Buterching The Prey

Even though this wasn't his first time, the Soul Reaper was still nervous; every time a Hollow appeared there was danger. No matter how many times one had slain the beasts, there was always a chance that one would get you. In the academy they taught them to attack from behind; many Soul Reapers in the current day and age seemed to ignore that, but he didn't.

He'd seen many of his friends and classmates eaten by Hollows because they decided to run head long into the jaws of the masked demons, so sure of their skill with the blade. But he had always done what he was taught; attack from behind, go for the swift kill. No showing off, no bravado; purify the monster and move on to the next.

This strategy had kept him alive for well over a hundred years now, and tonight was no different. The Hollow was a large one, its form irregular; it seemed almost like a blob. The mask seemed to wrap around the whole of its mostly shapeless mass; this one might be a bit difficult. Still, the Reaper clutched the hilt of his blade tightly as he watched it from a rooftop, his Spiritual Pressure pushed down as low as he could possibly force it to.

It was a little trick he'd picked up from years of fighting. But he'd been told he was a true master at it; younger Reapers and even seated officers would ask for some tips now and again.

The Soul Reaper shook his head; such thoughts were a distraction to the mission. The Hollow seemed to have not noticed him; all he needed now was the perfect time to leap down and slay the monster. He could feel a wondering Plus nearby; that would be the time to strike, when the Hollow went to feed. With luck he'd be able to purify the Hollow, then send the Plus off to Soul Society without having to do too much running around.

Sensing its prey nearby, the Hollow began to move with amazing speed; it was almost like a steamroller, crushing everything in its path. As it moved it wailed; that sound never left the Reapers nightmares. It was horrific, and if it was bad for him, a seasoned pro it would be even worse for the Plus that was soon going to be made a meal of if he didn't attack.

Quickly then he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, giving chase as the beast plowed over lamp posts and cars; the Plus was close now. Likely frozen in terror at the sound.

Perching on the edge of a roof, he watched as the Hollow came close to the Plus; he could see it clear as day. A little boy that had a strong spirit, his death was likely caused by a Hollow. Maybe this one; it could be returning to finish the job. But the Soul reaper wouldn't allow that to happen, it was his sworn duty to defend souls from the monsters that sought to eat them.

The little boy, he looked up at the Hollow with wide eyes; the shock was too much. It was as a nightmare, seeing this huge monster come toward him... and the wail...

The Soul Reaper jumped from the roof toward the Hollow, with any luck it would take only one strike. The Hollow, however, launched a tentacle as he grew close; it hit the Reaper dead on in the chest. With a cry, the tentacle gripped his body and slammed the Reaper into the hard concrete below, causing a spray of blood from his mouth to fly as he screamed in immense pain.

Every bone in his body felt like it had broken; such was likely the case. The Hollow, it held the broken Soul Reaper tightly as it quickly launched tentacled at the child, preventing him from running. Like a deer in headlights, though, the boy didn't move; no sound came from his mouth. The Soul Reaper tried to slash at the Hollow's tentacle, but his wounded body coupled with a tight squeeze from the monster put an end to that.

"You thought you were so smart, Soul Reaper."

The Hollow spoke with a raspy voice; the blob like form shifted, and its entire body seemed to rotate... or rather, the mask seemed to spin around so it was facing him.

"Trying to sneak around like that; you thought yourself clever. But even if your suppressed your power, you forgot that wonderful smell of yours. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would make your move... so that's why I went after this little snack."

The Soul Reaper was confused; smell? He'd never heard anything about smell; he assumed Hollows found his kind through their Spiritual Pressure, not scent! Or maybe this one was different...

"Now, Soul reaper; watch as I eat this little appetizer!"

The beast rasped as it lifted the Plus high into the air. The mask shifted again, only this time appearing at the top of the blob like form, mouth wide open. The little Plus didn't make a sound, he didn't cry; it was as though he were broken, dead to the world.

"N-no! Let the kid go! Eat me instead!"

The Reaper spat out finally; the Hollow laughed.

"Such a kind offer... fine then!"

The beast wailed as the tentacle that held the Soul Reaper instantly separated into multiple sections, each becoming a tentacle in its own right. Quickly they moved on his body, wrapping around a limb, his neck and his torso, right above his stomach.

"Just... promise... you'll let the kid go."

