- by Alvo Torelli, December, 2017
(mg, mc, inc, bro/sis)
Return to Part One.
Sam sat in stunned silence as his father drove them all home from the bus depot. He hardly heard his mother's voice as she went on and on about all the plans she had for him over the break. Sam's littlest sister, Marigold, was wedged between him and Zoe, and she too was unnaturally quiet. Sam surreptitiously held her little hand in his, sans glove, hoping that the contact would help the little girl keep it together for the twenty minute drive. Marigold, clutched her old stuffed bunny, Hoppy, with her other arm. When Sam's mother asked if "that pretty Friedl Ringold" would be coming home from Purdue for the break, Marigold gave out a little squeak and gripped Sam's hand even harder.
'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I am so screwed,' was the refrain that ran through Sam's head over and over, all the way home.
"Mom, you don't mind if I take a quick break, right? It was a long bus ride," Sam asked, in the kitchen shortly after they got home, breaking into his mother's loquacious excitement. He kept glancing over at his littlest sister and he could see how she was getting more and more upset and confused. He just hoped that no one else noticed how she was starting to tremble now that he wasn't holding her little hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry, of course dear. And here I am going on and on. You must be exhausted. But you mind now, dinner's in two hours - I made your favorite, fried chicken, and cherry pie."
"Wow, thanks mom! I won't be late for that!" Sam's mouth actually watered in anticipation. At the same time he cringed in anticipation of dealing with his new nightmare - his sweet little sister. "Hey, Goldilocks, wanna come help me put my stuff away," he said to Marigold, desperate to create some reason to get her alone, to try to understand just how bad the situation was.
"Don't call me that!" Marigold squeaked automatically at the hated, but familiar, nickname. She gasped as she realized Sam was really going to his old room. Wherever Sam was, that's where she needed to be! She didn't understand the strange, unsettling feelings she was having, but that much she knew for certain. Marigold jumped up from the table, snagged Sam's big hand, held it tight and let him lead her and a dangling Hoppy down the hall, instantly feeling calmer.
From behind them, Sam and his sister heard Zoe mumble, "Weird much?"
Sam closed and locked the door to his room, thankful that his mom hadn't already decided to turn it into a sewing room or something, and even more thankful that his dad hadn't removed the lock he'd insisted on installing during his rebellious early adolescence. He turned to see Marigold staring with confused shock at the lock, but she was still holding his big hand as tight as she could.
Lifting his sister by her waist and placing her small body on his bed, Sam knelt in front of her and looked into her big green eyes. "Sweetie," he said softly, "I, I know you're confused. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, but... It's complicated, sweetie. Tell me how you feel."
The little girl bit her trembling lip and wrinkled her pretty brow, trying to find the right words. "I don't... I don't know, but, I feel so... so... Oh Sammy, I, I, I need something. But I don't understand. But I need it, I need it so bad!"
Sam leaned forward and kissed his little sister. He twined his fingers into the fine blonde hair at the back of her neck and pulled her closer, swirling his tongue past her small, delicate lips. He was rewarded immediately. The small child wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even tighter, crushing her stuffed bunny between them. She opened her mouth to accept his intimate kiss and nearly sucked his tongue down her throat.
In seconds the little girl's pulse slowed and her tremors changed to shivers of pleasure. She pulled harder on Sam's neck and tried to wrap her thin legs around his torso, attempting to get as close to him as she could manage.
As he kissed his little sister, with a passion that surprised him, Sam had the confirmation he needed that his curse had struck again. He was horrified at the thought that poor, innocent little Marigold was trapped in the hell of his wish. And yet... Kissing her was so nice. It felt right. It felt...
Sam grabbed little Marigold by the shoulders and pushed her to arms length. He stared into her big green eyes. He took in the long golden-blonde curls of her hair, the thin body, the blunt, perky nose. The freckles across her gorgeous little face drew his eyes and completed the picture. The penny dropped as Sam imagined what Marigold would look like when she was a bit older, perhaps a late teen. It was a picture that bore a striking resemblance to gorgeous Isabel! Of course! It was always his little sister that Sam had seen in the pretty blonde co-ed. What an idiot he was.
Oh god! Had Sam let Marigold touch him on purpose? No! No! He would never have done that. It was an accident. It had to have been an accident - the alternative was too horrible to consider.
"Sammy, please, what's happening?" Marigold said in the most pitiful little-girl voice.
