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Pre-Story- I didnt write this, id ont own it, dont getpayed for it. For those who ask and want to know i dont know who wrote my stories i get sent them from my friends so i dont know the author sorry. Ill post it if i find out. Enjoy. .....Oh only three chpaters to this story.
"Kara, you know there's no way I can afford to buy you two a car. We're stretched to the limit as it is."
"Bull-fucking-shit!" Kara screamed. "We live in this big-assed mansion, and you're telling me we can't afford a fucking car? Don't lie to me you stupid cunt! I know better!" Kara stomped off, her sister Jenna trailing behind.
Beverly slumped down into an easy chair. It had gone about as expected. Jenna and Kara were her adopted daughters - twins - and they had been a handful from the start. Though they'd been sweet at first, they'd still been rambunctious. Beverly and her husband Rick had thought that normal for four-year-olds. But it never eased up, and the two became more and more demanding.
When they'd reached the age of ten, however, something ominous had happened. It had suddenly become impossible to disobey actual orders from them. Of course, it was unusual enough that a ten-year-old would give orders, but they did. And those orders were obeyed. There was no "or else" to it: there simply was no way to resist their orders. The girls had complete control of the family.
Beverly looked back on the past several years. Her own twin daughters, Crystal and Skye, had been completely subjugated, and would not challenge the older twins at all anymore. Her son, Ray, was older than all of the other children, but he, too, was in the thrall of the girls' mental powers.
Her husband, Rick, had abandoned them all two years ago. Beverly had done what she could to keep the family functioning, but without Rick, she had no support, no one to lean on to help control the girls. It was becoming more than she could bear.
Ray Moondancer was coming home from an afternoon of swimming. He spent just as much time away from home as he could manage. There was nothing he could do about his sisters, and he didn't like the constant strain at home. Jenna and Kara would only allow him just so much freedom, though. He didn't dare press his luck, for their revenge was something he had seen too often to tempt it.
Entering the house, he found his mother sitting in a chair in the living room. He closed the door quietly, hoping that the evil twins would not know he was home. He walked over, and gave his mom a hug, which she returned. He straightened, but then he felt it.
No. They can't really want me to do that, he thought to himself. Glancing sideways, he saw his mother's face go pale. So, they're going to force this. Why? What did I do? It didn't take long to realize that it probably wasn't him. This would be far more humiliating to his mother than it would be for him.
The real issue he had to decide now was whether or not to fight it. Ray had been free of the twin's power for over a month now. The spirit of his great-grandfather had appeared to him, and told him that he was old enough to receive the power of the Moon Dancer family. As a member of the Tehokawee Indian tribe, Ray never doubted the authenticity of the vision. It had been confirmed when he was able to resist commands from his sisters. He had instantly realized that, if he revealed this to them, life could become very unpleasant for everyone else in the house. Though he could fight them, there was no way he could protect his mother, or his younger sisters.
The problem was, could he go through with what they were attempting to force him to do? Could he do that? If he didn't, what anger, what pain, would it generate? He knew the twins were vicious, and evil. Ever since they'd gained their powers, they had tormented all of them unmercifully. They had used him for the last year as a living sex doll, toying with him whenever their urges arose. He hadn't really minded that so much at first: sex was sex, after all, but they had begun to get cruel about it.
But could he do this?
"Please, God, no," his mother whispered next to him.
What will they do to Mom if I don't?
His great-grandfather had told him that his father had been granted the power to resist their mind control, as well. That was when he had left. He had not been able to stand by his family. For that, Ray hated him. Ray had thought, for perhaps a full minute, about leaving when he had gained the ability to break their control. But what would happen to the others?
Ray Moondancer could not leave his mother or sisters in the hands of "the bitches of Eastwick" as he called them. There was no way he could turn his back on those that loved him, those that had nurtured and cared for him. He was as certain that he could not leave his family as he was that the sun would set this evening.
But could he do this?
I don't have a choice. If I don't do it, they'll do something even worse. He wondered what worse they could come up with, then decided he didn't want to know. Ray turned to his mother, having spent only a few seconds in thought, though it had seemed much longer. He knew that the twins would not notice this small lapse in time.
He reached out and took his mother's hand. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She was crying as he pulled her gently up out of the chair, and led her to her bedroom. He didn't bother closing the door, for he knew that the whole point of this exercise was that they would want to watch.
Leading her to the bed, Ray turned around and faced her. He whispered softly in her ear, "I'm sorry, Mom. We've got to do this." His mother did not know that he was free of his sisters; she was not surprised that he was going along.
Ray, however, was shaking slightly. He was sure everyone would attribute it to an attempt to fight the control of his sisters. Only he knew that it was because he wasn't sure he was prepared for this. Most boys fantasize about their mother at some point, though most pass it off as silly, or even disgusting. Ray had fantasies about his mother on a regular basis, but certainly had never thought to do anything about them. Now, he was being "forced" to live out his fantasy. He only wished that his mother were a willing participant. No one should be raped in this manner.
"I love you, Beverly," Ray said, using his mother's name in an attempt to help her forget who was making love to her. She looked into his eyes, and there was love and gratitude there. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers. She closed her eyes and let herself respond. There was nothing they could do but do it, and so there was no need to make the experience unpleasant. Ray pressed his tongue softly forward, and Beverly's lips parted to allow it into her mouth. He lavished the inside of her mouth with soft strokes as his hands caressed her back.
Ray broke their kiss, and stepped around behind his mother. She turned her head to follow his movements, but kept her body still. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the evil twins watching from the doorway. He noticed that, already, Jenna's hand was fondling Kara's tit. He returned his attention to Beverly, his hands stroking her sides. Her soft brown eyes begged him for many things, not the least of which was for more contact.
Moving his hands upward, dragging them softly across her body, he brushed across her tits as he started to undo her blouse. Beverly sighed softly at the feel of his hands on her large breasts. Slowly he undid the buttons, focusing strongly on his actions. He was doing his best to ignore the fact that he had company, watching him and his mother. He was not, however, trying to ignore the fact that it was his mother that he was with.
Finally, the blouse was undone, and Ray pulled it out of Beverly's jeans. He stepped back just far enough to pull the garment gently off her shoulders and then tossed it into a chair. He took the opportunity, while he was away from her body, to undo her bra. As he stepped back against her, he pushed it off her and let it tumble to the floor in front of her. His mother was a full half-foot shorter than his own 5' 11" height, and so he could easily look down to see her soft, yielding 34D breasts. His hands automatically slipped down over them, cupping them gently and massaging the flesh with his fingers moving in small circles. Another moan escaped Beverly's lips.
He continued his actions for a few more moments, before he stepped back away from her. He pulled his T-shirt off, tossing it on top of her blouse. Stopping to consider, he kicked off his sneakers and removed his jeans, as well. His socks went naturally with the jeans. Now wearing only his briefs, he stepped forward, his body in contact with his mother. He heard one of the twins sigh, but he shut that out of his mind.
The feel of his mother's body against his skin was electric. His hands returned to caressing her tits, his thumbs rolling gently over her nipples, causing them to harden and stand out from her breasts. He leaned down and kissed her on the nape of her neck, then allowed his lips and tongue to draw a line upward, past her jaw to her earlobe. He kissed and tongued this for quite a while, his hands continuing to play on her chest.
