An Adventure In Sexuality: May Style (Max Chapter)

In the wilds of Hoenn, night slowly descended. Before the stars came out, the small group of Pokemon Trainers decided to set up camp. With tents pitched and dinner eaten, the group of four called it a night. Ash, who was about the only competitive Pokemon trainer in the group fell fast asleep within minutes of crawling into his sleeping bag, going off to dream about battles and new Pokemon to befriend. Brock, a Pokemon Breeder and former Gym Leader soon followed suit, but his dreams were filled with young women... who still refused to even so much as go out with him.

May, now fourteen years old. the only girl within the group and the resident Coordinator, a Trainer who took part in the various Pokemon Contests that littered Hoenn and beyond, had apparently fallen asleep as well; her sleeping bag was occupied with her motionless form.

All that was left was Max, the youngest of the group at the tender age of seven, who remained awake. He sat near the smoldering remains of the camp fire, eyes fixated upon the two tents that had been set up; he was watching, waiting for any movement that would mean that any of them had awakened. But Max could see none; Ash snored slightly, Brock mumbled about girls and, most importantly, his older sister looked placid and peaceful as she slept. It was something she never was when she was awake, Max mused to himself.

The stars began to come out; the Moon was full. Poking the fire a few times to keep it going for a while longer, he took his chance. Rising to his feet, he slowly crept away from the camp, retreating into the wilds of Hoenn. Using the Moonlight as a guide to ensure he made as little noise as physically possible, the young boy soon found himself far enough out of range of the camp. With a sigh, Max broke into a full blown run, putting an ever increasing distance between himself and the other three; the further he went, he knew, the more privacy he would have.

He ran as far as his legs could take him, as far as his body could go before, finally, giving out from his exertion. He collapsed near a large tree and, panting, he crawled to it, then placed his back against the mighty trunk. Wiping some sweat from his brow, Max took a quick look around; there was nobody at all within his field of vision. Feeling safe at last, the young boy slowly eased a hand into his right pocket, only to pull it out moments later...

In his hand he clutched a piece of fabric; it was white. Carefully, he grabbed it with his other hand and stretched it before his eyes; it was a pair of panties with a Skitty design on the front. He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of a Skitty on the crotch... or the fact that it was once worn by his sister. Savoring the thought for a moment, he suddenly thrust it against his face, ensuring the crotch was right at his nose.

Max inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his sister; and soon he was pitching a tent of his own, below his waist. He released the panties with one hand and brought it down to his shorts, where he undid a button, then pulled down his zipper. Licking his lips, he thrust his hand into his shorts and, with a little fishing, he brought out his penis.

It wasn't exactly giant or anything, but it was impressive for his age; it was a good four inches. He shivered as his hardness met the cold air, and quickly he covered it with the Skitty panties, then wrapped the small piece of fabric around his manhood. With a moan, the young boy slowly caressed himself through the panties, the thought that he was touching something with his penis that was in contact with his sisters crotch not too long ago made him writhe in pleasure.

He leaned back against the tree trunk as, slowly, he began to move his hands on his shaft, dragging the panties with them; he was jerking himself off with his older sisters used underwear. His toes curled in his shoes, he bit his bottom lip as if to stifle his moans, despite being all alone in the wild.

But he wasn't alone; eyes were watching him. Eyes that fixated on the object around his penis.

Max tried as best he could, but it was all but impossible for him to not make noises as he pleasured himself with his sisters panties. His mind raced back to that night, two years ago, and to the thoughts that he had since then; the lewd ideas that were born of a sexual desire that smoldered for so long. He gasped as a shudder passed through his entire body; he was going to orgasm soon, he was going to soil May's panties with his fluids...

"You filthy little boy!"

A voice called to him, a voice that he knew all too well. His eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated as he looked at the source of the voice. His body shook, hands began to sweat; the fear that he would be caught had finally come to pass... he had been caught by his sister. He could see her standing before him, not more than ten feet away; clad in a white undershirt and panties.

At any other time, he might have enjoyed the sight of his fourteen year old sister so under dressed, but right now? He was terrified; more so when she began to walk toward him. He whimpered and then panicked, trying to back away from her; but of course he was up against a tree.

He managed to get to his feet, but before he could run she was there, her arms on either side of his head. He didn't dare look up at her, he didn't want to see the look of shame and disgust in her eyes at what he was doing.

"You're a sick little pervert, you know that?"

May's question only made Max clench his eyes shut; he realized that now, he was truly screwed. His sister found out about what he did, and soon she would have him talking about all the other things he did. Turning pale, Max's short life flashed before his eyes as his body trembled; his life was all over. Any moment now, it would all collapse around him. He only hoped his sister would have some mercy and not tell their father...

"I asked you a question, Max. Now answer!"

Max recoiled at her yell and whimpered again; his bladder felt like it may just empty itself at any second. He didn't know if could have gotten the courage to answer her, but he cried out in shock as, suddenly, May grabbed hold of his chin and lifted his face up. The young, terrified boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at his older sister.

Tears began to well up as he considered begging her for mercy, for compassion. He'd swear to never do it again, he'd swear to be her slave; anything to keep this from their mother and father!

"M-May... I... pl-please..."

He began, but May jerked his head up by the chin to shut him up.

"Tell me you're a pervert."

May commanded in a stern tone, and Max swallowed hard;

"I... I'm a p-pervert... a filthy pervert!"

Max cried out as tears rolled down his cheeks; he knew that this was only the start of it all. But instead of harming him, something strange happened; May gently wiped away the tears of her little brother and then leaned forward, their faces weren't even an inch apart. She stared into his eyes, Max began to blush; there was something about it that made feel at ease, or maybe the pervert in him simply was turned on by being so close to her. But something even more unexpected happened...

