SATANIC SISTER

Feature Writer: Writhing in hell

Feature Title: Satanic Sister

Published: ASSTR 2005

Story Codes: Incest, Anal, Ritual Satanism

Satanic Sister

My relationship with Lisa has been one of the strangest that has ever been shared by man and woman. She plays so many roles in my life.

In the thirty-third yeah of my life, I discovered something astonishing. I had a sibling. My mother, having made a sad mistake, three years before I was born gave her away. My father had been working abroad and never knew. There was no way they could afford a child and they both knew it-so the first born of my parents grew up a thousand miles away. The reunion was the strangest experience of my life-how could it be that after so many years I was no longer an only child? It was the strangest thing imaginable to me, and I had no idea what the future would hold-or that the strangeness was only beginning.

Her art impressed me first. When we were first introduced, she was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair tied loosely in a pony tail. Lisa dressed that way often, as artists are wont to do, and she was dressed that way on the night I agreed she could use my spare room as a art-studio-bedroom.

“It has lots of windows, that’s for sure.” I said. I’m not really using it for anything other that storage, and there are far more storage areas in this house than I can use. You have access to the porch here, completely separate from the rest of the house, and of course, there’s Treebeard out there.”

“The tree yes … I can’t wait to paint that. God, Ashley its hundreds of years old. I love the name.”

“Yes, certainly before there were white people in this area. Probably a hundred years before that.” It was no exaggeration on my part. The tree was a grand old oak, all too rare these days. A tree for a druid.

“You’ll want to take that easel down to the cemetery. It’s a good spot for a picnic. I walk the dogs down there almost every day.”

“Good of you to let me stay here-I promise it won’t be long. And I’ll do my share.” I had no idea what that would come to mean.

Lisa was the ideal house companion. I was embarrassed at the amount of work she did for me. I’ve never taken well to feeling like I owed anyone anything though, so I could understand her motivation. Finally I could stand it no longer.

“Lisa…this is great-but you really don’t have to do this.”

“You don’t like it do you? I’m cramping your style.”

“No the place has never looked so good…it’s just…I feel like I’m not offering anything up besides a room I never use.” Lisa smiled as if at some private joke, and left me to work on her painting.

A couple of days later I saw her painting, humming happily to herself in her bedroom/studio. She ignored me as I walked in but couldn’t have missed my presence there. I took the liberty of walking up to her since the door was open and she was obviously dressed.

“May I see?”

“Of course. It’s not finished yet but your welcome to look.” What I saw was a black-winged angel, writhing in a torrent of flames. The image was obvious.

“The Fall?”

“Yes. It’s my favorite theme.”

“Mine too.”

“You’re joking right?”

“I have a certain fondness for the Left-Hand Path. I’m not sure what I believe; except that god must be evil incarnate if the Bible has any truth to it at all.” I thought for a moment. “If intentionally wishing to disobey god, and the possession of a desire for individual liberty makes me a minion of Satan then I suppose that’s what I am.”

“I can’t believe the coincidence Ashley. No one has every expressed my feelings as exactly as you just have. I feel like I’m the only one, sometimes, that sees past the lies of religion. Especially the monotheists. Have you done much reading on the subject?”

“I have a few books, but ultimately I think the only real way to be a “lefter” is to view it as philosophy rather than religion. I’m a historian, and I’m concerned with the things of man, not of god. But in my very of history, I’ve come to take a very dim view of religion in general. If your interested in the ceremonial aspect, its mostly neo-Pagan/Wiccan based stuff. I don’t hold much truck with it myself but your welcome to look at it. Just make sure you read the philosophy as well OK?”

“Thank you brother. I’ll do that.

I never even thought about what I was doing. I was supposed to be at the Renaissance Festival. All weekend. Sometimes I suddenly decide I need to do something else. It’s quirk of mine. I’ll be at a party or a club and suddenly I’ll decide to just leave. It can be upsetting to those who don’t understand me. I’ve never really cared. My time is my own.

So at the far end of the house, I entered my office, and relaxed for about an hour, smoked some hydro, drank a beer, and then decided to head for bed. It was, after all, three am. As I walked across the floorboards I began to hear her voice. Later I was surprised she didn’t hear me-nothing moves in silence in an old house like that; footsteps echo of the walls like the distant boom of cannon fire. Whatever noise I made, she was either oblivious, or studiously ignored it. Her voice was filtering through the door of the ballroom, a long room I entirely shrouded in black. The furniture had been pulled to the walls, and in the center of the room she had made a circular sign I recognized as Baphomet — the inverted pentagram.