"Oh god, sweetie, I'm so sorry," Sam said. How was he supposed to explain to an eight-year-old that she'd fallen under a curse - a curse that would make her so attracted to him that she'd do anything to have him touching her, and inside of her. Anything at all.
Sam thought back to Kandi, Maria and Isabel, remembering that each of them, within an hour of first touching him, had been ready to practically rape him. Their desire had been too strong for them resist. And poor Marigold's hour was up. Kissing her had calmed her considerably, but already she was looking frantic again. He knew he didn't have a choice.
"Goldilocks," Sam said and then quickly kissed Marigold again before she complain about the nickname, "sweetie, we have to do something, uh...a game, we have to play a game together, to make you feel better. It's the only way. Do you understand?" The child nodded her head despite the confusion and longing on her face. Clearly she understood nothing. Sam put on his most serious face, which given the situation wasn't that hard. "And you have to swear, totally swear, swear on Hoppy that you won't ever tell anyone. Not even mom! If you don't swear, then you just have to leave - right now. And I won't.... uh, I won't play with you, ever. Do you swear?"
"Uh, uh, yes?"
"Say, I swear."
"I swear?" Little Marigold was trembling like a leaf and her voice was pitiful. She tried to reach out for Sam, not knowing what she needed from him, just that she needed it.
"Jesus, I can't believe I'm gonna do this," Sam murmured, mostly to himself, but his words made his eight-year-old sister's eyes flare in fright. Her green eyes didn't get any smaller when he stood, unzipped his pants, and quickly stripped them off, leaving him in just his boxer shorts. She gasped when he lifted her up and turned to reverse their positions, Sam sitting on the edge of the bed and little Marigold standing between his knees, quivering with need and terror.
Marigold's shaking hands looked so small as Sam held them with one of his own. Her bunny dropped to the floor and she held her breath, knowing something very big was about to happen. With his free hand, Sam fished his cock out through the hole in the front of his boxers. His mind reeled, but he had to admit to himself that he was excited, very excited. His cock was already half erect and the second he pressed his sister's little hands to it, getting her to wrap her small fingers around him, the throbbing monster sprang to its full, impressive length.
Sam looked into Marigold's shocked face, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. He wanted to kiss her again, but not yet. "We have to play a game with this, sweetie," he whispered to her.
Marigold's eyes flicked up from the cock to her brother's face, but she left her tiny hands wrapped gently around the base of the monster. "H-h-how?" she managed to stammer.
"Oh god." Sam said, fighting the overwhelming desire to grab his little sister and force his cock down her throat. "You, you just have to play with it. But, but you have to use your mouth, and your tongue. Oh god, and move your hands up and down, while you put it in your mouth. Oh jesus, sweetie, just, just try licking it a little bit."
The little girl wanted to scream and run and hide! This was the scariest moment of her short life. She was sure that this was very very very bad! But she also wanted to lick the big scary pole of flesh! She had to! She'd never wanted anything more than she wanted to pull the head of the huge thing into her mouth, if only her mouth was big enough. And so, without a word, Marigold leaned her pretty face down, bending her knees to get to the right height, and she ran her little tongue along the underside of the thing, from her fingers all the way up to the bulbous top of it, right across the little hole at the very tip.
"Jesus Christ!" Sam burst out. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry, oh god, yes, yes, sweetie, that's so good." The sight of his little sister's eight-year-old face pressed against his cock and the sensation of her little tongue sluicing up his length was almost enough to make him ejaculate on the spot. But he knew he had to get his cum inside his little sister - it was the only way to give her some temporary relief from the terrible need that was so clear on her pretty face. "Okay, stop, stop. You're doing great, sweetie."
Marigold pulled back and looked up at her big brother. She loved him so much! And licking his strange thing was so nice! It wasn't nearly as scary as she thought it would be. Why did he make her stop? She wanted to play with it more!
"Sweetie, you have to play the game. Okay? I want you to win the game. This is my cock, and you win the game if you can get the magic cum to come out of my cock. But you only win if you swallow the magic cum. It's like, well, you'll see, but you have to swallow. Okay?"
"H-how?" the child asked, even as she brought her little lips back to the tip of the cock. She ran her tongue around the glans, waiting for her brother to catch his breath so that he could answer her.
"Oh god, baby," Sam moaned. "Like that, just like that, but, oh god, you have to be ready. You have to be ready when the magic cum spurts out. Oh jeez, put it in your mouth! Quick, now, take it in your mouth! Oh fuck!"
