TRISH’S MONSTER

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Trish’s Monster

Chapter 1

She sat in the dark, staring at a computer screen. Wearing nothing but a green tank top, her perky posture and pointed nipples showed her lust profusely. Her figure, she thought, was cute. Large B cups leading to a slim waist and descending on what some might called a fleshy, curved ass. On the computer screen, pictures of young-looking cartoon boys. “Shota” she heard it being called around the Internet, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was already getting exited, every touch of hers sparked a feeling of lust and want. Suddenly, she felt her cock move.

Monstrous even in its unaroused state, it hung limply down the chair. Even staring at it made her all the more exited. Twitching and shifting, it was slowly coming to life. The gigantic organ was like Frankenstein’s Monster, she thought. She chortled when she thought of Frankenstein looking at her dick and proclaiming “IT’S ALIVE!” Her hand reached down to grip it, and even now it was getting too big for her to fit her hand around the thing. Christ, this thing is massive, she thought to herself.

She began to slowly play with it, enjoying the sensations that it was giving her. She wanted more, she wanted faster. She focused her attentions back on the pictures, seeing a flurry of cute, almost girl-like men. Both hands on her cock now. God, every one of them would have begged her to just touch this magnificent organ. She increased her hand movements. Her breathing became more rapid.

She lost herself in the fantasy. More and more, she was imagining herself penetrating them with her gigantic shaft. Their eyes rolling back, as she forcibly fucked them with the gigantic slab of meat. How lucky these guys would be, just to touch it. Just to lick it. Her heart was racing all the more, and she felt dizzy and horny. Her gigantic cock was now at the level of her B cup breasts.

No longer thinking about the pictures, she lost herself in the narcissism of it all. Fuck those boys, she thought. All I need is me. Her mouth became cave-like as she tried to fit the apple sized cock head in her mouth. Her hands moved down to her pussy, under her large ball sack, which was dripping so badly, she was wetting the chair. Finger after finger went in, and it would illicit a moan from her every time, stimulating her cock even more. Her tongue worked in frantic motion, licking all over the shaft and teasing purple cock head. And finally, she was ready to take it down her throat.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done it before. Once she fucked her throat raw just trying to experience the sensation over and over again. She remembered the first time that she did it, Christ was that awful. Training and experience had paid off, and she was quite certain that she could best anyone in her school at deep throating. Inch after inch sunk in, while she concentrated on her breathing. After all, she was at constant risk of choking herself. Jesus, she thought. What a way to go! Cause of death: Deep throating herself. She could imagine her erection, even on the morgue table, at full mast. What would her parents think then!?

She felt the tugging in her cock, and she knew from experience that she was nearly there. Her hazel eyes rolled into the back of her head and her balls tightened, almost ready to fire.

And fire they did. Straight into her waiting mouth. Hopelessly swallowing, she knew that it was a losing battle. At one point or another, she was going to get overwhelmed and the carpet was going to suffer like it did countless times before. She could see the carpet now, its former blue state long gone, now riddled with “mysterious stains.” It was illuminated by the open door, bringing light from the hallway in.

Wait a minute. OH GOD, she thought to herself. All sense of rationality vaporized from her brain, and as an impulse, she began to open her mouth to speak.

Boy, was that a mistake, as she forgot what task her cock had given her, and she immediately began coughing, dislodging the massive missile from her throat. The cock suddenly gained a mind of its own, and it began flopping back and forth, shooting large wads of semen everywhere. Her vision became obscured, and she frantically tried to rub her eyes.

Trish’s brother stood in total shock as he witnessed his little sister’s massive organ completely coat her and her monitor with jizz. After what seemed like ages, her cock slowly deflated, its large spurts slowly transitioning into small rivulets. Coming to his senses, he went over to his helpless little sister and began using his t-shirt to wipe her face off. “Trish, what the hell?” He barely mouthed to her, almost inaudible as he was still trying to process what happened.

Trish immediately looked down for a minute, and then asked “Can you get me a towel? I really made a mess of myself.”

