Demon S Pet 03

~~~

Series notes: This story crosses into a few different categories. It's primarily a Sci-Fi/Fantasy piece. However, there are several scenes involving incestuous sex - which is why it is categorized the way that it is. ~ This piece is part of a series. The story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. ~

All of the chapters in the story-chain will be submitted at the same time and should appear every day or so - depending on what the admins decide.

~~~

~~~ Friday ~~~

My alarm went off and I smashed it and got up. I was a little surprised that Malady hadn't woken me up again. She seemed to be getting into a routine and of course - just when I began to expect and even crave it - she stopped.

I headed down the hall in my boxers, grabbed a towel, and slipped into the bathroom. I slid the shower curtain back and stepped a foot into the shower. I felt a portal open behind me and my naked sister followed me through.

"Mal...," I complained.

My cock, of course, had begun growing as soon as I spotted my sibling's naked form. It hung halfway to my knees. Malady had seen my sister naked now and I knew that the body that stood beside me, touching me, was not any work of my imagination. This was my sister (for all intents and purposes) - and the person steering this body had both an intent and a purpose

"Fuck, Mal...," I moaned.

"It's Melissa," she purred. "Call me by my name, naughty brother. Let Sissy make her little brother feel better."

"Fuck..."

She dropped to her knees and sucked my dick down her throat so fast that I didn't even get a chance to start the water. My moans echoed around the small room. I prayed that Malady had woven a shroud of silence around us. At that moment, as I looked down into the eyes of my older sister, my mind was too busy churning with lust for me to do any magic.

My hands were pressed against the wall of the shower - trying to keep myself from toppling to the floor. Melissa's gorgeous naked body squatted beneath me. Her fingers were digging into her pink folds. She moaned and the vibrations of it transferred into my cock. My balls were draped over her chin. My shaft was buried in her throat. She gave me a doe-eyed look - begging for a creamy reward as she repeatedly swallowed - again and again.

As I coughed - from the force of my orgasm - my sister's face pulled off of my penis. She pointed my cock at her mouth - like a garden hose - and stroked my shaft - as jet after jet of my seed fired from the tip - shot through the air - to land in her open mouth.

"Fuck..."

She caught it all - every drop - even licking the sensitive tip to get the one that remained there. My sister's gorgeous face turned up - towards me. She opened her mouth to show how much of my spend she had drained from my balls - and then swallowed it down with a lusty grin.

She stood, pressed herself to me - and began stroking my dick.

"Mal...," I complained. "I'm going to be late."

She stuck out her lip in a pout - my sister pouting because I wouldn't be naughty with her any longer. She stepped out of the shower, walked to the portal, turned her head to look into my eyes, and then looked down at her perfect, rounded ass. She looked back up at me - making sure that my eyes had followed hers. My cock was as hard as stone again. She snickered and disappeared.

I stood for a moment, sighed, closed the curtain, turned on the water, and began lathering my body - including my tired cock.

~~~

I must have completed the rest of my morning routine in an absolute daze. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the bleachers, watching the girls PE class.

I held my head in my hands. I was exhausted. Images, smells, sounds, and the feel of my sister's body on mine replayed within my mind. The bell rang and I stood to my feet. I plodded towards my second period class like a mindless zombie.

The day passed in a haze. I felt eyes on me - pouring over me. Some were simply curious - others held a gaze that burned with lust or longing. When I turned my head - to try to pinpoint where the looks were coming from - I found a variety of faces looking back. Most were students but one or two were teachers or staff. I lowered my eyes - and my head - and tried to slip out from beneath their searching stares.

As morning turned into afternoon, those around me seemed to turn their eyes towards the weekend - and it seemed like I could finally move about with some sense of normality again.

In history class, Ms. Auberzinski mostly avoided me again. She wasn't ready yet. I had loved the look on her face after our short time of intimacy. I longed for the next opportunity to once again get her to make those erotic sounds as I brought her to orgasm. Honestly, it wasn't even a sex thing. Being alone with her was a dream come true. Being able to make her cum like I had? That really got me going.

By the time I headed for home, I was ready for more of Malady's naughtiness - or so I thought.

