Becoming Ch 02

Blake opened his eyes and blinked wildly as if awaking from a trance. It took him a moment to realize where he was and how he had gotten there. He somehow knew that he had been...involved with his parents having sex; more than that, he had experienced it through them. As he regained his senses, he realized he felt stronger, more alive, than he ever had before. He had somehow fed off their sexual energy; Blake didn't quite understand how, but as the seconds wore on, things became clearer and clearer to him. He looked down at his still hard penis. His parents had only satisfied him momentarily. He was still hungry...and instinctively, he knew what he must do.

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"What, was that?" Cory Wilson was lying on top of the bed, her husband's seed dripping down her thigh, too exhausted to move.

Anthony (Tony) Wilson was holding his wife of 21 years in his arms, his body completely spent. "I don't know, but I hope it happens again tomorrow!...I honestly don't know what came over me." He held himself up on his elbow and stared down at his wife. "Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I?"

Cory ran her hand over his chest, feeling his beating heart. "Except for maybe our wedding night, that was the best sex I've ever had; I wish you would fuck me like that more often."

"Good to know that we can surprise each other - even ourselves - after all these years," he said, kissing her on forehead and still confused.

"You wore me out," Cory said as she tried to stand, pushing off her husband's chest in a playful gesture. Feeling light-headed, she fell back onto the bed.

"Careful, honey," he said, putting his hand on her bare back.

"I'm okay; just need another minute."

With that, Cory gathered herself and stumbled to the bathroom. After freshening up, she collapsed on the mattress. Her husband was already asleep; they wouldn't wake up until almost noon the next day.

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As Blake walked by his step-sister's room, he slowed, taking in the musky scent of her sexual energy. She had touched herself earlier in the evening, probably when he was out; otherwise, he would have sensed it. He didn't know why or how he knew such things; he just did. He didn't want to use her in this way, but the hunger was overwhelming - it wasn't like being hungry for food; it was more like being starved for air. Blake knew he didn't have time to go find someone else to...feed off of; he knew in his bones that his body needed to feed now.

Moving to his bedroom, which was adjacent to hers, he got on his bed and closed his eyes. Reaching out through the thin wall that separated them, to the voluptuous young woman lying in bed just a few inches from where he lay - Blake sensed her awakening arousal in response to him. He could see her now - her beautiful face framed by short, blonde hair; her eyes were closed but restless; and he noticed a hint of her ample curves under the blanket. He reached out to her, allowing her to feel him, and within seconds a connection was made as Tracy squirmed under the covers, moaning softly in response to his presence.

He needed to see her body. Before he realized it, Tracy was pushing the blanket down, revealing her scantily clad form. He had thought it and she had done it.

"My God," Blake said to himself, stunned, "what am I?"

He re-focused on his sister. Her nipples were hard, the large areolas prominent as they shown through the thin cotton of her tank-top. Blake felt his cock twitch as he watched Tracy slowly lift her top over her ample breasts. The last time he had seen his sister naked was before puberty had turned her into the gorgeous creature before him. Her breasts were in a word, magnificent. He wanted her to touch them and pinch her nipples; she did as he wished, her mouth agape as she moaned. God, her moans were driving him crazy!

"Touch yourself," he said, surprised at his own words.

"Anything...for you," she whispered, "anything..."

Tracy slipped a hand under her pajama bottoms, letting out a soft, little moan as she began rubbing her clit in a slow, circuar motion. Blake took hold of his cock and stoked himself, matching his step-sister's rhythm.

"Oh, fuck," she said in a hushed tone, as if reacting to Blake.

Tracy pinched her nipples, pulling them away from her body as she continued to rub her pussy. As his sister became more and more aroused, Blake lost himself in the moment, unable to think of anything except feeding his primal needs. He willed her to remove her pajama bottoms and panties. Legs spread open, knees in the air, Tracy picked up her pace...

"Please," she whispered, "please."

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Tracy, only semi-conscious, could feel the presence of something powerful in the bedroom - a man. No - not a man, but something male, strong and virile. She couldn't quite make out his face, but his body was perfect - tall and muscular with beautiful, mocha-colored skin. He was staring at her now with a look of absolute lust, desire, and hunger. He wanted her and she would let him have his way with her.