Steve’s entire body seemed to be working under impulse. Without thinking, he left the room and got a towel from the bathroom. He walked back to her room, mind still working over the gigantic shaft. How could my sister have a cock? He thought. How could it be bigger than mine? His arm reached out with the towel, some big brother instinct turning on, and he began cleaning the cum off her body with it.

A “Thanks big brother” was what he got from her, face contorted into a smile. He looked lower and saw it, hanging limply now. He almost wanted to scream, get sent to an insane asylum. He could not comprehend what was happening here.

“What’d you want?” She said, trying to change the subject. But the image of “it” was constantly running through his mind.

“Wh-when?” He attempted some form of question.

“I’ve always had it.” Trish looked down, trying to avoid making eye contact with her cock right now. “That’s why mom and dad kept me from doing stuff with you.” She said in post orgasmic bliss.

“H-How huge?”

“I…measured myself once. At that time, it was over a foot long. Its grown since then.” Trish’s fingers reached down and wiggled it a little.

He began to come to his senses, albeit still freaked out. But his rational side was beginning to come back. Dick or no dick, this was his sister he was talking to. And even though they were always a little distant, he still loved her with all his heart.

“You’re not gonna freak out or something, are you?” She asked.

“Jesus Trish.” He began to say, “How the hell did you keep a secret that huge from me all this time?” And with that, he sat on the floor, his knees weak for some reason. He suddenly remembered why he went in her room. “Oh! Do you have the stapler in here?”

She got up from her now incredibly wet seat, and went over to her desk drawer. All the way, he could hear her cock slapping loudly against her thighs. Focusing his attention away from her for a minute, he saw, though a smeary screen, what she was looking at online.

“Its not what it seems like, actually. Trish said as she handed her brother the stapler, her face beet red.

Without thinking, Steve grunted “You’re sick” and left her room, slamming the door shut.

A few seconds of silence passed, and then Trish muttered “Well, that was awkward.”

Chapter 2

The next morning, Trish’s alarm sounded, not quite waking her up. For the entire night, she was unable to sleep, the words of her brother sinking into her skin. She spent a good six hours with her eyes closed, just thinking about what he said.

She threw her legs to the side of her bed, cock shifting under the covers, and got up. Her now limp dick hung more than halfway down her thigh. “Good morning” She said to her cock, swaying her hips a little, letting it wave back. Thirty minutes later she was dressed, showered, and heading downstairs. Her cock was hidden by incredibly loose fitting pants, obscuring the large organ from view and tied down with her favorite ribbon to keep it in check. Sitting at the table, her brother spooned large helpings of cheerios into his mouth.

“Ready for school yet?” She asked, hips subconsciously swaying. It was Steve’s last year at the rotten Rockford High School, and to be honest, Trish was jealous. God, how she wanted her two years to be up already.

“In a minute, sis” Steve responded, the incident of yesterday seeming to be miles away. Later on, he had started to feel bad about what he had said to his little sister, and he spent a lot of last night the same way she did. “Listen…”

“Don’t worry about it. I know what you saw was…a big shock for you. I’m sure you didn’t mean what you said, either. How about we just forget about the whole thing and move on?”

“God, Trish. You know, you’re my little sister, right? It doesn’t matter what you got under there, you’re still my little sister, you know?”

As they embraced, tears uncontrollably cascading down Trish’s cheeks, she heard that familiar sound….The bus!

“Ah shit, I missed it.”

“I’ll give you a ride.”

The car ride wasn’t nearly as awkward as either of them thought it was going to be. Steve was trying the best he could to accommodate the new data about her with the old. He avoided the sexual orientation question.

Steve’s beat up Ford K-car pulled into an empty parking spot. And before she got out, he gave her a hug, and quietly told her that he still loved her, no matter what. Then, they parted ways; onto opposite ends of the school.

Trish fished through her pocketbook and put on her glasses. She could never keep up with trends, and her thin rim glasses definitely reeked of 5 years ago. Nowadays, if kids wanted to make themselves look intelligent or deep they would purchase a pair of thick rim glasses, which made everyone look like 1950’s style NASA engineers with bad hair dye jobs.

