Author: Farleven
Title: How I Became My StepBrother�s Slut
Keywords: mc, nc, mf, ff, growth

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How I Became My StepBrother�s Slut ( mc, nc, mf, ff, growth )
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002
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I wish I could say when everything started to go wrong.  I suppose it 
would go back to when my parents divorced, but really I think it was 
when my mom remarried.  I'd been fine without dad, he was really a 
creep, one of those guys that girls get all doe eyed and stupid over in 
high school although they know how bad he is.  Of course my mom made the 
mistake of marrying him and in the end the only good thing that came out 
of it all was me, or at least that's what she says now.  

My name is Terri, I don't really have a last name, not anymore.  I 
didn't want to keep my dad's last name, or my step Dad's name and 
Harlesenterburges is just such a terrible name I would never want it, 
even if it was my Mom's.  Of course it really doesn't matter anymore, 
but that's where I'm at, having a last name isn't really important after 
all.

I was pretty much a typical sophomore before all of this, going to 
school, giggling about boys and generally trying to get away with 
anything I could under my Mom's nose.  All my friends told me I was 
pretty, and I know I had a pretty good body, though my breasts were a 
bit on the small side.  I wasn't anything out of the ordinary, I 
suppose, but I was happy with who I was.

When my mom remarried, I didn't just get a new dad.  I also got a 
brother, a 15-year-old geeky brother.  Not that all brothers aren't 
geeky at that age.  This was Brandon, he was a bit shorter than I was 
and gangly, clearly he hadn't hit that mid teen growth spurt yet.  He 
wasn't too weird, but I really didn't have any need for him either.  
Pretty much we just ignored each other, and it was an arrangement that 
worked.

It did take some getting used to sharing a house with men again.  It'd 
been years since my Dad had been in the house, and it took some getting 
used to in the morning.  Sharing a bathroom wasn't much fun and I had to 
be a lot more careful when wrapping up in a towel than I was used to.  
Like everything else in life, I dealt with it, not that I didn't 
complain, but what's the fun in being a teenager if you don't complain?

After the initial adjustment life pretty much fell to a normal routine.  
It wasn't until several months later that things really started to go 
wrong.  It was a pretty normal morning, I was rushing through my routine 
and mom was trying to stick her nose in.

"Now, honey why don't you sit down and eat?  It's not good for you to 
just have a piece of toast and run." Mom prodded.  This wasn't unusual, 
I rarely sat down for breakfast any more, and whenever she could she 
tried to get me sitting at the table.

"I've got to meet up with Susan, Mom." I replied as I munched on my 
toast and guzzled my glass of juice.  I'd tried skipping the juice 
before but Mom put up a big fight then so I didn't even try anymore.  I 
still had a little time, so I didn't push more than I had to, at least 
today.

"Good morning, Brandon." Mom smiled.  I looked over and saw my 
stepbrother walking in and my jaw just dropped.  The gangly little geek 
he'd been the night before was now a hunk, or at least not bad looking.  
He looked almost buffed dressed in just a T-shirt and jeans, his 
standard fair.  

"What happened to you?" I asked in awe.  I'd seen some changes in people 
before, hitting puberty does that to people, but this was just unreal.  
Brandon had just changed from geek to guy in one night.

"I don't know, I just woke up like this." Brandon answered.  His 
befuddled look said it all.  He had no clue, but I could tell he wasn't 
objecting.  I wasn't either, if you had to have a guy in your house, it 
was much better when he looked good.

"Well, you look great, Brandon," Mom said as she dropped a plate of 
bacon and eggs down for him.  Brandon had started out like me, trying to 
skip breakfast, but she'd won him over with her cooking.  I knew it was 
good food, but I had to keep my figure.

"Gotta go!  See ya tonight." I yelled and raced out while mom was 
distracted with Brandon.  I had to take my chances where I could, and 
set off for Susan's house.  Susan was one of my best friends.  She was a 
short little Asian girl that had moved in down the street when I was 
six.  We struck it off right away, being the only two girls our age in 
the neighborhood and we've been friends ever since.  

As I strolled down the sidewalk I wondered just what had happened to 
Brandon.  That kind of change just wasn't normal, not that I really 
minded.  It was just weird enough for me to take real notice of though.  
Still there were plenty of other things to concern myself with, and by 
the time I'd met up with Susan, I was off on other issues.  This may 
have been the beginning but it was just another day at the time.

***


After the initial shock of Brandon's change, I hardly gave it a second 
thought.  I did however take notice that he wasn't nearly as shy around 
girls, including me.  After a couple of good leers from him after 
running from the bathroom in just a long towel, I decided I needed to 
cover up a bit more.  So I started going around in a nice full robe, 
just to keep him a bit more at bay.  That didn't stop him from looking 
though, and in truth, I just got kind of used to it.  I'd been getting 
the same kind of looks from other boys all the time, and there wasn't 
any reason for Brandon to be different.

It was a couple of weeks after we all met the buffed up Brandon that the 
next strange thing happened.  I had gone to the bathroom to do my normal 
nightly wash-up and had forgotten my robe.  I thought about going and 
getting it, but decided it wasn't that important, I could use a towel 
just for one night.  All through my shower I felt really tingly, it 
wasn't like I was getting aroused or anything, it was just this strange 
tingling sensation in my head.  I wondered if I was having a reaction to 
my shampoo, and quickly washed it out.  

I stepped out of the shower and took a moment to look in the mirror.  I 
knew I wasn't bad looking but it was still a little strange looking in 
the mirror and seeing a woman looking back.  I posed a little, and 
wondered for a moment just how I'd look if my chest filled out a bit 
more.  I was still growing, so there was the chance I would get to find 
out.

I reached for my robe, felt the tingling again, and remembered I'd 
forgotten my robe in my room.  I shrugged at my own flightiness, grabbed 
a towel, and wrapped it over my chest snuggly.  I grabbed the doorknob 
and hoped that Brandon wasn't around as I stepped out.  Of course, there 
he was just smiling with this sly smile wrapped around his face, like he 
was expecting something.

Just as I looked into his eyes, I felt that tingle in my head again.  I 
stared at him blankly, and felt a tug on my towel and felt it fall from 
my sides.  I looked down in shock and saw it hang from my right hand, 
like I'd pulled it off.  My eyes shot back to Brandon and I just watched 
as his eyes rolled over me.  All the while, that tingling sensation 
filled my head, and I just stood there, unable to do anything.  Other 
than blush that is,  I could just feel the embarrassment seeping from me 
as my stepbrother gawked at me.

Brandon just stared at me for the longest time as I stood there, his 
stupid grin plaster across his lips every moment.  He didn't say 
anything, and I couldn't.  Then he just looked up at me and nodded.  I 
felt the tingling change and I felt like I could move again, I felt the 
urge to throw that towel back around me and run to my room, but I 
didn't.  I turned away from him slowly, and started whipping the towel 
around as I strutted back to my room and gently closed the door.  

Just as the door clicked shut, the tingling stopped and I just collapsed 
on the floor.  It was like I'd been a puppet and my strings had been 
cut.  I sat on the floor shuddering for a few minutes before I pulled 
myself together again and finished getting ready for bed.  I was scared, 
something very strange had just happened.  I'd not just flashed my 
stepbrother but given him a whole show.  I wondered what had came over 
me.  He was a lot cuter now, and I'd let my fantasies run a bit wide 
lately, but I'd never acted so impulsive.  My mom kept saying hormones 
did strange things to girls at my age, but this was just too weird for 
me to chalk it up to that.

***


Unfortunately, it didn't end there.  Brandon and I shared the upstairs 
of our house.  We each had a bedroom and shared the small bathroom and a 
small living room.  Mom and my step dad didn't come up much unless they 
needed something, which was rare.  They also tended to go to bed earlier 
than Brandon and I did, so by the time I'd get ready for bed our parents 
would be sound asleep.  If they did choose to come up, the steps were 
creaky and they preferred to announce themselves, so they weren't about 
to surprise us.

The morning after my little strip show for Brandon he just gave me a 
knowing smile at my own blushed cheeks and didn't say anything.  I 
wondered just what he though of me.  Probably nothing good, good girls 
didn't show off they're bodies to their brothers even if they weren't 
blood.  I hadn't even shown off my nakedness to anyone before, or done 
anything else like that with a boy.  I'd kissed some and had a few 
groping sessions, but that was it.  Now I had to wonder if Brandon 
thought I was some kind of tramp.  I didn't like that thought, but I'd 
pretty much done just what it'd take to have him think that.

Still he didn't pursue anything with me at least not then.  We even 
carried on normally for a few days, like nothing at happened.  It was 
almost a week later when I felt that tingling again.  I was shaving my 
legs and it just rolled over me for a moment.  I shivered for a moment, 
having flashbacks of my little strip tease.  Then it went away and I 
went back to shaving.  When I finished I looked down and smiled at my 
work, only a few little cuts this time.  Then I had the strangest 
notion.  I looked between my legs and just gagged on the hair around my 
slit.  I hadn't bothered me before but somehow it just didn't look very 
becoming today, and since I had all the tools at my disposal I decided 
to do something about it.  I pulled out a trimmer and buzzed off the 
furriest part real quick.  It felt really good having the trimmer 
humming around down there too.  I'd heard about vibrators before but 
hadn't tried one.  I could understand the appeal now.  With the trimming 
done, I lathered myself up and quickly shaved off the rest, especially 
pleased that I didn't even nick myself once.  I washed off the rest of 
the lather, looked down, and smiled, my little cunny looked much cuter 
like this all naked and smooth.  I still didn't know what had possessed 
me to do it, but I liked the look and feel of my bare little mound.

I showered off quick after that and toweled off.  Then another wave of 
tingles hit me as I went to grab my robe.  I stared at it for a moment 
then decided not to.  It was strange, but I didn't feel like wearing it 
tonight, so I didn't.  With that decided I turned to the door and opened 
it up.  I walked out completely naked, and turned to my room and saw my 
stepbrother standing in the hall just smiling again.  I wondered for a 
moment what he was smiling about before I remembered I'd left my robe in 
the bathroom.  Just as I was about to squeal in embarrassment I felt the 
tingle roll over me again.

"Hi, sis." Brandon smiled as if he was just passing by.  He'd taken up 
calling me sis almost as soon as our parents married.  It grated me a 
bit at first, but now it was the least of my problems.

"What's going on?" I whimpered, surprised I could say anything at all, 
and that my shrill screech had been reduced to a mere whisper.