I walked into my room to find my mother standing there, completely naked. I knew she was at work - and that this was really Malady - but damn...

She pushed my door closed and locked it. She took my book bag and set it next to the doorway. Without a word, she looked into my eyes and removed every stitch of clothing from my body. She took my hand, pulled me to the bed, threw back the covers, and lay down, spreading her legs wide.

When I didn't move, she rolled to her side, grabbed my hand, and pulled me onto the mattress. I sank to my knees, and she released me with her left hand and then grabbed my hand again - this time with her right. She tugged insistently until I began to move.

Mom's long flaxon hair splayed out over my pillows as she laid her head back - and then spread her thighs - inviting me in. Her breasts lay against her ribs, the nipples hard. Those motherly mammaries - the ones I had nursed at as a baby - beckoned me to come and sup once more.

Mom pulled my fingers once again. I resisted.

"Malady...," I complained.

"You're no fun," she said, giggling.

Her face and form changed - to that of my demon lover. When the transformation was complete, I climbed between her thighs and licked her twat - which was already glistening with her desire.

"Yes..."

"Why do you do that to me?" I asked her.

"Forbidden lust tastes so sweet...," she purred.

"You're not happy with me just lusting for you?" I asked her.

She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. The effect was humorous given the structure and shape of her demon face. I laughed and threw myself at her. I kissed her hungrily. Her hand moved quickly to get me inside of her.

"Can't we just make out a little?"

"We can kiss while I use this pussy to claim a bit more of your seed," she said.

"You're insatiable," I told her.

"Insatiable is my middle name," she said, smiling.

I stopped kissing her - and moving - and looked into her eyes.

"Is it?"

She laughed and shook her head.

"Our kind does not use middle names - that was one of your human expressions."

She giggled as I shook my head - and then pulled my lips back to hers. She used one clawed hand to hold my lips against hers. The other grabbed my ass and "helped" me fuck her a little faster. She didn't rest until I had filled her - although, once more, her body sucked it in almost as fast as I could deliver it.

Mom hollered that the pizza had arrived. I went out, filled a paper plate with several slices, grabbed a soda from the refrigerator, and headed to my room.

"Not eating with us?" Mom asked.

"Homework...," I called back.

She huffed at me but didn't object any further.

In actuality, I was having trouble looking at my two family members - after all of the torment that Malady had put me through. I couldn't bear to sit with the two of them. I'd never survive.

As soon as my door was locked, Malady was back. I glared at her when she swiped a slice of my pizza. She tossed it into her mouth and swallowed it down - seemingly without even chewing.

"Did you even taste that?" I asked her.

She took another slice. This one she bit in half - and then stared at me as she chewed it. I couldn't help but laugh. Here this monstrous creature was - sitting in my room - eating my pizza - and pulling this shit...

She grinned, swallowed, and then opened her mouth - like I needed to see the bits that were still in her jagged teeth.

"Pizza is good," she said.

"No shit, thief," I snarled.

She tossed the rest of the second slice into her mouth and swallowed. I glared at her. She laughed. I grabbed my book bag and tossed it at her.

Thankfully, she left the remainder of my food for me. Together we spent the rest of the evening working on my assignments and practice exercises. I also had a short paper to write. I tried to foist that off on her, but she shook her head violently. Her reaction made me laugh as well.

When my homework was finished and I'd taken my dinner trash to the kitchen, I hit the bathroom and then headed for bed.

Malady and I made love - and then she sucked me off to get another load of my seed. My eyes began to close on their own as she crawled up beside me and snuggled herself against my side.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

I'm not sure if Malady even went home that night. The portal was still in the same place - and she was still in my arms.

She nuzzled her face against mine and purred happily. I rolled her onto her back and slid my cock inside of her. She mewled and moaned as I fucked her. She gripped her breasts and pulled on her nipples. Once I felt her climax begin, I buried myself inside of her and flooded her vagina with my hot spunk. She pulled my face to hers - holding my cheeks in her hands - and kissed the life out of me.

Mom knocked on my door.

"Yeah?" I yelled.

"Chores, laundry, and then I need you to go grocery shopping with me," she called.

Malady quickly sucked my penis clean, gave me one more kiss, and slipped through the portal.