May pressed her lips against his own, and kissed her little brother. His eyes went wide, then closed as she deepened the kiss between them, her lips pressing harder against his own. Leaning forward, May pinned Max to the tree, forcing her large, heavy breasts against his small frame, causing his penis to stir from its fear induced coma.

But his penis only grew harder when she slipped a hand down his small body, then took hold of manhood, causing him to gasp. Seizing the moment, May drove her tongue into her little brothers mouth, lapping at his own as, slowly, she began to caress his hardness. Max could feel her warmth through the panties still wrapped around his penis; it was the single most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his entire life.

It was so good, in-fact, that he almost thought this to be a dream, rather than reality. But either way, it didn't matter; something he wanted so badly was happening, and if it happened to be a dream, all he would do is end up with moist underwear in the morning. Max, then, in a quick burst of thought and action blindly reached out and found his sisters sides. For a moment he wanted to go for her breasts, but there was another set of cleavage he wanted to enjoy; his hands slid down her sides and found their way to her panty covered bottom.

To May's surprise, he almost instantly clamped onto her cheeks, giving them a firm, hard squeeze. Gasping into her little brothers mouth as her tongue expertly explored every nook, cranny and crevasse it would reach, May rewarded Max's bravery by moving her hand faster on his small shaft. This caused a shudder to pass through his entire body and his knees to feel weak; it was then that the two of them realized that he had just orgasmed, soiling May's Skitty panties with his fluids. But even though he had just released a load his penis remained as hard as ever, and May's hand just kept moving, pleasuring his shaft as he fondled her buttocks with all the vigor born of youth, and all the clumsiness that came with inexperience.

But May grew weary of all of this; she wanted something more from her dear brother; she wanted to taste his cock. And so, May released her brother from the kiss they shared and, dragging her breasts along his small frame, she got down on her knees. Max's eyes opened and looked down, only to be met by May's eyes; he could see the lust in them, the desire.

He swallowed hard as May looked downward and, suddenly, tugged at his shorts and underwear, yanking them down his body before pulling them away from him, throwing them to the side; all that was left were his shoes and her Skitty panties. The panties didn't last long after that; May peeled the small fabric from his shaft and, looking up to make sure Max was watching, licked some of his fluids from the material. She moaned at his taste, and then threw the panties aside as well; she had to have the real thing in her mouth.

Flashing him a smile, she lowered her head and, slowly, she placed her lips against the tip of his penis. Kissing it softly, she parted them and, quickly, took every single inch of him into her mouth. Max gasped and moaned; the warmth and moisture was more than he could have ever imagined. It only got better for the boy, though, when May slowly began to bob her head, tongue lapping at his shaft. Max cried out in pure bliss as, after only a few moments inside, he came in her mouth, giving her what she wanted the most. She moaned, feeling his hot juices strike the room of her mouth and splash on her tongue, but she didn't let up on him.

If anything, she only sped up her pleasuring of his small penis, which still remained hard despite having cum twice in such a short period of time. Max's knees felt so very weak; if not for his sister being right there, ensuring that he wouldn't.

As May's head bobbed faster and faster on his shaft, she took hold of his testicles with one hand, and gently, she massaged and caressed them. Max felt like he was going mad; his entire frame trembled, shuddered and shivered all at once. Max swore to whatever deity that would listen that this couldn't get better, but May was about to prove him wrong.

She pulled her head away from his shaft, only to lower it to his testicles and, gently, took one into her mouth. Softly she sucked upon the one in her mouth, teasing the skin of his scrotum with her tongue as she continued to caress the other with a hand. Her other hand went to his shaft, slowly jerking him off.

For the third time in only a few minutes Max came, covering his older sisters hand. She only kept jerking his shaft, covering it with his fluids; he still remained as hard as ever. May was utterly surprised by his ability to stay hard; surely it must have been due to his youth. But that thought quickly passed, for after all the longer he could stay hard, the more fun she could have with her cute little brother.

She decided to give him a little treat, though; something she knew he'd love. May pulled her head and hands away from his cock and balls, giving Max a moment to rest and to focus on her. His eyes almost instantly fixated on his older sister once more; and he got an eye full when she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing to him for the first time in a long time her bare breasts.

They had grown several times in size since he last saw them; they were even more amazing than he remembered. May looked up at her little brother with a smile on her lips, then gave him a wink before throwing her shirt aside and then grabbing her breasts. She lifted them up for him to get a better look at; they were easily the size of muskmelons, if not larger... they were an amazing sight to behold.

And they felt even better when May leaned forward and wrapped them around Max's young penis, fully engulfing it in her heavenly valley. Max moaned in bliss and May giggled before she moved her breasts in a slow up and down motion, pleasuring him with her glorious mammaries and lubricating them with the result of his previous orgasm.

The young boy dug his finger nails into the tree bark, pushing his back against it to give him support as she gradually increased her speed, her breasts making wet, lewd noises as they moved on him.

May couldn't help but stare at her little brothers reactions; they were so cute. But then he was a cute boy.... she had her eye on Max for a while now, ever since she noticed his growing focus on her, nearly a year and a half prior. His theft of her Skitty panties wasn't the first one; he'd done it numerous times in the past. She had even watched him from time to time using them, wrapping them around his cute little penis and pleasuring himself, trying not to moan...

It got her so wet watching him sniff them, watching him play with himself.... getting off on her used panties and their smell. But she simply couldn't risk doing anything when she was home; if they were ever caught by their father, it would have been all over. That's why she was so happy when she began this journey, so glad that her dear little brother came along. Finally, she could do what she wanted...

Just then, Max cried out in pleasure once more as he came between May's large breasts. She could feel his warmth spread between them, but she wanted something else. Letting go of her breasts, she took hold of his spasming penis with both hands and began a rapid jerking motion, milking him for all that he was work while aiming the tip at her face.