Trish was too academic to listen to trends anyways. Her knotted brunette hair and freckled features accented her as a cute, intelligent woman. If it wasn’t for that huge cock, she probably would have gotten herself a boyfriend. But as it stands, she’s complacent with her current situation.

Everyone at school thinks she’s “lezzy” anyways. She and two of her friends, Stacy Parker and Allison Bryne would spend their after school days when not studying, having orgies. She, of course, didn’t try to hide her feelings for the two. In fact, they have a reputation of Frenching each other between classes. And, she remembered, there was a rumor a year ago about them going at it in the girl’s locker room. If only they knew what really happened!

She smirked to herself, which, in the hallway, must have made her look insane. Oh well, fuck ’em, she thought. They probably wouldn’t appreciate it anyways. Who said that book smart chicks don’t know how to have fun? Her classroom was near, and entering it, she knew she was in for a long day. She saw Stacy sitting next to her seat, and Trish pecked her on the cheek.

“God, I need your cock so bad.” Stacy whispered.

“Maybe later.” Trish said, smirking. She then sat down and began to get ready to take notes.

At three o’clock the bell finally rang, and for Trish, it couldn’t have come too soon. All day, images of Stacy’s tall, slightly muscular frame went through her mind. Finally, during lunch, she convinced Stacy to go with her into the ladies room to relieve some pressure, and she didn’t get to finish before the bell rang! So, running off to class muttering to herself, Trish was faced with finishing the task by herself, which she didn’t mind that much. But Jesus, did they have to be in such a hurry all the time?

All three went on the bus to Stacy’s house. Her parents were barely there most of the time, so they usually tended to get loud. One time, she remembered, one of their neighbors called the cops, thinking that someone was getting killed. It was the most agonizing and embarrassing moment of her life, as she talked to this fat, balding cop for almost three hours!

Suddenly, something jerked her out of her mind. No, she wouldn’t, she thought. But lo and behold, she looked down and saw Stacy’s hand inside of her pants, feeling and stroking her cock with her finger. “Stacy, don’t” she said, her secret growing as Stacy gripped the monster. Stacy’s face started out as a smirk, and it just kept getting wider and wider as Trish got larger and larger. God, those two could act like such sluts sometimes! As she got harder and harder, her protests got quieter and quieter. Soon, that feeling was replaced with a need to get off. She didn’t care where, or how. Just as long as she relieved herself. The monster was growing in her sweatpants, and she was pretty sure that anyone would be able to see it now, bulging. The piece of cloth holding her cock to her leg was barely holding on, now in constant threat of breakage.

She covered it with her backpack, barely large enough to hide the wood she was sporting. God, this was turning her on something fierce. She felt like ripping off the bit of cloth and standing up where everyone could see her cock. She wanted to strip naked and walk out of there, with everyone staring. She was building up towards orgasm, and she felt like nothing could stop her now. But suddenly, she felt Stacy’s hand retract, and she instantly shot back to Earth. “Come on, Trish, its our stop” Stacy said.

Trish exited from the bus, her backpack pressed tightly to her erection. God this is so embarrassing, she thought to herself. But it no longer mattered. They were there, and they had hours to themselves. “You’re gonna pay for that, Stace” Trish said, now making no effort to cover the large tent in her sweatpants. Stacy simply tossed her hair a little and smiled a sadistic smile, one that told them both that she was expecting just that.

They were all entangled in each other within seconds of getting the door open. Struggling to get one another out of clothes, they eventually fell down on the floor, and started laughing. Allison quickly collected herself, got up, and closed the door. “Jesus you two. Don’t you ever worry that someone might see us doing this?”

“So what?” Trish said, touching her erection through the flimsy fabric. “Fuck ’em.”

“You probably would, you huge slut.” Stacy said jokingly. “Come on, let’s at least try to get to my room before we start fucking each other, huh?”

They barely made it, teenage hormones being what they are. Trish, however, had more hormones pumping through her than she knew what to do with. She wouldn’t tell anyone this, but she was always feeling confused and horny. It sucked having the hormones of both sexes interfering with everything you did. Not to mention those two’s constant teasing! She thought to herself. Christ, she lost count of the number of times that they just left her with blue balls.

