Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1C

Latest incest story: Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1C

by White Walls

“They would have sedated you, extracted your semen and cloned your DNA,” Ally said, not returning my smile, “and then put a bullet in your head so that another company couldn’t have you.”

“Do these companies know about me?” I asked, my smile fading.

“Not yet,” Ally frowned, “not that I know of, but we can’t be too careful. We’ll be meeting some other class threes tomorrow, and then we’ll get you even deeper underground.”

“Is this going to be my life now?” I asked, “Running from place to place, looking over my shoulder, picking up my tissues so that I don’t leave DNA evidence?”

“Yeah,” Ally said, giving me a sad look, “it’s only a matter of time before someone sniffs you out, Jake. They’ll hunt you forever, and we need to stay three steps ahead of them at all times.”

“You didn’t have to put yourself into this situation,” I said, “you could have just told me what was going on. I’d stop my meds, let Trish out of the box, and then use her cunning and my caution to stay off the trail of those that would hunt me.”

“Bullshit,” Ally laughed without humor, “Jake, I mean no offense, but your caution would never let you free Trish. You’re…kind of a pussy.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true!” Ally giggled, this time with humor in her voice, “I don’t mean it in a bad way, but ever since you locked up Trish, all of your daring and bravery disappeared. I still love you, Jake, but let’s be honest: you’re a pussy. I had to shoot you just to make you get in a car.”

I didn’t have a retort for that, and I knew Ally was right. Even if I had believed a word she said, I would have simply barricaded myself in my room, popped my pills, and hoped nothing bad would happen. At least, I knew that much about myself.

“You’re right,” I sighed, and sat down on the bed next to Ally, “I’m a pussy. That’s what happens when you let someone else take control of you when things get hairy. I let Trish take the wheel in every adverse moment of my life, and I never learned how to do anything myself.”

“Well, Jake,” Ally said, putting her arm around me, “you’re in the deep end now, and it’s either sink or swim. How long until your shock therapy and the pills wear off?”

“A few days at the most,” I said, “and then Trish will be back with a vengeance. I’m afraid she’ll try to take complete control.”

“We won’t let that happen,” Ally said, “you two can work out your differences. I’ll be the mediator for our little group therapy session, and you and Trish will find common ground.”

“She made you shoot me out of spite,” I grumbled, “I don’t think she’s looking for negotiation. I put her in the darkest corner of my mind, and let her fester for years. She’s not the same Trish we used to know.”

“Give her time,” Ally said, “let her detox from all the shit you shoved back there, and she’ll come around to her normal self.”

“Maybe.” I said, not believing for a second that Trish would be merciful on her return. And that night, I found out I was right.

CHAPTER THREE: OUT OF THE BOX

Hey reader, it’s Trish. Guess what I’m looking at right now? Ally Bronston, in her bra and panties, sleeping right next to me. Every dark fantasy Jake had about his sister is flying through my head right now, and it’s making me randy. This is what you came for, isn’t it? I mean, you’ve been reading this far, waiting for Jake to finally plow is hot, curvy, blonde, teen sister, haven’t you? Well, Jake is too much of a pussy to fuck his twin sister, even if he subconsciously wants to. He thinks it’s too depraved, too disgusting, too taboo, and it is. And all those reasons he won’t do it, are the exact reasons I’m going to.

Do I still identify as a woman? Yeah…mostly, I guess. I want tits that will give me back problems, I want an ass that causes distracted driving fatalities, I want lips that were made for sucking, eyes that only beckon, and cheeks flush with color and life, but I also very much like this cock. All those thoughts Jake had, all those dark, disgusting thoughts that have become a part of who I am, all revolve around his precious penis. And now it’s our precious penis. So yeah, I want to be a woman with a dong. I want a cock eight inches up my ass, while I’m balls deep in some pussy. And what do we have here? Some prime, virgin, incestual pussy.

I can feel myself gaining control of Jake’s sleeping body. The nerves are dull now, but every second they become more alert. His breathing becomes my breathing, his heartbeat becomes my heartbeat. I feel the muscles gaining strength between their tendons. I can feel blood rushing through me. Just a little bit more…there it is. Hello, world. Hello, Ally.