May moaned loudly as strand after strand found its way on her cheeks, on her nose, some hitting her lips. She couldn't help but lick it off of them while she milked her precious little brother until he could give no more.

Finally, for the first time since this all started, Max went limp; he panted heavily, his eyes seemed to be glassy when she looked up at him. She realized then that her little brother was spent for the moment; even at such a young age, he couldn't keep it up forever.

"You did so well, Max. I'm proud of you, my dear little brother."

May spoke as she rose to her feet and hugged him tightly, burying his face between her large breasts. She stroked his hair softly and smiled as she looked down at him; tonight was going to be the start of something wonderful and amazing between them.

Surely they would both enjoy this journey to its fullest from now on.

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Manipulator Of Time: Year Sixty-Seven Million B.C.E.

The red gate graced the ancient past once more, and out stepped the man. He stood on the roof of a large building constructed of stone; it was just one of many in the grand city that reached beyond the horizon of his sight.

Moving to the very edge, he took in the grandeur; truly intelligence had come to the planet. The population was composed of small Saurian creatures, shorter than himself. They walked upon twp legs, their bodies clad in some manner of fabric cloth; despite being so different, he realized in an instant who they were.

The descendants of the herbivores who touched the crystal, all those millions of years ago.

"They've come so very from that day, so long ago."

As he watched them go about their daily lives, something aught his attention; vast shards of the red crystal that he seeded the planet with were being carted about by a small segment of the Saurian populace.

Curious as to what their use for the crystal was, he followed a small convoy of carts. The small, green Humanoids were removing the crystal from the ground, making room for a structure that would only add to the vastness of their city.

He stalked the convoy to the outskirts of the city; he was appalled. It was a dump site; they were discarding it like the shards were common trash! His eyes narrowed as a frown came to his lips; surely they were not worthy of the gifts that had been given to them. He felt anger at their dumping of the crystals, at disgracing that which gave them the ability to create civilization in the first place. He clenched his left hand into a fist, threatening to shatter the shard in his hand.

He knew that he would have to make those foolish beings pay for this disrespect and stupidity. The sheer ignorance of this action was unforgivable!

But then something else caught his eye, something he had no expected; a group of small, fur covered creatures with long arms and short legs emerged from the jungle. With caution they made their way to the very border of the city where the dump site sat.

To his amazement, the strange creatures looked upon the broken, discarded fragments; in their deeply set eyes he could see a sense of wonder, animated with something else that he had not expected.

"Oh, curiosity...?"

The small group dared to come closer, despite the Saurian convoy coming and going. But there was caution in their actions; they weren't as stupid as their looks conveyed. Several of the group went to the very edge of the dump site and took hold of many a fragment, their eyes transfixed upon the strange crystal that they held in their hands.

They studied the crystals, heads cocking back and forth as they took in the sight. Then, one held the crystal aloft on a whim; it howled in surprise as it saw that the world had suddenly turned red! Quickly the creature lowered the shard and saw the world in all its glorious color, then looked through the shard again, only to take it away.

The group followed suit, they all howled in wonder as the world changed colors between the crystal and their naked eyes; it was something they had never come across before. However, their discovery was interrupted by a Saurian who threw a rock at the group, chasing them away; but the most important thing was that they took the crystals with them as they vanished back into the wild, save for one which dropped its treasure.

The Saurian, content with the fact that they were gone griped about apes as he went back to work. However, what was interesting to the traveler was that the one ape who dropped its crystal came back. The crystal that it had dropped fell upon a stone, allowing large cracks to form in its lattice.

With amazement it watched as the crystal began to grow from the damaged area; the ape was fascinated by this. In a moment of brilliance the furry creature grabbed a large stone and struck the crystal, shattering it. The broken pieces instantly began to regrow, much to its shock and surprise.

Before a Saurian could come back to chase it away once again, however, the ape gathered up the shards and retreated back into the jungle, surely to show the others of the strange regrowth that it had witnessed.

"Those creatures showed curiosity. Perhaps then I should bless them with the gift. But first, I must report this to my Master."

He turned, and the red gate opened before his eyes. Upon entering once more, he had the feeling that he was going to give rise to something very familiar to him... but he couldn't tell why that was.

That creature wasn't anything like him; not the way that he was now. The gate closed, welcoming him back into the time stream, and as he traveled he had no idea that he had seen the rise of those who would become like him.

He had no idea that he had just witnessed the rise of Humanity.

Manipulator Of Time: Year One Hundred Million B.C.E.

The familiar red gate opened again upon planet, then expanded to allow the man to exit. He stepped out onto the ridge of a mountain that stood near a small valley. As the gate closed behind him, his sharp eyes spotted several green creatures; they were large and walked on four limbs, grazing on grass that was plentiful.

They seemed to be a bit on the stupid side, however; there was no organization to their movements, there was no signs of communication. For all intents and purposes, they appeared to not be sentient, much less capable of thought beyond eat, mate and run away from predators. But such was to be expected from the grazers; herbivores of such a large and impressive bulk didn't need much in the way of brains.

However, as luck would have it, they were to be the very first lifeforms on the planet to be blessed with the power of the red crystal. They would be the first part of the great plan. For when he held out his left hand, the crystal reacted with a bright red glimmer, causing the ground to shake violently.

The beasts cried out in shock, scampering away from the epicenter with all the speed their bulk afforded them as the land split open and heaved upwards; from the crack emerged a large, towering crystalline lattice that stood proudly, seemingly reaching for the sky.

The mighty structure glistened with a deep red hue, its reflected and dyed light filled the valley as the quake came to an end. The large beasts were at first afraid; but they soon became transfixed by its glow and, willingly, moved toward it. They came so close, in-fact that, in a moment of either bravery or stupidity, one touched it with its snout.