"Just checking you out!  Man you're hot, and you even shave your pussy.  
That is so cool." Brandon replied, just like we were having an ordinary 
conversation.  The tingling was just boring into me now, and suddenly I 
felt a strange urge and couldn't help myself.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked in that same whispered tone.  The 
words were as shocking as the sudden need I had for him to do just that.  
I spread my legs a bit so he could get in and just waited impatiently.

"Are you sure, sis?" Brandon asked, bring his hand just out of touching 
range, waiting for me to confirm the offer.  I shuddered a bit, and 
still felt the tingling coursing through me.  I opened my legs a bit 
more and bent my hips to push my mound out a bit more.

"Yeah, it's really smooth like this, check it out." I prodded, wiggling 
my hips a bit to entice him more.  I didn't know what was going through 
my mind, but every time I tried to fight off these strange feelings I 
just ran into that tingly sensation and lost my concentration.  Of 
course having Brandon's hand cup my little cunny didn't help any either.  
I mewed a bit as he ran his fingers over my smooth lips and traced the 
length of my naked slit.

"Wow, that is so neat, it really is nice and smooth." Brandon said with 
a slight edge of awe in his voice.  He continued exploring my intimate 
little mounds, and I just savored his touch, amazed that it could feel 
this good to be fondled like this.  I'd never had anyone else touch me 
down there, and Brandon was lighting off wonderful new feelings in me.

"Why am I letting you do this?" I asked as I squirmed on his probing 
hands, still not pulling away from him.  The tingles flared back up a 
moment later and I lost track of my thoughts again.

"Thanks, sis, keep this thing shaved for me, okay?" Brandon asked as he 
pulled his fingers over my mound one last time as he stepped back.

"Sure." I replied in a tingle-induced daze.  I bent in and gave him a 
peck on the cheek.  "Anything for my brother."

Brandon laughed at that and gave me a slap on my rump as he strolled off 
to his room.  I stood there for a moment in shock as I felt the tingles 
fall away.  Then I realized I was still standing completely naked in the 
upstairs hallway and bolted for my room.  I locked my bedroom door, 
something I'd never done before and quickly got dressed in my nighty.  
My mind raced at what had just happened.  Why was I seducing my 
stepbrother?  The strip tease was bad enough, but now I let him feel me 
up and gave him more than an open invitation with that little kiss.  
What was wrong with me?  It wasn't that Brandon wasn't attractive, but I 
was out of control.  Other girls had told me about tingling between 
their legs and wanting to do sexy stuff, but I couldn't believe this was 
what they'd talked about.  I sank into bed with these thoughts racing 
through my mind, and fell off to a very fitful night's sleep.

***


The next night I cornered him in his bedroom and shut the door so mom 
and dad wouldn't hear if they did happen to still be up.  I didn't know 
what had possessed me before but I had to set things straight before 
they got out of hand.

"Brandon we need to talk." I stated as I closed his door.  He just 
turned around and looked at me like he had no idea what could be wrong.  

"What about, sis?" He asked innocently even as I could feel his eyes 
checking me out again.  I hadn't dressed to impress today, but it wasn't 
easy to hide my assets either.  Still that wasn't my biggest concern 
right now.

"About last night.  I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything." 
I started, doing my best to keep myself talking for fear that I wouldn't 
be able to keep going if he stopped me.

"I know, you don't act like that normally, that's okay, I'm cool with 
it." Brandon replied and I felt a sudden wave of tingles hit me again.

"Uh, I think I'd better go, okay?" I asked, turning to leave.  I was 
afraid just what I was going to do next and didn't want to stick around 
to find out.

"I thought you wanted to talk.  I won't bite." Brandon replied.  The 
sudden urge to stay overwhelmed me and I stopped in my tracks.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked openly.  It wasn't to Brandon 
specifically, just my own expression of my exasperation.  I turned back 
around and felt myself looking at Brandon again but this time with a 
little too much attention on his buffed new bod.

"Why don't you get more comfortable?" Brandon asked.  I felt the tingle 
shift again and somehow knew just what I needed to do to get comfy.
I reached down to the waist of my T-shirt, pulled it up over my head in 
one smooth motion, and tossed it onto the floor.  Then with just as 
little fan fare I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the floor, 
making sure to pull of my socks and shoes while I was at it.  While I 
fiddled with my laces I wondered just what was coming over me.  I 
couldn't help myself, somehow the idea was stuck in my head that being 
naked was the most comfortable I could be.  The tingling kept me from 
questioning the notion too deeply as I kicked off my shoes and stood up 
again.

"You don't mind me getting naked do you, Brandon?" I asked as I reached 
back and unhooked my bra.  I held the cups over my little breasts as I 
awaited his answer.  It wasn't like he hadn't seen them before, but I 
felt like I should ask anyway.

"No, sis, I think its great.  In fact I'll join you." Brandon replied 
and started to pull off his own clothes.  That was enough for me and I 
let my bra drop and scooted out of my panties as demurely as I could .  
Then I just stood there and watched as my hunk of a stepbrother 
undressed right in front of me.  I could feel myself getting hot between 
my legs as I took in his muscular chest.  When he dropped his shorts I 
just whimpered as I looked at his member, waving erect from between his 
legs.  I'd caught a few peaks of men before, but this was different, I 
knew this erection was just for me, and I blushed a little in 
appreciation.

"What am I doing?  We shouldn't be doing this, Brandon!" I whimpered as 
the tingling holding my objections away started to fade.  Just as I 
started to turn away I felt it flare up again and I stopped.  It was 
dancing inside my head now, and I think I just stared blankly at his 
wall for a few minutes as the effects drifted through me.

"Sorry, sis, but it was too much concentration keeping you on a short 
leash." Brandon said as I drifted back down from the tingles.  

"What are you talking about?" I demanded, turning around and placing my 
hands on my hips.  It hit me a moment later just how comical I must look 
like that, but I did my best to keep composed.

"Lay down on my bed and start playing with yourself, sis." Brandon 
replied.  It wasn't really an order, it was more like he was explaining, 
though I couldn't see how.  That was until I felt the need to do just 
what he said.  I flopped onto the bed with an enthusiastic whoosh and my 
hands were busy as soon as my cheeks hit his bed spread.

"Hey, why am I doing this?" I squealed as my fingers began working their 
familiar magic on me.  I didn't masturbate too much, but I knew how to 
enjoy it when I did.  The tingling in my head was gone now, and I could 
think clearly.  I still couldn't stop myself from doing just as Brandon 
had suggested though.

"What did you do to me, Brandon?" I huffed as my fingers stoked my inner 
fires.  I could already feel my cunny beginning to drip and my nipples 
were both nice and hard.  I was seriously aroused, and all this from 
just a few words from Brandon.  I didn't know how it was possible, but 
he had me under his control.  The strangest thing was that although it 
disturbed me, I couldn't summon up any real strong emotion about it.  
Instead all I could do was get my self even more hot and bothered.

"I don't really know, but ever since a couple weeks ago I felt like I 
could influence people more than normal.  I hope you don't mind but I've 
been playing with you to see how far I could push it." Brandon 
explained, his eyes not leaving my naked flesh for an instant.  If I 
wasn't in the midst of my own self-love, I would have been furious at 
that, but the must I could manage now was an angry grunt.

"Man you look real hot like that,  are you nice and wet now, sis?" 
Brandon asked as he lay down beside me on the bed.  I didn't want to 
answer him, but somehow his question was just compelling.  I had to 
answer.

"Yeah." I whimpered.  I was quickly getting the notion of what was 
coming next.  "Please, Brandon, don't .  I'm still a virgin."

"That's okay, sis, I am too." Brandon replied in a soothing voice as he 
reached over and cupped my free breast.  I couldn't help but moan as he 
squeezed me with his fingers.  I was flustered now.  I was out of 
control, naked, horny and totally under the control of my equally naked 
stepbrother who was about to fuck me.  I'd been curious about sex for 
the longest time, but I never dreamed my first time would be like this.  
Still, I couldn't deny I'd wanted to try it out, but I'd just never met 
the right guy before and now I wasn't left with a choice.

I continued to play with myself shamelessly as he ran his hands over me, 
exploring everything I had.  What really surprised me was just how good 
it all felt, especially Brandon's roaming hands.  His fingers just lit 
sparks all across me as they danced.  I was busy on my own hot spots as 
well, stoking the fires that were raging through me now.  This went on 
until I felt myself really leaking from between my legs.

"I'm ready, Brandon.  Nice and wet." I whimpered and spread my legs as 
wide as I could.  The words just forced themselves from my mouth, like 
they were programmed into me.  I suppose they were, part of whatever 
Brandon had done to me.  My thoughts were focusing on what was about to 
happen though.  I was about to feel a man inside me for the first time, 
and that was important regardless of how it happened.

Brandon didn't waste any time.  He rolled over and on top of me, 
hovering just above me.  I looked down between us and spotted his 
hardness waving from his crotch.  With one hand still working my clit, I 
wrapped my other one around his shaft and quivered.  He felt so big, I 
could hardly believe he could fit inside me, though I felt the need to 
try just burning into me.

"Please, Brandon," I whimpered, the last of my strength going into the 
plea.  I wasn't even sure what I was asking for.  I wanted him to stop, 
but I needed to feel that shaft filling the sudden emptiness between my 
legs.  

"Shh, sis, you'll love it." Brandon whispered and lowered himself enough 
so the head of his member was pressing between my legs.  I pulled on it, 
and shifted myself until I felt his knob parting my slit.  I couldn't 
believe I actually had a guys cock between my legs and felt a new rush 
of lust course through me.  I still wondered how he was going to fit, 
then I realized what all my juices were for and started rubbing the head 
of his shaft between my dripping lips.

"What are you doing, sis?" Brandon asked, seeming to be genuinely 
surprised by my handling of his cock.  I was too a little, but 
everything had just overwhelmed me, I couldn't get away, so I was going 
to be sure to enjoy this.

"Just getting you ready," I moaned.  It was actually kind of fun rubbing 
my slit with his cock and it felt just amazing having him touching my 
forbidden flesh.  I worried for a moment that I wasn't getting him wet 
enough and had another idea.  "Come in a little closer and hump my pussy 
lips a little, so we can get you all lubed up."

Brandon didn't need to be coaxed any more and I gasped as he slid his 
length across my slick lower lips.  I wrapped my hand around him and 
helped spread my juices all over his length until he was nice and slick.  
I humped him back a little too, savoring the intimate touch we were 
sharing.  I knew we were ready now and I looked up at Brandon again.