My heart skipped a beat. She had found my books, I was sure of it. After all, what were the chances that she had found her way down the left hand path as I had? She had done beautiful work, making a circle of salt, and crowning the essential points with candles. She knelt in the center, facing away from me, naked as proscribed. You must understand, that, never having had a sister, or any other remotely attractive woman who was close kin, I was pretty-well hardwired to regard any attractive woman with appreciation. Her red hair positively exploded with coppery essence from the candlelight. Her arms were raised high and her body radiated sensuality as my gaze worked its way down her back, past the beautiful, heart-shaped ass that rested on the balls of her dancer’s feet.

I was determined to watch. I removed my boots as quietly as I could, the noise somewhat masked by the soulful piano coming through the stereo speakers. In my socks I could move easily in the shadows to see her from the side. I wanted to see what she had placed in the center of the circle. What I saw was a photograph of myself.

The Rite of Seduction. I knew the words she spoke. And it was clear, beyond doubt, that I was the focus of the ritual.

“With this candle I invoke the sin of Lust.” From the southern point of the Baphomet she lit a sixth candle-a black taper. “Hellfire live long and hot within this cunt.” Before I knew what was happening she lowered the flame between her legs and I heard the sizzle of her own juices extinguishing the flame as the candle found its way inside her. I watched as my sister began to fuck herself with the candle. She was now lying back on the hardwood floor, legs splayed wide with the south point of the Baphomet directing all the power down between her thighs.

I don’t know to this day whether the magic worked. Part of me doesn’t want to-after all, who wants to believe they’ve been tricked? But another part of me wanted to believe in her witchcraft. I wanted to believe there really was a force arrayed against the religious tyranny the held humanity captive. At the end of the day though, magic and philosophy mattered not a wit when I beheld her gorgeous body writhing on the floor, lewdly moaning my name as she worked herself into an orgasmic frenzy. At some point I had begun to rub myself through my trousers, and the more I watched the more I realized how much I wanted her, sister or not. In fact I wanted her because she was my sister. What higher sex magic could there be but the unholy union of siblings? And we were not half or step but full blooded brother and sister. This would not be in rape or coercion, but in total willingness, fully aware of both the sin and the eternal consequences. I knew then that she would get her wish. Deftly slipping out of my clothes, I moved quickly and quietly to stand in the center of the baphomet, directly over the no-longer-necessary photograph. There was no need for a totem now. The real deal had arrived.

“Open your eyes and see the fruit of your magic Lisa.”

She was only human. She was startled. Even though it was my house, even though it was entirely possible that I would come home, it did not make up for the fact that I had appeared on the cusp of her orgasm, when the magic was approaching it peak. And I was naked. Naked, and obviously aroused.

“Ashley….” Her voice was little more that a whisper.

“You called?” I smiled down sardonically, feeling utterly in control, magic or no. “You sought to commit incest. For ritual or for your own sluttish amusement I wonder? Should I feel flattered, used, or grateful to play a role in the War with Heaven?”

“Play whatever role you like brother. Is the evidence before you not enough to convince you of my body’s cravings?

“Oh I have no doubt of that. Your very essence screams for satisfaction. I could smell your whorish cunt the moment I walked into the room. But make no mistake. You have your wish, but you will have it on my terms.”

“As you say brother. I offered myself up with no reservations. My body belongs to you.”

“We belong to the One who freed us. When I use you it will be to His glory. To add energy to the ultimate goal we all strive for. But I will enjoy this task.”

“I want you to brother. I want you to enjoy my body. You have been nothing but a blessing to me and I intend that we should fuck like no one ever has.”

From her hands I took the ritual knife, whose blade never shed blood for any other purpose than ceremony. I flicked the blade across my chest so that a long thin stream of red began to worm its way down my skin. “This is my blood which is shed for you. Take it and join your soul with mine from now until the Fires of Hell consume us or the Lightbringer lifts us up to glory.”

Lisa’s eyes looked like pools of crude oil, black as could be, yet reflectively luminous. Dilated as if she were drugged, I knew that her body was now surging with enough natural chemistry to produce a very pleasant high. She took my hand and I pulled her to her knees. The wanton glaze of her expression spoke volumes of her thirst, and she quickly clasped my buttocks in each hand, lewdly extending her tongue as her face descended to my chest. He moan was loud and strong as she lapped up my fluids.

When her mouth had turned a whorish shade of red, I pushed her back to the floor. Her gazed was fixed to my erection which bobbed angrily in the air, impatient to feel itself surrounded by the hot moisture of my sister. Lisa mouth hung slack-jawed and she seemed truly drunk on my blood as she spoke.

“I know we should be careful but I don’t want to be. When the time comes….”

“Of course, my beautiful sister. I have no intention of burdening you with child. Would you like me to wear….”