Finally, Ray whispered, "You have a beautiful body, Bev. It's an honor to be able to touch it." He didn't normally talk this way, but that was the point: he didn't want her to remember it was him.
Beverly was squirming in his embrace now. Her body was fully ready for this encounter, son or not. Her breathing was deep and rasping. Her chest was pressed into Ray's hands, forcing more contact. The things his tongue were doing to her ear were melting her insides and setting fire to her private places.
Ray continued to touch and fondle his mother, but moved his hands downward, massaging her abdomen for a while before slipping his hands onto the buttons of her jeans. He undid these quickly, but did not push the jeans down. Instead, his hand slipped inside her pants, running down along her panties until his middle finger slipped between her legs. Beverly moaned as his finger slipped along her cunt lips, feeling the wetness that had already gathered there.
Feeling his mother's heat and readiness, Ray slowly pulled his hand back out, and then pushed her jeans off her hips. They were tight, and began to pull her panties with them. He decided that was a good thing, and then tugged on her panties until both jeans and underwear fell off her hips. He knelt, and helped her to step out of her clothing, now leaving her completely naked.
Ray stared quite blatantly at his mother's pussy. The hair was jet black, and hid most of her groin, but he could still see her lips poking out through it. He longed to press his lips to her moistness, but he knew that his sisters would find that odd, and so he couldn't do it. As he slid back up her body, he did give a soft kiss to each of her nipples, eliciting a moan of approval from her.
Once he'd stood up straight, Ray looked over at the twins, to see that they were just barely paying attention to him and Beverly anymore. Both of them had removed their clothes, and were fondling each other. He knew, though, that they would know what was going on. He couldn't try to fake anything.
His mother caught his attention as her hand came to his cheek. He looked into her still-watery eyes, and smiled. She said softly, "Baby, they want me to... to... suck you." She nearly choked on the words, as she pressed her son backward, into a sitting position on the bed. He lifted his hips as she carefully removed his briefs, and then knelt.
Beverly had expected the seven-inch cock between Ray's legs. Rick had been well-hung, and he'd once told her it was something of a family trait. Her hand reached out and softly encircled the shaft, feeling the blood pulsing along it. Ray was almost fully hard already, and wouldn't need much work.
Brushing her long black hair out of her face, Beverly leaned over and placed a kiss on the head of her son's dick. Ray shivered at the feel of it. She understood that he was enjoying it, and truth be told, if it had been anybody else she were doing it to, she probably wouldn't mind, either. But to force her own son to do this to her...
Returning her mind to her job, Beverly opened her mouth and began to take Ray inside. Her tongue slipped wetly along his shaft as her lips slid along the skin, keeping contact with his entire cock.
Ray was in heaven. He had not had a blowjob before, the twins of course would not debase themselves to give him pleasure in this manner, and his one other sexual encounter had not been oral. He had not anticipated just how good it would feel to have a mouth on his prick. His mother was moving slowly, trying to adjust to his size, but her hand was stroking that part of him not inside her mouth. Her other hand came up to caress his balls, and Ray had to really fight for control.
He knew, however, that was a losing battle. It took only a minute before his balls began to tighten. Beverly, feeling the sensation, knew what it meant. She increased her sucking, and caressed his balls in more feathery touches, as if to tickle the cum out of them. It worked, for Ray held out less than ten seconds after that, shooting his load into his mother's hot mouth. Beverly, knowing her instructions, swallowed every last bit of it. The twins could not have known that she would have done that in any case.
As soon as he was done with his climax, Ray pulled himself out of his mother's mouth, and pulled her gently up off the floor into his arms. They both slid back onto the bed, and Ray cradled Beverly to his body. They kissed, passionately and with some urgency. It didn't take long before Ray's cock was fully erect again, and ready for action.
He broke their kiss, and rolled on top of his mother. He placed his dick at her entrance, but then stopped. Looking down into her sweet face, he really wished that this was genuine. "Are you ready?" he asked her softly. She nodded, her eyes filled with mind-controlled lust.
Ray pressed in softly, making it in only a little ways. He slowly pulled back out, and started in again. Inch by inch, he eased his cock into his mother's pussy. He loved the feel of her cunt gripping his prick. Once he'd managed to bury himself inside her, he paused, allowing them to savor the feel of their union. His mother smiled up at him, and wiggled her hips in small circles.
"It's okay, baby," she said in a soft voice. "I need you, now."
He knew just what she meant. Whether or not this was voluntary, they'd both reached the point where, if the girls had left them alone to themselves, they would still have screwed each other.
Ray began to thrust into his mother in slow, smooth strokes that took his cock almost all the way out of her before he pushed back in. Beverly was immediately moaning in pleasure. He leaned down and began to suck at one of her tits, and her hands immediately tangled in his shoulder-length black hair, pulling him harder onto her nipple as his tongue flicked against it.
His strokes grew faster little by little, and Beverly's moans grew louder. He released her tits and looked down at her, enjoying the way her head turned from side to side in pleasure. He continued to thrust into her, moving his hands down to her hips for better leverage. She groaned in passion, thrusting her hips back up to meet his every downward move.
Beverly was given a command, and they switched positions. Ray moved to sit against the headboard, and his mother sank down onto his cock, sitting in his lap. She began to bounce on him, her tits rolling excitingly on her chest. Ray took them into his hands, softly groping them and tweaking the nipples to send Beverly higher. She began to grunt as she moved on him, his hips slamming back up into her as she came down on his shaft.
The two began to climb their final peak together. His mother was working for this, and he had held off as long as he could. Her mouth sought and found his as their bodies mashed together. He felt the hot points of her nipples digging into his chest, the soft suppleness of her tits pressing against him, and the moist heat of her cunt gripping his dick. Soon, the slithering wetness of her tongue invaded his mouth, and dueled with its counterpart. Ray was in ecstasy, and he couldn't hold out much longer.
As Ray's cum blasted into her pussy, Beverly's orgasm overwhelmed her. Their bodies thrashed together on the bed as they each enjoyed the power of their climax. It took some time before they could even settle from their wild passion, but they still moved together as they gasped and moaned through the remainder of their pleasure.
By the time the two had settled down, Ray noticed that the twins had left. They had seen what they needed to see, he supposed. He felt wetness on his chest, and he knew his mother was crying. His dick was still buried inside her, though he was beginning to soften. Wrapping his strong arms around her, he held her as she wept.
Ray held his mother until she stopped crying, his dick slipping from her without fanfare. She kept apologizing to him, over and over, until he finally had to tell her to stop. He held onto her for probably longer than he ought to, but he had actually enjoyed the little tryst, and he didn't want to let go of it so quickly. Finally, he let her up, and she immediately went into the bathroom to clean up. At least she's not taking a shower, he thought to himself. That would have made him feel like he had raped her. She came out, still nude, and seemingly unembarrassed by her state. He had gotten up and put his pants on, and he looked at her for a second, and then to her clothes. He shook his head and handed her a bathrobe instead.
Taking it, she said softly, "Thank you, baby." Putting the robe on, but not tying it, she leaned against him, hugging him gently. "Are you okay?" she asked, her concern quite genuine.