I still couldn't believe I was looking up into the eyes of my first 
lover as I shuddered beneath him.  My earlier objects had all fallen 
away, I didn't forget them, or that I was in this position because of 
Brandon, but he'd stoked the passion within me and all I wanted was to 
indulge it now.  Tomorrow I might regret it, but right now I was aching 
for him and I let him know.

"I'm ready, Brandon." I smiled as I gave his cock a nice squeeze.  He 
smiled down at me and lifted his hips up again.  I didn't miss a beat, 
and guided him right back to my slit as he moved into position to take 
me.  I rubbed his head against my folds again, this time seeking the 
entrance to my pussy for him.  I shuddered at the feeling of my lower 
lips being parted again, but concentrated on the task until I felt him 
slip deeper into me.  I gasped at the sudden fullness at the entrance to 
my passage.  This was it, he was in position and I looked up again.

"Are you sure you want this, sis?" Brandon asked.  For a moment I really 
believed he meant it, that I could back out even after all this.  It 
didn't matter now, I was too far gone, no matter how I'd found myself 
here, there wasn't anything I wanted more than to feel his cock all the 
way inside me.

"Take me." I insisted with every ounce of sincerity in me.  Then he 
lowered himself onto me completely, pressed his chest to mine, and 
kissed me deeply.  Our lips touched with their own fire and I was 
kissing him back as hard as I could.  I wrapped my arms around him and 
ran my hands across his back as he rubbed my sides.

Then just as our tongues slipped through I felt him push his hips 
forward and moaned in shock as I felt my stepbrother's cock sinking into 
me.  I shuddered at a sudden tearing feeling deep inside me and realized 
I had just become a woman.  The feeling of his sack between my legs 
surprised me a moment later.  He was all the way inside me with one 
wonderful thrust and I was amazed at the wonderful fullness from being 
filled with his shaft.  

Brandon started to pull back a moment later and I flinched.  It hadn't 
hurt so much going in, but I was sore.  I shot my legs up around his 
hips and held him in place, so he'd leave his nice big cock all the way 
up inside me until I was ready for more.

"Are you okay, sis?" He asked with honest worry.  I'm sure he'd heard 
stories about a girl's first time, though it surprised me for a moment 
that he actually seemed concern after all he'd done.

"Yeah, just don't move, I'm just a little sore." I smiled, not wanting 
to worry him for some reason.

"You feel so nice, sis.    You're just perfectly warm and tight.  How do 
I feel in there?" Brandon asked.  His curiosity getting the better of 
him, but I was still compelled to answer his questions, not that I 
really minded.

"Big!" I giggled.  "I feel so full down there like you're just splitting 
me open, but it's wonderful, Brandon.  Thank you."

I lifted myself up and kissed him again.  We stayed like that for a 
couple minutes, locked together as intimately as a boy and girl could 
get while I adjusted to my new woman hood.  Our hands took liberties as 
well while our tongues danced, and I don't think there was a part of 
either of us that didn't get played with by roaming hands.

"Okay." I whimpered, pulling away from his lips.  It felt wonderful 
having him inside me, but I wanted more.  Even though I still felt a 
little tender, I knew it was time for what came next.

Brandon just smiled again and pulled himself slowly out of me.  I 
squirmed under him as I felt his cock moving inside me.  Nothing had 
ever prepared me for such a wonderfully strange feeling.  Then just as 
he almost pulled out of me I pulled him in with my legs and thrust up my 
hips, squealing with delight as I felt his shaft spread me open again.

"Oh, Brandon, do that again." I moaned as I ground my hips against him.  
He didn't need to be asked and quickly started a slow pumping rhythm 
into me.  I just whimpered and squirmed under him totally enveloped in 
the sensations he was stroking in me.

"You like this, sis?" Brandon asked as he plunged into me again.  I 
shuddered as I felt the knob of his shaft parting my folds again all the 
way to my very center.  It was more amazing than I could ever have 
dreamed.

"Yes, it's wonderful, Brandon.  Can you do it harder?" I asked, somehow 
knowing that the pleasures he was striking inside me were only the 
beginning.

"Like this?" He asked then proceeded to pound into me with harder 
strokes.  I felt my breasts quiver each time he bottomed out inside me 
and heard the slap of his flesh on mine.  I knew instantly that this was 
what fucking was meant to be.

"Oh, yes, just like that!" I grunted with him as he kept pumping into 
me.  I was humping back against him as hard as I could as well, and 
squeezing down on his cock as hard as I could.  He groaned in approval 
and it wasn't long before we were simply thrusting into each other in a 
beautiful primal rhythm.  

His every thrust seemed to just edge me higher as well, and I was awash 
in the sensations of making love.  Our bodies were writhing together, 
and my breasts jiggled against his chest as he pounded into me, my hard 
little nipples tracing patterns on him with every bounce.  We kissed 
passionately as well, only stopping to catch our breath.  

It seemed a wonderful eternity was spent like that, merged together so 
perfectly.  Then I felt Brandon stirring even more inside me, our 
thrusts were sharper, harder, more urgent.  The fire inside me was a 
blazing inferno centered on his wonderful thrusts and then I felt it.  
My eyes flew open, looking inside as something inside me tore open and 
consumed me in a wonderful torrent.   I tensed around Brandon, and shook 
with pleasure echoing through my entire being, and I let out a soulful 
cry of joy.

"Get ready for it," Brandon grunted as he kept his wonderful thrusts 
going.  I was too engulfed in my own pleasure to wonder what he meant 
until he gave me one hard thrust and held himself deep inside me.  Then 
I felt his member pulsing inside me and a strange warmth fill my depths 
as he let out a deep moan of satisfaction.  I realized he was coming 
inside me and giggle again as I concentrated between my legs and tired 
to milk him with my pussy.

"Oh, sis, that's nice." He closed his eyes and moaned as I coaxed the 
last drops from him.  He bent down and kissed me again, and we frenched 
for another couple of minutes.

"I'm sorry." Brandon finally said as we both came down from our orgasmic 
highs.  He looked genuinely upset as he looked right into my eyes.  It 
took me a moment to realize what he was talking about and I could help 
but giggle.

"I'm on the pill silly." I laughed.  This was one time I was glad my 
mother was over protective.  I hadn't been very willing when she'd 
suggested the idea when I'd hit puberty, but she'd insisted.  Girls 
might not want to plan for sex, she'd said, but she didn't want to be a 
grandmother because I wanted to play innocent.  Of course even with 
that, she was plenty careful to steer me away from sex when she could, 
if she only knew what was going on upstairs right now, I smiled.

Brandon just laughed at that and rolled gently off me.  I cuddled up to 
him and we just lay there like that and basked the after glow for a bit.  
I could hardly believe I'd just been fucked, or how wonderful it had 
been.  I understood a lot more about the world right then, but just let 
myself enjoy snuggling up against my stepbrother.  I was so comfortable 
I hardly felt myself drift off to sleep as my fatigue caught up with me 
and I closed my eyes in Brandon's arms.


***


Waking up naked in my stepbrother's arms was about the weirdest thing I 
had ever experienced.  I was lying with my back against his chest and 
his arm draped over my waist.  I squirmed for a moment, not knowing what 
to do and remembering just how I'd ended up in that position.  Brandon 
must have felt me squirm because he reached up, grabbed onto one of my 
breasts, and squeezed it firmly.

"Good morning, sis." Brandon sounded just like he was greeting me at 
breakfast, as if it was perfectly normal being in bed with me.

"Get off." I whimpered.  "You may have had your way with me last night, 
but this has got to stop, Brandon."

"Come on, sis, I know you loved it last night and its not like you have 
a choice." Brandon replied, not even pausing with his hand.  I could 
feel my nipples getting nice and hard from his touch, and even my pussy 
was beginning to stir again.  I had to admit, he really did know how to 
play with a girl.

"Please, Brandon, just let me up." I whined, hoping that I could 
convince him to let me go before he got other ideas.

"Great idea, sis.  I'd love to have you ride me, just let me toss off 
these covers and you can hop on." Brandon laughed and quickly prepared 
himself.  I felt a sudden surge of need inside me, getting myself ready 
for him.  I wasn't going to give into him this time though.  No way was 
I just going to be at his beck and call no matter how good it might have 
felt.

Of course that lasted about as long as it took for Brandon to pull the 
sheets off of us and roll onto his back.  One look between his legs and 
I just had to feel him inside me again.  I quickly sat up and straddled 
him, putting my pussy right over his crotch and reaching between us for 
his already hard shaft.  It wasn't until I pushed down and guided his 
knob to my entrance that I even realized what I was doing.

"Brandon, you've got to stop this." I moaned as I started to lower 
myself onto him and felt his member slowly spear me.  "I'm not just some 
toy for you to play with."

I closed my eyes as I seated myself on to of him, not being able to 
fight back my moans of pleasure.  I was still coherent though, and I 
didn't want to be doing this no matter how wonderful it felt.

"Come on, Sis.  You can't tell me you don't like this." Brandon smiled 
as he reached up and squeezed both of my breasts.  I couldn't help but 
squeal with delight at his touch.  I couldn't understand it, but even 
this light fondling was just amazing and I couldn't help but thrust my 
chest into his hands so he could play with me better.

"Brandon, please, you made me love it!" I objected with as much strength 
as I could given I was moaning from all the intimate sensations suddenly 
coursing through me.  It was wonderful, every bit of it, except for the 
fact that I wanted to be getting ready for my Saturday and not playing 
sex slave for my step brother.

"And is that so bad?" Brandon asked while he gave each of my nipples a 
wonderful pinch.  I gasped with delight then scowled at him.  

"I don't want to be some toy for you, you pervert!" I yelled back.  Of 
course I was also rippling my pussy over his wonderfully filling shaft 
as I said this.  This wasn't going well, everything was just deliriously 
wonderful, and I think Brandon was starting to get off on my objections 
even as I started to fuck him.  

"Just think, Sis, do you really want to stop?" Brandon asked.  Just like 
last night, I could almost feel that the question was genuine, like he 
was really giving me a choice.  As I looked down at him and started to 
respond, he grabbed me by my hips and held me still.

"Think about it, Sis.  Give it a minute." Brandon said.  I wanted to 
shoot back at him that I didn't need a minute, but I couldn't.  His 
blasted suggestions were just like orders to me, so all I could do was 
sit for a minute and think about.