The Reaper pleaded. The Hollow, it looked up at him... and then it smiled. It was a horrific sight; a Hollow smile. It was so unnatural, the way the mask contorted to allow for such a thing to happen. It almost turned his stomach.

"No."

The beast spoke with finality as its tentacles released the Plus. The Reaper could only watch as the small soul vanished into the mouth of the monster; the sound of bones crunching sent a shiver down his spine.

"You... you monster! Why?!"

The Reaper screamed, the Hollow only laughed... and then with a pull the Reapers right arm was torn from his body. Screaming in abject horror, the Reaper nearly passed out from the sudden blood loss.

"You idiot! You should have known better than to expect mercy from us!"

The Hollow roared with laughter, mocking the stupidity of the man as he turned pale from blood loss as it tossed the limb into its mouth, then began to chew slowly. The monster moaned in bliss as the bones snapped and were turned to a fine mush along with the rest of his limb.

"My, so delicious. I haven't had your kind in, oh... a decade or so now."

Slowly, the Hollow began to rip a leg from the Reapers body; this one was slower than the arm. He could feel his muscles being torn, the pain was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Blood ran down the beasts tentacle as the flesh ripped, sinew snapping as the limb came free from the body. It flew into the beasts mouth to be chewed slowly; the monster moaned again at the sweet taste of the Reapers flesh.

"Does it hurt? I bet it does, the way you were screaming!"

The Hollow rasped and laughed again, enjoying the sadistic brutalization of its prey. The Soul Reaper couldn't speak, the pain and trauma had sent him into a deep shock. The Hollow wailed and shook its prey; blood splattered across buildings and road alike.

"What's wrong, Soul Reaper? Nothing to say? Well then... let's just see how many more pieces it takes for you to say something!"

The sadistic monster pulled at the remaining limbs of the Soul Reaper, doing to them what had been done to the leg. The sinew shredded as the blood flowed, the muscles and flesh ripped; the limbs came off, leaving the Reaper with nothing more than a head and torso. But he didn't scream; rather, he couldn't scream. The monster was denied that further pleasure, but it still had the flesh to eat.

Just as the limbs were in the mouth of the Hollow, the tentacle around the torso of the Reaper tightened. Blood poured from his mouth, any rib that wasn't broken before was crushed. From the sheer pressure the Reapers flesh tore, everything under the grip of the tentacle was crushed; blood and organs oozed around it.

Slowly, his body was split in half, the only thing holding him together was his spinal column. Another tentacle grabbed hold of his lower body and ripped it from his torso. The Hollow held it above his mouth and turned it over, a smaller tentacle split and reached into the blood mess. It fished out the intestines of the Reaper, then pulled it to its mouth; like spaghetti it sucked them from the blood stump, his blood the perfect sauce.

Once the intestines were done, the Hollow dropped the lower body into its mouth, savoring the flavor. Knowing the Reaper to be dead, the Hollow wailed once more; with a swift tug the head came off, the upper torso falling into the monsters mouth, only to be chewed and swallowed with a moan.

The head was all that was left of the Reaper now, but instead of eating it, the beast had another plan. A tentacle flew out from the blob like form and grabbed hold of the Reapers sword. Lifting it up to the head, it drown the blade into his neck, impaling it. With a laugh the Hollow threw the gruesome present for his comrades to the ground as it fled the scene of its meal.

It would need time to digest, after all... before the next hunt.

Because He Loves Her

The room was dark and for the moment silent as Cloud sat motionless in a rather plush and comfortable chair. His Mako infused eyes were closed tightly as he tilted his head backwards; any moment now, his heart would be torn apart again. The waiting was the one thing that truly hurt Cloud; he knew that it was going to come, but he didn't know exactly when, or how violently it would be.

The moment came, suddenly, when he could just begin to hear that which hurt him so badly. It was the squeal of springs; a squeal that only grew louder as the seconds passed him by. Cloud could do nothing but sink into his chair, thoughts racing through his mind.

It was only a matter of time, now, before he would hear her voice. Perhaps not the wait but that was the worst part of all of this, Cloud pondered.

"Oh God, harder! Pound my pussy harder!"

For a man who thought it to be the worst part, Cloud couldn't help but smile; the idea of hearing her was horrible, but actually hearing her? It was music to his ears, a sweet music that made him forget all about the horror for the time being. So much did he forget that he inched its way down his torso as the squealing grew louder and much more constant, being joined with feminine moans and screams of bliss.