How to tell her he was far more than okay, that he was happy? His sisters had unknowingly done him a favor, though it was obviously taking its toll on his mother, which he was sure was the point of the exercise. He swallowed his anger at them to answer his mom.
"Yeah, I'm okay. How about you? You gonna be all right?"
She looked up into his eyes, and he smiled warmly at her. "What are we going to do about them?" she asked quietly, hoping to God that neither of the sisters was listening.
"I don't know," he answered in a whisper. "But we'll do it together."
The rest of the night was very quiet. Dinner had been a solemn affair, and even Crystal and Skye knew enough not to intrude with questions. The evil twins held a superior, smug look on their faces that made Ray want to punch them both. He knew that he could actually do just that, but the consequences to the others would be too high.
Ray turned in early, wanting to get some sleep after the stress of the day. He drifted off to sleep without too much trouble, but his dreams were disturbing. He could make no sense of them, and one of them finally jolted him upright out of a dead sleep.
Or had it been the dream?
It was instantly obvious to Ray that he was not alone in the room.
"Great-grandfather," he whispered in awe. "What are you doing here?"
The spirit of Ray's ancestor rose from where it sat on the floor. Ray could see through the spirit with difficulty, but it radiated light, and so was hard to stare at for any length of time. It crossed the short distance to the bed, and stood over him, chanting something in Tehokawee that Ray could not understand. Finished, he made a sign with his hand, just above Ray's head.
Ray felt a jolt, and his body tingled. This was far more than had happened the last time his great-grandfather had come to visit him, and he was becoming concerned. He looked at the spirit, hoping that there would be an explanation coming.
The spirit, finished with its chant, sat down on the end of Ray's bed. "Tiko," the spirit said. It was the one Tehokawee word that Ray knew, it was the word for "friend", and it was the standard greeting among the tribe. The spirit continued, "I have come back because it is time to grant you the rest of your powers. I would have given these powers to your father, but he showed himself to be a weak man."
"The bastard." Realizing what he'd said, he blushed. "Sorry, great-grandfather."
The spirit smiled at him. "You passed the test tonight. Although I wish that the evil ones had not perverted you in that manner, you refused to run, even from such a thing as this."
"I can't leave Mom."
"Yes. That is why I have come back. Tonight, I have granted you a new power. I have given you the true power of the Moon Dancer. You now have the strength to control time around you."
"I know, you do not understand. I cannot tell you now exactly what this means. You must travel to your homeland. You must find Cloud Runner, the chief shaman of the tribe. Only he and I together can teach you what you need to know. Go soon, for things may become worse here quickly."
"I understand, great-grandfather. I will do as you ask."
"Very good, Tiko. I will await your arrival there."
The spirit faded out of existence, and Ray was left with an empty room, a head full of ideas, and a splitting headache. He lay back down, and was immediately asleep.
Ray woke up early the next morning. He saw that it was not yet six. He rose silently and dressed. He slipped quietly down the hall into his mother's room. She no longer slept in the master bedroom, for the girls had kicked her out of it two days after Ray's father had left. That meant that they slept in an area of the house away from the others, and that suited Ray just fine. It meant he could talk to his mother now without the worry of being seen.
Sitting on her bed, he gently shook his mother's shoulder. She awoke slowly, and turned to face him. As she did, the covers fell off her body, and he saw that she wasn't wearing anything to sleep in. He blushed fiercely as he turned his head away.
"Mm. Good morning, Ray." Seeing his blush, she said, "Well, it's not like you haven't seen everything I've got, now." She smiled at him.
Turning back to her, he grabbed the covers and gently pulled them up over her chest. "That doesn't make it proper for me to stare at you, Mom." She said nothing, but smiled up at her son. "I need to talk to you. I have to take a trip."
She was coming fully awake now. "Where? When?" she asked, concerned.
"As soon as possible. I need to go to the reservation."
"I need..." he couldn't tell her the truth, she'd think he was nuts. "I need to study our family's history. I don't want to lose the Tehokawee heritage." He hoped she would buy this; he didn't like lying to his mother.
"Okay," she said after a moment's consideration. "When do you want to leave?"
"Right now," he answered. Seeing her reaction, "I don't want Jenna and Kara to know I'm going until I'm gone. They might want to stop me." He knew if he could get past the end of the driveway before they awoke, their powers would not be able to catch him. More importantly, they knew that, and so wouldn't try, and he wouldn't have to show them that they couldn't control him anymore.
Beverly nodded. "Okay, let me get up and make you something to take with you."
He helped her out of bed, averting his gaze as much as possible. He didn't want to seem like he was leering at her as she dressed. She smiled at him, but said nothing. Finally, dressed, she led him out of the room into the kitchen.
The house the Moondancers lived in was huge. It was inherited from one of Beverly's relatives, and was far more space than they really needed. The kitchen was isolated at the back of the house, and so there was no risk of them waking anybody as they moved around, preparing both lunch for Ray, and a gift for their relatives on the reservation.
An hour later, all things prepared, Ray climbed into their old car. It was barely reliable, and often did not run. Ray couldn't take the good car, for his mother would need that to get to work. He could only hope this one would make the trip.
Beverly leaned in and gave her son a soft peck on the lips. He was startled, for she had never done that before. "I'll explain things to Crystal and Skye. Please hurry back. The other two will probably not like the fact that you're gone."
"I know. I don't like leaving you here with them, alone."
"I'll be okay, baby. You go, learn what you need to learn, but come back as soon as you can."
"I will." He crossed his fingers as he turned the ignition key, and was surprised that the engine caught quickly. Perhaps it was a good sign. He pulled out of the driveway, and turned to wave to his mother, who was watching him leave. He put the car in gear, and was quickly down the street, away from his evil sisters. The thought of fleeing entered his mind again, but he knew that he couldn't actually do it. For, though he had left behind two evil sisters, he had also left behind two sweet sisters, the kindest people on the planet, as far as he was concerned. Not to mention a mother he loved more than life itself.
He turned toward the reservation.
It was nearly a month later when Ray returned home. He had spent many intense days learning what he needed to know about controlling time, and what he could and could not do. He had considered, both during his stay on the reservation, and during his long drive home, what he should do with his power.
Of one thing he was certain: Jenna and Kara wouldn't like it.
Ray pulled in the driveway just after noon. It was a hot day, and he was glad to be home. The air-conditioning in the car didn't work, which meant that he was sweaty and dusty, and very thirsty. He pulled the clunker into its usual spot, and turned it off. The way the thing shuddered before it finally died out, he wondered if it would ever move again.
Climbing out of the car, he headed into the house through the garage, hoping that the evil twins would not be anywhere in that part of the house. Closing the door softly, he could hear loud music coming from the part of the house where the master bedroom was found. He found it strange that Jenna and Kara hadn't taken over the whole house; they stuck very much to the rooms in that wing, which no one else entered unless bidden.
He headed to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. There he found his mother, making herself something for lunch. She turned fearfully at hearing light footsteps, figuring the girls were up to something. When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and a smile burst onto her face.