He was kind enough to give me the time too.  So I just sat there, 
straddling my stepbrother's cock, completely naked, contemplating 
whether I wanted to go on like this.  I didn't want to be Brandon's 
little sex slave, but I couldn't deny that I'd enjoyed everything he'd 
done so far, aside from not asking permission.  The weird thing was that 
I didn't want to really think about giving this up completely, it had 
been fun, I just didn't want to be controlled.

"So, sis, what'll it be?  Do you want to be able to enjoy this every day 
or not?" Brandon asked, taking his hands away from my hips with a long 
caress down my thighs.  That scared me, I just felt that he was 
threatening me somehow.  I didn't know quite what he had in mind, but I 
felt like it was big.  Strangely, the idea of doing this every day had 
it's own appeal as well.  Finally I came to my decision.

"We can discuss terms later, lets just enjoy this now, okay?" I 
whimpered and started rippling my pussy again and humped him a little.  
I had the feeling Brandon was hoping to work me into a trap, and I just 
wanted to be dressed and not impaled on his cock when we discussed our 
relationship further.

"Okay, sis, whatever you say." Brandon smiled and I squealed as he gave 
me a nice couple of thrusts from below.  I wiggled my rear on him and 
pulled his hands back up to my chest.  I giggled as he squeezed me and 
then started humping him.  It was different being the one doing the 
work, but it still felt good having his cock sliding into me and I 
angled myself so I could tickle my little nub while I humped him.

Just as I was beginning to get up a good rhythm we heard a knock at the 
door and I slammed myself down on Brandon in shock.

"Brandon, is Terri in there with you?  You two should be getting down 
for breakfast you know." I heard mom asking from the other side of the 
door. I was scared stupid, afraid that mom would actually come in and 
see me fucking my stepbrother.  It took me a moment to realize that 
Brandon didn't seem the least be concerned.  In fact he was still giving 
happily fondling my breasts and had taken to humping into me as best he 
could.

"Yeah, Mom, Terri's in here.  We'll be down soon." Brandon replied.  He 
smiled up wickedly at me and whispered.  "Come on, sis, you can hump and 
talk with Mom at the same time."


I didn't miss his meaning, and started fucking him again, with a 
slightly slower and quieter motion though.  I didn't really want to, but 
I just had to be humping him before I could talk to mom.  Then I gave my 
reply.  "We'll be done really soon, Mom."

"Okay, kids, don't be too long." Mom replied, and I heard her walk away 
from the door.  As my fear lifted I could feel the adrenaline still 
rushing through me.  I realized I was really hot now and I just couldn't 
get enough action humping Brandon.

"Brandon, can you get on top now?" I asked, though I didn't slow myself 
down yet.

"Sure, sis, why?" Brandon asked.  I knew instantly that he wasn't just 
going to roll over, he wanted me to tell him.  Of course, I knew I 
couldn't keep myself from telling him as soon as he asked.

"I just really need it nice and hard and I can't do it like this." I 
replied humping him as hard as I could to prove my point.  Brandon 
grunted his approval at my actions and smiled.  

Then he just reached up and grabbed me, pulling me down to his chest.  
He locked his lips on mine and I couldn't help but slip him my tongue.  
As our mouths did that little dance, Brandon gave us a swift roll and I 
found myself beneath him, my legs perfectly spread and my pussy 
deliciously full.  Brandon pulled away from our kiss and repositioned 
himself a little.

"Oh, god, Brandon, fuck me hard, just like last night!" I cried out, 
squirming my deeply impaled passage against him eagerly.  I really 
needed it just like that right now, I was so hot and I knew only a good 
hard fucking could help.

"Wow, sis, almost getting caught has really got you going.  I'm going to 
have to remember this." Brandon chuckled as he started thrusting into 
me.  I really didn't care what he said, all I wanted was to work off 
this tension with his amazing shaft pounding me.

He didn't make me wait, in fact I think he was just as turned on by the 
whole thing as I had been and he was giving me perfect hard thrusts 
almost as soon as he started.  I did my best to meet him half way and we 
made wonderful music together like that.  For another short eternity we 
were one, locked in pure passion and all my concerns for how I got here 
fell away.  I was a woman, he was a man, and that was all that mattered.

Of course, we didn't last very long, all that tension had already thrown 
me to the edge and our pace had done its work on Brandon.  It wasn't 
very long before we both quaked with the pinnacle of our joining and we 
threw ourselves together with unrestrained power.  Then I felt the damn 
burst and I fell back in blissful oblivion as a flood of pleasure 
coursed through me.  Distantly I could feel myself pull Brandon hard 
against me and felt his shaft plow deeply into me and begin to fill me 
with his seed once more.  

I coasted back from that wonderful orgasm with Brandon's shaft still 
twitching inside me.  He'd gotten me again I mused.  Not quite finding 
the strength properly upset with him.  He had been a good fuck I 
thought.  A moment later I giggled at the reality that he'd been my only 
fuck so far, but I couldn't deny that I'd loved it.  I wondered about 
that for a moment, was this really how I felt or just another of 
Brandon's little controls?  Everything I'd done since last night had all 
seemed like what I wanted, or needed when I did it.  Sometimes I 
realized it wasn't what I really wanted to do, but I couldn't stop 
myself and looking back now, I wondered even more which things had been 
my choices and which his.  

Finally Brandon bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips and I felt 
him pull his shrinking cock out of me.  "Okay, sis, I think we both need 
a good shower and we can talk about this later."

I just nodded my assent, still too taken with my own orgasm to form 
words yet.  Slowly I pulled myself out of bed, went over to where I�d 
dropped my clothes last night, and started picking them up.  I couldn't 
believe what I'd done, I'd just been fucked, twice, by my step brother.  
Then I started thinking, I had to tell Mom, I didn't know just what 
she'd do, but it had to be better than this.

Just then I felt Brandon walk up behind me and grab my breasts from 
behind.  I moaned at his fondling and pressed my tender bosom into his 
probing hands.  I wished I could just pull away from him, but his hands 
were just working an irresistible magic across my chest and I couldn't 
bring myself to move.

"Don't forget your robe, silly, no need walking around naked while Mom's 
poking her head around.  Besides, that's why you brought it last night." 
Brandon whispered in my ear as he tweaked my nipples.  I looked ahead in 
surprise at his suggestion, seeing my bathrobe resting on the floor in 
front of me.  Then I remembered having brought it, I didn't even think 
about it then, but I'd just grabbed it and brought it along.  I realized 
now that although I'd consciously set off to chastise Brandon last 
night, I'd already been under his spell then and knew what I'd be asked 
to do.

I didn't even bother to reply, he slipped his hands away with a 
satisfied little huff and let me do what I had to.  We both knew Mom 
would be expecting us quickly and thus there wasn't time for any more 
games.  I quickly donned my robe and bolted from Brandon's room to my 
own.  

It didn't take me long to get into the shower and I just felt a lot of 
tension wash away as that first blast of water came roaring down.  I was 
in real trouble now.  I didn't know what to do about it, or just how far 
Brandon would push things, and both facts worried me.  Worst of all was 
just how good the sex had been.  I'd never felt so good before, and even 
now I wasn't sure I wanted to give it up.  I didn't like the position 
Brandon had put me in, but I knew I was going to have to make some hard 
choices now.  The one thing I did know was that this wasn't going to be 
easy.  Even if I turned him down, Brandon obviously had the power to 
force me, and if I accepted, I didn't have any idea how far he would go 
with his control.  I had time to think about it now at least, and 
hopefully, I could come up with a plan.

***



"This isn't fair!" I squealed as I bucked back against Brandon's 
wonderfully hard shaft.  I was on my hands and knees on his bed, 
completely naked as he fucked me hard.  I could feel my breasts bouncing 
beneath me with every thrust.  The worst part was that I was so horny 
that I as fucking him back vigorously.

"We're supposed to be talking about terms!" I huffed as he plowed into 
me.  Brandon hadn't even let me get a word in when I'd walked in to talk 
about all of this.  I simply felt a tingle in my head and stripped 
naked.  I took a minute to get myself nice and wet with a little 
masturbation and then positioned myself for a doggy style fuck.  Susan 
and I had giggled about such positions before, but I never thought I'd 
actually be doing it, especially like this.


"I'm just giving you another demonstration before you say no." Brandon 
stated calmly as he ground himself into me with just amazingly wonderful 
strokes.  I had to admit this was good, too good.  I feared that he'd 
ask me to surrender was I was at my weakest, and I knew I wouldn't be 
able to say no after another wonderful orgasm like I'd enjoyed this 
morning.

"Brandon!" I squealed again, trying to maintain my objection to his 
behavior.  It wasn't that easy with his cock pounding into me though.  
It felt so good, so perfect being joined to him like this that I had to 
fight to keep from just giving in.  the stakes this time were just too 
high to loose control like that.  I didn't know if he really was going 
to give me a choice, but that last thing I wanted to do was agree to let 
him turn me into his own little slut.

"Relax, Sis, just enjoy it." Brandon soothed as he rubbed his hands over 
my hips and lower back.  I moaned lewdly as I felt his shaft shift so 
that he rubbed up against my little nub with every thrust.  For a mere 
moment I wondered how he'd learned to do that before I slipped back to 
the primal rhythm of our coupling.

I was enjoy it though, every hard thrust and fleet touch from him.  I 
couldn't help myself, it was all so amazing.  I knew I was fucking him 
as hard as he was fucking me.  My entire body was on fire, and all of my 
focus was on the wondrous shaft that was stoking those flames.

"Oh God." I cried out as I felt a sudden wave of pleasure course through 
me.  My entire body quaked with an engulfing release.  I shook with 
pleasure and the world faded into a blissful haze for a moment as my 
orgasm rolled over me.

Brandon's hard thrusting brought me back from my dazed state.  My body 
was still fucking him back furiously, the sensation of his shaft moving 
within me was far more powerful then before.  I knew it wouldn't take 
him long to push me over the edge again.

I was right, and Brandon skillfully brought me to almost a dozen 
orgasms.  Honestly I'd lost count as they all started to drift together.  
My world descended into a fog of pure pleasure, and nothing else 
mattered then the release that coursed through me.  

"Sis, oh Sis," Brandon whispered into my ear.  He was resting firmly 
inside me now, and leaning over my quaking body.  I wondered idly how 
long he'd been like that, whispering in my ear.  Still I was coherent 
enough to grunt and acknowledgement of his prompting.  My body was still 
enflamed, racing with the aftershocks of so many orgasms and still 
impaled by Brandon's amazing shaft.  I was engulfed in sensation, and I 
had to fight to even ask what Brandon wanted now.

