed. Now, the sole item remaining on her nude skin was a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.

âžWhat's the matter, Matty? Cat's got your tongue?", Jenny purred, her face betraying her amusement over my total confusion.

I froze, I stammered, I turned to face Sarah, who continued to smile broadly and took a step forwards. I had seen enough to fully comprehend the situation, but I was either too baffled to think logically or simply unwilling to accept the apparent explanation. Either way, her little surprise had truly managed to confound me.

Having seen both in the nude, the physical similarity between her and Lisa seemed obvious, and their relationship apparent even without any other knowledge. Although her hips weren't quite as massively broad as her mother's, Jenny's body showed a rather impressive pear-shape with thick, silky thighs and a voluminous, bubbly ass. Her breasts were rather small in comparison, merely a tad bigger than Sarah's modest chest, but showing an underlying firmness that seemed quite appealing, although I simply couldn't help but contrast them with Lisa's massive mounds of mature flesh and silicone. A narrow patch of trimmed brownish hair hemmed her slim pussy, a trifle of pudge adorning her belly. In other words, Jenny was pretty damn attractive, and the sight of her form quickly caused my body to react, wiping away some of the nervousness for more primitive sensations.

A hand reached around my body, softly slid over the fabric of my trousers and closed around my bulge. I shivered at the surprising firmness of her grasp, closed my eyes to keep my mind from going haywire, and felt her hot breath whisper in my ear.

âžDo you believe in fate, Matty?".

I didn't answer. I had no idea how to respond to that question, and I am uncertain even today. Maybe I'm just not clever enough.

âžWell, it could just be a coincidence. But what are the chances that your dearest childhood friend ends up attending the same middle school as a student who would, a few years later and without knowing about your connection, become your girlfriend? And what if the two not only met, but even became close friends, just like you were before?".

âžFriends?", Jenny blurted out with a questioning intonation, âžI don't think that's accurate, Sal. We were more than friends, a lot more".

Sarah snickered, a sound I had never heard from her before. Opening my eyes, I turned around while she still firmly grasped my throbbing bulge, and saw a strange expression on her face. It seemed as if an entirely new aspect of Sarah was being revealed to me, otherwise cautiously hidden until I was ready to be initiated. Although I had told myself that besides their unusual physical endowments, there were no similarities between her and my sister, that triumphant, lustful smile eerily resembled a mien I would expect from Hannah.

âžYeah, I guess you could say that".

âžI mean, you were the first one I wasâmore than friends with. One year, we were more than friends so often, I almost had to retake that classâ".

The two women shared a laugh, while I remained awkwardly silent. I had to congratulate Sarah for more than fulfilling her promises. I was utterly baffled, for one by the fact that her announced surprise had turned out to be a nude Jenny who clearly wasn't just here to be stared at, but even more by the disclosure that Sarah wasn't as innocent and transparent as I had expected.

She kissed me with feverish passion, and I almost felt dazed by the excitement and the raging desire I felt. There is a short gap in my memory immediately after that, with the next thing I remember being me and Sarah facing each other, naked, our clothes strewn across the floor.

Now, I have to make a slight admission: I am not very well endowed. Neither am I pathologically undersized, although the mere existence of Hannah sometimes makes me feel otherwise. All things considered, I assume I'm rather close to the national average in every dimension, or maybe just a hair below it. Sarah's cock, now fully erect and pointing at me like a raised sword, was anything but average.

To be completely honest, I had avoided looking at it while we had sex before, not fully accustomed to such an unusual sight yet, and as such only had a rough idea of its full size. While she already exceeded me significantly in both length and girth when flaccid, the disparity between us became even more pronounced in the engorged state. Sarah's cock was a truly impressive thing, of a calibre scarcely ever seen outside of porn, and bigger even than very sizeable member of my friend Xavier by a comfortable margin. Thick, but conspicuously smooth, it seemed to leer at me with justified haughtiness.

Still, Sarah smiled at me, her mien showing a mixture of innocent, girlish excitement and animalistic lust. I was aroused to an almost painful degree, nearly shivering at the pure intensity of what I was experiencing, but I cannot deny that I was frightened â" suddenly exposed to a force far more powerful than I had expected, and once again feeling so terribly puny and vulnerable compared to it. Of course, that wasn't Sarah's fault, but rather my own personal neuroses rearing their ugly heads once again.

âžHey", Jenny interrupted my rumination, âžI like staring at that fat cock just as much as you apparently do, Matty, but that's not what we came here to do, right?".

âžRight", Sarah answered as we both turned to face the ample-bodied nude girl waiting for us, âžwe're here to fuck your brains out, Guinevere".

â"â"

I cannot really explain why I acted the way I did after that. It felt as if I was guided by some benevolent force, as if Sarah had managed to hypnotise me into following her wordless commands. We ended up in the bedroom, with Jenny lying prone across a mattress and either of us positioned on the sides. I do not know how we came to that agreement, if it wasn't simply unconditional surrender to Sarah's will, with me at the girl's face and Sarah taking her rear.