Tifa, he knew, was enjoying herself; the man she picked seemed to be a good choice. After all, he was making the bed sing its song of sexual conquest while making her join in as well. Cloud's hand continued its journey, ever lower as he his breathing slowed, allowing him to hear more of what was happening to his lovely companion just a few rooms away. Finally he reached his crotch, fingers gently rubbing at the hardness already there.

Tifa's cries of pleasure grew in volume, Cloud could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the springs screaming as they were worked to near their limit. He placed his hand against the stiffness and rubbed it nice and hard, causing his body to squirm. She was getting him so horny, so ready for his eventual turn.

Why, he could just see Tifa on her back, a foreign dick slamming into her over and over, her impressively large breasts bouncing without constraint.

"Ahhh, yes, there! Right there!"

In a moment it seemed like her cries increased ten fold; her man of the moment must have found her sweet spot. It only caused Cloud's hand to move upon his crotch with more speed; his pants slowly stained with precum. He almost wished he were in there at that moment, watching as that total stranger plowed the woman he loved. But he was content to just listen; he had to be.

Watching would just destroy him.

Cloud's ears perked when he heard the man grunting like some manner of wild beast; he was clearly getting close to orgasm. Tifa too must have been close, her moans and screams were so close together that it almost sounded like one long, unbroken noise. The springs of the bed sounded like they were about to give out on the two even as they sped up, their sexual organs producing a loud, filthy squishing noise as their flash met with increasing force.

Cloud wanted to stick his hand in his pants, grab hold and take care of his raging hardness, but he had to hold out, he had to endure.

"Oh God, gonna cum! I'm gonna cum around your hard, fat dick!"

Tifa was such a lewd girl when it came to sex, never subtle in saying or doing things; at times she seemed like a porn star. Not that he was complaining, not that the men she was with complained... not that the current man would, given the desperate grunts and gasps that was coming from him. Cloud could tell he was plowing her in earnest, slamming into her time and time on the verge of one of the most power orgasms of his life.

She had that effect on men.

An ear splitting shriek tore through the darkness of Cloud's little room; Tifa had just had an orgasm, likely pulling the sheet from the bed if she hadn't already before hand. The spasming of her muscles had a powerful effect on her lover, Cloud was sure; the springs weren't screaming as much, but when they did it was clear what was about to happen. Just as expected, the man said something in a low, almost hushed voice, something Cloud couldn't make out. But he knew what it had to have been.

"Pull it out and cum all over me!"

Cloud almost came right then and there, to the point where he had to pull his hand away from his crotch to stop himself from just releasing his seed in his pants.

"Ohhh, so hot and thick. Mmm, yes... let it spray all over my body!"

He had to dig his fingers into the arms of his chair to keep from touching himself, to keep himself from going off like a shotgun. Tifa was being covered in that mans seed, likely her tits getting the most of it. It was hard to not imagine her laying on that bed, face and chest covered in long, thick strings of semen, panting and rubbing it into her skin while mewling like a whore.

Cloud tried to force that out of his mind before he went off, to focus on something else; like the odd silence that fell in the room where the two were. He couldn't really hear anything, not even panting. Perhaps she was giving him some manner of oral attention, moving her wet, hot little mouth on his shaft, tongue lapping up their combined fluids like the little whore that he knew she could be.

That had to be it... he could hear the groaning of the man now, there was likely mumbling about her mouth and tongue in a voice too low for him to hear clearly. But then suddenly it ceased again.

What followed were light noises that he could barely hear, let alone understand; Cloud was curious as to what was happening. But, knowing Tifa it was one of only a few possibilities;

"Oh, mmm... that's it... ease it in there."

Her voice was soft and low, but filled with desire. She squealed now and again but at times she fell silent, likely biting her lip to keep from screaming as he filled her anus with something long and hard. The sound of springs slowly started up again, the squeaking getting louder with every passing moment, but there was no other sounds; she must have been stifling her screams of pleasure. Then it came; the dull sound of flesh slapping flesh.

It only grew louder along with the springs, the sound of grunting mixing in; he was really loosening up her ass. It would only be a matter of time now before the man grabbed her by the wrists and really started going to town. Tifa always did love that.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

She screamed suddenly as the slapping grew louder and more vicious. Cloud smiled again as the springs went crazy, their song kicking back into full swing so suddenly and swiftly. He was a fast one, this man; didn't waste any time at all when it came to this, it seemed. In such a short span of time he not only got his dick into her ass, but she was now screaming at the top of her lungs and he was pounding her with such force that the springs were creaking with such a sound that he'd never heard before.