"So, Sis, how about it, do you want to be able to do this every day?" 
Brandon asked as he fondled both of my breasts.  He really knew how to 
use his fingers too, I realized as I cooed in response to his handling.  
His question just drifted aimlessly in my mind, I was far too enveloped 
in pleasure to focus on such abstract things.  How could I not want to 
do this every day?  Somehow I knew I had objected before, but right now, 
I couldn't understand why.

"Mmm, yesssss." I slurred out.  

"And you'll let me choose when and how we play?" Brandon prompted me 
again.  He started move his shaft inside me at the same time.  I 
squirmed my hips back against him instinctively as I blurted out my 
answer to his last question.

"Sure," I moaned out in response.  Brandon laughed at that and I felt 
him start fucking me wonderfully hard.  My concern over his questions 
drifted away to my more pressing problem of bring out another earth 
shattering orgasm in my nearly exhausted body.

I didn't realize then just what I'd done, but Brandon would let me know 
the full consequences of my assent in the coming days.  Sure we both 
knew I'd been manipulated into answering him just the way he wanted, but 
he was the one with the power.  He was going to keep me to my word, no 
matter how I felt about it.  The worst thing was, I really was starting 
to get used to it.  I wondered if it wasn't another of Brandon's changes 
or just my own nature.  
It wasn't a question I really wanted answered though, and for the time 
being it didn't really matter either.

***


"Oh, you're really hot for me aren't you, sis?" Brandon asked as he 
slipped his hand under my skirt.  I tried to fight his control again, 
but my legs just wouldn't stay together.  I felt them part and I 
shuddered as he ran his fingers over my dripping mound and slid them 
between my already wet folds.  I couldn't control myself thanks to his 
control, and I really was hot.  I didn't want to admit that I was 
getting this hot because of my step brother but that didn't stop me from 
squirming invitingly against his probing hand.  

"I knew it, sis, why don't you bend over the table and I can cure your 
little itch?" Brandon snickered as he pulled his hand away.  

"No, Brandon, please, Mom could come in!" I pleaded, although I was 
already hiking my skirt up and bending over onto the kitchen table.  By 
now I knew there wasn't any sense in arguing about him fucking me, he'd 
already slept with me at least twice a day since he took my virginity 
last week, but I didn't want mom coming in on us.  Worst of all was my 
growing anticipation at having his cock inside me again as I presented 
my dripping slit for him.  I couldn't deny just how good it felt having 
him inside me, and nothing I tried helped me to forget that fact.

"Don't you worry, sis, just spread your legs for me." He ordered.  I did 
of course.  I didn't choose to.  I felt the same compulsion that I 
always did to obey him.  It didn't take much shuffling of my feet before 
I was bent over and spread with my pussy at just the right height for 
him.  I felt like such a slut right then, with my pussy open and aching 
with need for my stepbrother's cock.  Now all that remained was for him 
to fill me up and give me another wonderful fucking.

I shivered with anticipation as I heard him unzip his pants, and it 
wasn't but a moment before I felt the familiar bulb of his shaft 
pressing into my folds.  I moaned loudly as he pushed into me, all of 
his fucking had loosened me up just enough so he could enter me 
completely with one firm thrust once I was warmed up.  I won't lie and 
say it didn't feel incredible, but I was blushing fiercely at doing this 
in the kitchen.

"Oh, you are just a perfect little sister, don't tell me you don't like 
it." Brandon grunted as he pumped his girth into me.  I just shuddered 
as I took in the now familiar feeling of having my pussy wrapped tightly 
around him.

I bit my lip, I didn't like admitting how much pleasure I was receiving 
from him right then.  That didn't stop me from bucking my hips back 
against him and squeezing him with my pussy as he thrust into me.  I was 
still compelled to perform for him, and I all could do was give 
satisfied grunts as my breasts swung freely in my blouse with every one 
of his filling thrusts.

"Why don't you take your blouse off now, Terri?" Brandon asked, and I 
felt the push of his will on mine.  

"No!  Please!" I begged him as I stood up and started undoing the 
buttons on my blouse.  It didn't take long for me to throw off the 
garment, and I stood there topless.  Brandon didn't allow me the 
privilege of underwear any more so now all I was left wearing was the 
skirt that was bunched up around my waist.  I was red all the way down 
to my hard little nipples, and I was just waiting for Mom to come in a 
catch us.  Aside from the punishment, I almost hoped for it, then may be 
Brandon could be kept away from me.

"Don't worry, it's not that cold, sis." Brandon laughed as he wrapped 
his arms around me and cupped my breasts.  I couldn't fight him, all I 
could do was moan as he caressed my two little tits.  Like everything 
else he did to me, he made me enjoy it completely and right now I was 
feeling the pleasure of his cock inside me and his hands squeezing me.

"Oh, hi kids." Mom smiled as she walked in.  She looked us over and just 
shook her head a little with her normal warm smile just like she did 
whenever we did something cute but different.

"Hi, Mom," Brandon replied, his hands and cock not stopping for a 
moment.  I just stood there and shuddered in abject embarrassment as he 
continued to play with me right in front of our mother.

"Mom, please?" I moaned, hoping for something from her, something to 
help me.  Even as I cried for help I was grinding my hips back against 
Brandon and his wonderful shaft.

"Honey, I think you should be paying more attention to Brandon right 
now, it is his cock inside you right now." Mom chided me.  I couldn't 
believe she what she was saying.  How mom could say something like just 
stunned me for a moment..

"But, Mom!" I objected as I gave Brandon's cock a hard squeeze with my 
pussy and rocked my hips against him.

"No, buts, young lady, you're his slut, so act like it." Mom barked.  
This was just unreal, then I realized what had happened.

"You changed her too!" I cried at Brandon as I squirmed seductively on 
his cock.

"Of course.  I did Dad too, They'd have found out sooner or later so I 
just made them accept that all good sisters are their brother�s sluts.  
I hope you don't mind." Brandon chucked as he pounded into me with a 
flurry of wonderfully hard thrusts.

"Oh god." I cried, as much in ecstasy as dismay at my current 
predicament.  Brandon gave my breasts another good squeeze and I moaned 
at the pleasure of having his fingers molding my tits.  This was more 
than I could take, being fucked in the kitchen with mom not only 
watching but upset because I wasn't giving Brandon my full attention.  
Worst of all, the embarrassment flooding through me just seemed to make 
me feel even more aroused as my brother pounded into me.

"That's my girl!" Mom smiled as she watched me writhing on Brandon's 
cock.  "Just remember your pussy was made just for Brandon, and I don't 
want him coming to me later and complaining that you aren't fucking him 
right, okay?"

I just nodded my head absently, still not wanting to accept what Brandon 
had done to her.  I just whimpered as Brandon continued his onslaught, 
lost between pleasure and despair.  

"Oh, sis, there's one more thing, a present for us." Brandon stopped his 
thrusting while still deep inside of me and pulled my hands over my 
breasts.  "Okay, Terri, get ready for it."

I didn't know what quite to get ready for when I felt a sudden tingling 
race over my chest and sink into my breasts.  Then I felt them pressing 
into my hands.  I looked down and watched in awe as my girlish breasts 
grew at least a couple of cup sizes right before my eyes.  If my hands 
weren't still cupping them, I don't think I would have believed it.  I 
gave them a slight squeeze to confirm what had happened and gasped at 
the amazing sensitivity from both and watched as my bigger nipples 
tightened and stood lewdly out from my chest as they got hard.  They 
were just like the peaks to a mountain now showing just how horny I was.

"That's not all, Sis." Brandon whispered in my ear as I felt something 
happening inside me.  At first I thought he was changing my pussy as 
well, but then I realized he was growing his cock.  I moaned as his 
shaft bulged inside me, spreading me even wider and I could feel it 
sinking even deeper into my depths at the same time.  I barely even 
wanted to think of the monster that was spearing me now, but it felt 
amazing being filled so completely.

"Brandon, why did you have to give me such big tits?" I asked, then 
suddenly realized my words.  "I mean hooters!  No, melons!  Brandon!" I 
wailed as I tried to say breasts, but quickly found that I couldn't even 
think of my boobs as anything other than boobs, or tits, or any other 
indecent term.  

"Honey, you'll use the words Brandon wants you to use, and you should be 
thankful for getting such big titties.  That and the nice big cock 
stuffing you." Mom chastised me again then turned to Brandon.  "You're 
right, Brandon, Terri really does look hotter with big tits.  And I know 
she'll love your new cock too.  Now I have to go run some errands, so be 
good you two."

Mom leaned in and kissed me on the cheek like she usually does when she 
goes some place, except this time she also reached up and squeezed one 
of my new boobs.  She didn't stop with a quick feel either.  She rolled 
my new tit in her hand and pinched my nipple before she pulled away.  
"Oh, yes these are nice and firm, Brandon is going to really love these, 
honey."

"Mom!" I protested as Brandon began fucking me in earnest again, 
knocking the wind out of me with his sudden thrusts.  The feeling of his 
bigger cock plunging into me would have brought me to my knees if he 
wasn't holding me up.  He had long since proven he knew how to play my 
body, but now he was stretching me further and sinking deeper than ever 
before and I was just a quivering wreck.

Mom just smiled at us once more and strolled on out of the house.  I 
would have been angrier with her if I wasn't in the middle of a very 
distracting fuck right then.  My new tits were bouncing heavily with 
each thrust, but every jiggle sent ripples of pleasure through me.  For 
a mere moment I wondered if that was how all big tits felt before 
Brandon's fucking cleared me of any thoughts except for the plunging 
shaft between my legs.

"Oh, fuck, oh, uh," I panted as he used me.  His hands were on my hips, 
holding me in place so I wouldn't just dissolve from the pleasure while 
he enjoyed my charms.  I was enjoying myself too, far more than I wanted 
to, but I couldn't help myself as he pumped inside me.

"Yeah, sis, just think how much your friends are going to love this!" 
Brandon chuckled as he pounded into me.  His words just drifted by, I 
was far more concerned about the shaft in my pussy and the jiggling of 
my new breasts to worry about anything else.


***


The next day, Brandon called my good friend Susan over to our house.  
I'd tried to convince him not to, but he just smiled at me and I felt 
the tingle that told me he was making me alright with what he wanted to 
do.  It didn't take her long to come over and I let her into the house 
as quickly as I could, not wanting to show off what I was wearing to the 
entire neighbor hood.  