Jenny, my prodigal childhood friend and apparent vixen, turned her head to look up to me, mouthing something to the effect of Don't Worry and smiling amicably at my visible nervousness. I winced slightly as she grabbed my cock, parted her full lips and pushed my glans into her mouth. My anxiety melted away as I felt the heavenly warmth and wetness embracing me with the caress of a soft and mobile tongue. I surmised that this wasn't the first time she did that.

Even now, Jenny's green eyes seemed to smile reassuringly at me, as my eyes shifted over her back towards her broad and bubbly ass, bigger even than I had judged it earlier, and I tried to not lose control so early. Meanwhile, Sarah had positioned herself between the nude girl's spread legs, readying herself to fulfil her promise.

If I had ever entertained the thought that Sarah would show the gentle side that I knew her for when dealing with someone else, that illusion was shattered with her first thrust. Firmly grasping Jenny's sides for grip, she slammed her hips forward, ramming the entirety of her oversized cock into my childhood friend's body in a single movement. Jenny croaked, slipping her mouth off my saliva-coated member and jerking her head to the side.

âžShit, I forgot how fucking big you are", she said hoarsely, but still smiling.

âžHuh, no guys at your college with nice big cocks like mine?".

âžHonestlyâNo. You really spoiled me in that regard, Sal".

Suddenly, Sarah's face turned into an unmitigated gloat, an expression of such smugness and raw, animalistic amusement it reminded me, no matter how hard I tried to push away that thought, of someone I was closely related with. Without a second of hesitation, she resumed her thrusting.

I assume that Jenny tried her best at keeping my cock in her mouth and pleasuring me with her skilful tongue, but Sarah was determined to make that impossible. With a force and speed belying her svelte form, she began to pound the curvy woman we were supposed to share. It was little more than savage breeding, lacking any special finesse or technical prowess, and Jenny conspicuously enjoyed every second of it.

Even with her lips still encircling my shaft, low moans and growls escaped from some place deep inside her throat, and as her body shook with every impact of Sarah's hips against her voluptuous ass, my cock soon slipped out. The first few times, she was quick to reinsert it, but eventually she became too absorbed by the pounding she received to care much about me. With eyes half-closed in ecstasy, the attempted blowjob turned into my well-lubed cock rubbing against her face, with only her quivering lips occasionally grazing my glans.

Although frottage wasn't quite what I had expected, there was no reason to complain â" the tableau of Jenny lying before me, with her pretty face distorted by pleasure and her firm breasts pressed against the mattress, along with her remarkable bubble-butt quaking with every thrust against it, was more than enough to make up for it â" but somehow, my gaze became fixed on Sarah instead.

The contrast between the small-framed, rather feminine girl that had never shown anything but gentleness and understanding for me and the merciless, brutal pounding she inflicted on Jenny was nothing short of jarring, yet I couldn't look away. I still loved her dearly and appreciated every inch of her body, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn't somewhat intimidated by her. The situation was clear now: Not only was her cock far bigger than mine, she could also fuck in ways that would always remain unreachable to me. By her facial expression and the sounds she produced, Jenny was enjoying this greatly, and barely seemed aware of my presence.

Suddenly, I felt reminded of all the similar experiences I had before â" witnessing someone accomplishing godlike sexual feats that fill me with envy and horror, while standing aside and watching like a pervert voyeur, again and againâ

Sarah and Hannah, no matter how hard I tried to separate the two, merged in my mind, appearing less like two people and more like two aspects of the same superhuman being that had no goals other than to humiliate me. I couldn't escape, couldn't hope to ever live a normal life, doomed to be forever haunted by the spectre of my sisterâ

For a moment, I wanted to run away. Flee from this house, retreat to some dark corner and never think about Sarah or what she represented again. Escaping seemed to be the only way to survive this, but before I could jump away, her gaze met mine. I stared into her bright carnelian eyes, and the smile that formed on her face was devoid of the bestial lust and malevolence that had terrified me so. It was the same innocent smile she showed me when I first spoke to her, and I remembered nothing but the love that I felt for her.

Sarah leaned forward, moving her head towards mine, and I mirrored her actions. Our faces met over Jenny's back, our lips convened for a tender kiss. Suddenly, I forgot about the girl we were supposed to enjoy together, about the bed she was lying on, about this house and its inhabitants, about the car standing outside and everything else. Time stood still, and only two entities remained in existence; our minds embracing each other in perfect, eternal bliss.

It seems that we both climaxed while kissing â" she, pumping a massive load into the deepest hollows of Jenny's body, and me, smearing the teaspoon of semen I could produce over the girls face. Some part of me wished that our roles were reversed, but some instinct told me that it was better this way, that I could never replicate what she had done and that I better know my place.