"Ray!" she cried, dropping the knife she was using on the counter, and running to him. She embraced him strongly, and he had no choice but to hug back. "God, I missed you!" she said with feeling. Leaning back, she looked at him, and then she leaned up and kissed him, full on the mouth. Ray was stunned. His mother was not the kind of person who kissed her children that way. He had to admit, however, that he enjoyed the kiss, once his shock started to wear off. He held her tightly, and kissed back, savoring the feel of her against him.
After some moments, she broke the kiss, and he could see a twinkle in her eyes. "I really missed you," she whispered.
He smiled at her and said, "I see that. If this is the kind of welcome home I get, I'm leaving more often!" He chuckled, and she blushed slightly.
To regain her composure, she asked, "Have you eaten? Let me make you some lunch."
"That sounds great. What I really need, though, is something to drink."
In short order, Ray was munching on a thick sandwich, with a tall glass of iced tea to wash it down with. It was his second glass so far.
"So," he said, trying to get back to business, "how were they while I was gone?"
Beverly's face fell. "Terrible. They've been abusive, mean, cruel... especially to your sisters." Jenna and Kara were no longer "his sisters" by anyone's reckoning.
Ray's face took a downward turn. "Dammit. I really hated to leave you guys here with them."
Beverly reached across and caressed his arm. He felt a warm tingle where she touched him. "We know that, Sweetheart. Did you learn what you needed to?"
"Oh, yes," he said, with barely controlled eagerness at what he was going to do with that knowledge.
"Well, I'm glad. When you finish lunch, you should go talk with your sisters. They've missed you terribly... and they didn't get to say good-bye like I did." She winked at him, and he blushed, thinking of the kiss she had given him that day. It was nothing like the returning one, though.
"Perhaps they can say hello, then," he said with a smirk. Beverly giggled.
Ray's sisters were, indeed, happy to see him, and the three spent the afternoon together, talking about things and catching up on all the shit the other twins had pulled while he was away. Ray was tempted to tell Crystal and Skye about his new powers, but he didn't think they'd believe him, and he wasn't ready to start messing around with time with other people involved just yet. He'd had quite a bit of practice on the reservation, but he was still a little insecure about his abilities. He knew that things would get ugly if the evil twins knew about his power before he was ready to confront them.
When they all finally came down for dinner, Jenna and Kara were a little surprised to see him back. They'd been out of the house most of the afternoon, and hadn't seen him come in, so they hadn't known he was home.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Kara snarled.
"Visiting relatives," he answered quietly, not wanting to give any hint of what would soon be coming their way.
"So nice of you to ask if you could," Jenna sneered. Ray didn't feel that needed a response.
Dinner was a very strained event. Everyone was uncomfortable with the situation. Jenna and Kara knew that something was odd about Ray, but had no clue what it was. The others only knew that there would be trouble. Ray, of course, understood things best of all, but was still unsure of himself. It made for a quiet meal. Afterward, he retreated to the safety of his bedroom. Luckily, the evil twins made no call for him this evening. He was sure, however, that there would be a price to pay for his little trip.
Finally, it was time for bed. Ray was actually glad that school was beginning soon; it gave the sisters additional targets, and they seemed less inclined to hold the family in an iron grip. He also looked forward to seeing his girlfriend, Jolene. She was away at summer camp, and wouldn't be back until right before school started. He'd missed her terribly, but there was nothing he could do about it except wait for her.
Ray turned off his bedroom light and undressed, then climbed into bed. He was tired from the long drive and the tension of the evening, and was certainly ready to fall asleep. He was, in fact, almost asleep when he heard his bedroom door open. His eyes snapped open, worried that it might be one of the evil twins, or both of them. The door closed just as quietly, and he felt a weight press down on the bed just as he began to turn over.
"Mom?" he said, somewhat incredulously. She was wearing the flimsiest of nightgowns, and she was smiling at her son. Once she knew he was sure of who it was, she lifted the covers and slid in beside him. Slipping over next to him, she hugged him tightly. Ray was in no position to refuse her advance, and so he returned the embrace warmly. He could actually feel her trembling.
"I'm so glad you're back, Sweetheart," she whispered. She leaned up, and they kissed warmly. Ray ran his hand over her back, but avoided reaching down to her ass. He did not have the energy for what that would begin.
Beverly seemed to understand that, and did not press her son for more. She was just so happy to have him back, to be close to him again. Over the month that he'd been gone, she'd come to understand how much that one experience, caused by her vicious adopted daughters, had changed her. She couldn't help loving her son, and she honestly wanted to make love to him again, but she could wait.
After cuddling for a little while longer, she kissed her son good night, and then rolled over. She snuggled back against him, and he put his arm over her. She sighed at the comfort of having a strong man holding her again, and then closed her eyes. It wasn't long before both of them were asleep.
By the time Ray made his way downstairs the next morning, everyone else was up and about their tasks. When he'd woken up two hours earlier, he'd found his mother gazing at him, waiting for him to wake up. They'd made love passionately, this time without the 'encouragement' of the twins. It felt much better to Ray this time, having his mother in his arms of her own free will. It had tired him out enough, though, that he needed a short nap. He was still a little frazzled from the previous day.
He bumped into Jenna as he was coming into the kitchen. She sneered at him and said, "It's about time you got the fuck up. I want you in my room after lunch." She pushed at his mind to enforce her will. He made no reaction to that other than to nod his head. He knew that the price for his trip would begin now, and was likely to last until school started. Or at least, that's what the twins thought.
Ray sat down to his bowl of cereal a few minutes later, and considered just what he wanted to do to Jenna and Kara. Certainly they needed to be punished for what they had done. For the last five years, they had tormented and dictated to the other members of the house, and it was high time they got a dose of reality rained on their parade. He just wasn't sure how to get started.
Well, it'll come to me, he thought to himself. And he was right: it would.
After lunch, Ray stalled as long as he could, but when he began to feel Jenna's mind probing for his location, he made his way into that wing of the house and knocked on the twins' bedroom door.
"Get your ass in here!" Jenna called out. Ray opened the door to find the fifteen-year-old wearing nothing but a long T-shirt, which came down past her hips. The worst part of all of this for Ray was that he found both of the twins incredibly sexy and beautiful. He gazed at Jenna's body, noting the swell of her breasts, and the ample curves of her body. Both of the twins were just slightly pudgy, but to most of the boys who saw them, it only made them more desirable. Her golden blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail right now, and it revealed her round face to wonderful effect.
"You had a lot of fucking nerve going off without asking us if you could," she snarled. "Remember who runs this house, you dick."
Ray remained silent, but inwardly, he was thinking, You may run the house now, but you won't for much longer. What he said to her was what she expected him to say. "What do you require of me?"
Jenna stared at him for a long moment, and then raised her foot. "Lick my feet clean."
The very thought of it nearly made Ray vomit. He could see that she'd been walking around barefoot all morning. Her foot was gross. At this point, Ray had to decide, again, whether he would go through with this or not. Then he got an idea.
To Jenna, Ray nodded, but his eyes closed as he began the process of controlling time. It took only a second before he opened his eyes and cried out, "Mai-ako!" The last part of the ritual, it froze time in place. Strangely, to Ray, no one ever actually heard him say the word, even though time didn't stop until he finished saying it. He looked at his sister for a moment, and contemplated doing something mean, but it wasn't yet time for that.