The truth, as Trish’s brain could figure it, was that all three of them were confused by what their body was telling them. And all three of them also could relate to each other because they were all social outcasts. They all met up in a library, and all three of them were reading philosophy. Stacy Kierkegaard, Allison Descartes, and Trish Derrida. All three of them loved reading, but recently, fucking became a much higher priority.

They frantically stripped of their clothing, coalescing into a large pile on the floor in clumps. Stacy’s ginger blond hair accented her cute features and high cheekbones. Her C cup tits sat proudly on her chest, and her shaved pussy was inviting. Allison’s black hair obscured her face, and she was shorter than the two. Her breasts were D cups, which always surprised everyone. Her timid nature is probably what shied away a lot of potential dates. Her pussy, as well, was shaven. Something that all three of them got into the habit of doing now since none of them liked picking hair out of their teeth.

Trisha’s cock stood proud, and the sheer size of it would make it look obscene on anyone, let alone on a 5’6” girl. Allison and Stacy immediately went down on Trish, servicing their desperate friend. Stacy began to put her mouth around Trish’s cock by popping her jaw out, a trick she can thank her dentist for giving her when he popped her jaw out extracting her wisdom teeth. Allison hovered around Trisha’s cunt, licking and teasing the clit and slowly working her way up and down. “Oh god” she murmured, feeling the excitement in the room. She was in heaven, her friends giving her the outlet she so desperately needed all day. Stacy was working Trisha down her throat, a feat that she only recently started practicing. It felt good, all the same, the tight, wet confines of her throat giving ample stimulation.

Then, both Allison and Stacy pulled away from Trish’s crotch. Knowing what was next, Trish fished through her purse, finding a condom in there, and began putting it on as Stacy positioned herself on the bed. “Come on, Trish. Put your beast in my beauty” Trish snorted a little at the nerdiness of her comment.

Trish smiled ear to ear, as she pointed her loaded weapon at the 17 year old’s surprisingly tight cunt. She moved closer, and the cock head made contact with the moist pussy. Up and down on the slit, teasing Stacy mercilessly. She gave Stacy the look as though “this is exactly what you deserve!” until finally she began putting it in.

Trish was always surprised by how much of her cock she could fit in these two. Slowly, she worked her way to about 6 inches of girl cock in her best friend. And so began the slow journey to the bottom of her cunt. She worked her way for a while, slowly letting Stacy’s cunt adjust to the monster. And soon, 3/4ths of it were inside. The large cock bulged her abdomen obscenely, making it seem like she had a small kid in there. And pretty soon, she was there, at the entrance to her cervix.

Now began the fun part. She worked her hips faster, building speed and working her cock in an out of the teenager. She looked at Stacy, who was biting her lip to avoid screaming at the top of her lungs again. God, she thought. These two are insatiable. Trish felt Stacy grip her cock, and knew that the little minx just had her first orgasm.

Now she was working like a pure piston of cock, moving in and out like a blur. Trish was really feeling wet, and she knew that her orgasm was soon. Her movements were frantic, trying to get off as fast as possible. Suddenly, her orgasm hit, and Stacy’s second was just beginning.

Thanks to the condom, Trish didn’t make a mess of Stacy’s insides. However, there was a growing problem, and that was that the condom was growing. It was ballooning up too fast for the blond to handle, and Trish quickly pulled it out. It was like some bizarre gag, the sheer amount of cum that filled up inside. Like someone was blowing air into it, white, sticky air.

Allison actually timed Trish’s orgasm. She came for almost 10 minutes straight. And afterwards, Allison showed her degenerate side by taking the condom off and drinking the cum, licking her lips afterwards. “Now who’s the slut?” Allison said, half jokingly. She burped and everyone was smelling semen.

“Apparently you.” Stacy said, leaning in to french Allison. Afterwards, Stacy licked her lips and said “Share next time.” And smacked her on her cute butt.