“Ally,” I whisper in her ear, “Ally…”

“What?” she groans back, her narrow shoulders shifting sleepily.

“It’s me, Ally; it’s Trish.”

Ally’s body jerks in surprise. Her shoulders pinch together for a moment, and then she whirls around in flurry of blonde hair. She faces me, her face smiling excitedly, her eyes gleaming.

“Holy shit, Trish!” she squeals.

“I’m back.” I smile, but not Jake’s awkward, nervous smile. No, my smile is warm and confident, and full of the wickedness that soaks teenage panties.

“How do you feel?” Ally asks me.

“Honestly?” I chuckle, “Jake’s got morning wood right now, so I’m feeling a little frisky.”

“Oh, my god!” Ally laughs, not at all getting the implication, “Trish, promise me you won’t go to a gay bar. Jake would never forgive me!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I smile, and shift myself closer to her, “c’mon, Ally; you know about all the thoughts Jake infected me with.”

Ally still holds her smile, but I can see the hint of fear behind her eyes. That’s what I was looking for. Reader, you can thank Jake for having rape fantasies; it’s not my fault this is what gets me off now, it’s his.

“Trish,” Ally whispers, “you need to just…bathe in Jake’s purer brain for a while. Let all those thoughts detoxify.”

“Ally,” I whisper back, “you’re still a virgin, and I’m still a virgin, and we’re not getting any younger.”

“Channing Tatum could’ve said that to me and it wouldn’t work,” Ally laughs, “Trish, this isn’t you; take some time to let yourself return to normal.”

“This is me,” I say with my smile still stretched across my cheeks, but my eyes leveling in a threatening stare, “this will be me forever, Ally. There’s no detoxing your soul; you are who you are, and you are the sum of your experiences. And for the past four years, all of my experiences have been the sickness of Jake’s mind. Ally, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Trish,” Ally smiles back, now her eyes full of threat, “you’ll have a hard time doing that as a quadriplegic.”

I see the telepathic connection between us. I see the line that draws her mind to my own. What’s this thought she’s having? This is interesting: ‘oh my god, please just take me.’ Well, if you insist.

I shoot up from beneath the covers, my body whipping in a feat of athleticism Jake could never have mustered. My cock protrudes from the cloth of Jake’s boxers, staring rigidly into Ally’s widening eyes. I see the gears in her mind start up, the incantation she’s concocting to send a concussion blasting through my skull. Sorry, honey; too slow. I send a mental wrench into the mechanizations of her arcane mind. I see the expression of pain strewn across her face. She’s dazed for a moment, and I seize the opportunity. My hands clench around her wrists, the knuckles whitening as I push my weight forward. Ally’s face twists in a mixture of fear and defiance, but there’s something else: arousal.

“You know,” I pant as I wrestle with her, blocking her testicle-kick with my right thigh, “I can see part of you wants this. You thought Jake was fucked up, Ally, but when I told you of his little rape fantasy, I saw you perk up just a bit.”

“Get the fuck off me, Trish, or I’ll finally perform that surgery you so desperately wanted.” Ally growls as she twists beneath me.

“Ally, you want to fuck your brother, you little slut.” I sneer at her as I pivoted my knees together between her legs.

“Just a passing thought,” she grunts as she breaks her wrist free and plants a punch into my groin, “a little ‘what-if’ fantasy; nothing more.”

I reel back from the pain in my testicles, but manage to stay in control, and grasp the flailing fist that was looking for pay dirt. Ally twists beneath me, but I keep her hands sealed in my fists, allowing her to rotate freely onto her belly in her attempt to wriggle free. Her hands crisscross behind her, her wrists locking together in the cuffs of my straining fingers. Her shoulder blades protrude in protests, her glutes flex about my cock in defiance. I got her, and I can tell part of her hoped I would.

“Ally,” I whisper in her ear, “did you just get on your belly for me?”

“Fuck you, Trish!” Ally screams. There are tears in her eyes. I can hear the panting nature of her breathing. I can see the flush of her cheeks and the mess of her blonde hair in the moonlight. Her skinny arms flex against my fixing grasp. I manage to secure both her wrists in one palm, and then briskly rope them together with Jake’s leather belt. She protests, her arms straining to free themselves, but to no avail.

