BROTHER AND SISTER DISCOVER THEIR TRUE NATURE 1 by Sapphyre

Feature Writer: Sapphyre

Feature Title: BROTHER AND SISTER DISCOVER THEIR TRUE NATURE 1

Published: 15.03.2023

Story Codes: Scat, Incest, Demonic, Ritual Sex, Transgender

Synopsis: Brother and sister find their repressed memories

Author Notes: Please find below a story I hope you enjoy and consider for publication on your XP website. Some of it is even true.

Brother And Sister Discover Their True Nature 1

It is a truism that there are a lot of fantasists and time thief on the Internet. Satanists are not exempt from this and indeed possibly have more than usual. Satan started knocking on my door when I was a teenager and I genuinely believe I was possessed — there were suppressed memories which were well hidden.

I had put up a number of satanic-themed pictures, which used rituals from the internet — to attract attention — indeed that was the aim. I needed to go further and deeper into the occult and satanism, but did not know how to.

Becoming both gay and transsexual, and being openly so, was so much easier than saying that — I worshiped Satan — and was happy to admit it. There had been fake rituals and so called masters who claimed to have knowledge and ready tot tutor me which had lead nowhere.

I could have easily stayed at that level doing satanic porn pictures and pseudo-rituals. Let’s be honest, it was incredibly erotic and I enjoyed every minute — but needed more — there was a drive to progress and go further, becoming more satanic and submitting to the Devil which I could not explain. In many ways, it would have been better, if I had stayed at that point.

So the pictures I posted got more depraved and corrupt. I learned to recognize the, “Time-thieves.” The rituals, such as, they then were changed. They became necessary and addictive. I should have stopped or left it at that level but it was not an option.

The problem was I am the real deal, I believe and am prepared to go further, there is something dark in my very being. Before what I am about to relate failed to grasp what that truly meant and the sacrifice required and the joys and power too it has to be said. Did not exactly know that then and need a true satanist to draw it out and make me appreciate what I really was.

They say, “Like attracts like,” and one day on the internet came across a profile which was different to the rest. Initially it scared me and felt was not ready to submit and become so extreme. I book marked the profile and was drawn to it — and equally repulsed by it.

Something drew me to him and it was a guilty pleasure. Wrote many messages but sent none. Then one night, at two o’clock in the morning, I awoke from a dream. There seemed to be scratching in the room. I was incredibly erect as were my nipples which are so very sensitive, since I started on hormones.

With a trembling hand opened up the laptop, and surprisingly scared, pressed the send button. I received a reply several hours later and it took a lot of willpower to actually open my master’s message.

He said he had noticed me and my pictures some time ago; and had been expecting me to message him. He sensed I was genuine and that he had a power on me. We talked and what he said made perfect sense about the dark and my role.

Told him about my possession when a teenager when using a Ouija board with my sister and my experiences with satanism and my rituals. The  master wanted to develop me and show myself — the true me — and what I could become to serve Satan and Lilith.

There was a feeling he had power and was true but failed to realist his true strength. I became a slave to a satanic master, his plaything. The master wanted to do a ritual with me over the internet it would help and bring his acolyte closer, sub and master.

Initially I resisted, but we both knew that he controlled me now so we agreed on a time in the middle of the night where we would share cams and he would initiate me into his coven.

If we are to be honest it was erotic but did not take it as seriously as I should. That it would let the dark in me out and make my body a vessel for demons and my soul would belong to Satan heard it all before but did not quite believe.

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It was two-thirty in the morning. I was in my pentacle. My altar incense was burning; and having opened the circle, I was ready. I had done my make-up — putting on a wig, bra, panties, stockings and high heels — I opened my camera.

My master was there in a skull mask, big teeth and horns, lit by candles.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

He started to chant for me, saying strange words in Latin — I read these words out loud. Initially, it seemed strange and role play almost — then it turned serious. The room turned cold and the candles flickered, the scratching noise returned and I thought I saw impossible shadows.

Could not stop saying the incantation. Something was leading me on though — I was scared — I felt myself changing. My master ordered me to evacuate my bowels into a goblet and show him. This idea repulsed me, but I squatted down and manged to fill the goblet with my own scat. The smell was not as bad as I expected, but I was under his control now.

My master ordered me to put my finger in my own shit and draw a pentacle on my belly and show him, on camera, when I had finished.

How I could do such a depraved act was beyond me, but I did, and my cock was rock hard and I had never felt so aroused. My master ordered me to taste my own scat, I felt I would vomit, but obeyed, precum leaking from my cock as I put my feces in my mouth.

Finally my master showed me his erect cock and we stroked off together climaxing in some satanic ritual. My master then told me we were bound together and I had let the dark in and would become a satanic succubus.