When nothing horrific happened, the others followed suit; soon, the whole herd had physically touched the crystal that stood before them. In a heart beat, then, were they covered by the unnatural red light, their bodies fully engulfed by it. It almost seemed to sink into their bodies, passing through every cell. But soon it passed and the crystal stood silently, a monument to the power of the great engine below the surface that forced it to rise.

As the man turned once more, a larger beast suddenly appeared; a carnivore of fearsome strength and power that held no fear of the simple herbivores. The bulky creatures turned their attention from the crystal to the threat at hand, but they showed no fear of it, they didn't run away even as he mighty beast attempted to attack the nearest to it.

Instead, the plant eater who would have, only minutes ago become little more than a meal fought back by turning its bulk and swinging its incredibly thick and long tail at the predator.

The gate opened once more, silently calling for the traveler to its embrace. As he entered its maw, the rest of the herbivore herd entered the fray, sweeping with their tails in a method that seemed to belay intelligence of some sort. Instead of simply swinging wildly, they recognized and actively targeted an open wound on the predators leg that had been caused when its prior meal got a little too frisky.

The gate closed as the herbivores brought the creature down, not with pure instinct but with cunning; a cunning they didn't posses before. As the mighty carnivore fell before their combined onslaught, something inside of them began to click, began to change. They realized, for the first time that they could be dangerous, and that together they could protect one another.

Not by sheer numbers or brute strength as they always had, but by concentrated efforts, by finding a weakness in a foe and exploiting it.

They would win by thinking.

Manipulator Of Time: Year Seven Hundred Million B.C.E.

The time stream split open once more upon the planet, taking the form of a wide, red gateway. As the traveler passed beyond its threshold, the crystal in his left hand took on a deep, red, shining hue.

His smile grew wider as the gate behind him remained open; as if the stream of time was awaiting his return so that it could once more embrace him.

"Such glory."

The man mumbled as his eyes beheld the great fields of red crystal that grew out of the surface of the planet, pushing mighty slabs of stone from its path. He tried not to breathe, for the air was thick with dust and ash; it fell from the sky as though it were snow.

The source were the many volcanoes that populated the world. As they erupted they expelled the super heated gases and ash that clouded the skies, where gravity took its course and caused it to rain down. But there was something other than the normal byproduct of the planets internal workings in the skies; contained in the expelled matter were tiny, crystaline fragments.

As they fell to the surface they instantly took root in the soil, growing into the same large crystals of deep red that were springing from the deep below the ground. And as numerous crystals came closer together, as if sensing their own proximity to one another, they grew out, reaching for their neighbors.

Upon touching the crystals grew together, forming large structures. These structures then grew together, forming a vast network of interconnected crystal that dominated the surface. But even more, the crystal was dominating the planet below; for in the mantle and beyond, there was an ever growing crystal of vast proportions, ensuring a steady supply of fragments for which to be expelled from the hot spots that covered the world.

It was a haunting sight, the endless reaches of red that covered the ground as ash rained down. It almost made him doubt that any life could take root on such a world; but he knew better. Soon, the world would be lush and ripe with the flower of life.

A flower that he would tend to, a flower that he would ensure would bloom the way the Master wished it to.

He turned once more and stepped back into his gate, his smile never leaving his lips. The plan was going ahead flawlessly.

Manipulator Of Time: Year One Billion B.C.E.

A red temporal gate came into existence, and as it fully opened the same man stepped out, his feet coming into contact with solid rock. His dark hair waved with a passing breeze as the gateway closed, eyes fixed upon the sight of an open lava pit before him; he stood upon the lip of an activate volcano. He took a deep breath, which only spawned a coughing fit a moment later; clearly the air wasn't very fit for land based life yet. The oxygen much too thin, and he knew then that he would have to work quickly, lest his death were to come and the plan be foiled.

He moved closer to the churning open pit of molten rock, halting only when he came to the very edge. His skin reacted as best it could to the heat; he began to sweat. It was an ineffective and poor means to cool himself when faced with a force of nature beyond what his evolutionary form was meant to handle for long periods of time, but it was all his body could offer him.

Holding up his hand he revealed to the world a shard of red crystal, a substance that was completely and utterly alien to the planet. Even so, it would, in the vast stretches of time that would follow, become not only a sought after material, but also the symbol of a royal line that would not be broken for nearly the whole of Humanities existence.

With his other hand rising to the occasion he gripped the alien crystalline structure, hands on the extremes ends. With a swift motion he snapped the crystal in twain, only to pull the two halves apart. From the ragged, broken edges of the break, new crystal began to grow; soon, there were two crystals, the same size as the original.

One became two, just as his Master had told him.

"With this, my Master's plan will find its foundation. This planet shall be seeded with the stone that will forever push it toward evolution."

He spoke, as if announcing to the lifeless surface that its very future was to be shaped for the use of another, alien form.

Quickly, he cast the crystal in his right hand into the molten rock that filled the volcano; his eyes watched it slowly sink, into the depths of blistering hot magma. Moments later, he turned and began to walk back to where he first entered this time period, then raised his left hand, lifting the crystal in it.

As if on cue, the red portal opened for him; it was as though the crystal compelled time to rip open and allow him passage between its many twists and turns.

Upon entering the gate, he could not help but smile; he had built to foundation, and the future his Master desired would be built upon it.

He would see to that.

Manipulator Of Time: The Server And The Served

The air was stagnant and heavy, there was no light at all. In the unknown vastness of the dark stood a being, and before it was another that towered above the first. The smaller one stood in silence, eyes staring through the darkness to the one who had given him life, the one who was his father and Master.

He bowed his head and knelled before the towering creature, hands clasped together in a praying fashion. It was as though he was offering his worship.

"The timeline."