"Touch yourself."

"Anything...for you. Anything." The words had escaped her lips before she could think them.

Fuck, she was so wet. Want wasn't a strong enough word; she craved for him, needed him in a most basic, animalistic way. She said she would do anything for him and she meant it. She could feel his desire for her as she touched herself, and when she saw his hands wrap around his cock, her heart leapt up in her throat.

"Oh, fuck."

Her hand was moving faster now - haltingly, unsteady - but frantically, unable to control herself in his presence. She was doing it for him as if her satisfaction was directly tied to his. Her nipples were so hard they ached; she pinched them, pulling them away from her body until it hurt. He wanted to see her so she removed her pajamas and panties, the cool air brushing against her wetness.

"Please," she said, begging for him to touch her, kiss her, lick her, fuck her...anything, "please."

Still rubbing her pussy and effortlessly slipping her middle finger inside, Tracy weakly reached out to him. She needed to touch him, if only for a moment.

Shocked, Blake watched his sister reach out to him, begging him to have his way with her. His hunger was to the point that he would not be able to control himself much longer. Tracy's eyes were open now, searching for him as if he were just out of reach. She continued to finger herself as she looked out, her eyes scanning wildly.

"I need you," she whimpered, "please!"

Her desire for him was physically palpable. He felt her sexual energy as if he were being toppled over by a tidal wave. It fueled his own desire and emboldened him to embrace his true nature. In an instant, he was there in the room with her - his sister. He hovered over her for a moment, taking in her beauty - her gorgeous face and expressive blue eyes, which now showed a hint of agony as she waited for him impatiently; her large breasts that could swallow even his size between them; hips that hinted at the round ass that he had admired the other day - tonight she was all his. Impossibly, his cock grew even stiffer at the thought of it.

Blake leaned down over her, his manhood resting on her stomach, and without pretense, kissed her fully on the lips. He felt her gasp in his mouth as she surrendered to him, their tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace. My God, he thought, she tasted so good he could have kissed her all night. He could have kissed his step-sister all night. That thought bounced around his head for a moment, giving him the slightest pause; but as her desire wafted over him like an intoxicant, Blake wasn't just tasting her; he was devouring her very essence. Tracy's wanton desire for him fueled his own as he took ownership of her, body and soul.

Tracy surrendered to him, his hot lips crushing hers as if he couldn't control himself. His cock felt thick and heavy on her belly; she couldn't imagine taking him inside her, but she would. She looked into his eyes; there was something familiar about him but she was too drunk with desire to think straight.

Blake looked into Tracy's eyes and saw that she was giving herself to him. He took his manhood in his hand and positioned himself at her entrance; it seemed impossibly small, but he couldn't wait any longer; every fiber of his being told him he must do this to live. He looked into her eyes one last time in a last ditch effort to gain control and end this before it was too late. The pleading look on her face ended any such notion.

Blake held his breath as he pushed through her lips and into the hot, wet confines of his step-sister's womanhood. He let out a hoarse groan as he felt her tightness wrap around the head of his cock. Tracy's mouth was agape as she spread her legs wide in a futile attempt to accommodate his size. He momentarily pulled out only to push into her again, farther this time, eliciting a deep guttural groan from her mouth, which was twisted in exquisite agony.

Tracy could hardly believe how thick he was as he pressed against her walls, stretching her until she thought she couldn't take anymore. When he pulled out, she felt as if she couldn't breathe, and when he entered her again, she let out a groan that she didn't even recognize as her own. She felt so full and complete and desired. Tracy tore her eyes away from the erotic site of this beast's manhood protruding from her body and looked up into his eyes, seeing what was behind them - the lust; the hunger and the desire to own her body - and braced herself for what was surely to come.

Blake took a hold of Tracy's shoulders to gain leverage, then inched forward, pushing himself farther and farther inside with each stroke. He kissed her, swallowing her moans that were becoming louder with each thrust, until finally he felt his skin kiss hers.