"Terri what happened to you?" Susan asked.  I could see the shock in her 
eyes as she looked me over, and I would have done the same if the 
positions were reversed.  Since I didn't have to go out Brandon had me 
dress up for him, or rather dress down.  

I was wearing  only one of my old cutoff T-shirts and a pair of thong 
panties Brandon had bought for me.  Not only that, but my new boobs were 
far more than the shirt was designed to hold and they stretched out the 
material to the point where there wasn't any part of my chest that was 
left to the imagination.  Even without a bra my new tits stood out round 
and perky from my chest, and my big puffy nipples poked up through the 
material lewdly.  I didn't even want to think about what Susan though of 
me in that moment, but I was truly feeling sorry for her.  In truth, I 
was proud of how I looked, my boobs were just perfect and I just loved 
showing them off.  This wasn't like me at all, but I just couldn't help 
myself, and even with Susan I couldn't help thrusting out my tits so she 
could appreciate them.

Susan was a sweet little Asian girl, with long black hair and a nice, 
slim figure.  I'd seen Brandon check her out more than once before, so 
it hadn't surprised me that he had called her over.  I just wished there 
was something I could do, but all I could do was tell her what Brandon 
had instructed me to tell her.

"Brandon is waiting up in his room for you." I said, and watched as 
Susan's eyes glazed over for a second.  Then she started walking towards 
the stairs with the same look of shock and concern as before.  No doubt 
she was wondering why she was heading upstairs, and beginning to fret 
about what was happening to her.

After I watched Susan walk up the stairs I sat down on the couch and 
pulled off my top letting my boobies bounce out nicely.  It felt so much 
better having them free of that confining shirt.  I looked down and 
smiled at the two big and perky tits that were now resting on my chest.  
I had to admit that there had been days that I stood in front of the 
mirror and wished my boobs were bigger and now I had them bouncing on my 
chest.  I was still a bit miffed that Brandon hadn't even asked me, but 
I just couldn't bring myself to ask for my little old titties back.

It wasn't long before I heard surprised squeals from upstairs followed 
quickly by moans of feminine delight.  The sounds of squeaking springs 
came down next, with Susan's cries of passion rising and falling over 
the din.  I knew just how she was feeling, shock, surprised and 
completely enthralled with Brandon's performance.  My thoughts flashed 
back to my own first time with Brandon and I let my fingers slip under 
my panties.  Soon my own moans were flowing just as freely as Susan's.

Brandon took his time enjoying Susan's first time.  Since he could 
control his own release he didn't rush anything, something I'd been more 
than a little pleased by in the last few weeks.  It hadn't taken long 
for me to lose count of Susan's cries of release, and I wondered just 
how long Brandon would keep going before calling me up.  I was more than 
a little concerned about what he'd make me do next, especially with 
Susan in his bed.  Still, I couldn't help but feel a twinge on 
anticipation at the pleasure I'd likely get to enjoy.  This was 
certainly getting to be so horribly bizarre.  Even as I sat there 
casually playing with myself and listening to my friend cry out in 
pleasure from my brother's attention, I knew just how wrong it all was.  
It seemed that every day brought Brandon more confidence and sent me 
even closer to becoming his perfect slut.  I couldn't even summon the 
same outrage I had before.  Every glorious fucking just made me ask why 
I wanted to fight him and every time I could summon up fewer reasons.

Finally I heard Brandon call out my name and I jumped up from the couch 
and ran up the stairs, feeling my big new boobs bouncing wildly with 
each step.  His door open and I braced myself for what I was about to 
see.  My eyes trailed up from the floor, over Susan's hastily discarded 
clothes to my brother's bed.  Susan was on her hands and knees on top of 
Brandon's sheets, panting softly and shifting her hips back against 
Brandon.  Her naked flesh sparkled with perspiration and the musky scent 
of sex hung heavy in the air.  She looked up just as I came in and I 
watched as she turned red with embarrassment but didn't stop bucking 
back against my Brother.  She looked radiant like that, humping her hips 
while her round little boobbies bounced with Brandon's thrusts.  I don't 
know what came over me, but I couldn't deny just how aroused I was 
getting watching Brandon fucking my best friend.

"Terri, help me, please!  Brandon's placed some kind of spell on me!" 
Susan groaned as she slipped herself back onto Brandon's cock.  "I can't 
stop!  Oh god, this feels so good!  Please help me stop!" 

Brandon just smiled and plowed into Susan a couple times, bringing 
squeals from her lips.  "Come on, Susan, I know you just love this.  
Doesn't she look hot, Terri?"

I just stood there and watched for a moment as Brandon continued 
thrusting into Susan.  I was simply captivated, having never watched two 
people make love before.  It wasn't long before I realized Brandon was 
right.  "Oh, yeah, Susan, you look so hot right now!  I bet you're just 
loving Brandon's nice big cock inside you, I know I do."

"Terri!  How can you say that?" Susan cried as she humped herself back 
against Brandon again.  I could imagine just how she was feeling, but I 
couldn't deny my feelings, not in Brandon's presence.  I'd been there 
myself on that same bed both in rapture and in shock at how Brandon 
could control me.  

Brandon grabbed onto her, pulled her back up to his chest, and wrapped 
his arms around her waist giving me a full view of Susan's naked glory.  
She was still blushing fiercely but that didn't detract from her beauty, 
if anything it made her look even hotter.  I'd never felt any attraction 
to another girl before, and I'd seen Susan naked in the shower at school 
plenty of times.  Yet now I felt myself tingling just looking at her 
sexy passion swept little body.  Her titties were just perfect, cute and 
perky with pink little nipples poking out from them, showing just how 
horny she was.  I didn't know why but they looked just perfect for 
squeezing or sucking and I found myself wondering just how Susan would 
taste.  My eyes drifted between her legs next, and I was greeted to the 
site of her hairless little pussy wrapped around Brandon's nice hard 
shaft and I giggled.  I knew just how Susan must be feeling right then 
filled with my brother's cock and marveling at the feelings it could 
stir.  Her naked lips looked so cute stretched out around his cock that 
I wished she could see it.

"Susan!  You shaved for him didn't you?" I squealed as I remembered when 
I'd shaved  myself in the first days of Brandon's influence.  I hadn't 
known why at the time, but it hadn't taken long for him to tell me.  I 
had to admit her pussy looked real cute like, all hairless and aroused, 
impaled on a nice big shaft.

Susan just looked away in obvious shame.  Oh, man, she was hot when she 
did that.  I didn't understand it, but I was just getting off on how 
ashamed Susan was of her behavior.  For a moment I could remember just 
how wrong all of this was, and that we were both being used, but no 
sooner had the thought crossed my mind than it was pushed away by 
Brandon's compulsions.

"Don't feel bad, he made me shave myself to!" I chimed back and pulled 
my panties down with a quick tug, showing off my own hairless pussy.  "I 
like how smooth and cute it looks, and yours looks just great wrapped 
around his cock.  I wish you could see how sexy your little pussy is 
right now."

"Terri!" Susan whined.  She shuddered visibly as another wave of crimson 
washed over her face.  

Her cry touched off another sense of wrongness in me and I latched onto 
it this time.  I was lusting after my own best friend even as my brother 
was taking advantage of her.  I just wanted to go up to her and give her 
the biggest French kiss I could on her pouty little lips and press our 
naked bodies together.  This wasn't me I realized as I ogled Susan, I 
wasn't a lesbian, but I knew who was responsible for it.  

"Brandon, why did you have to make me a lesbian?" I whimpered as I tried 
to pull my eyes away from Susan's sensual curves.  I wasn't entirely 
sure I wanted to object, but I couldn't just let my brother get away 
with making more changes to me without at least saying something.  

"I didn't make you lesbian, just fully bisexual, sis.  That way you can 
join in the fun as I induct other girls into our new club, just like 
Susan." Brandon explained.  That didn't surprise me, he would have as 
much fun conquering my friends as watching me play with them before 
finishing their induction.

"NO!" Susan yelled and actually started to fight against Brandon's hold 
on her.  "Oh god, no I don't want to!  Don't let her touch me!"

"What are you worried about, Susan, I'm going to make you bi too, it'll 
be great." Brandon consoled  her as he reached up and cupped her boobs.  
I had a pang of jealousy as I watch him playing with her cute titties, I 
wanted to play with them!  She had been my friend the longest, and while 
I couldn't give her a nice hard cock like Brandon could, there were 
plenty of other ways we could play.

"No, please, it's not right!" Susan  whimpered.  Then I watched as her 
eyes seemed to get real large all of a sudden and Susan shuddered from 
head to toe.  It took me a moment to realize she was staring at my naked 
body and that Brandon had just changed her.  "No, I don't want this, 
please, Brandon."

"Come on Susan, you have to admit Terri is just the sexiest woman you've 
ever seen, right?  I mean just look at those tits, and that nice tight 
ass of hers, she just screams for sex and I bet you can feel it now 
can't you?" Brandon prompted Susan while he continued to play with her.

"No, I don't like her big bouncy titties and lickable ass, Brandon, I'm 
not a lesbian!" Susan cried then put her hands over her mouth in shock.  
I could see her blush again and knew that wasn't what she had wanted to 
say.  Brandon must have done something else too make her say things that 
way.

"Don't worry, Susan, I just made you give me your honest assessment of 
Terri's features, so there's no use denying your feelings.  Now tell me 
what you want to do with that little tongue of yours." Brandon prompted 
again.  I knew he'd probably also made her unable to refuse his commands 
and I could hardly wait to find out just what we were about to be doing.  

Susan flinched, and for a moment I wondered if she might actually keep 
her mouth shut before she opened up and answered him.  "I want to lick 
her pussy and see how sweet her love juices are while I make her come 
for me.  Then I want to suck on her big nipples and lick her big tits 
and after all that I want to give her a big kiss so she can taste 
herself on my lips and tongue."

By the end she was nearly whispering and her eyes were fully on the 
floor.  I felt sorry for her, there were plenty of reasons and right now 
I just wished she'd accept her new feelings.  I knew she would, 
everytime Brandon changed me, it took a few minutes for it to sink in 
and become real, and I knew Susan would accept the new feelings soon.  
Then we'd get to play, and be even better friends.

Brandon looked at me with his sly smile, nodded towards Susan, and 
puckered a little.  It took me a second to understand his meaning and 
then I smiled.  I quickly hopped onto bed, pulled myself up to Susan, 
and looked her right in the eyes, with my warmest gaze.