After the ritual had finished, I had a shower and felt better, managing to get some sleep. I awoke the next morning and almost hoped it had never happened, but the taste in my mouth, my hard on and the dream I awoke from told me otherwise.

I had to stroke myself off, but my mind was full of the pentacle and demons. Lunch time at work I went to the toilets and needed to orgasm again. Then at the evening, we exchanged messages and he explained the ritual was very powerful and I would feel the effect as the dark engulfed me.

I needed to cum three times a day and share messages with my master every day. He ordered me to post pictures of me eating my own shit, that I was his bitch and a willing sub.

Yes, he was right. The dark had entered me again and I remembered an experiment with a Ouija board with my sister when both young teenagers — which ended up with us getting naked and committing incest. My rituals became more intense the shadows more solid and I got more scared. However I could not stop. The ritual we had both undergone had the effect my master intended. I was his.

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The sense of power overwhelmed me at times and I was out of control. My libido skyrocketing. My master’s demands were more extreme.

There was an issue with my laptop and it lasted several days and tried to break way from my master — but I returned — as we both knew I would. The scratching, the dancing shadows, and sense of dread during rituals only got stronger. But still, I knew I could not stop. I felt like a puppet.

I made a permanent small room into my shrine. It had an altar with a skull, a statue of Baphomet and satanic wall hangings. It was here I felt most at home. Initially it was just a room, but soon it seemed to got soaked with satanic power. My cum, piss, and scat, seemed to create a atmosphere of its own.

My master encouraged me on my journey to becoming a transgendered satanic succubus and ordered me to post pictures of the altar and my rituals to attract others to the dark. He had realized I was an exhibitionist that it was very easy to manipulate me that way.

The problem with having a high libido and sense of power is that you are easily aroused and all the women’s skirts seem shorter and heels higher.

My sister came round and I would have sworn she was coming on to me! Which is not to say that people both men and women did not respond to the sense that I had power. My pictures got more comments and more people messaged me.

There was a realization that I had to get into the right head space as well. Masturbating three times a day is all well and good and I felt the dark grow in me but if I am to serve Satan and Lilith I really need to get some control over my emotions.

One day my sister came over. She was cool about me being bisexual and transgender. I had shown her some pictures of me dressed and even some more risque pictures of me in lingerie. She had commented on my good legs and seemed to enjoy these pictures.

She said that last time she was here, that she’d seen my shrine and had questions. She had been initially frightened by the room, but went in and needed answers — which I gave her in an as honest and non-threatening manner.

I said it was not negative or anything like that, but a real positive aspect to my life. I explained that was a satanist; and that that was harder than coming out as bisexual.

All this she listened to and said the “Room,” called to her and had awoken some repressed memories from childhood. There was a lot to process, she said, but she was at least not negative about it.

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It was a tense few days and I was vastly relieved when she phoned asking to see the room again. She was more heavily made-up and could only be showing more skin and those heels were definitely higher.

I left her alone in there for several very long minutes before she came out looking flushed. My sister said she would phone again very soon.

I sent her some pictures of me, during a ritual. Initially, they were all of me in lingerie or naked, but with my back to the camera. But then, the exhibitionist in me won out and I added a couple of me with an erection, masturbating into the goblet.

I paused before pressing the send button but my master had said I would be serving Satan and Lilith — if I was to corrupt my sister — so I pressed the button.

Half an hour later I got a phone call. She explained that if I was to promise to never show anyone or post them, that she would send me a picture back which would explain where she was in processing things.

Of course I agreed, and got sent back a photo of my sister, that she had taken in the room of herself, in bra and panties, hold-up stockings and heels by the altar. She was clearly aroused, but more interestingly in the folds of the curtains, you could almost make out a horned face.

This had appeared several times in the past and I took it as a good sign. I wanted to fuck my sister so badly. I wanted to corrupt her and make her one of Satan’s brides — but knew she had only started on her path — and it was a very steep learning curve with a lot to understand.

Took a risk and sent her my login and password for site where I posted my pictures and chatted with my master. My sister is intelligent and can make her own mind up. Satan calls and he wants people to choose him willingly.

My sister came over. She would never dress like a slut outside, but the slit in her skirt went very high, the heels were very high and had a lot of bosom was on display.

She was nervous, but also very determined. She said first off that she had been very aroused by my pictures and had played with her clit to them. This was pretty astonishing in itself. Then she said she had heard Satan calling for several months now, that we had unfinished business and we had to work through this before we could move on. She felt Satan could play a large part in her life and was prepared to take part in a ceremony with me and be initiated.

She wanted to have sex with me and appreciated how powerful our coupling would be. She too was getting recovered memories about our Ouija session. Finally, she said that there could never be any pictures taken of her.

I hoped this would change over time as she progresses on her satanic journey, but appreciate her reasons. Actions have consequences and I have heard too many stories about people, who have put up pictures of themselves, and it has gone wrong for them.