Tracy felt his cock push deeper and deeper inside her pussy. How she was taking his length she did not know; she just knew she had no choice. He was kissing her now and she felt dizzy with wanton desire as she held him close to her, his body pressed against hers, his cock buried to the hilt. She had never felt such a sensation; how could she possibly take anymore? She opened her eyes and looked into his. Oh, my God, she thought. Is this a dream? It's too real for a dream.

"Blake?" she whispered.

She saw the recognition in his eyes as he pulled back until just the tip was inside.

"No," she protested involuntarily when she thought he was leaving her.

She felt his grip on her tighten and when she looked into his eyes again, a shudder cascaded through her body. A moment later, her brother let out a primal groan as he slammed into her with such force she thought she would die. Again he pulled back, and again he slammed into her, bottoming out each time.

"Fuck!" she hissed as their bodies met.

Blake leaned down, crushing her tits against his chest, holding her tight to his body as he ground his pelvis into her, using her for his own pleasure. He grunted like an animal, his thickness making her feel every inch. Wrapping her arms around his muscular body, Tracy spread her legs wide, taking everything he gave her. She didn't care if he was her step-brother; he wanted her and she needed him, just like this. He was so big, his cock hitting all the right spots, she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Oh, fuck; oh, fuck; fuuuuuuuck!" she yelled, not caring if their parents could hear her.

She tightened her hold on him as the first wave of convulsions rocked her body. Biting into his neck, Tracy stifled another scream as she came all over her step-brother's cock, the sound of her wetness filling the room. His thrusts were becoming more erratic as he groaned into her ear, signaling his own approaching orgasm.

He quickly pulled out, leaving her feeling vacant and yearning for his return. He then stood, pulling her up to her knees. "Swallow it," he croaked.

Tracy held him with both hands and took him into her mouth. Fuck, he's huge, she thought. She stroked him but that wasn't enough to satisfy his needs. Taking her head in his hands, Blake fucked her mouth, causing her to gag on his length. She held onto his hips as he used her mouth to get himself off. A few seconds later, she felt him swell inside her, then the hot deluge of cum splashed against her tongue and the back of her throat. He moaned in rhythm with his thrusts as he just kept coming and coming, his thick, salty seed dribbling down her chin when she couldn't swallow fast enough until he finally pulled out, as she fell back onto the bed.

Blake looked down at his step-sister. Her short, blonde hair was disheveled, her pussy was puffy from her arousal and the pounding he gave her, and her lips were swollen from him fucking her mouth. She wiped a drop of cum from her chin and licked it off her fingers. Blake's wanton desires were hardly satisfied; he couldn't believe it! He had heard that guys his age were in their sexual prime but he had come twice tonight and he was already ready for more.

Lying down on the bed, he propped his head up on a pillow, and stroking his now fully erect cock, said, "suck it."

Before she knew what she was doing, Tracy got on her hands and knees and crawled to him. Starting at the base, she licked the length of his thick shaft, feeling every inch of his hot skin against her tongue. Taking the sensitive underside between her lips, she licked and kissed her way up and down his shaft, his soft moans urging her on.

Blake watched in heavenly disbelief as his sister made love to his manhood, kissing and licking him as if her very life depended on it. Maybe not hers, he thought, but it seemed mine did. He spread his knees wide and she seemed to get the hint as she took his hefty balls in her hands and sucked them into her mouth one at a time.

"Fuck, that feels good," he said. "Stroke me while you do that."

Tracy never missed a beat. She continued to suck on his balls, taking them into her mouth and pulling them away from his body while simultaneously stroking the head of his cock in her hand. God, it felt so amazing, but he needed more; he needed his cock in her mouth. Without him having to say a word, his sister knew what he wanted.

Getting up on her knees, she took him into her mouth, which was hot and wet and perfect. She allowed her spit to dribble down his length, then stroked him with both hands as she sucked him off, going deeper and deeper with each successive stroke. Tracy looked up at him as if for approval as she serviced him. It felt incredible; Blake knew then he would not be able to resist visiting his sister again to satisfy his desires.

"It feels so good, Tracy," he said, "deeper; as deep as you can go."