The smaller one mumbled softly to himself as he continued to seemingly pray to the towering figure. The rasping sound of breath could be heard; it was so loud that it was nearly deafening. And yet the smaller one still prayed, still worshiped the figure he could not possibly see, yet seemed to see nonetheless.

"Yes, I understand. The timeline must be secured for your continued glory."

He spoke to himself, even as his words were drowned out by the rasping breathing. He suddenly broke his praying stance and rose to his feet, hand held out as though to take something from the darkness. A moment later the muscles in his hand clenched as if to support something heavy, and he looked up to the towering figure, to the one who was rasping so loudly. His head moved in a nodding fashion, as if to confirm something.

"Your will shall be done, my Master. I will allow none to get in the way of your glorious plans."

The smaller figure turned and began to walk, his eyes staring ahead into the darkness. He walked with ease, as though he knew exactly where he was going even though it was pitch black. And once he reached a certain point, a disturbance came into being; a pale red light came into existence.

In a matter of moments it grew brighter, it grew larger... and then it opened; a temporal gateway. The bright, fire red color illuminated the smaller figure, it played on his features like a candle. He was Human in every physical sense; from the number of limbs down to the fine hairs on the back of his neck that stood on end as he approached the gateway which would send him through time. In his hand he carried a precious cargo, something that would alter the fate of so many.

As he stepped through the passage, the light danced across the walls of the chamber that he was once in, exposing the ragged curves and twisting contours before reaching the towering figure whom he called his Master.

Four great, green tubules and two lesser ones connected its body and armored head to the walls, two great arms stretched out while two lesser clenched the two smaller tubules that were connected to its head. Plates on its mouth and torso moved as it took in raspy breaths, and a single great eye watched the gate as it slowly began to close behind the man who did its bidding.

The Master's plan was being set into motion at the hands of the Manipulator of Time; the planet that the Master resided and fed on would be altered in ways its coming inhabitants would never realize.

An Adventure In Sexuality: May Style (Brendan Chapter)

At the tender age of five years old, young Max had no idea as to what his sister, May, did at night. Being twelve years old, she was capable of staying up much later than he could ever comprehend. But at the same time, he simply had no desire to know. After all, he regarded his older sister in the same way as all girls; they were stupid, icky and had some kind of odd disease that was simply named cooties. The young child had no idea, then, that one night everything would change for him, that his view of her, and girls in general, would change so radically.

Max had risen from a deep sleep, his body telling him that he needed to use the bathroom. In the darkness that filled his home so late at night he could have sworn that he heard noises coming from somewhere; but at the time all he cared for was the toilet. It was not until after its use, when he was a little more awake that he found himself curious about those noises that, now, he could hear clearly. With bravery that betrayed his age, and putting the concept that every little noise in the darkness could be contributed to a Boogeyman who wanted to eat him, Max moved deeper into the darkness, intent on finding its source.

His search led him to his sisters bedroom, the source of the sounds came from beyond her closed door. Slowly, he pressed his ear against the barrier between himself and the noises; it was a dull squeak. Confused, Max pondered as to what it could be, then he recalled that his own bed made sounds like that at times as he tossed and turned. But there was something else, something that mixed it the base sound.

Pressing his ear against the door harder he focused his mind, trying to make them out; they were gasps, grunts and a deep, animalistic moaning. It sounded much like a night, several years before, when he went to his parents room in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. The memories came flooding back; he knew he had come across something that he shouldn't have heard or seen back then, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember it fully. With a mix of curiosity and fear that he could be caught and scolded for invading his sisters privacy, the young boy swallowed hard as his hands reached out for the door knob. Perhaps by destiny or laziness, there were no locks on any bedroom door in the house; he had easy access, but the fear of being punished made him hesitate.

Finally, mustering up the same courage he showed by venturing into the darkness, he slowly and carefully turned the knob, then pushed the door open just enough for him to see the inside. There, illuminated by the pale light of a small reading lamp, Max saw his twelve year old sister May on her back as she lay upon her bed, clothing strewn about the floor. Her tiny hands were curled into fists, fingers clenching her bedspread as if for dear life as her back arched upwards, her apple sized breasts proudly thrust into the air. A young man of the same age as his sister was there, between her legs; Max could see the boy thrusting his pelvis toward his sister, her breasts wobbled in time with his movements.

His mind surged with the images that were flooding his eyes, but he realized within moments whom this boy was; Brendan, one of their neighbors. The concept that the two of them would be together so late at night was odd; May never did seem to spend much time with him, so far as Max knew, anyway. But it seemingly turned out that they did enjoy each others company, which was evident by the fact that they did enjoy spending some time together, given the fact that May's legs were locked around his waist tightly, refusing to release the young man from their grip as he thrust into her with vigor.

Too shocked to say a word and too scared of being found out to move, Max could only watch the two of them fornicate. His young, innocent eyes were transfixed upon the trembling, nude form of his sister as she was assaulted by Brendan's phallus, his ears were filled with her moans and gasps as Brendan grunted like some raging beast. The unified sexual organs of the young lovers made lewd, wet squishing noises as they came together and moved apart.

The sight, the smells were so much for the young boy to take in, much less understand. His body trembled, his knees felt weak; he knew he had to leave, but he simply could not. The scene stirred something within his body, something animalistic; his eyes wouldn't rip themselves away from his sisters body, they followed her breasts as they shook, his ears focused only on her cries of bliss as her lover moved with increased speed. Her small, delicate hands threatened to pull the spread from her mattress as her toes curled, her legs tightening around Brendan's waist.

Max swallowed hard as he heard his sister say something, there were words that he'd never heard of, but it seemed to elicit a reaction from her lover; he moved even faster into her, grunting harder. He was less a man than an animal at this point. Her cries grew louder, so loud that Max's ears rang; and then, she nearly screamed as her body locked up, her hands pulling up the sheet that they clung to. She told her lover to do something over and over, words he never heard before, words that just seemed filthy, despite not knowing what they were.