Going into the bathroom, Ray grabbed a washcloth. With a bit of concentration, he was able to cause the water to flow out of the tap. This was a struggle, and he was glad he only had to do it for a few seconds, just long enough to wet the cloth thoroughly. Turning off the water, so it wouldn't make a mess when time restarted, he went back to Jenna. He took her raised foot in his hand, and thoroughly scrubbed it with the cloth. He was sure it would turn pink when time restarted from the rough cleaning he gave it. Finished with that foot, he lifted the other foot and cleaned it just as thoroughly before setting it back in its original position.
Once he'd dumped the wash cloth into the hamper, he returned to where he'd been when time had frozen. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he took a deep breath and muttered "O-kai-am." Time restarted, and he still was not looking forward to his task. He did note, however, that Jenna's foot was, indeed, a blush color now.
"Well? Get on with it!" she snarled.
Ray knelt down and took her foot in his hand. He ran his tongue along the ball of her foot, thankful that it tasted, now, just like any other piece of skin. As he knew was expected, he lavished his attention on her foot, moving his tongue over the entire surface, and then finishing up by sucking on each of her toes. He repeated this action with her other foot. He was surprised to hear a soft moan come from her mouth before he finished up.
When he was done, he looked up at her, to see her staring at him lustfully.
"Strip," was all she said.
Ray rose and, without fanfare, removed all of his clothing. They knew he hated them, and they never expected seduction. It was clear, however, that Jenna couldn't possibly care less at this point. She was staring hungrily at his body.
Once Ray had gotten all of his clothes up and was once again standing in front of her, Jenna pulled the hem of her T-shirt up to her navel, exposing her sopping wet cunt to Ray's view. She ran her fingers down between her legs, as if to prepare herself for him, though the squishing sound her fingers caused made it abundantly clear that it wasn't necessary.
"If I don't get off, you'll have to fuck me again. And again, until I come. Now get your fucking prick inside me!" It was clear that Jenna was more than just horny. Her thoughts were compelling him to do her hard and fast, and so he moved quickly to the bed.
Climbing between her legs, Ray positioned his cock at her opening. She wrapped her one hand around his dick to make sure he didn't go anywhere, and then she began to wiggle her hips. Ray took hold of her shirt and yanked it up over her tits. He was tempted to yank it all the way up over her face, but didn't figure he could get away with that. Taking a deep breath, he slammed his way into her box.
Jenna screamed in ecstasy with his first plunge, but Ray didn't let up on her. As soon as his prick hit bottom, he pulled halfway out and rammed home again. He was pile-driving the little bitch beneath him, enjoying the only feeling of power he ever had over the twins; he was able to make them come.
Jenna was writhing beneath him already, gasping and moaning in her pleasure. Ray was rutting into her, grunting with the effort. Neither of them heard Kara come in, nor would they have cared. She stood, watching Ray fuck her sister, and planned to get some of her own later. She didn't like following her sister, so she would wait until Ray had cleaned up. What irritated her now was how much fun it looked like Ray was having.
Just as Jenna was reaching her peak, she heard and felt her sister's presence.
"Freeze!" Kara seethed. Ray, who had felt the mental command before hearing the words, knew he would have to do as instructed. He slammed one last time into Jenna, and stopped.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Jenna screamed.
"He's enjoying himself way too fucking much," Kara bitched.
"Like I give a shit! I was enjoying myself! I don't give a rat's ass if he's having fun or not! Get back to work!" Jenna growled at Ray, sending a mental command with it.
Ray, behaving as if he was just following instructions, returned to slamming Jenna's pussy. It wasn't long before Jenna was once again crying out in joy, quickly returning to the heights of bliss she had been at before. Kara, disgusted with her sister, huffed out of the room.
Ray didn't notice. He continued to ram into Jenna, who soon reached, and then surpassed, her peak, screaming out at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm rocked her body, causing her to twist and turn, thrashing her head about on the bed. Ray continued to rut into her for a few more moments before he allowed himself to come, blowing his load deep into her cunt. The extra sensation sent Jenna even higher, and she saw stars. Her mind went into mental overload, and she passed out from the pleasure of the moment.
Ray, on the other hand, was just content that it was over. He withdrew from her cunt, and went into the bathroom to clean himself off. He hadn't minded the sex, but it was just sex. There was no joy in it for him. Certainly it had been nothing like making love to his mother that morning.
For the next week, Ray tried to avoid the twins as much as he could. He was still plotting what he was going to do, and he didn't want to start until he was sure of his plans. Also, he knew that if bad things started happening to them right after he got back from his trip, they would immediately be suspicious of him.
What he planned to do was to start harassing them on the second day of school. That way, they might believe, if they ever realized it was someone actually causing them bad luck, that it was someone at the school. He was trying to protect his family, and that was more important to him than revenge, so he was willing to bide his time.
The first day of school came and went, however, and Ray was ready to put his plan into action. He was ready to leave for school, and was walking toward the front door, making sure that everyone could see that. As he reached the door, he stopped time in his usual manner. Moving back to the twins' room, he saw Kara pulling on her stockings, but he didn't see Jenna. Well, one thing at a time.
He knew, when he'd thought this part up, that he'd have to improvise when he found out what each of them was actually doing, but he'd thought of several things he could do. When he saw Kara pulling on her stockings - she didn't wear pantyhose, which he thought was strange, but it was her business - he got a big smile on his face. He reached into his school bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. Moving around her body, Ray cut several very small slits into Kara's hose. He knew that it would tear as soon as time restarted. He chuckled to himself as he put the scissors away.
Now, where is Jenna? A quick search found her in the bathroom taking a shower. He laughed outright at this. Reaching in, he turned the hot water completely off. He made very sure it was the hot water he was messing with; he did not want to cause her physical harm, even though she had hurt him on more than one occasion.
There. That should start things off nicely. Ray could not resist, and hid in the closet before starting time back up. He watched as the stocking in Kara's hand nearly fell apart.
"Shit!" she growled. At that moment, a high-pitched scream carried from the bathroom. Obviously, Jenna had discovered her sudden lack of hot water, and found it very uncomfortable. Ray had to quickly stop time before he burst out laughing. He made his way outside before he restarted time, and he laughed for most of the way to school.
Fuck with my family, and you pay the price.
As Ray made his way up to the school, his thoughts were disturbed. He had not seen Jolene at all the previous day, and he was wondering what that meant. He knew she had to be back in town; her parents wouldn't allow her to miss the first day of school. He was wondering if she'd found somebody else while she was gone. That would be hard for him to take; he'd given up quite a bit to be with her...
One of the things he'd given up was suddenly staring him in the face.
"Hey, Ray!" He turned to see Hope waving at him. Hope Shays was a beautiful blonde girl that he'd known for several years. She'd asked him out at the end of last year, but it was two weeks after he'd started going with Jolene. He'd hated turning her down, but Jolene was one of the hottest girls in school.
"What's cookin', Hope?" Ray asked. They'd met in Home Ec class, and it was one of their personal jokes. She smiled at him.
"How'd your summer go?" she asked sincerely.
"Same old crap. Yours?"
"Pretty good, kind of dull. Except... Ray, this is my new boyfriend, Tim Waterton."