"No, Terri, please..." Susan sputtered before I leaned in and covered 
her mouth with mine.  She struggled for a moment.  Then I felt her give 
in and start kissing me back.  I'd never kissed a girl before, and it 
was really sweet, she was so much more tender than any boy had been and 
when she slipped me her tongue I was floored.  I pulled myself closer as 
our tongues danced and felt her cute little boobies press into mine.  We 
stayed locked together like that for a couple of minutes before Brandon 
tapped me on the shoulder and I pulled back.

"So is she a good kisser, sis?" Brandon asked as he reached up and 
played with Susan's tits.  I watched as she went red with embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, and she even slipped me her tongue!" I giggled.  I'd just 
kissed Susan and I could hardly wait for more.

Susan just hung her head in shame.  I fought down the cold chill that 
ran though me at her expression, hoping that she'd accept this quickly 
so we could play.  I didn't want her to suffer, I just wanted to make 
love to her.

"Okay, Susan, why don't you get down on you hands and knees again so I 
can finish riding you?" Brandon suggested and let go of Susan.  She 
suddenly smiled and seemed to glow as she fell forward onto the bed, 
moving into position with Brandon still lodged firmly inside her.  She 
leaned onto the bed with her hips into the air and looked back at 
Brandon.

"I'm ready." Susan giggled.  I wondered what had come over her, but 
realized she wanted to confirm her own sexuality again.

Brandon grabbed onto her waist and started thrusting into her with long 
deep thrusts.  Susan smiled in this sexy vacant way that told me she 
just loved his treatment.  I smiled, happy that she was finally getting 
into this.

"Isn't he just wonderful?" I giggled as Susan bounced in front of me.  
My hands were busy working on my own hot spots as I watched them.  I was 
a little jealous of Susan right then, my pussy was so empty and she was 
getting hers filled.  Then for a moment I realized everything that was 
happening, that I was drifting further towards becoming Brandon's 
devoted little sex toy and Susan was right behind me.  I shuddered, half 
in revulsion and half in passion.  Sure this is all wrong, but it felt 
amazing, and nothing I could do to fight would work.

"Oh yes!" Susan squealed with his thrusts.  I smiled, knowing that she 
was enjoying herself despite everything.  I could even see her humping 
back against him and wiggling her cute little rear back at him every 
time he stuffed her to the brim.  

I stood there just watching my best friend and my stepbrother fucking 
and felt somewhat left out.  I was naked and horny too after all.  Then 
I noticed Susan's little boobies bouncing beneath her and came up with a 
plan.  I quickly slid myself up onto the bed and started sucking on one 
of her titties while I played with the other.  

"Oh, God!" Susan cried out as I wrapped my lips around her nard little 
nipple and started suckling on her.  The taste of her sweat and flesh 
was just perfectly succulent, and I enjoyed licking her tender little 
nub as she bucked back against Brandon.  I'd never really felt up 
another girl before, but I just loved the soft, tender feel of her booby 
as I rolled it in my hand.  I did my best to be gentle too, just they 
was I liked to be fondled, and I could swear that Susan was quaking even 
harder with my attentions.  

Then I heard Brandon's groan and I just knew he'd shot off his load 
inside Susan.  I pulled myself away from her sweet bosom, poked my head 
out below hers, and smiled up at her.  "I bet you never had a guy squirt 
in you before have you?  Isn't it great?"

Susan just looked down at me with a vacant smile and nodded.  I could 
tell she was lost to her own pleasure, so I reached up and grabbed her 
head and pulled her down to me.  I pressed my lips to hers for the 
second time and sparks flew.  I could feel Brandon step away from Susan 
and she instantly fell onto me.  Susan engulfed me as she fell, her arms 
fell around my sides and her legs wrapped themselves around mine.  As 
our lips danced Susan started writhing against me, her hands exploring 
my body wildly.  I wasn't about to let her have all the fun and soon we 
were both exploring each other with abandon.  

I'd never dreamed of making love to another woman before, but now it 
just seemed so natural.  Our bodies were both quaking with shared 
passion and my hand found her hairless mound the same instant her hand 
found mine.  We started playing in unison, our hands on our pussies as 
our bodies writhed together.  It was so wonderful feeling her delicate 
little fingers parting and caressing my most intimate folds with tender 
expert care as I did my best for her.  It was so unlike Brandon's 
clumsier fondling, Susan new just how to touch me and I returned every 
favor.  

I don't know how long we writhed together like that on the bed, our 
bodies quaking in unison with every release.  It was all so wonderful 
that I could hardly believe it was happening.  Every once in a while I 
looked up and saw Brandon watching with a wide smile on his face.  I 
didn't doubt he loved this as much as we were, he had a front row seat 
to a lesbian love in and I hoped it was everything he'd wanted.

Finally, we both fell back with one last cry of release, both too 
exhausted to continue.  Susan simply pulled herself up to me and 
snuggled up to my side, pressing her boobies into my arm and her crotch 
against my thigh.  Brandon looked down at us again, still smiling.

"That was great, you two take a nice nap, you deserved it.  I'm going to 
take a shower, and we'll play more later." He instructed and strolled 
out of the room.  I smiled as I felt myself drift off to sleep, it was 
just a wonderful idea to take a nap, and I loved having Susan's sexy 
little body pressed against me.  Sleeping with a lover was just a 
wonderful way to cap off a great bout of sex I thought wistfully as I 
closed my eyes for a good rest.

***


The feeling of something wonderful massaging my pussy brought me back to 
the waking world.  I was already quaking with pleasure and it took me a 
moment to work past the sensations to realize that someone was licking 
my pussy.  Brandon had done it to me once before much to my immediate 
satisfaction, but this didn't feel like Brandon.  Then I remembered what 
I'd done before taking my little nap and I looked down to see Susan 
lapping between my legs eagerly.

I must have moved oddly because she looked up at me.  She looked up at 
me warmly then gave me a cute little wink before plunging her tongue 
between my tender folds again.  I spread my legs wider for her and 
moaned out at her wonderful caress.  Her tongue played along my nether 
lips and toyed with my sensitive nub with an exquisite tenderness.  I 
couldn't help but be washed away by her skillful treatment.  It wasn't 
long at all before she'd sent me over the edge, and I rocked with a 
wonderful orgasm as she continued to lick me.

Susan gave me a few moments to recover before she pulled herself back up 
and laid herself atop me, pressing our bodies together wonderfully.  She 
looked wonderfully content as she gazed down into my eyes before she 
spoke.

"I hope you don't mind, Terry, but you smelled so nice and I just had to 
taste you." Susan giggled.  "Oh, god, listen to me I can't believe I 
said that.  How is Brandon doing this to us?"

Susan wiggled against me seductively for a moment before bringing her 
hands up and starting to fondle my wonderfully big new boobies.  She 
played with them using the same tender care she'd used with her tongue 
earlier and I just let myself enjoy her caress.  I knew she must have 
been a wonderfully gently lover before all this, and she was making 
extraordinary use of that ability now.

"I don't know, but I can't help myself.  I don't know if I really want 
it to stop anymore, it's just so amazing." I moaned as Susan rolled my 
tender flesh in her hands.  "Do you like my new boobies?"

"Oh, yeah, Terry, I can't help playing with them, and I love how big and 
pointy your nipples get now.  They're just like two big signs that 
Terri's a horny little girl." Susan giggled as she started rubbing her 
thumbs across my hard nips to emphasize her point.  

"Oh, that's nice." I moaned.  Then I reached up with my hands and cupped 
Susan's cute little titties in my hands.  "I like yours too, they are 
just so cute and I just love sucking on your pink little nipples."

Susan smiled deviously for a moment then squirmed herself on top of me 
until she could lower one of her little boobies over my mouth.  I 
eagerly took the hint and started sucking on her nip.  It was so great, 
better then yesterday because now it was just us two, and Brandon wasn't 
there to distract us.

"Oh, Terri, this is so cool.  I can't believe I'm really doing this." 
Susan cried out as she pressed her tit into my lips.  I knew she must 
love this, just like I did when Brandon sucked on me.  

"Hi girls, enjoying yourselves?" I heard Brandon ask just as I was 
nibbling on Susan's taught little nip.  I instantly pulled myself away 
and turned to him smiling.  He was standing there perfectly naked, and I 
just shivered as a slew of sexy thoughts ran through my head. 

"Yes!" We both cried out in unison.  Shocked I turned to Susan and we 
giggled at having answered him like that.

"Feeling better, Susan?" Brandon asked as he walked up to her and 
reached for her chest.  Susan thrust out her bosom and mewed as he 
cupped her boobies.  

"Yeah, I really wish you'd let me stop though, Brandon." Susan sighed as 
he kneaded her flesh.  I could already smell her arousal.  Of course I 
could smell myself too, Brandon was just incredibly sexy and I couldn't 
blame Susan for reacting like that.

Brandon just smiled and looked into her eyes.  "Did you ever want a 
bigger bust, Susan?  Terri really likes her new boobs, don't you Terri?"

"Oh, yeah, Brandon, they're great.  You really want Susan to have a pair 
like mine?" I asked in wonder.  I'd never really thought how Susan would 
look with a nice rack like mine, but the thought was really appealing 
somehow.  Of course, I figured part of that was Brandon again.  
Obviously he liked his women to have big chests, and he wanted me to 
enjoy them as well so I would like playing with his other girls.

"If she wants to." Brandon smiled and looked into Susan's eyes.  "Well, 
how about it?  I can always change them back if you don't like them."

I looked over at Susan anxiously.  I could see she was seriously 
considering it.  Of course, I knew that Brandon didn't really give 
choices when it came to something like this.  Susan would do what he 
wanted, but he had to make her think it was her choice.  I just braced 
myself for seeing my sexy little Asian friend with a big bouncy pair of 
tits.

"Only if I can change them back, okay?" Susan asked.  I could see she 
was both curious and worried.  What girl wouldn't like to try out a new 
bust size if she could change back with just the snap of her fingers.  
Of course, her bust size was really in the hands of Brandon, and I doubt 
she trusted him much more than I did when it came to things like this.

"Agreed.  Now give me your hands and we can see the new you." Brandon 
took Susan's hands and placed them over her little boobies.  I knew what 
was about to come next and just quivered with anticipation.

"Oh, God!" Susan cried.  I watched in awe as her cute little titties 
became the same perky melons I had.  Susan just looked down at her chest 
in awe, weighing her new boobies in her hands.  As she cupped the 
bottoms of her tits I could see her huge new nipples standing up from 
them just like mine did when I got horny.  Oh, they looked just 
wonderful like that, rising from the creamy hills of her boobs like two 
suckable peaks.