I got up, gathered the loose pieces of clothing that were scattered around my room, and tossed them into my hamper. I pulled on a pair of boxers, some loose-fitting sports shorts, and a T-shirt. I came out of my room to find my sister a half-step ahead of me with her own hamper. I grumbled, dropped the container of dirty clothes by my door, and went to start on my list of household chores.

I cleaned up the garage first - putting away things that had been left out and picking up trash. While I was at it, I cleaned out the trashcans in Mom and Melissa's cars - not that I'd hear a word of thanks from my arrogant sibling... I hauled the bag of trash to the back porch and shoved it into the big trashcan - which I would be emptying later.

I grabbed my hamper of clothes and headed for the laundry room. I walked in to find my sister bent over, retrieving something from the washing machine. Since it's a big front-loader, all I saw was her firm, round, ass snuggled inside of the hot pink leggings that she'd chosen to wear that day.

I spun on my heels and headed back down the hall to return my hamper to where it had been. As I did my pirouette, I nearly ran into mom. Wide-eyed with concern that she might think that I had been ogling my older sibling's ass, I hurriedly squeezed past her to make good on my escape.

I emptied the recycle bins, swept the yard for litter, and began working on gathering all of the smaller bags of trash together.

My sister's door was open. I knocked on the frame.

"What?" she snarled.

"Trash," I said.

"I know you are - but what am I?" she snarked.

Thankfully, Mom walked by and saved me.

"You know he's not to come into your room," she reminded my sister. "Get the bag and give it to him."

Melissa leaned over the side of her bed, pulled the bag from the can, and tossed it at me. Of course - since it wasn't closed - several wrappers tumbled out when it landed. I looked at my mother in exasperation - but her back was to me as she walked away.

My sister snickered as I huffed, bent down, picked up her shit, put it back in the bag, and carried it to the trash. I had learned the hard way not to take out the big bag until every other chore was done. Somehow, I always found more trash that needed to go out.

I returned from taking the overstuffed bag of trash to the outside bin (which Mom or I would drag to the street on garbage day) and my mother appeared at my doorway with her keys. I sighed, grabbed a hoodie, and followed her to the garage.

The princess was fashionably late. Mom and I waited in the car for at least five minutes before she deigned to appear. By that point, I'd decided that a nap was in order.

"Sit up," Mom ordered.

My sister shot me a look from the front passenger seat. I flipped her off.

"Mal...," Mom warned.

"How did she even see me?" I thought. "My hand was behind her seat."

I slouched back into the seat and fumed.

We stopped for lunch before we grocery shopped. I got chicken strips and cheese curds. Mom wouldn't let me get the large turtle sundae. I made do with a single scoop.

At the grocery store, I simply trailed along behind my two housemates until I was instructed to pick up something heavy and move it. Mom and Melissa were in charge of decision-making, navigating, and price-shopping.

The third time we returned to the canned goods aisle for something, I seriously considered asking if either of them had applied any analytical skills to charting our course.

Finally, the two of them decided that the cart could not possibly hold one more item. It was time to check out.

My Consumer Economics teacher is an honest-to-God genius - and a saint. He taught at the University for years before he retired from there and decided to "slum it" with a bunch of arrogant high-schoolers. I learned more in that man's class than in any other in my four years in the building.

Every trick he had taught us about getting customers to spend money ran through my brain as I watched Mom pull out coupon after coupon to try to lower our grocery bill. The stores could simply reduce the price on the shelf to the discounted amount - but where would the fun in that be?

How would merchandisers and retail planners make a living? Who would work in advertising? What would happen to the sales staff for every little snack company? It boggles the mind to think of all of the time and money that goes into printing a "10% off coupon" that will expire while being carried around in the pocketbook of the "thrifty" mother who has no problem buying an extra jug, can, or box of this or that - which will probably also expire before it ever gets used. I stood by the store exit and wondered how much I'd have to pay someone to take my place on these little "adventures" - to save myself from all of the mental turmoil that it caused me.