Marigold hurried to do as she was told. She had to open her little mouth wide to get her lips around the head of Sam's thick cock, but she was determined. She knew she was supposed to do this! She knew she would be rewarded, he'd promised. Her little tongue slid along the underside as she managed to force more and more of the big thing past her lips. It felt so good to have it inside her mouth!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god, sweetie, I'm so sorry, I'm so... Ohh! God! Yes!"
A torrent of warm, thick goo filled every crevice of Marigold's little mouth. It slammed into the back of her throat and forced the big cock to start sliding out of her mouth. Wave after wave coated her tongue and tonsils and the insides of her cheeks. It was slimy and thick, oily and runny and it was the best thing she'd ever tasted in her life. A wave of incredible pleasure washed through the eight-year-old's body and her little cunny tingled delightfully.
Sam squeezed every drop of his seed into his sister's tiny mouth. He hadn't had sex for over a week, and his production of cum was huge. He held Marigold's pretty face in his hands as he slowly withdrew his cock from her lips and tilted her head back to keep the precious cum from leaking out. "God, sweetie, you did it, you made the magic cum shoot out. You're so good at the game! Now swallow, baby, swallow it all. It will make you feel so much better. I promise." Then he watched as his sister did exactly that, three huge swallows of his thick seed. Her whole body shook with pleasure as the thick cum slid down her throat.
A burst of attraction and love and appreciation for his sister suffused Sam's young brain. He swept her into his arms and kissed her again, hard, as she wrapped her thin arms around his neck and kissed him back. He didn't care that he could taste himself on her lips, he just wanted her to now how much he cared for her. She was so beautiful and perfect and...
Jesus Christ! What had he done? How was he ever going to deal with an eight-year-old sister who was addicted to her unnatural attraction to him, addicted to his cum, constantly desperate for him. And it was only then that the true horror of the situation came to Sam - the truth he'd carefully been avoiding since the moment he knew his sister had fallen under the curse. The only way to end the curse was pregnancy! But his little sister was only eight years old. It would be years and years before that would even be a possibility - and even when she was... surely he couldn't do that to his own flesh and blood.
Sam held his sister tight, but the horror of it all overwhelmed him.
Sam and Marigold dove into their secret new relationship with abandon. Sam had to admit that getting his cock sucked by an eight-year-old, especially his sister, was an unbelievable thrill. And the more of his cum Marigold drank, the more she wanted. All day long she could taste the cloying flavor of Sam's seed, constantly reminding her of how much she wanted and needed to play the fun game with him.
That first night of Sam's return, Marigold snuck into his room as soon as everyone thought she was tucked into bed asleep. He was waiting for her, feeling guilty because of how excited he was. But he filled her mouth with his hot jism again. In the morning Marigold woke Sam up with his half-staff cock already deep in her tiny mouth. He moaned and twined his fingers into her long thick hair until he erupted into her mouth. The tiny child was rapidly becoming a pro at giving head. And the sight of her tiny lips around his cock, his favorite face in the world serving his carnal needs, was always enough to get him hard.
But there was a problem. It wasn't the sneaking around, or the trouble of thinking up reasons for an eighteen-year-old boy and an eight-year-old girl to go off together. It wasn't the fear of getting caught or the guilt over enslaving the little girl into Sam's terrible curse. The problem, which increased every time the boy and the little girl played the magic elixir game, was much worse: Sam rapidly became overwhelmed with a desire to fuck his tiny sister.
By his fourth day home, Sam's control was failing. He told himself it would be okay to get little Marigold to undress when they played the game, that it would help him cum for her if he touched her, caressed her, explored her perfect little body. She fascinated and excited him and of course she would do anything he asked. She was in thrall to her need for him. But the more he took advantage, the worse his desire became. The first time he trailed kisses down her cute, flat chest, she giggled - until his lips and tongue found her hairless, tiny cunny. Having Sam's tongue inside her, in her sex, drove the child to new heights of pleasure, desire and need. And the pleasure he gave her just added fuel on the fire of Sam's desire to experience intercourse with his tiny sister.
On top of his growing, guilt-making desire to truly know little Marigold, Sam was tormented with how to deal with the situation. He was only supposed to be home for three weeks before he had to return to school! But he couldn't possibly leave Marigold. It would be torture for her and her childish mind wouldn't be able to cope in the least. There was also the growing realization that he didn't want to leave! He was bonding more and more closely with her and at the same time he was getting more and more addicted to having his very own little sex slave, one that he loved and who loved him back. It was all overwhelming!