"Hi," the boy said somewhat shyly.
Ray felt a stab of jealousy as he shook the boy's hand. "Hey, Tim." Turning back to Hope he whispered, "I'm glad you found somebody." She blushed, but smiled.
"Hey, where's Jolene?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered with confusion. "Anyway, we'd better get to class, or we're going to be late. Nice meeting you, Tim. Talk to you later, Hope?"
"Sure. See ya!"
Ray watched the two move off, and then he started toward his own class, feeling even worse now. Where is Jolene?
Ray got the answer to his question that day at lunch. He was sitting alone, almost moping, when Jolene came to sit next to him.
"Hey, Sweetie," she said softly.
"Jolene!" he cried, startled. "Where have you been?"
"I couldn't find you yesterday, since we don't have any of the same classes, and I had to miss lunch."
"You could have called or something, you know."
She looked at him curiously for a moment before answering. "Yeah, I guess I should have. Sorry, but the first day of school always puts me in a funk. You know how I hate this place." Her voice became much more syrupy as she said, "But I'm here now, lover."
As she kissed him, rather warmly, Ray thought to himself, I wish I were your lover. The two had never consummated their relationship, though it wasn't for Ray's lack of interest. Well, maybe soon.
A couple days later, Ray and Jolene were up in his room. They were supposed to be studying, but there was very little learning going on. The two had their lips pressed tightly together instead, their tongues dancing. Ray ran his hand up and down her side, enjoying the feel of the silky smooth skin beneath her blouse, and wondering what it would feel like without the fabric in the way.
Ray moved his hand upward, cupping Jolene's tit and squeezing softly. Jolene moaned against him at the feel of his hand rubbing her nipple and molding her soft flesh. He continued to massage her breast as their kiss lingered. Jolene made no move to take the encounter farther, but Ray did.
Moving his hand from her tit, he brought it up to the button on her blouse. He got one button undone before she pulled away.
"No, Ray." She immediately buttoned the blouse back up.
Ray sat back with a heavy sigh. Too many of their encounters had gone like this. He wondered if she was really interested in dating him or not. "Jo, we've been seeing each other for nearly four months. When are we going to do it?"
Her face took on a slightly angry expression. "Is that all I am to you? A cheap sex toy? Don't you give a fuck about relationships at all? What, now you tell me that if I don't give you what you want, you're going to dump me for some bimbo who'll strip at the drop of a hat?"
Ray was wounded and insulted by her words. He got up off the bed. "That's not what I'm saying, and you damn well know it! I'm not going to dump you over one thing. But to me, sex is an important part of the relationship. It's one of the best ways to be close to someone you care about, to care for them and be with them. I just want to get closer to you. Sure, I enjoy sex as much as the next guy, but I don't do it with just anybody." He turned to face her, and said, "I want to do it with you, not just with 'some girl'."
Jolene's expression was much less angry now, but she still wasn't giving in. "I'm just not ready, Ray. I've been used and dumped by too many guys. Look, maybe I should go home. We can talk about this later, when we're not both upset over it, okay?"
"Great," he replied, trying not to sound completely rejected. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and then quickly left the room.
"Fuck," he said as he closed the door.
In order to alleviate his aggravation, Ray decided it was time to torture the twins again. He'd done something to them at least once a day since the first time, and he was keeping to small things for the moment. He figured in a day or two, he'd step it up, to make their lives a little more miserable.
At the moment, he was out in the back yard, looking for something. When he found it, he stopped time; it was far easier to catch it that way. He ushered his prize into a jar, and made his way into the house. When he reached the master bedroom, he saw that Kara was still studying, as he had thought she would be. He walked over to her desk, and then deposited his prize on the corner of her desk, facing her. He could not resist watching her reaction, and so he slipped into the closet before he restarted time.
When things got moving again, it took a couple of seconds for anything to happen. Kara was working at her homework, and she didn't look up for a couple of seconds. When she did, she saw what looked for all the world like a five-inch-long cockroach, but was in fact just a water bug. She, however, did not know that.
Kara flung herself backward as she let out an earsplitting wail. Her chair tumbled backward and she went crashing to the floor.
Quickly, Ray screamed, "Mai-ako!" So that he could stop time before he hurt himself trying to hold in his laughter. He tumbled out of the closet onto the floor, guffawing so hard that his side hurt, but he couldn't stop laughing. He finally managed to struggle to his feet, closing the closet door and making his way out of the bedroom. He made the mistake of turning around to look one last time, however, and it set him off on another round of uncontrollable cackling. He weaved his way out of the master bedroom and across the house to his own room, chortling and giggling the whole way, until he collapsed onto his own bed.
"O-kai-am," he uttered, still chuckling to himself. He could hear the remainder of the screaming still, and that caused him more fits of giggles as he lay on his bed thinking of her face when she saw the bug.
Oh, life is good.
"Honey, have you seen any bugs in your room?" his mother asked him at dinner.
"No, Mom. You know that guy comes to spray once a month. We don't have bugs."
"Bull-goddamned-shit," Kara replied. "There was the biggest fuckin' roach in my room this afternoon you've ever seen! Goddamn thing musta been eight, nine inches long!"
Ray tried hard not to smirk too badly at her. She hated bugs, and he'd known that when he pulled the stunt. He was fighting off a fit of giggles again, and he had to turn away from her so she wouldn't see it. That's when he saw Jenna with the ketchup, ready to put it on her french fries. Beverly always used matching squeeze-bottles for the ketchup and mustard, and it gave Ray an immediate notion. He stopped time quickly, before she could get the bottle upturned. He moved over and took the ketchup bottle out of her hand. He closed it and set it on the table, and then replaced it with the mustard bottle. He made sure the balance was about the same, not that she was likely to notice, but just to be safe. He hoped she wouldn't pay attention.
Moving back to his seat, he murmured, "O-kai-am," and waited.
"It could have come in on someone's pants, Kara," Jenna said, not paying attention to what she was doing. "That happens all the - oh, fuck! Gross!" She had just noticed what she was putting on her fries. "Dammit, I could have sworn I grabbed the ketchup! Why the fuck do you have to put these things in the same kind of fucking bottle!" She viciously turned her plate so that the offending French-fried potatoes were nowhere near her, and she grabbed her burger.
No one said a word, though all of them were laughing inwardly.
Things were going along as normal in the Moondancer household until that weekend. The twins had wanted to go on a picnic, and so, naturally, the entire family was forced into going. Not that anyone really minded this particular occasion; everyone in the group loved the park, and it was a nice day out, the summer still warm and comfortable.
The odd thing about the occasion was that the evil twins mainly ignored the rest of the family, spending their time flirting with boys and talking with each other. Ray had a feeling they were probably discussing the long string of bad luck that seemed to have befallen the two of them. Last night, Ray had squirted toothpaste all over Jenna, and Kara's brush broke in half while she was using it. Ray had taken to stopping time and wandering into their room several times a day, to see if he could catch them in the middle of something he could use to cause them grief.
Unfortunately, he was not the only one who could cause grief.
He was sitting with his mother when it began. The two of them were sitting quietly under a tree, watching some birds. Ray had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she was leaning against him. They had to look like lovers to the entire world, but Ray didn't care. He heard a raised voice, and turned his head to see what was going on.