The strap of her bra is tight around the soft flesh of her back. I relieve her of it. Ally whimpers beneath me, realizing what’s about to happen, knowing Jake was right about me the whole time. Despite the domineering nature of our foreplay, I want Ally to enjoy this as much as I will. Jake’s incestual rape fantasies always ended with Ally begging for it, her mind corrupted with lust, her body bending to his prowess. Fortunately for Jake, I am a woman, and I know exactly how to please one.

“Don’t worry, babe,” I whisper to my restrained twin sister, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I’ll kill you, Trish,” Ally whispers hoarsely through her tears, “I’ll kill you slow.”

“Such threats, such rage,” I taunt gently as my fingers caress the line of her spine, “but I believe you, Ally. I can see the thoughts burning in your mind. But what’s this thought right here, hmmm? ‘Eat my pussy?’ Ally, is that a request?”

“No,” Ally cries, her face a mosaic of fear, shame and a hint of approval, “it’s just my body; it’s not me.”

“So, it’s your body that wants your brother’s tongue inside you,” I coo to her as my knuckles curl and my fingertips find the elastic waistband of her panties, “there’s some duality to you, it seems. Glad it’s not just Jake and I that have conflicting voices in our head.”

I drag my fingers down, bringing my sister’s panties with them. My knuckles dig gently into the soft flesh of Ally’s ass, her supple glutes welcoming me with their warmth and give. I reveal the divide of my sister’s backside, and stare unabashedly at the prize beneath her cloth. Jake had watched a lot of porn in his time, but he’d never laid eyes on an ass like this before.

Pale, soft skin formed over two perfect domes, their bottoms creasing delectably at the thigh, forming the protrusion of her womanly apple. My greed takes me, and I hurriedly rip Ally’s panties down to her knees. She cries a muffled sob into the pillow, but then she looks back. I meet her gaze and smile. Her face is still a portrait of loathing and fear, but the curiosity and desire is gaining traction. Part of her wants to see what I’ll do. Part of her is begging me to go further.

My fingers sink into the soft domes; her pale, warm skin protruding from my gripping knuckles. I spread her wide, and my heart races at the sight of her. She gasps, sobs, and cries out her protest, but her body can’t lie to me. Beneath the perfect, puckered rim of her anus, Ally has prepared herself with a waxing job. Not a single hair can be seen along the tight petals of her womanhood.

Her folds are neat and orderly, forming two pale lips that barely reveal the flush bud between them. And it’s soaking for me. Her nectar is running through her crease and spoiling the sheets. I lick my lips, and give my sister one last look. Her eyes are wide and trembling, her blue irises baring dilated pupils in the dark. Her pointed, freckled nose gleams with her rosy cheeks in the moonlight, and her luscious lips are parted in a panting, frightened gape.

“Please,” she begs, her eyebrows raising in her sorrowful plea, “Trish, don’t do this to me.”

I just smile back, and lower my face between her spread cheeks.

Her warmth encloses about my face as I dip my nose against the bottom of her slit. My tongue snakes from my mouth and tests the dripping fluid of my sister. I hear her gasp as she’s touched for the first time by another. The gasp is followed by a sob, but nothing else. She’s waiting for more. My tongue moves again, this time parting her petals, and sliding along the sweet crevasse.

She froths in response, her nectar flowing freely from her. Another gasp slips from her lips, but the sob does not follow. My tongue lingers along her folds, exploring her every crease, gently parting the tender flesh of her. She tastes delicious. My movements become more deliberate and less tentative. I slide my tongue through her with confidence, ever teasing the bottom of her clit, but not quite reaching it.

I’m listening for her while I’m savoring her flavor, listening for the crack in her defenses. A gasp, a whimper, and then…a moan. Muffled; she tried to hide it in the pillow, but it escaped her virgin mouth nonetheless. I reward her for her unwilling tenor of approval. My tongue reaches the engorged bump of her erogeneity. I curl it about her, and then flick once across. Her legs tremor slightly, and another sobbing moan seeps into the pillow. Another flick, and a similar reaction. I smile at the responsiveness of her body, and then step things up. Playtime’s over, honey.