Sam decided he couldn't return to school. He'd have to drop out and stay at home, maybe find a job or start working for his dad. He had to stay close to Marigold. His mother was furious! But she listened when he explained how he didn't fit in there, that he needed his family, that he was unhappy - and Sam realized it was all true. His mother came around when he promised to sign up for classes at the community college and keep working on his degree. Besides, he promised to help drive Marigold around and help out. Eventually the excitement died down. But Sam did notice the way his sister Zoe glowered at him throughout the conversation.
Things went from bad to worse to really bad to disastrous in the course of one single hour on the morning of Sam's ninth day at home, two days after Christmas.
Sam woke up to the familiar feel of Marigold's little fingers caressing his cock, inviting it to wake up, harden, and deliver the magic elixir she so needed. Her naked little body was completely under his covers, where she'd spent the night, hiding with her stuffed bunny and nestled up against Sam. Half asleep, Sam moaned and then reached under the covers to pull her bare little body on top of his chest. Without thinking he kissed her, then kissed her harder. His fingers explored her body on their own, parting the puffy immature outer labia of her precious cunny and finding her wet with desire. And his own desire overwhelmed him. Sam threw the covers off, exposing Marigold to the fresh cold air of his room. He lifted the tiny body off his chest and set her down straddling his groin, with her little cunny pressed into the length of his hard cock.
"Sammy, Sammy, please! Oh gosh, please." Little Marigold begged for the release she needed. But Sam was doing something new, something scary. Marigold clutched her bunny to her chest. The fat lips of her outer pussy wrapped around Sam's member and she ground her moisture into his skin, sliding up and down his length with tortured, sinuous motions. Oh, oh, the new thing felt so good! Marigold's tiny clitoris rubbed hard along Sam's flesh and sent shocks all through her small body. She clutched Hoppy even tighter. But she needed Sam inside of her!
But she was too small!
But Sam couldn't think straight. A few moments of Marigold's amazing wetness, spread up and down his hardness was too much for him. They were too close, too aroused, too needy. In a single, unexpected move Sam pressed his hand between them and grabbed his screaming cock. He grabbed the child's ass and pulled her up, and forward.
"Sammy, Sammy! Oh! What are you...? Oh no, no, no, that's too big, too big, oh, oh, OHHHHHHHH!!"
Poor little Hoppy went flying.
Sam forced the head of his cock into the tiny entrance of Marigold's cunt. He didn't pause. He pushed up. He forced her tiny body down. She screamed, but he didn't stop. She was impossibly tight around his cock. She screamed again as the delicate membrane of her cherry gave way to Sam's invader. Three inches of cock was up inside the tiny child before Sam came to his senses and realized he was raping his sister, hurting her, defiling her little body.
It took every ounce of Sam's will to stop trying to fully penetrate his little sister. But no man would have had the will to stop fucking the amazing child. Sam held her incredibly tight, not giving her any chance to defy him, and he fucked her. Three inches deep, Sam fucked Marigold with wild excitement. With every thrust up into her incredible tightness Sam knew that he was completely lost to his sister's charms and incredible body. He knew he was going to keep fucking her, over and over, whenever he wanted, that he couldn't resist her and he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of her terrible position, the curse he'd inflicted on her. But in that moment, holding her, watching the look of ecstasy on her young face, sliding in and out of her, he didn't care - he just had to come in her tiny body.
Looking down Sam saw four inches of his cock thrusting in and out of the impossibly tight, hairless, smooth cunt. He came inside his sister. He pushed inside her as far as he dared and he let the cum pour out of his throbbing cock. He listen to her throes of climax as he filled her tiny womb with seed, seed that would give her desperately needed comfort, at least for a few hours. As he did, Sam knew that things had taken a turn for the worse, that he'd done something terrible, that he should be ashamed. But Sam only knew the tip of the mountain of shit that was about to come down on him.
Marigold fainted from the intensity of her first fuck and the magnitude of the orgasmic rush it had given her. Her little body collapsed onto Sam's chest. And as it did, Sam looked over the top of her to see the worst thing he could possibly have seen, worse than his worst nightmare.
Still in her flannel pajamas, Sam's other preteen sister, Zoe, stood at the foot of Sam's bed, staring in horror and pointing at the sight of her slumped, comatose little sister, Marigold, who'd just been raped by her brother and still had his cock rammed up into her tiny pussy. And then Zoe screamed.
Read on for Part 3 of The Golden Touch
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