"You just mind your fucking place!" Jenna hissed. She was berating Skye, the quieter of Ray's two sisters. It was obvious that Skye was terrified of Jenna.
"I wasn't trying-" Skye started.
"Shut up! I didn't ask for your whiny little excuses! Let me make this clear for you; you don't date, flirt with, or even look at a boy until we've turned him down!"
Kara was standing next to her sister, nodding, and that's when things got ugly. She said, "If you want to fuck around, Skye, maybe we ought to make you and your sister take on that Janitor at the high school. You know the one I mean. Miguel. That guy probably hasn't showered in a month. I bet even his dick is filthy."
Both Skye and Crystal, who was standing right behind her, grew pale.
"Of course, it won't be filthy for long, 'cause you'll get to suck off all the dirt and scum before he sticks it up your mother-fucking cunts!" Kara hissed.
"Ooh," Jenna joined in, "I bet he'd just love to get at two little sluts like you two!" The girls had turned even paler, and were visibly shaking.
Beverly turned to get up, but Ray restrained her.
"Mom," he said in low tones, "if you go over there, it's only going to make things worse for all three of you. Don't."
"Those are your sisters, Ray!"
"And I'll find a way to keep them safe... somehow. But confronting the Bitches of Eastwick isn't going to accomplish anything."
Beverly slumped back against him. "You're right. I just... dammit, how do they do this to us?"
Across the grass, Jenna spat, "So mind your fucking place, or we can and will make sure you fuck him every day for a week!"
"He could get you all knocked up and fat!" Kara added. At this point, both of the other girls broke down crying.
The evil twins laughed. "One more problem from you two, and I guarantee you'll be on your knees in front of him faster than you can say fuck me." The twins walked away, and then, only after he was sure it was safe to do so, Ray got up and went to them. They clutched at him tightly and cried. It had ruined a perfectly wonderful day.
It was early the next day when Crystal came to see Ray. He was lying on his bed, reading a book that he'd brought back from the reservation. It was a book on the history of his people. He felt that, since he had been given this power that was restricted, so he'd been told, only to the greatest shamans of his tribe, he should know his heritage.
The knock at the door was soft and tentative, but he heard it.
"C'mon in," he said, just loud enough to be heard. There was enough yelling in the house, and so no one at this end of the house spoke louder than they absolutely had to. When the door opened, and he saw it was Crystal, Ray smiled at her. He set his book down on the night table and motioned her in.
Crystal made sure to close the door behind her. That clued Ray in that this was a very private conversation. Sitting up a little straighter, he leaned back against the headboard of his bed, and waited patiently for what he figured was a very serious problem, from the look on Crystal's face.
Crystal paced the room slowly, without saying anything, and she wouldn't look at Ray. He was growing worried, but not impatient. He decided to give her the time she needed to prepare herself for whatever she needed to say.
Finally, Crystal turned to face him, and moved to the bed. She sat down on it, curling her legs under her as she was prone to doing. Again, she was silent, and Ray merely looked at her in as encouraging a manner as he could manage. The silence seemed to extend into eternity before she spoke.
"You heard what they said to us yesterday?" Ray merely nodded. He had a feeling that this would have something to do with that. "Do you think they'll do it?" Crystal asked, tears in her eyes.
Ray didn't want to scare her, but he also would not lie to her. He nodded. "I think they will, if either of you do anything they don't like. And we all know how easy it is to do something they don't like."
Crystal nodded, her tears flowing freely now. Ray thought he could understand her grief; it was a horrid thing they were being threatened with. He didn't yet understand the problem fully.
"I... can't do that, Ray. I can't let him... I mean... we're..." Crystal took a deep breath, and finally blurted out, "We're both virgins."
Ray sat in stunned silence. His twin sisters were visions of beauty, with long, jet-black hair and deep, soulful eyes. He couldn't imagine that guys weren't drooling all over them. She could see the surprised look on his face.
"It's the others. They keep any good boys away from us. Ray, I don't want my first time to be with that... thing. He's disgusting!"
Ray nodded in sympathy, but there really wasn't anything he could say. His eyes conveyed the depth of his concern for his sister. It was then that she moved from her curled up position. Crystal straightened into a kneeling position, and then knee-walked over to her brother, straddling him so that she was sitting in his lap. She put both her hands on his chest, and the look on her face was one of desperation and pleading.
"Ray, I want you to take my virginity."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
"I don't want to give it to that... guy, and you're the only other boy I've been close enough to. I could ask some stranger, but that might be dangerous..."
"Crystal... this is... I mean, I'm your brother!" Ray's mind perversely took this moment to reflect on who he had already slept with in his family. He tried to shove the thought aside, but it didn't work.
"Please, Ray," Crystal said, the tears flowing anew. "I love you, and I know you love me. I don't ever ask things from you, but I need this! I can't go on worrying when they're going to force us to... to..." Crystal broke down, unable to finish the sentence. She buried her face against Ray's shoulder, and sobbed.
Ray took a deep breath, and forced himself to look at the problem first from his sister's point of view, and then from as objective a point of view as he could manage. His sister was scared, and she trusted her brother to 'fix it'. Objectively, she was an incredibly beautiful girl who wanted to have sex.
Unlike your girlfriend.
That thought was like a knife through the heart. Here he was, a reasonably attractive teen, and the only people who wanted to sleep with him were people who could not do so legally. Still, Crystal was in emotional pain, and it was within his power to fix that. And, he admitted to himself, she was turning him on, the way her butt wiggled as she cried. She couldn't help it, but it did help decide matters for him.
Ray placed his hand under her chin, and lifted her face toward his. He kissed her softly on the cheeks, tasting the saltiness of her tears while removing them. He leaned back slightly, and he saw the love in her eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly on the lips. She pressed her body against him again, this time in gratitude and enjoyment. It was obvious that, though she may not have had sex before, she had definitely kissed before, as her tongue was the first to stray. It pressed lightly against his lips until he admitted it, and their tongues then danced for a full minute before Ray lightly pushed her away.
Without words, Ray's hands slipped from their place on Crystal's back upward, onto her shoulders. He caressed her neck gently, smiling at her. She smiled back warmly, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. She inhaled shakily as his hands slipped from her shoulders forward and down, to rest on each of her breasts. His touch was not harsh, not groping, but was a gentle caress and massage. It ignited a fire between her legs, and she sighed at the feel of it.
Ray continued to touch her breasts for a few more moments, but then his hands left her tits to move further downward. It occurred to him, at this point, that if the evil twins caught them, the shit would really hit the fan. Closing his eyes, he uttered, "Mai-ako," and time froze around him. Since he was in contact with his sister, she went with him.
"What?" she asked, having not really heard him.
"Don't worry about it," he said, "It's just something I learned on the reservation." To distract her from it, he took hold of the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it upward. He had known from touching her that she was not wearing a bra, and the sight of her uncovered breasts caused him to inhale sharply. Tight, dark areolas topped wonderful 32C breasts, and his mouth watered at the thought of kissing them.
Crystal raised her arms to help him remove the shirt, and then she moaned when she suddenly felt his tongue running across the surface of her left tit. Her hands rose to rest on the back of his head, pulling him more tightly into her chest. Her back arched, trying to stuff more of her breast into his mouth.