It was moments after this that Brendan threw her legs off of his waist, pulling his phallus from her small frame. Max's eyes went wide when he finally saw it; it was so big compared to his own. But what really shocked him was when something came from Brendan's penis; it was thick and white. At first Max though he was urinating on his sisters body, but as she moaned and mewled, and as it clung to her breasts and stomach, Max knew that it wasn't a bodily fluid that he knew. The torrent of fluid seemed to go on forever, his sisters body was covered before it finally ended, before he fell forward onto May's body, panting.

The young boy, unsure as to what he had just seen, his eyes no longer transfixed, mind no longer clouded by the vision of his sister in the act of sexual ecstasy managed to move. His small feet moved him backwards, his knees still felt weak; it was all he could do to not fall and reveal himself. As he retreated into the darkness, he heard them whispering things, words of praise and contentment. When he finally managed to get enough strength in his knees, Max turned and fled to his room, relaxing only when he firmly inside and safe behind his door.

As he laid upon his bed, his mind racked itself, trying to make sense of it all. But it couldn't; he had no words to describe it, no means to comprehend the act he just witnessed. Most troubling of all, though, was the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of his sister's body, off of he bouncing breasts. He had always seen her as a stupid, icky girl... but now? He didn't know; he was so confused. He sighed, he realized that tonight he would be unable to sleep...

It wouldn't be the last night that he lost sleep over his sister.

Machine Empire Girls Are Easy

Life was boring for him, in the sense that things never really surprised him. And after all, why would they, considering that he lived in a city that was nearly under constant attack from some manner of evil space aliens, where large robots battled even bigger and uglier monsters, and people ran around in what was akin to spandex suits with weapons of mass destruction under the guise of saving the day, even though any normal person would have likely abused their position? Oh, he wished he lived in the Marvel universe, or the DC universe. Shit, he even wished he lived in the Big Bad Bettleborg universe, but he was living in Angel Grove; it was a curious place that seemed to expand forever in California, a place that sucked up so much land that one might consider it almost a small state in its own right. That goddamned park alone was huge.

He was minding his own business, walking along with nowhere to go really; downtown was once again closed off due to a Megazord battle between the Power Rangers and some big, alien machines. The news didn't cover it; who would, considering how old news this shit was after all the years. He figured he was out of the danger zone; sometimes it felt like the same buildings were destroyed over and over again, even if they were in different parts of downtown.

He could hear the sound of the battle clear as day; too many explosions for his liking, even when they didn't seem to do any damage at all. Maybe they were all covered with some kind of paint that went up in flames and smoke the instant anything brushed against it, or maybe they just did that to increase the drama. Hell, he even considered that this was, in-fact, the longest running live action TV series of all time; literally live action, taking place in downtown... and the quarry. And the seemingly huge and equally seemingly abandoned factory area near the water.

But that was crazy talk; he could believe in space aliens, giant robots and spandex clad heroes, but all of that as just a TV show? Nah, couldn't happen. Who the Hell would watch THAT?

A huge explosion tore through the air, a huge mushroom like cloud filled the sky; seems like the Rangers won again. But what the Hell was that whistling noise, and why did his hair stand on end? At first he could barely hear it, but as the moments passed it grew louder... louder... louder... like it was coming close. Looking up, he couldn't actually see anything, what with the smoke and dust from the explosion that didn't seem to have any negative effects on the health of the people. Then he saw it coming in for a landing, and he freaked out.

"OH SHIT!"

He cried out and panicked, then tried to hide. It seemed like a chunk of one of the alien robots the Rangers fought, and it was coming in fast; it seemed like it was going to hit him! So, hiding behind a pole and hoping for the best, he waited for the collision that never happened. What did happen, though, was a very loud clanking noise and a thud as whatever it was slammed into the ground of a vacant lot that was within a short distance of himself.

Guess he overreacted a bit on that, but then so would anybody if they saw an alien robot flying out of the sky, whistling like a bomb and heading in their general direction.

Slowly, he came upon the machine in the vacant lot; it looked Humanoid, about his height. He cocked his head as he drew closer, peering at the form before him; it looked a bit like a woman. Yes, a metal woman... a female robot. Or rather, android. No, wait; it was gynoid; he remembered that from school. So, it was a GYNOID clad in, from the looks of it, a pink sort of leotard outfit, with a ruffle of material --perhaps an attempt at a skirt-- along the hip opening of her outfit. She even had shoulder pads and what looked like, from behind, a bit of chest armor; but he couldn't be sure until he saw her chest.

But why would a machine need chest armor? Did she have stainless steel tits she didn't want scratched up?

"Curious..."

He mumbled as he came to a halt, still unsure as to if it would spring to life and kill him. Quickly, he surveyed the area and found a lot of junk to be strew about the ground; perhaps people were throwing their garbage into the place. But out of the crap he saw a long stick, easily 5 feet in length and thick enough to be a branch. Going to it, he gently took it into his hands, then sighed; he felt a little safer.

Turning back to the gynoid, he came to within five feet of her... and then he poked her frame with a stick. He kept on poking it for a few minutes, checking now and again for any movements, any signs that it was alive... or awake.

"Hey, little miss machine, can you hear me?"

He asked time and again as he poked her, but there was nothing from the mass of metal and likely plastic; after all, what could be called her hair looked like it was made of black vacuum molded plastic, as did her leotard.

Finally convinced that she wouldn't harm him, yet anyway, he came closer to the machine girl. Curiosity being a trait that he had in abundance, and his caution satisfied for the moment, he decided to see if he could turn her over, see what her front looked like. Considering that her arms and legs looked like they were made of metal, he figured she would be heavy, and so after placing his stick down, he spit on his palms, rubbed them together, grabbed an arm and, bracing himself against the hard ground, he began to pull.