My lips wrap around my sister’s clit. My fingers slide between her cheeks, stopping for a moment to graze her rim, before creeping to her oozing womanhood. Two digits glide into the tight depths of my sister, and my wrapping lips suck and rotate. She can’t help herself. Her head flings up from the pillow, her blonde hair flailing in an arc. Her mouth trembles for a moment, and then opens to yield a moan of pure delectability.

No more pretense is left in her voice, only the carnal sound of her pleasure. My fingers slide deeper into her, gently parting the tightness of her womanhood. I feel the clenching resistance of her depths, and push through her chastity. She cries out in pain and pleasure as the blood of her purity flows onto my invasion. I soothe her pain with the ardent sucking of my lips; pulling her clit all the way into my mouth and stretching the loose skin of her vulgar lips. Another tremor runs through her thighs, this one stronger than before.

Her glutes clench around my face, hugging me in a welcoming embrace. My fingers search her depths until they find what they’re looking for: the spot on her ceiling that drives a woman crazy. I press against it and slowly slide my prying members back and forth. My lips seal and rotate, my spit leaking from my mouth and onto her stretched vaginal flesh. Ally can’t hide it, can’t stop herself from singing out. A soft, desperate cry comes from her mouth, and her restrained arms tremble in gratitude.

I play with my twin sister like this, increasing the depth of my invading fingers, increasing the ardency of my sucking lips. She isn’t just moaning anymore; she’s squirming in delight and crying out. Her mouth is curled at the corners in a pleasure-stricken smile, and though the tears still flow from her eyes, the windows to her soul are gleaming with ravenous want. She looks back at me, and I look up at her. I pull my lips from her nectar-soaked slit and smile.

“You’re enjoying this!” I tease softly, my fingers placating her blooming defiance, and replacing it with subservient pleasure, “You like having your brother eat your pussy, don’t you?”

“N-n-no!” she manages to stammer out, though her back is twisting in in response my invading hand.

“In Jake’s fantasy,” I continue, the pace of my fingers still forcing my sister to reel in delight, “he eats you out, he fingers you; do you remember what I told you he wants after that?”

Ally’s eyes widen in fear. Her pleasure-stricken mouth still parts in gaping awe, but the luscious lips that rim it, are quivering.

“That’s right, Ally,” I muse with a smile, “Jake takes his cock,” my other hand joins in and begins caressing her taint, “and he forces it into your virgin asshole.”

Another incantation forms in Ally’s mind. This one isn’t a knock-out shot; this one is lethal. I stop the hemorrhaging spell in its tracks, sending a blast of pain into my sister’ skull.

“You just tried to kill me!” I laugh cruelly, “All that effort you made to get me here, and you were going to throw it all away for some rape?!”

“If you…” Ally pants, “If you touch me again-”

“You’ll do what?” I smirk, “Ally, I’m going to fuck your asshole now.”

Ally thrashes and screams for help. I silence her with her own panties, and revel in her humiliated expression. Her pale face is flush with rage, her blue eyes staring their fear into my own, her mouth puffed at the cheeks as she’s forced to taste the contents of her womanhood. I grin down at her, and once again, part the soft, pale cheeks that are making Jake hard as a rock.

I straddle Ally’s thighs, and slide my counter-part’s rigid member between his sister’s glutes, relishing the feeling of her warm softness surrounding me. Her juices froth from her slit without her permission, her body betraying the defiance of her mind. Her asshole is puckered, pink and clean, and it twitches as my shaft glides over it. Through the muffled sobs and pleas of my sister, I hear the murmur of an approving moan escape from her chest. I push down on my throbbing cock, pressing the tip against Ally’s tight, perfect sphincter. She whips her head around, her eyes giving me one last pleading look. I smirk at her fear, getting even harder in its expression. I spread her wider, force my way in.

It’s difficult to describe this feeling. Ally’s sphincter resists me for every inch, clinging desperately closed as I drive harder. Her neck is twisted unnaturally, her head shaking fervently in the final pleas for mercy. I’m not in yet, but I can feel her beginning to expand. I give her a courtesy spit, and watch as the string of saliva descends perfectly to her opening rim. My head eventually breaks through, and Ally’s back begins to flex concavely, her stomach pressing into the bed as her ribs and breasts lift from it.