It was the first time he had said her name; this was real, she thought. Tracy leaned over him, placing her hands on either side of his body as she gained leverage. Using her own body weight, she took more and more of his length into her mouth. She was deep-throating him now, his cock half-way down her throat. Watching his sister take him with such willingness and earnestness was just too much for Blake to handle. He felt his balls tightening, his extremities tingling, his manhood swelling.

"Fuck!" he hissed through his teeth.

Tracy pulled back and stroked the length of his cock in her hands while sucking on the head hard, creating a small vacuum in her mouth.

"God damn!" Blake groaned.

He exploded into her mouth, his cock spasming between her lips as he shot line after line down her throat, his cries unrecognizable as human. He lifted his pelvis off the mattress and held her head in his hands, ensuring her perfect mouth never left his cock. When he stopped ejaculating, amazingly his orgasm kept going, as his manhood continued to convulse between her lips until finally he slackened and she released him.

Tracy looked completely spent - her eyes watering, her lips red and puffy, her beautiful skin glistening with perspiration. Any man would have been completely spent by now as well; but Blake was not a man. His hunger was not quite satiated yet.

Tracy was exhausted, her body aching from head to toe in the most perfect way. She had fucked him and sucked him off, taking two massive loads down her throat. She had given him all she had, and yet as she looked at the beast of a man that was her brother, she saw that he was not done with her. The lust in his eyes rekindled her own desires as she waited to see what he had in store.

Grabbing her by the hips, Blake turned her around and positioned her so that he could take her from behind. She readied herself for just that when she felt his hot tongue against her sex, causing her to shudder and let out a soft moan. He took her between his lips, sucking on her, making love to her pussy with his hot mouth. She couldn't believe she was still horny after all they'd already done, but God help her, she was ready for him again.

He licked the length of her slit several times, grazing her asshole each time. Fuck, that felt incredible, she thought. He circled her clit with an increasing speed and intensity, knowing exactly how she liked it. Spreading her with his fingers, Blake took her clit into his mouth and licked and sucked it, sending little shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She was close to coming already when he slipped two fingers inside her. Then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he took one of his fingers out of her pussy and eased it into her tight little ass.

"Fuck!" she yelled into the pillow. It was just too much - his fingers in both of her holes, his tongue...fuck, his tongue. She pounded the bed with her fist as the first convulsions wracked her body.

As wave after wave took hold of her, sending her head spinning, Tracy felt his tongue move from her clit to her puckered hole, which his finger had vacated. This sent her over the edge again. How did he know exactly what to do to get me off, she thought, her head in a daze. When his tongue penetrated her asshole she thought she was going to die. It felt so amazing; all of those nerve endings - Blake seemed to be hitting every last one of them. As he tongue-fucked her ass, Blake continued to lightly circle around her clit with his thumb, not quite touching the sensitive button. This kept Tracy right on the precipice ready to explode again at any moment.

Sensing she was close but not wanting her to come just yet, Blake stopped momentarily then placed the bulbous head of his cock at her entrance.

"Spread your ass for me."

Tracy placed either hand on her cheeks and spread them wide. Oh, what an amazingly erotic site, Blake thought. Tracy definitely qualified as a PAWG (phat ass white girl). Her ass was big, perfectly shaped, and just firm enough to make any man pray to his God that he could have it. Blake watched in anticipation as his sister spread the two perfect pillows, revealing her beautiful, virgin asshole to him. He would have it one day soon, but not tonight. Her ass would need to be taken gently and with patience; gentleness was the last thing on his mind this night.

Tracy felt the head of his cock against her pussy. He rubbed the head on her, back and forth, driving her completely mad.

"Do it!" she yelled.

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, she felt the full weight of Blake's manhood penetrate her body.

"Ugh," she groaned as his pelvis slammed against her butt.

He felt so amazing, she wished he could stay inside her like this all night. Blake, however, had other plans.

"Touch yourself, Tracy," he said in a strained voice.

Tracy was beside herself in absolute, blissful agony. She felt like she was being split in half. Weakly reaching down between her legs, she she felt how wet she was. She frigged herself while her brother rocked back and forth ever-so-slowly, his cock completely inside her body. She felt dizzy, a result of her brother's manhood buried inside her and exhaustion, yet she could feel her body responding; unbelievably, she was almost ready to come again.