Five seconds later he was on his ass because she easily turned over; she wasn't that heavy at all.

"Maybe she was built with some alien super metals that're ultra light..."

He mumbled to himself as he got sat up. His eyes made a quick pass at where she laid, and they went wide when he saw her; she looked a lot like a Human woman. Just... made of metal.

"Damn."

That was an understatement. Quickly, he sat on his knees next to her and looked her over more closely; she had large yellow optics that sort of looked slanted, like she was Asian, but they were dim. On her forehead was some kind of striped gold headband object with a ruby in the middle, or maybe it was a tiara? Just below her eyes, on either side was an extension of hair, and her lips were red, but if they were painted or made from a special red metal insert he wasn't sure. She had a gold necklace around, well, her neck, and below that was a red heart... just above what could be called her breasts.

They were the same silver color as her arms and legs, and they seemed to be pretty big; but then consider she was made of metal that didn't mean much. The white with black curved lines "bra" like item on her chest likely wasn't covering anything but internal workings; her chest metal was likely just curved just to give the illusion of breasts. The golden cog under the "bra" seemed to confirm it.

Moving further down, his eyes followed the leotard she wore until it hit what passed for a crotch; he was sure that it was made of some manner of plastic, rather than metal. The way it looked in the sun just didn't seem right for metal. Going to her thighs, he spotted something be missed before; a gold ring around the right. Being ever curious, he reached out with a hand and gently tapped one of her legs, to see what kind of sound he gets from her...

But there's no sound, there's nothing at all. Ever more curious he hit her a little harder; still nothing. And again he hit her leg, but there's still nothing. He had to wonder just what she was made of; even if it was some alien metal there should be a sound, even if it's dull and low. He moved his hand upwards, tapping her leg; there was no sound; then he came to her crotch. He tapped it; there was a dull thud.

"Ah ha! This is made of some kind of plastic!"

He exclaimed to himself, as if proud that he learned something from his simple, almost ape like prodding. he tapped her crotch again and again, he could feel it moving; seemed as though it wasn't a solid unit on her body. Looking closer, he could see a seam along her thighs and dividing it at where a Human girl's vagina would be. He leaned closer, throwing caution to the wind; and suddenly the plastic bit flipped open, exposing a port to him. His eyes focused upon it; it seemed curiously soft and textured.

Swallowing hard, he moved his hand toward the port and, softly, he prodded it with a finger. It was pliable, it gave at his touch; it felt fleshy. He ran his finger around the outside of it; it seemed the whole thing was that way. He pondered for a moment, then, slowly, he slipped a finger into the strangely fleshy port; he was amazed to find that it was both warm and moist. Confused, he forced his finger ever deeper inside; it was still as warm and as moist as it was before. Pressing his finger upwards, he hide an upper wall of the opening; it felt sort of like velvet, sort of like...

"Wait, what?"

He blinked a few times as he moved his finger in a small circle inside of the female looking machine, the moisture seemingly increasing as he felt the soft, velvety interior walls. He wasn't exactly sure how or why this was, but it felt exactly like a.... nah, couldn't be. Why would a machine girl have such a thing? Shaking it off, he tried tried to draw his finger out... but he had a hard time of it. He pulled a little harder, and it slowly began to withdrawn, but it felt like something was clenching it, trying to not like it go.

"So then.... maybe she does have a vagina..."

With his finger out, he knelled between her silver colored legs for a short while, watching that strange for a machine orifice ooze a weird fluid; it looked a lot like a Human girls vaginal juice. He wondered why a gynoid would have something akin to a sexual opening; after all, machines didn't reproduce sexually. But then, maybe alien robots do? But then, they wouldn't be robots, they'd be... cyborgs?

Was she really a cyborg? The rest of her looked very machine like; he seriously considered that to be less possible than absurd. So... maybe... maybe she just had one for some reason; alien robots could have sex for fun, or the Hell of it. Maybe she liked collecting DNA samples from the races she killed off? Maybe she just likes organic men? Hell, maybe she was like that robot cop guy, what's his name, whom they only saved the brain and face of to make into a cop, only with her it's her pussy.

Whatever the reason, he was alone with an alien robot with a leaking vagina and no way to contact the Power Rangers to take care of the clean u-

"Wait a second... all alone with an alien robot that has a pussy. Maybe I could..."

He smirked as he looked at the deactivated machine girl; he'd always wanted to have sex with an alien. Well, sort of. He had a dream about it once, but it ended badly when that alien forced an egg down his throat and it burst through his chest. But this time there was no such fear; the worst she could do is kill him if she came around, and by then he'd die a happy man. So, why the Hell not?

"I'm going to do it... for science. Yeah, science... to explore the mysteries of alien robot vagina!"

He always wanted to say something corny like that. But even so, he wasted no time in undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, the mere thought of this was already making him hard. He wrestled with his underwear for a bit before fishing his dick out of his pants, it stood tall and proud at its full length of six inches; a bit on the average size but it there was no shame in that. He licked his lips and took a deep breath as he held his dick in one hand and her thigh in the other.

Pressing the head against her opening, he exhaled and slowly began to push inside...

"Oh wow, this is pretty tight..."

He mumbled to himself as he inserted his hard phallus into her opening; the head was in and it was already a bit of challenge to get any further inside of her. Given the eyes, she looked a bit Asian, so it made sense that she was that tight; all Asian pussy was tight. He grabbed what passed for the hips of her chassis and began to pull her toward him as he pushed into her; she was even lighter than he thought, as her form easily moved closer to his own, driving him ever deeper.

"Jesus... just like the real thing!"