"Why don't you give us a look, Susan?" Brandon prodded, breaking Susan 
out of her amazed self-examination.

"Oh, okay." Susan chimed and slowly dropped her hands away and thrust 
out her chest for us.  
"How do you like them?" She asked, her uncertainty ringing in her voice 
as she pushed her perky new melons out for us.  

"They're just wonderful!  Can I play with them?" I asked.  They just 
looked so great standing out firm and round on her chest.  I couldn't 
wait to enjoy them just like they were meant to be.

"So shameless, Sis.  You really like being bi now don't you?" Brandon 
asked as he reached up and started fondling Susan.  She just cooed and 
pressed back against his probing fingers.

"Oh God!" Susan cried and she just shook with pleasure from his touch.  
All I could do was just sit and watch, my pussy was already leaking at 
the sight before me.  Susan's sexy body shimmering with her heat and 
Brandon playing with her in his full naked glory.  I couldn't decide 
which I wanted to stare at more, the hard shaft between his legs or the 
pump orbs rising from her chest.  

Finally I decided, if I couldn't play with Susan, I'd play with Brandon.  
I slipped down and crawled between them on my hands and knees.  Before 
Brandon had even noticed me, I moved my head over his shaft, wrapped my 
lips around his head, and started sucking.  It didn't take me long to 
get him fully hard and twitching in my mouth, and he reached down to 
make me stop.

"Thanks, Sis, hop up on the bed and you can enjoy it properly." Brandon 
ordered me.  I didn't have to be told twice.  I quickly hopped up onto 
the bed on all fours and spread my legs.  My pussy was all ready for him 
now and I just ached with anticipation.

"Mount me stud!" I cried, wiggling my ass for him as seductively as I 
could.  I just hoped my lewd display was doing a good job of keeping him 
hard while I waited for him to impale me.  I felt the bed bounce a 
little at he jumped up behind me and his hands wrapped around my waist.  
I presented my pussy for him, and moaned shamelessly as he pressed his 
cock into my aching folds.

"Come on Susan, don't you want to see how a girl looks like being 
fucked?" Brandon asked as he teased my gates with his tool.  I squirmed 
back against him, but he made sure that I couldn't get any more than the 
head of his shaft inside.  

"Hurry up!" I prodded Susan.  I knew Brandon wanted Susan to watch, and 
he wasn't going to give me what I wanted until he did.  Susan wavered 
for just a moment more before she started pushing herself between my 
arms until he head was right below my anxious pussy.  I got an excellent 
view of Susan's naked little pussy too, and it looked delicious.  I 
could see that she was already getting wet again and I felt the urge to 
bend down and lick her tender folds.

"Terri!" Susan cried out in surprise as I kissed her nether lips 
tenderly.  She squirmed her hips a little, kissing me back and let out 
the cutest gasp as I slipped her a little tongue.  Susan opened her legs 
and I let myself just enjoy her sweet taste as she moaned beneath me.

"So Susan, can you see Terri's sweet little pussy now?" Brandon asked , 
still teasing me with the tip of his shaft.  I tried again to get him 
deeper inside me, but he kept me at bay yet again.

"Oh, yeah, I uh, can," Susan stuttered as she replied through the moans 
I was inducing in her.  

"Good, now enjoy the show!" Brandon laughed as he plowed into my ready 
passage with one firm thrust.   I felt his sack slap against my pussy as 
he filled me, spreading me open with his wonderful tool.

"Oh, God!" Susan gasped in amazement as I was impaled.  I felt fingers 
touching between my legs a moment later, running themselves along my 
stretched out nether lips, and just sparking amazing fires within me.  I 
realized it was Susan simply exploring our joined forms, no doubt 
thinking that her own pussy had looked like this not long ago.

I rippled my pussy in thanks to Brandon for finally sinking himself into 
me.  I squirmed back against him as well, trying to entice him into 
giving me the hard fucking I really wanted right now.  

Brandon must have realized what I wanted as he immediately started 
pumping into me.  I moved my hips just a bit so he could hump me even 
better and started crying out with every amazing thrust.  I tried to 
keep licking at Susan's delicious folds, but Brandon was doing to good 
of a job and I couldn't keep my head between her legs.  

Then I was surprised for a moment by a warm wet touch on my clit before 
I realized that Susan was joining in again.  I moaned in thanks, but 
couldn't do anything else as the sensations overwhelmed me.  I was on 
all fours getting pumped furiously by Brandon as Susan licked me and my 
big boobies bounced furiously beneath me with every thrust.  I was in 
heaven.

I can't say how long we lasted, but I think we were all too worked up 
for it to take long.  I suddenly felt Brandon close in on his orgasm and 
started squeezing myself around him to get him off.  I knew I'd get my 
pussy filled in just moments, and Brandon didn't disappoint.  He grabbed 
onto my hips tightly and plowed into me one last time.  Then I had a 
moment to enjoy his hard shaft stretching me open before I could feel 
his seed race up his shaft and pour into my depths.  I cried out in 
release as I felt the warmth spreading inside me.  I could feel my pussy 
milking him and reveled in every new squirt of his seed as it filled me.  

Brandon pulled out of me with a wonderfully slow pull, letting my pussy 
give him one last gentle caress.  I felt our juices trickle out of me as 
he slipped out and I moaned in satisfaction as he finally pulled away.  
Without thinking I just collapsed, and I only realized that Susan was 
still beneath me when I felt her arms wrap around my waist.

"Oh, that was so cool, and I bet this tastes great!" Susan squealed 
beneath me a moment before I felt her tongue start lapping up Brandon's 
juices from my nether lips.  I was still quaking in that post-orgasmic 
bliss, and just enjoyed her gentle cleaning as our naked bodies pressed 
into each other.  

"Oh God!" I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me.  Susan really 
knew how to use her tongue and I couldn't even control myself.  

"Is everything alright in here?" I heard from the other side of the 
door.  It took me a moment to realize it was my mother, and no sooner 
had that thought dawned on me than the door opened.

"Yeah, mom." I choked out, wondering just what he reaction would be to 
seeing me and Susan locked together like this, both naked, with Brandon 
equally bare right beside us.

"Hi Susan!  I see Brandon's finally gotten around to expanding his 
little harem.  How do you like it?" Mom asked as if it was the most 
normal thing in the world.

Susan just lay there dumbfounded.  My mom had always been considered 
something of a prude in the past, and I hadn't yet had the chance to 
tell Susan about how Brandon had changed her.  I rolled off Susan and 
sat up, still not knowing just how to deal with my new mother.

"Oh, I see Brandon's been enjoying his little boob fetish too.  Come on 
Susan sit up and let me see how you and Terri stack up now." Mom coaxed.  
Susan was still kind of dazed but followed my mother's suggestion.  As 
soon as she did mom walked up to us and looked down at our titties.  All 
four were jutting out proudly and tipped with our big new nipples.  Mine 
were still nice and hard from being so horny, but I could tell that 
Susan's were getting soft.

"Oh, those look very nice on you, Susan!  But you need to be a horny 
girl like my little Terri to keep Brandon's attention.  Just look at how 
nice and hard her nipples are.  You're nice and horny aren't you, baby?" 
Mom asked me.  

"Yeah." I mumbled.  This was still way too weird.  My mom wasn't 
supposed to be okay with any of this, much less be proud of me for it.  
Still, she seamed to be and I didn't quite know what to do about it.

"See, Susan, I'm sure you can be just as horny a little slut as Terri.  
Just start thinking about how good it will be to have Brandon's nice big 
cock in your pussy again.  I bet you really liked it before, didn't you 
dear?" Mom asked sweetly.  Susan blushed deeply, but everyone could see 
that her nipples were getting nice and hard again.  It wasn't but a few 
moments before hers were pointing out just as lewdly as mine were.

"See, I knew you could do it, Susan." Mom beamed and reached in and 
pinched both of Susan's nipples.  Susan squealed in delight and I could 
tell that she was shaking with an orgasm.  "Oh, that's wonderful, you'll 
make a great little horny slut for Brandon.  Now, be good and play nice 
kids, I don't want to here that Brandon didn't get to shoot off in all 
your holes girls.  He's a horny little stud after all."

With that she just walked out.  I still couldn't accept that she was 
okay with all of this, but I knew Brandon had messed with her mind.  It 
didn't help any, but right now I was aching with need from watching Mom 
fondling Susan and I had to decide just who I was going to do.

"Brandon, please, fuck me!" Susan cried out before I'd mustered the 
coherence to do the same.  Brandon had been watching the scene from the 
side of the room, and it wasn't hard to see how horny he was.  I went to 
object, but decided that I could wait my turn as I saw how flushed with 
need Susan was.  She was lying out on the bed, her legs spread 
invitingly for Brandon.  Her plump little pussy was dripping with her 
need and I had to fight down the urge to start licking her.  

Brandon didn't waste any time and I watched curiously as Brandon mounted 
Susan again.  It was simply amazing to watch her little mound being 
split open and take Brandon's shaft inside her.  She squirmed 
deliciously under him as he impaled her, and I felt my own pussy quiver 
in jealousy.  Still, the day was young, and I knew that Brandon would 
have plenty of time for me after he finished with Susan again.  I could 
hardly wait, but for now I simply sat back and enjoyed the show.

***


This was just the beginning of my new life of course.  Brandon was quite 
the pervert, and with his abilities to control people he did miss an 
opportunity to enjoy himself.  Susan and I started out as the core to a 
little fan club for Brandon.  Brandon started filling it with my 
classmates, and slowly expanded his net whenever he saw some cute little 
thing pass by.  

It wasn't long before Brandon decided we needed a bit new house, and he 
found us a wonderful sea side mansion.  He filled it was an army of 
beautiful women usually naked or scantily clad who would service his 
every whim.  Susan and I were lucky as we were both kept in his inner 
harem.  We didn't have to do anything we didn't want to, excluding 
orders from Brandon of course.  We even got to sleep with him often, and 
were usually present whenever he played with a new girl.

Certainly there are other stories to tell about my life and my home.  
Even now I still know just how wrong it was for Brandon to do this to 
all of us girls, but that doesn't change the fact that I love him deeply 
and completely.  In fact it's time for another of the local virgins to 
be claimed and it's my turn to guide Brandon to her gates.  If I have 
time later I might write more, but Susan's been complaining about all 
the time I spend at the computer, and I can't afford to make her mad or 
she won't sleep with me any more.  We can't have that now can we?

The End.
                                                                        
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