Ray continued to lap and suck at Crystal's tit, until he reached her nipple, and then he ran the full length of his tongue along it before sucking it into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue over it repeatedly while he sucked. Crystal moaned strongly, and her body trembled. When he switched over to her other breast to repeat his actions, Crystal let go of his head, her arms falling limply to her side. She was so lost in the pleasure that she could barely think straight.
When Ray finally let go of his sister's breast, she was beaming a beautiful smile at him. She took the opportunity, before he started to kiss her - anywhere - again, to remove his shirt. He lifted his arms as she had done, and soon his T-shirt joined hers on the bed. Crystal lay against him again, to feel the soft skin of his chest as her tits pressed against it. She dragged her nipples across his skin, sending shivers through both of them.
Crystal moved back, away from her brother, as she rose up slightly on her knees. She undid his pants, and started to pull them down off his hips. He lifted up to help her, but his underwear decided to depart with his jeans. Crystal gasped as his erect, seven-inch cock came into view. She focused long enough to finish removing his clothes, but then she moved between his legs, staring at the hard rod that would soon be plunging into her.
She wrapped her hand around it softly, and stroked up and down it very gently. Ray watched her fascination with it, until he realized what she was working herself up to.
"Crystal, you don't have to..."
"She might make us... actually, she said she would make us... and I don't want him to be my first experience with this, either. But I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
Luckily, Ray did. With a few words of encouragement and coaching, Crystal had at first licked and kissed all of Ray's dick. After a little while, she ran her tongue along the head, and then she sank her lips down onto his cock. The friction of her lips mixed with the suction of her mouth was enough to drive him crazy.
"Oh, shit, Crystal!" he groaned. He knew, as aroused as he already was, that there was no way in hell he was going to be able to control himself for long. He could feel his impending blow. "Crystal, if you don't want a mouth full of cum, you'd better get off me..."
She paused for only a second to say, "I know what Kara will do. I want to taste yours first." Her mouth immediately returned to his cock.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered to no one in particular. The sensation was better, even, than when his mother had blown him. In only a few more seconds, she had him right at the edge. "Ungh, Coming!" was all he could manage before his cum blasted from his cock, spattering the back of his sister's throat.
Crystal was surprised by the strength of her brother's climax. She almost choked on his cum, but managed to swallow just in time. She felt it slide down into her belly, and found that she truly enjoyed the sensation. The taste was... well, but it was from her brother, and he loved her, and she loved him, and that was all that mattered. And the taste wasn't that bad. She was sure she could get used to it.
She continued to suck him through his orgasm, but when her lips finally slipped from his cock, it was obvious that he was deflating. She looked up at her brother with concern in her eyes.
Seeing the look, he smiled at her. "Don't worry, he just needs a minute to recover." He pulled her up to him, and she lay against him again, her thigh resting between his legs and nudging his dick gently. He knew it wouldn't take much of that before he was ready to go again. He kissed her, tasting his own cum on her lips.
"Crystal, are you sure you want to do this? This last part is going to hurt. Probably a lot at first."
Crystal winced, but she nodded. "I'd rather have someone who's worried about how much it hurts doing it than some asshole who couldn't care less," she said softly. Then she kissed him again.
Ray reached down and slipped his fingers between her legs, brushing softly across her pussy lips. Crystal gasped when he pushed his middle finger inside her cunt. She continued to moan as his finger began a slow rhythm, making sure she was well-lubed for what was coming soon. His cock was already rising again to the occasion.
"Oh, God," she said in a hoarse whisper, "that feels so much better than when I do it." She blushed fiercely at the admission, but Ray just smiled at her. His finger kept up its motion, causing her body to rock, which in turn forced her leg to repeatedly brush against his cock, which was soon straining in hardness. Crystal could feel it, and she looked down to see it aimed upward, ready to penetrate her most intimate place.
"Do it," she said, looking her brother in the eyes. He gently rolled her over, so that she was lying on the bed, and he was above her. He looked into her eyes one last time, to see if there was any hesitation at all. While he saw that she was a little nervous, he saw mostly anticipation. He positioned his cockhead at her tight hole, and slowly pressed in.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried at the sensation. He continued to move in very small, slow strokes until he came up against her cherry. He paused there, unsure of which way would hurt less.
"What's the matter?" Crystal asked, concerned.
"I don't want this to hurt too much," he explained. "I'm trying to figure out the best way to... uh... 'deflower' you."
"Oh. I don't know, but please don't stop moving," she said with an impish smile. Ray grinned down at her and nodded. He decided that slow would probably hurt less, though he wasn't sure.
Ray continued to stroke, but he pressed harder and harder against her cherry, stretching it with each inward stroke. Crystal was mewing beneath him now, and finally, he felt it tear. His cock pushed another inch inside her when it happened, and she yelped in pain.
Crystal was wincing, but there weren't any tears or cries of agony. Ray kept his lower body still, but he moved his one hand to softly caress her chest, roaming across each tit in turn, stroking her nipples and generally arousing her. She smiled up at him.
"Try to go in a little further... I don't know how much it'll hurt."
Ray very slowly pushed his way in. He noticed the wince on his sister's face, but she didn't tell him to stop. It took a full minute before he'd buried his cock inside her hot, grasping pussy. Once there, he stopped, waiting for her reaction.
"Damn, does that feel big," she said. Ray blushed slightly; he knew he was a little larger than others his age, but to have a girl tell you that in the middle of sex...
"I won't move until you tell me to," he assured her. His hand continued to move across her tits, though.
"I think... if you go slow."
Ray very slowly eased out of his sister's pussy about halfway, and then he slowly pushed back in. He saw only a slight wince on her face this time. Again he stroked, and this time, there was no wince. He pulled out a little farther, and then back in, with no pain. At that point, he picked the pace up just slightly.
"Oh, shit!" Crystal shouted in wonder. Obviously, something had felt really good. Ray smiled at her, and continued to slip in and out of her. As he continued to move, Crystal began to moan in pleasure, the pain almost entirely forgotten. Ray moved his hands back onto the bed to support himself. Leaning down, he kissed his sister. Her tongue immediately assaulted his mouth, and their tongues were thrashing about as their bodies coupled.
Ray could feel his sister's body heating up, and her cunt was grasping at his cock as if it was trying to milk him. He started to stroke faster, without getting too aggressive. Crystal spread her legs as wide as she could, allowing him to use her and give her pleasure. They continued to kiss as they rutted together, their bodies moving in sync.
Soon, Crystal's body was overcome with the first spasms of her climax. She began to shudder and twist. Ray broke their kiss, and she cried out in ecstasy, her head twisting from side to side, thrashing her long hair about on the bed. Her pussy clamped down on Ray's cock, and would not let go.
The sweet pressure on his dick was enough for Ray to go over his own abyss into the world of pleasure, and he spewed his load deep into his sister for the second time that day. The extra sensation sent her even higher, and she screamed loudly in pleasure as Ray grunted out his orgasm.
It took several long moments before the two of them came down from their high. Ray slowly slipped out of his sister's grasping cunt, and then he lay beside her on the bed, drawing her softly to himself. There, they rested.
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