Grinning like a serial killer, my sister tousled my hair as she walked past. It was everything I could do not to kick her right in that tight little ass of hers. I watched her butt-cheeks wobble within the thin stretchy fabric of her fluorescent leggings, trying to invent an insult that would sting her but wouldn't be considered hateful enough for my mother to decide that she needed to interject. Halfway to the car, I gave up.

When we got home, the two of them helped carry the first armload inside. The rest of the porter's work was left up to me. Thankfully, once I got all of the shit onto the counters in the kitchen, I was dismissed to my room.

I tumbled onto my bed and let out a sigh that sounded like a zombie death-rattle. Malady snickered at me, pushed the door closed, and locked it. She changed into my sister's form and face and smiled at me.

"Not today, Satan," I snarled.

She giggled.

When she finished changing this time, I groaned. Ms. Auberzinski - naked from head to toe - leaned down and began pulling my shorts off of me. She had a hungry look in her eyes. She sucked the head of my cock as she stroked it in her fist. The fingers of her other hand tickled the bottom of my ball-sack.

"Fuck, Mal...," I moaned.

She stood, pulled the blankets out of the way, tugged my shirt off, and then dragged me to the center of the bed. She faced the opposite direction and straddled me on her hands and her knees.

Ms. Auberzinski's thick muff hung from her twat. I gazed at her sex - enraptured. Malady grabbed my cock, slid it into her mouth, down her throat, and began sucking and swallowing.

I grabbed my History teacher's ass in my hands and pulled her pussy down onto my mouth - pushing my way through her pubic foliage - searching for the entrance to the hidden temple that promised tasty rewards.

We sucked and fucked until Mom called me to dinner. I gave Malady one last kiss, and she disappeared.

I ate quickly and made an excuse for skipping out of "family time" - and headed towards my room.

"You finish your laundry?" Mom asked.

I sighed heavily and headed for the laundry room. I needed to move my shit to the dryer. I flipped the light on and opened the washing machine.

I felt Malady connect her mind with mine - and then she shadow-stepped into the room. I dragged my clothes from the washer, into the hamper, and then threw them into the dryer and got it started. I heard the laundry-room door click shut.

I turned to find my sister's ass sticking out of the washing machine. Somehow, Malady had even replicated the hot pink leggings. She grasped the waistband and dragged them over her ass, down her thighs, and her knees - to her ankles. She wiggled her ass at me.

She sent me an image of me sliding my cock into her and giggled. She bounced her ass - causing her ass-cheeks to jiggle. She reached between her legs and used two fingers to spread her labia and reveal the juicy pink interior.

I groaned, stepped behind her, and threw my shorts and underwear to my ankles. I nudged the head of my prick into her entrance - and pushed. We both moaned as I slid inside of her. The sound of her moan echoed inside of the drum of the washing machine. I slid out - relishing the feel of my sister's twat gripping at my cock - and then slid back in again.

"Fuck me, Mal...," my sister's voice said.

I grabbed her hips and sped up. Soon, I was panting for breath as I slammed into her - over and over. When I couldn't take the intense stimulation any longer, I buried myself within her until my balls were pressed against the front of her sex - and I shot my load inside.

I had just pulled out of her when the doorknob began to turn. I yanked my pants up and whispered for her to hide. By the time Mom's face peered around the edge of the door, I was standing there fidgeting nervously - trying to figure out a story to explain why I was standing in the middle of the laundry room while the dryer did its thing. Thankfully, she just looked over the room, pulled the door shut, and headed off.

I decided to hop up onto the dryer and just wait for the load to finish. I was pretty sure it was close to being done by now. Malady joined me, sitting on the washing machine. We whispered quietly. I told her that she was a naughty slut and she just giggled.

When the dryer buzzed, I threw my stuff into the hamper and headed back to my room. I got my clothes put away and then Malady and I spent the rest of the night having sex.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

Malady snuck into my room and we fucked around until Mom yelled that it was time to get ready for mid-morning mass.

As always, the whole ordeal took far longer than I thought it should. I studied the various people - completing their tasks to make it all happen - like a little nest of ants - each with their assigned responsibilities.

After services, we stopped at the restaurant and grabbed a chicken leg - like always.

Finally back in my room, I took off my church clothes, hung them back on the hangers for the next week, threw on a shirt and some shorts, and tumbled onto the bed.