This man was giving Tifa the ass fucking of her life, Cloud was sure. The two of them were animals it seemed; Tifa was screaming so loudly and so often that she couldn't say a word, and the man was grunting with all the passion and deepness of a beast in the wild.

Maybe that's what they were, now; two beasts fucking while in the grip of a mating season. But Tifa was always like a bitch in heat, that's why she was doing this in the first place. He simply couldn't give her what she wanted, Cloud lamented; he just couldn't feed her sexual appetite. For all of his training, his fighting prowess, for the Jenova cells and Mako in his body Cloud didn't have the stamina to fulfill her needs. It was a great irony; he could withstand so many other things, but when it came to her carnal needs, he was as a normal, weak man.

But then it was also true that no single man really could; even after Cloud fucked her earlier in the day she still had to go out and find a man. Then another. And then this man. One after the other they fucked her, and once they could do no more to fill her need she moved on.

But even still, Tifa had her own limits; surely this would be the last man she would need for the night. Cloud's balls hoped so, because he couldn't take much more of this before they would burst and spew the cum that had been building up during her wild and wanton adventures with her lovers. Tifa was always clear on the fact that she wanted him to be the first to cum in her, and that he was to be the last one to cum in, or in many cases just on her in a given day.

Maybe it was her way of reassuring Cloud, to let him know that he was the one she truly wanted to be with. But in the meantime it was Hell for him; his balls were aching like crazy and his dick wanted to tear the skin that encased it. But Cloud had brought this on himself; he didn't have to listen to this, he didn't even have to be in the house while they were fucking.

But he was; he actually wanted to be there, he wanted to listen to her enjoying herself, to listen to the sounds of her being fulfilled.

"I'M CUMMING!"

The all too sudden scream brought Cloud back to reality as Tifa orgasmed; she always did get off the hardest when it came to her asshole being fucked. The sound of the springs filled his ears again, the slapping of flesh was wet; the juices from her pussy must have soaked his legs. He was grunting more like a rampaging beast than a Human male as he fucked her; the springs cried out in a desperate attempt to get him to stop. The slapping grew louder and faster, as though it was one long, unbroken sound.

And then, suddenly, it all stopped; all sound from the room completely ceased, or it became too low for Cloud to hear. Surely the man had just cum himself, likely buried deep inside of Tifa's anus; she enjoyed that almost as much as the fucking itself after all. And after a few very long moments he finally heard a sound; it was that of a heavy body falling forwards as the springs squealed for a few moments.

The poor fellow must have been drained from the fucking that he gave Tifa's tight little anus, but then any man who went in there would be drained. In more ways than one.

The darkness, the silence were all that Cloud had now; he sat there, waiting for the sound of the man leaving; only then could he get his release. It was as an eternity, time passed so slowly, if it passed at all. The seconds were long, the minutes longer; but with time and patience, Cloud was relieved when he heared the sounds of dressing; the man was ready to leave.

A door opened and closed, then another door did the same; the bedroom had been vacated, the front door used as an exit at last. Finally, it was Cloud's turn, and so he rose to his feet, the hardness still firmly in his pants, still raging and rock hard as he moved to the door of the bedroom he shared with his beloved Tifa.

Slowly he opened the door; his nose was instantly assaulted with the smell of sex. Steeling himself, Cloud pushed the door open and stepped into their bedroom, closing it behind him. His eyes looked about even though he knew there was very little to the place; indeed, all there was in the way of furniture was the bed --which he avoided because he still wasn't ready to see her--, two stands, two lamps and a dresser. The lamps were both on, their three way bulbs set on the maximum settings.

All the easier to see her sexy body bouncing and jiggling during the act.

What little clothing she wore was strewn about the floor, her tight white tank top was the first on the floor, right near the door... and the next were her boots between the door and bed. His eyes followed the minimal trail of clothing on the floor to the bed, where the suspenders that held up her small, black leather skirt laid. Swallowing hard, he readied himself for the sight, and his eyes moved up; Tifa was laying there on her back, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling.

As he stepped closer she didn't seem to notice him, but as he walked nearer Cloud could see what had been done; her skirt was bunched up around her small waist.