I push deeper, and then…I’m in. Her rim encloses about the crease of shaft, sucking me into her greedily. A muffled scream erupts from Ally’s occupied mouth, her eyes widening, pain mixing with the fear that’s already written across them. I push deeper, savoring the feeling of her tight, warm insides enveloping me, twitching around me, hugging every curve of my girth. Ally’s thrashing beneath me, her back twisting and her legs kicking.

Her spine continues to arch with every inch I push into her, as though my cock were a lever for back. Slowly, gradually, I continue my descent, watching in amazement as her shit-hole gapes about me, as her rim thins to a white circle, as her glutes flex and twitch around what remains of my exposed shaft. I push the last inches of myself all the way in, and marvel at the feeling of her gripping asshole clinging to every bit of me. God, it’s the best feeling in the world.

“The hard part’s over, Sweetie,” I tease my screaming sister as I caress her arching back, “it’s all good from here. You did so well.”

Ally isn’t listening to me. She’s thrashing and screaming in agony, her restrained arms flexing to be freed, her wet eyes writhing in their sockets, looking back at her anal penetration in horror. I smile into those eyes and slowly withdraw, laughing at her expression as she sees her inner-flesh come out with me, her anal skin sheathed to my cock. She almost prolapses right there, but I push back in before she does. Ally jerks forward, her head whipping upward in a painful wretch, her back flexing so that every muscle stands up. I pull out, and push in again, increasing my pace and force with each thrust, marveling at the feeling of her tight insides constantly constricting about me.

I shift myself backward and push Ally’s ass up. Her thighs slide out from beneath me as her knees bend. I take a grip of my sister’s blonde hair and force her upward, making her bound arms and back press against my torso. She looks back at me, her eyes still wide in pain and fear, but the pleasure is beginning to show. The pleading stare no longer begs for reprieve, but for continuation. I can see the stream of thought seeping from her mind. ‘Rape me harder, Trish; break me open.’

“Ally,” I smile at her as I begin to thrust deeper into her defiled gape, “do you like this?”

Ally shakes her head.

“Don’t lie to me, Ally,” I whisper in her ear, and then lick the side of her face, “I can taste the truth on you.”

Ally turns her face from me, but I grip her chin and force her gaze back to mine. Her face is contorting deeper into the throes of her ecstasy. The wide-eyed stare she gives me is now seeped in pleasure. Her muffled tones no longer bare the screams of protest, but the ardent pants and moans of a woman in the jaws of ecstasy.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.” I smile, knowing the lines of her mind, “I’ll pull out, untie you, and we can pretend it never happened. Do you want me to do that?”

Ally nods her head; she thinks I’m bluffing.

“Ok,” I say, and pull out of her ass, her exhausted sphincter prolapsing, and forcing a sharp cry of delight from my sister, “we’ll stop.”

Ally’s face falls in dismay. Her eyes look at me pleadingly. She bows her head and muffles something.

“I’m sorry,” I smile, and pull her panties from her mouth, “I didn’t catch that.”

“I…” Ally says, her voice soft and faint, “I…don’t want you to stop.”

“What was that?” I smile.

“I want you to rape my ass.” She grumbles.

“Come again?” I tease.

“I WANT YOU TO RAPE MY ASS!” she screams, her voice etched in desperation, her eyes pleading-no-begging me to do so.

“Ally,” I laugh, “I was wondering about something: was I supposed to wake up tonight?”

“No,” Ally confesses, a coy smile forming across her lips, “you were supposed to stay dormant for two more days.”

“But…”

“But I shaved off fifteen more milligrams from Jake’s doses,” Ally grins, “so that you’d wake up tonight.”

“How long have you wanted to fuck your brother?” I ask her.

“Jake? I wanted to fuck Jake since we were fifteen. You? A bit longer than that.”

“And this whole thing…”

“I got a bikini wax and a bleaching two days ago,” Ally said, “just for this occasion. Ever since you told me about Jake’s anal rape fantasy, Trish, about how you wanted to do it so bad…I’ve been fingering my asshole every night thinking about it, about how I would react, how I should stay submissive, what thoughts I should let you see.”