He cried as he felt her vagina all around his shaft; she was hot and wet, her walls clenching against him like she had muscles. He pushed harder and harder to force the last few inches into her, but he finally made it; he was balls deep inside the gynoid. The sensation was incredible, it felt so much like a Human girl that he'd never be able to tell the difference if he were blindfolded.

"Okay, time to get to fucking. Don't worry, babe, I'll be gentle..."

He said with a smirk on his lips as he looked at her face, into her dimmed and glassy eyes; they must illuminate when she conscious. But getting his mind back on the matter wrapped around his dick, he slowly began to withdraw from her tight little love tunnel, feeling it clenching against him, not wanting to let him go as inch after inch removed itself from her inner depths; he was covered to the balls with fluid that, when he suddenly drove back in, helped him have an easier time of going back to his former balls deep state.

He withdrew and thrust back into her a few times, noticing how it seemed to get easier each time, as though she were loosening up a bit for him. And every time he would pull out more and thrust in faster, making her frame shake ever so slightly. And after those few times, he managed to get all the way to just having the head inside of her, and then he knew that he was ready to have some fun.

He pumped her all too natural feeling vagina, thrusting into her and pulling out, slowly at first to ensure that his rhythm was strong before going a little faster. Every time his balls would slap against the the metal of her ass, but he didn't feel much pain at all; the sensations he got from her robotic pussy were just too amazing to be overtaken by pain. Her frame quivered with every thrust, he could see that it moved ever so slightly every time he reached his balls; she was so light weight that he was moving her with the force of his fucking.

His hands held firmly to her hips to ensure that he couldn't push her away as he moved with greatest speed, moaning slightly at the feel of her. She was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt, be it Human or not; she was the best fuck he'd ever actually had. Her opening was so hot and wet, it clenched him at the right times, it squeezed him softly like a gentle hand wrapped in a velvet glove

"Oh God, you're amazing... so much so I wish you were conscious..."

He mumbled to her vacant face as he fucked her with ever increasing speed and force, soon all but plowing himself into her body. Her chassis shook more and more, and his finger dug into the plastic material that formed her outfit to ensure that she couldn't slip away. He was breathing harder now, his balls were a bit swollen from the slapping, but he didn't care; the need for release was greater than any pain he might have felt.

But as he fucked the alien machine girl below him with gusto, his eyes wandered down to her chest on a whim, and there he saw something moving, if just slightly. The "bra" like object that he though didn't cover anything was moving, as though something under it was shaking, or moving. For a moment he thought that, maybe, she was about to come around; that is, if she were able to come around at all, but after giving her a few moments it seemed as though it was from his own actions.

He'd stop fucking to make sure, but there was no way he could do that now; he was too close to even consider stopping, even if it meant his death. Maybe it wasn't on tight enough, or maybe it was covering something... either way, he was curious, even in the middle of pounding her like he had a jackhammer on his crotch. So, he pulled a hand away from her hip and moved it up, along her sleek, plastic covered body until he got to her chest. Licking his lips, he eased his fingers up to the very top of the "bra" and, to his surprise, they slipped between the silver metal of her "cleavage" and the "bra" itself.

Taking a firm hold and wondering if it was loose enough to remove, he gave it a quick pull; lo and behold the covering came off with ease, revealing a pair of round, silver orbs. He looked at them and they moved in time with his pounding; they acted a lot like molded Jell-O, bouncing up and down when given enough force to move them.

"Jesus... just full... of surprises..."

He groaned as he watched them bounce like orbs of Jell-O... and he simply had to do it. He grabbed one with his free hand and squeezed it, and to his surprise it expanded between his fingers, giving way and distorting when he hold it. He released it a moment late, to see what would happen; it regained its perfectly round orb form, as though he had never touched it. The golden cog that showed seemed to be simply a half piece, likely just some manner of symbol; they did say on the news that the alien foot soldier robots were called Cogs.

Grabbing hold of her orbs, he squeezed and fondled what could pass for tits as he pounded her opening, feeling them move and quiver in his hands as they expanded outwards, filling the gaps between his fingers. His knees were getting sore from being on the hard ground for so long, and his balls were swollen, but at that moment he was in Heaven; fucking the best pussy he'd ever felt and squeezing a pair of soft, jiggly tits. If he were to die then and there he'd be happy...

It was sudden and swift, a shudder passed through his body as he clenched his eyes closed; his balls just spasmed and began to release. He slammed himself into her over and over with an almost frenzied pace, driving his sperm deep inside of her body, not caring where it ended up and if his brave little soldiers were facing a terrible death. He squeezed her orbs with fury and force, and if they were anything like water balloons they would have burst; good thing they were more durable than that.

With a sudden backward shift, he pulled out of her vagina and sprayed a few thick strings of cum across her stomach and tits; he could feel it hitting his hands, but he didn't care. He panted then, as his orgasm ended, his hands remained on her breasts, playing with them; he could honestly say that tat was the single best sexual experience of his life.

"I wonder if I can take you home..."

He pondered out loud as his phallus shrank, the precious blood that was stolen from the brain moving back to that most vital of organs. With some regret, he removed his hands from her orbs and placed them around her waist, then he pulled; she lifted up with ease. He smiled then, for he knew that he could likely carry her back to his place. Quickly then, he placed his penis back into his pants and zipped up, replacing his belt. Then, he hoisted her up; she moved easily.

Casting her over his shoulder, he began to leave the lot, then paused; what would people think if they saw him? Even in this strange city of aliens and giant robots, one didn't see a man carrying an alien robot around the the streets too often. But then, he shook his head and said fuck it; if anybody leered or asked, he's tell them that she was a sex doll. Which, technically wasn't a lie; he was going to use her for sex, and in her condition, she was little more than a doll.

And if anybody else asked where he got her, he'd just say that he won it. In a fair. At a truth telling contest two towns over.

Dawn's Skirt: A Sexual Adventure

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