âžI promised you'll enjoy this, didn't I?", Sarah whispered, our lips still wet and merely a few inches apart.

Jenny turned her head, pulling her face out of my crotch and looking up. Her expression suggested total drunkenness, smiling idiotically at nothing in particular while smudged from chin to forehead with out combined fluids. A rill of watery cum ran down her cheek, only to be swiftly lapped up as if reached her mouth.

âžYou did", I replied, âžand you were absolutely right".

Sarah gloated at me, and although I am close to one foot taller than her, she suddenly seemed to tower over me. Judging from her continuously upright stance and the fact that she maintained an iron grip on Jenny's body, I quickly realised that she wasn't planning to leave any time soon. The night had just begun, and she was determined to make the most out of it.

â"â"

I don't think I ever managed to come six times in just a few hours, not even when I was a hormone-soaked teen, but Sarah somehow made it possible, as if her mere presence was enough to enable me to commit inhuman feats. In the end, I was completely worn out, the pain in my thighs almost enough to render me bed-bound, with a deeper sense of satisfaction than I had felt in many years. In stark contrast, the whole ordeal barely made Sarah break a sweat, even though Jenny looked as if an entire soccer team had had their fun with her. It wasn't quite the level of sexual devastation that Hannah would cause, but the difference was smaller than I'd prefer it to be.

I was greatly relieved when Sarah indicated that we were done, as I strongly doubted that I could goad my body any further, even with her support, and as my sense of intimidation slowly turned into outright fear. We left Jenny behind, sprawling on the mattress and doused in emissions, then exited the house, with Sarah striding confidently across the lawn and me trudging along after her. Outside, the sun had not yet risen over the horizon, but already tinged the eastern sky a mellow red, while an eerie stillness surrounded us. I shivered slightly in the chill air as I followed Sarah thoughtlessly, until I suddenly felt the ground give way underneath my feet and slipped into a shallow pit.

It took me a few seconds to remember what had happened â" how Mark had explained to me that his kids, out of some convoluted thought process that no adult could ever fully grasp, decided that some immense treasures were buried in my garden, and that they spent one afternoon digging this big hole before getting bored of their endeavour and returning home. Lying on the cold, dew-coated earth, I regretted not covering up that pit earlier, before trying to clamber out with my aching limbs.

Sarah gloated down at me for a few secondsâ" indeed, it must have been a rather amusing sight for an onlooker â" then crouched down, extending an arm and helping me get up again. Under any other circumstances, such a mishap might have embarrassed me, but I felt so puny in her presence that hardly anything could abase me further. Hand in hand, we went on.

âžMan, those kids", I murmured, âžI don't think I'd miss them much".

âžMiss them? What do you mean?", Sarah queried, making me realise that I had not yet told her about my conference with Mark and the corollaries his offer could have. Promising that I'll explain in a minute, I asked her inside and set up a pot of coffee for the two of us.

âžSo, Mark, this guy who lives only a few streets away â" you know, we were talking a while ago, and he kinda ended up offering me a job. A good one, in fact", I said, pouring her a cup.

âžThat sounds great".

âžIt does, but that would require me to spend more time in the city. I'd have to relocate, most likely".

Sarah eyed me for a few seconds in appraisal, trying to discern if there was some hidden implication in my announcement. Her gaze made me feel nervous, but tiredness made me brave, or improvident, enough to suggest something I had on my chest for a while.

âžWell, I thought, with you going to college soon, and meâ"âž

âžMoving in with you?".

For a few seconds, I was baffled, wondering if telepathy was yet another unexpected skill that Sarah unwittingly revealed to me. She smiled, amused by her ability to continuously surprise me, before laying a hand on my shoulder.

âžI've thought about it too, Matty".

âžYou don't think it's too early?", I blurted out, and she replied with a shrug.

âžCould be, but there's really only one way to find outâand so far, I feel like we get along pretty well, don't we?".

âžY-yes".

âžI don't see much reason against it. I've been thinking about moving out for a while; I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family, but it might be good to have some distance to them, at a place of our own, just you and me. That would be sweet".

And so, Sarah had effectively rendered me speechless. In a night brimming with surprises, this one finally broke me, and whatever emotions I experienced seemed no longer expressible in words. I lunged forth, almost knocking over a full cup of steaming coffee, and threw my arms around her, barely able to keep myself from crying. For so long, I had felt like I was living under a curse, some sinister enchantment that was now being lifted by her love.

But there was one thing that I had not thought about. I detached myself from her embrace, and my face betrayed my worry.

âžHannah?", Sarah said, once again baffling me with what could hardly be anything less than mind-reading. I nodded.

âžYou're worrying too much, Matty. She might cry and moan for a while, but she's strong enough to live without you. I promise you, she'll be alright whatever you do".

âžI know", I repeated, yet unsure if I truly believed her.

âžHannah will be alright".