We checked the calendar for the next full moon and told her to bathe before the ceremony. We hugged and she left her heels clicking behind her.

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The time came and my sister arrived. I had lit candles and incense in the room previously. We sat down stairs nervously drinking too much wine waiting till midnight. Several times she asked if it was time yet. At eleven-thirty, in the evening, it was time to get ready.

We took turns to shower and I put on a cloak and my sister wore a simple cotton long nightdress. We were both barefoot and naked underneath. Just before midnight we were outside the room. My sister’s auburn hair was tied back. I asked again, if it was what she truly wanted and she proclaimed that she was — that she wanted to be a Bride of Satan — holding hands we entered the shrine.

I rang the bell nine times, opened the circle by pointing a knife at the four cardinal points.

“In the name of Satan,” I said, “The ruler of the earth. The king of the world. I command the forces of darkness to bestow their infernal power upon us! Open wide the gates of hell and come forth from the abyss by Satan, Lucifer, Belial, and Leviathan.”

I paused and then continued.

“One who repents her past heresies and craves to be accepted into the grace off our my master, Satan; designated by the creator, the Lord off this world from its beginning to its end. Enter penitent — that you may abuse yourself — before the only true God,”

At this my sister stepped into the circle and knelt before me, next to the altar.

“Are you prepared to serve our Lord Satan with your whole mind, body and soul — permitting nothing to deter you from the furtherance of his work?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Do you freely undertake to accept without question all orders that may be given to you by those he has placed, or may place, in authority over you?” I asked.

“Yes,” she murmured again.

“Repeat after me,” I said, “Sentence by sentence. The words I am about to say — By the symbol of the creator, I swear henceforth to be … A faithful servant of His most puissant Arch-Angel, the Prince Lucifer … Whom before departing to perform further wonders … He designated as his regent and Lord of this world … As a being now possessed of a human body in this world … I swear to give my full allegiance to its lawful master … To worship him, our Lord Satan, and no other … To despise all man-made religions … And to bring contempt upon them whenever that may be done without courting danger … To undermine the faith of others … In such false religions, wherever possible … And bring them to the true faith. I swear to give my mind, body and soul unreservedly … To the furtherance of the designs of our Lord Satan”

My sister repeated, line after line, her erect nipples were clearly visible under the night dress.

There was an unnatural silence in the room the candlelight flickering, the smell of incense, my cock was so hard, her eyes were slightly glassy and we both realized what we had done and were about to do.

She knelt there in front of me, I undid her hair and let it tumble over her shoulders, then took the knife from the altar, paused, she nodded slightly and I cut all the way down her cotton shift to reveal her naked body — large breasts with erect nipples, her shaven pussy and milk white skin.

All forbidden between brother and sister.

I let my cloak drop to the floor and we were both naked in the pentacle. Without being told, she went down on to all fours like a dog, her head looking at the goats skull and statue of Baphomet on the altar. Her ass was up in the air, exposing her pussy. Kneeling behind her and went on my knees. My cock was poised at her pussy lips.

Suddenly, she said quietly in a strange voice, “Fuck the bitch. Fuck the brood mare. Fuck your sister,” then she moaned, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Satan.”

I was almost without control of my cock as I entered her wet, willing, pussy.

“Fuck me Satan! Fuck me Satan!” she said repeatedly.

I started to fuck her slowly. I entered my sister’s pussy. I filled her my shaft, completely entering her up to my tight balls.

“Take it bitch, take it,” I muttered time after time.

It was as if we were puppets of demons, who had possessed us, as we fucked like beasts in heat, together on the floor. Sweat glistened on our bodies and there was something animalistic about our coupling as we fucked.

I am not sure how long we rutted like base creatures, but we both felt filled with the dark and out of control. Finally I was about to cum.

“Take Satan’s seed broodmare,” I panted.

“Fill me with Satan’s seed,” she groaned.

I pushed in deeper and harder and finally pumped my cum deep into my sisters forbidden pussy —  both reaching orgasm, and at this point of the ceremony, we both collapsed, hugging each other.

She lay there on the floor exhausted. Her legs, arms and head at the points of the pentacle. I put candles in her hands, which she held as I lit them.

I stood up

“Eva, ave Isis,” I chanted, “Vade Lilith, vade retro Mirzam! Jesus Bethlemitus maledictus est! Gloria tibi, Domine Lucifere, per omnia saecula, saeculorum. Amen.”

I closed the circle pointing the knife again at the four cardinal points.

She lay there the candles burning down, looking glassy eyed, her brother’s cum running out of her pussy, her pointed breasts and the dark filing her. We had committed incest, my sister had been initiated into satanism and I, well, I had corrupted her. It felt such a short journey and a circular one at that.