“Let me see?!” I asked, completely dumbfounded.

“I learned how to block you out almost instantly,” Ally laughs, “I just drop a few hints, a few subtle inklings of my mind. Lead you on a bit.”

“Ally,” I laugh, shaking my head, “you’re just as-if not more-fucked up than me.”

“I know,” Ally smirks, “Tomorrow, Jake’s going to take my pussy virginity; I knew he couldn’t handle this fantasy.”

“But I could,” I smile as I press my cock between her glutes, “and I played right into your hand, didn’t I?”

“Does it make you angry that I manipulated you?” Ally smirks at me, “Do I need to be punished for it?”

“You’ve been such a naughty little slut.” I whisper in her ear.

“Yesssssss,” she hisses, “demean me, degrade me.”

“You’re a sick little whore,” I snarl as my hands reach around her and grip her full, pale breasts, “who wants to fuck her brother.”

“I am!” she moans, “I’m a shameless skank who wants to be raped in the ass!”

“I’m going to have to hurt you, Ally,” I say as my thumb and forefinger pinch a nipple in each hand, “I’m going to have to teach my new whore a lesson.”

“Teach me, Master!” she cries, “Punish me for being such a little slut!”

I angle my cock against her puckered sphincter and give her what she wants. She cries out in delight, her eyes still brimming with tears, her lips agape in part of ecstasy. Her warm insides welcome me with their clinging embrace, her prolapse internalizing as I push back in. Her head whips back until it’s resting on my chest, her panting mouth breathing her breath into my nostrils, her begging eyes staring her pleasure into my face.

I grin down at her as I pump harder and harder in her destroyed anus, my fingers stretching her nipples from her body, her ample, pale bosom deforming to conical spheres. Her brow furrows, her mouth screams, her back arches and her glutes flex about my cock. Her ass presses against my pelvis as I drive in, and her rim stretches from her pelvic floor as I pull out. Her body gyrates; her bound arms struggling behind her back, her thighs contracting, her hips grinding, her chest heaving as her breasts bounce in my pinching hands.

“Oh god, Trish,” Ally screams, “I’m coming!”

I let her breasts fall from my hands. They bounce in delightful jiggle, and then bob to the increasing cadence of our lust. I grip my sister’s thick, pale thighs, and push them forward. Her legs fall out from beneath her as I lean back into a sitting position. I continue pulling her legs up until her knees are in line with her ears. I slide my elbows beneath the backs of her knees and lock my fingers together behind her head, forcing her face to look down at what I’m doing to her. She squeals in delight, her anus contracting and convulsing, her abs flexing as her ankles dangle helplessly above her head.

Her pelvic floor stretches from her body with each pull; my girth bringing her insides out of her, sending spasms shooting up her spine. She’s screaming now, an endless, unbroken note that fluctuates to the chaotic cadence of my thrusts. Her entire body is shaking with the speed of our sex; her breasts jiggling wildly, her ass rippling in delicious waves of flesh, her hair flailing in a mess of blonde. Her scream turns to hoarse sobs, “oh, my god, oh my god,” is all her mouth can say.

I turn my sister’s face to my own. Her lips are quivering and agape, a permanent expression of shocked euphoria strewn across her pretty face. I gaze into her pleasure-warped eyes and bring her mouth to my own. It’s the first time either of us has been kissed. Somehow, I know exactly what to do, but Ally is obviously a novice. I guide her through it, opening her mouth and sharing her tongue with my own.

Her flavor permeates inside me, her wet member entangling and wrestling with my own. Our lips suck gently about each other as we express the pleasure of our bodies. She breaks from the kiss to yield another screech. Her anus convulsing wildly, her pelvis shooting contracting spasms up her spine. She stares at me, her eyes wide and brimming, her brow furrowed, her lips parted wide, her cheeks flushed and her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Then she flings her head back and screams louder than ever before.

The muscles in her abdomen flex and twitch wildly, her asshole clenches around me in a lusty vice. Lecherous tones erupt from her chest as her chaotic breath mingles with her soprano note. I feel the quaking in Jake’s nethers, the tell-tale sign that the end is near. Ally’s head wrenches forward, her shoulders pinning back, digging their blades into my chest.