“No! Nothing should come between us, not this time. I need to feel you and you need to feel me.” I was gratified to hear it. I would have, but then the magic would have been lost. Our sin had to be without qualifications or extenuating circumstance. So I lowered my body into hers, as slowly as I could manage, never taking my eyes from hers. Our faces drew closer and closer, and our lips touched just as the tip of my cock grazed the oily heat of her burning sex. A gasp of air escaped from both of us, for physical evidence notwithstanding we could barely believe the moment. It was lewd, sinful, disgusting by every law of man and god. But we cared nothing for law or god. What we cared for was this moment, when we two, lost to each other, would revenge ourselves on the god who had separated us for half our lives and surpass our most grotesque and base desires.

The sounds we made bore more in common with animals than humans. As my cock began its slow push into the unforgivable fire, we were beyond moaning, but almost whimpered with all the falsehoods, pretensions, and social dogma stripped away. We simply craved each other and knew that whatever else befell us, that no force in the universe could ever take this away from us. Even if we found ourselves burning in solitude, a billion trillion centuries from now, we would share this memory across the expanse of all the planes of existence. Neither gods nor devils could strip this joy from us.

“I am fertile my brother. Let us think nothing of consequence, but give ourselves over. If I conceive it will be a child of darkness and meant for His service. If your seed is spilled within me the magic will only be stronger and so will our joy. Give me your semen and I will deny you nothing. Let chance do its worst.”

“I will inseminate you my sister. I will with full knowledge and absolute reason and faculty let flow my seed into your womb and I will ask no forgiveness nor have any regret.” Now those words flew out easily but, as everyone knows, passion is the breeder of falsehoods. But I knew. And I did not care.

“Do you like my cunt brother? Is it nice and tight? It’s going to milk that come right out of you brother. Right into your sister’s slut body…incest my brother; right here, right now, just you and me …” I slammed my hand over her mouth to shut her up. She was not playing by the rules. Her body was mine, and our sin would be carried out in the time I set, not by the clock of her quivering cunt.

I pulled out and grabbed her by the hair. “You can show me what a slut you are. Suck my cock down-all the way or there will be hell to pay.”

“Ash-“That was all she managed before I grabbed her ears and hair and began forcing my penis down her gasping, gagging, throat. I hoped she didn’t reflexively bite my cock. She did not. Lisa gamely gulped at it with all that she was until finally, my streak of sadism not yet satisfied, and still feeling that she had been a bit presumptuous, I jammed the head deep into her throat, mashing her nose into my pubic hair. I knew she was not breathing. She began to shake around my cock and when I thought she might accidentally bite down, I pulled out.

Lisa’s first gasp of air was cut short as I threw her roughly, face-first, to the floor. Almost winded, she did not have time to really move, before I was straddling her buttocks, my cunt-oiled cock sliding between. As nice as it felt there was something else I wanted to do for the moment. She gasped, whether in passion or fright I didn’t care. I lifted her by the hips so that her lovely ass was pointed straight up at me, exposed for my use.

“You wish to sodomize me brother?”

I leaned in over her so that I could whisper directly into her ear. “You wish to be fucked in the ass?”

“Mmm.”

“You think deep anal incest would feel nice?” I taunted, while slowly retrieving my belt.

Her voice was as guttural as her mind. “Yes…fuck my ass brother…fuck me where I shit…make our sex dirty.” she moaned not noticing as I leaned back off of her and raised my arm.

CRACK! Lisa screamed as the belt hit her whip-style and again my hand flew across her mouth.

“I am not interested in your filthy desires at the moment. You gave your body for my use and I intend to use it without comment on your part. Is that clear? A nod of the head will do.” She nodded. I grabbed one of the large round candles from the end table. It had been burning for quite awhile judging form the amount of molten wax it contained. “Whatever happens, stay perfectly still.”

She did an admirable bob as the molten wax began to splatter across the pale skin of her back. She shook almost imperceptibly, but I forgave her that small violation of protocol as the stream of heat inched closer to her bottom-and began to trickle down to her lovely anus. A gasp of air, that was all the sound she made as she bravely absorbed the pain of the molten wax trickling between her thighs, and finally dripping from the petal-lips of her pussy.

“You read the books. You learned the magic?” I asked Lisa as her breathing began to settle.

“I would not presume to know the magic brother. But yes I read them. And I did not ask those things idly. I wanted you brother. I wanted us to be a cyst in the heart of God the tyrant. You and I together. Was it not meant to be?”

“I haven’t decided yet what I think, but for now, come to my bed. We will commit incest there, and let our sin cause pain to the Heaven and all who serve there.”

THE END