Her chest and stomach was covered in smeared sperm, the sheets were stained with it. The smell of Tifa's juices were very strong; a pool had stained through the sheets and into the mattress under her pussy. Her hair as all messy, the band that held her "dolphin tail" in place was thrown well across the room, hear the dresser.

He came to the very edge of the bed and looked down at the woman he loved so dearly. She was covered in cum, she stained the sheets, her eyes were glazed with satisfaction from a hard, intense fucking. Tifa, in this state, was the single most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in the whole of his life.

"Tifa..."

Cloud spoke softly as his dick twitched, balls wanting to release then and there. Reacting to his voice, Tifa's head rolled to the side just slightly, her eyes tried to come into focus so that she could see him. She tried to move her mouth, but it seemed as though she was still far too out of it.

"Tifa... I need to cum."

He spoke softly as he looked into her glazed eyes; she smiled at him, as if the word cum was something she could recognize even in her well fucked and worn out state. Upon seeing the smile, Cloud pulled down his pants, unleashing the hardness that had been building for hours now. A large glob of precum was already forming on the tip; this drew her eyes into focus almost instantly.

Intently, Tifa leered at his long, hard phallus, at the precum ready to drop; she was hungry for it.

"Cloud... tits..."

She mumbled softly, and Cloud was quick to action. Getting onto the bed, he quickly found his way on top of her, legs straddling her torso. He grabbed hold of her large, heavy orbs of bliss and pulled them apart; it was like creating a canyon between two mighty mountains. Cloud then thrust his aching phallus into the valley, only to sandwich it between her impressive breasts. He groaned, feeling their warmth and softness; they were the single greatest thing about her, Cloud thought.

Perhaps that was a horrible thing to think, but Tifa didn't seem to care, so why should he?

Sighing, Cloud slowly began to move his shaft between her immense mammaries, the head of his dick slipping in and out of her great valley, threatening to hit her chin with every movement.

"Oh Tifa, your tits are so soft and warm..."

Cloud just had to state the obvious as he thrusted between her mountains, making them shake and jiggle as his thighs slapped against her flesh. She licked her lips and leaned her head forward, chin resting just above her breasts, letting the head of his dick hit her lips.

"Mmm, yeah... come on Tifa, open your mouth for me. I want to feel it on my dick."

He mewled softly as he began to thrust faster, pumping her heavy breasts, making them shake as though there were an earthquake. Tifa opened her mouth for him as he asked, allowing the tip of it to enter her warm, moist opening with every thrust. She licked it every time he came into her mouth, teasing the slit on the tip of the head, moaning at the taste of the precum that flowed like water from a spring.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum...."

Cloud's voice was low and soft, his breathing ragged; a trail of precum covered the floor of her mighty chest valley. Tifa wanted it as badly as the only man she truly considered to be her lover; if she weren't so worn out, she would do so much more to him. But in her state, all she could do was pucker her mouth and give the tip of his phallus a quick suck and a lick as it moved in and out, moaning with every thrust. She even looked up at him, into his Mako stained eyes; she pleaded with him to cum in her mouth and on her tits.

Without saying a word, Cloud shuddered; his balls finally let go. Cumming with the force of a shotgun, his sperm flew from the tip, hitting her on the face and spraying the roof of her mouth whenever it entered. He grunted and groaned as he pulled her breasts apart before leaning forward, plunging his phallus deeper into her mouth. Tifa sucked on him with increasing force, her tongue slapping against him, lapping up his sperm and swallowing his cum.

But that didn't last, for Cloud just had to pull out of Tifa's mouth; he had to give her one last coating on her breasts. Pushing them together, he aimed his dick as best he could without using his hands and sprayed his seed upon them, covering them with a thick layer as his orgasm slowly coming to an end.

When it finally did, Cloud panted heavily as he laid next to his beloved Tifa, his hand on her flat stomach. Slowly, Tifa managed to take hold of his hand with her own and, softly, gave it a squeeze. Sighing and with a smile, Cloud closed his eyes, his warm breath hitting his lovers shoulder as, slowly, he began to relax.

"Tifa... I really do love you..."

"And I love you too... Cloud..."

Tifa answered as she turned her head toward her fallen lover, watching him slowly drift off to sleep. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand tighter; then she herself closed her eyes. Soon, she followed him into the land of dreams, content in the fact that she had him in her life.

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.