A stream of feminine juices erupts from her pussy, showering us with her sweet stink. Her back arches in a violent return, sending her head flailing back, and jutting her breasts forward. My hands leave the back of my sister’s head, and greedily sink their fingers into her flailing breasts. She’s no longer screaming, but mouthing soundlessly to me, her mind completely gone in the wake of her first sexual orgasm. I feel the last of me give way to the building sensation, and I roar out in Jake’s voice, thrusting my sister into the air as I unload into her ruined gape. She finds her voice and joins my own in a harmony of lust, our bodies rising in crescendo as the last beats of our sex smack skin-to-skin.

We fade down together, our breathing heavy and panting, our bodies wet with the strain of our lust. I fall backward, and she collapses on top of me. We lay there for a while, recovering from the intensity, regaining control of our minds. The dopamine rush kicks in; evolution telling me that I did good. I finally find the strength to unbind my sister, and she rotates on top of me and plants a passionate, thankful kiss on my lips. I tangle a hand in her blonde hair and return it. We part, a string of saliva bridging our mouths, and we stare into one another’s eyes.

“That’s a hell of a way to lose your virginity.” I laugh.

“I’m still a virgin,” Ally smiles, “the ol’ poop-hole loophole.”

“You’re saving it for Jake, huh?” I ask.

“Yeah,” Ally says, rolling to her side and nestling her head on my chest, “a romantic, gentle first time.”

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s how you really like it,” I smirk, “you little anal slut.”

“Shut up, Trish,” Ally giggles, “there’s more to my sexuality than just a hard fuck. With you, I want to be violent and aggressive, but with Jake, I want to be loving and tender.”

“Jake still thinks of you as his sister,” I say, “you’ll have a hard time convincing him to do anything.”

“And you?” I ask, “Are you not my sister, and am I not yours?”

“Well, yeah, I see you as a sister, but that just makes it hotter for me,” I laugh, and fill my hand with her supple ass, “you and I are a set of depraved twins. I didn’t know how fucked up you were though.”

“I spent too much time in my own head after they put the regulators on me,” Ally says, “I had…a lot of dark thoughts go through me; mostly aimed at Jake for stepping off the side of that curb without looking. I killed a man, Trish; that changes you.”

“And somehow, murder turned you into a masochistic, incestuous deviant,” I smirked, “who planned out her own rape days in advance.”

“I’m a mess, I know,” Ally sighs, “but I think we’ll need a couple of damaged women in the days and weeks to come. Things are going to get bad, Trish; people are going to die.”

“And we’re going to kill them,” I say, bringing her close, “we’re going to kill them all.”

“Have you made contact with Sydney?” Ally asks me.

“I have,” I say, “we’ll meet her and Ashley at the convention tomorrow.”

We were silent for a moment, and then Ally spoke what we were both thinking.

“How the fuck are we going to tell Jake about this?” she asks me, “I told him I’d mediate between you two when you were supposed to come out. He’s going to wake up tomorrow with memories of anally fucking his sister!”

“Eh,” I shrugged indifferently, “he should just be happy I didn’t try a complete take-over.”

“Would you?” Ally asked.

“Not if you live up to your side of the bargain.” I reply.

“That…” Ally trails off, “I have no idea how to tell him.”

“It’s easy: ‘hey, Jake, you know how I saved your life that one time, and how I’m currently saving your life now? Well, in exchange for saving your life, you have to become a she-male.'”

“And then Jake tucks his dick between his legs, and high-tails it to Michigan.” Ally responds.

“Where they’ll catch him, experiment on him, and kill him…kill us.” I reply.

“Do they know about you yet?” Ally asks, referring to the companies that would pursue us, “Can you see them?”

“Representatives from Enhanced Engineering are at our house right now,” I say gravely, “they suspected Jake and I for a while, but now they’ve got government clearance to enter a crime scene. Ally, I can spy on them for a while, but once they find out what I am, they’ll put jammers on, and then we won’t see them coming.”

“Time is short,” Ally says, “we’ll need to get out of here soon.”

“After we meet up with Sydney and Ashley,” I say, “then we’ll go deeper.”

Parent Post: Two Halves of a Whole – by White Walls

• Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1B
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