In about 20 minutes, Trish was feeling up to a second fuck. This time, it was anal. Allison could be so slutty sometimes! Putting on another condom, she took pleasure as Allison’s anus sucked her cock in. The tugging sensation would have been more than enough to set Trish off, had it not been for the amazing fuck she just had. And so, onward Trish went into Allison’s ass. Slowly working her cock to the root. Unlike Stacy, Trish took it even slower now. Letting Allison adjust to the monster in her. Slowly but surely, the pace quickened, and when it was all said and done, Allison had 3 orgasms to Trish’s 1. More followed, with them switching positions, and giving oral. Two hours later, they looked at the time and realized it was getting close to when Stacy’s mom was coming home.

After they were all done, they cleaned up and took a shower together. Then, they took out their homework and started on that, staying in that general position in the kitchen when Stacy’s mother arrived. Stacy’s mom kissed Stacy, and greeted Trish and Allison with a friendly “Hello.” Then, they all sat down to a simple spaghetti meal, which helped them recover from that afternoon.

All in all, Trish figured, if it wasn’t for the orgies they would sometimes have, you would mistake us for just a couple of bookworms. Stacy’s mom offered to drive both Allison and Trish home, which they gladly accepted. And all the way to their houses, they talked about what kinds of collages they might want to go to in two years.

As Trish got ready for bed, she realized what a fucked up day it has been. And if it wasn’t for her body, she probably would’ve stayed up all night pontificating and reflecting on the events of the day. However, physical stresses being what they are, she instantly feel asleep.

Chapter 3

The next day, Trish was woken by her mother, about to leave for work. “Get up honey,” she said in her usual syrupy voice. Ever since Trish was born, her mother knew exactly what she was, but always seemed so damned pleasant about it. Every time that she wanted to bring it up to her brother, her mom would then loose the sunny disposition and begin to sternly remind her that her organ might not be welcomed very warmly.

It wasn’t as though it was a big deal for Trish. Steve never asked whether or not she had a dick, so she never said anything. It’s just the way that she usually dealt with family matters, even if it might not be the right way for her to approach it.

“Get up, Trisha Fremont .” Her mom said, with an air of authority. Trish pulled the covers off, still tired from the day before. In her absentmindedness, she forgot to cover up her gigantic cock, and it flopped out in full view of her mother, already half hard. “Jesus, Trish” Her mom gulped.

Her mother continued. “I’m going to work late tonight, to I left some money for you and your brother to get some pizza. I’ll see you at about 8 or so, a-alright?” She said, eyes on the giant organ.

“Alright, love you mom.” Trish said, her mind on nothing but beating this thing down to a more manageable size.

Trish stood up and went to the shower. This is how her personal relationships tended to consist of. All of her dates with boys ended in her giving handjobs, her mother was at the same time aroused and confused by the gigantic organ that protruded from her pubis. Her brother is stuck in a constant loop, constantly reiterating his love for his darling sister. And finally, her father was just kind of indifferent towards the whole “Daughter Father” relationship thing that usually festers in less dysfunctional family relationships. She, of course, observed a much different relationship in other families, including her best friends’ fathers.

Her father is dealing with a different situation, after all, and he must be endlessly confused on how to treat her. She giggled a little in the shower thinking if he’d bring her to a whore house on her 18th, letting her “pop her cherry”, or was he just going to treat her like a darling daughter with an extra appendage, always protecting her from promiscuous boys?

The contact of her hands on her moist body brought about a very familiar sensation, and before she knew it, she was rock hard in the shower. A little coo emanated from her lips, and she began to use both hands to stroke the gigantic monster hanging before her. Flashes of images began fluttering through her mind, first delving in some shota. Not too long afterwards, the images began transfiguring into a younger version of her brother. God, this is so weird, she thought frantically stroking the turgid shaft. The image of a young, girly version of her brother lingered in her mind, giving her increased vitality. It wasn’t long until the giant cock head began shooting out cum by the bucketful. Each spurt creating an impressive arc into the base of the shower stall.

After washing herself down as quickly as she could, Trish rushed downstairs to eat something quick before departing. Her brother, she noticed, was in his usual spot, eating some cheerios before heading out to his car. “Hey sis, wait.” He said as she shoved a banana down her throat, looking back now as the object made its way down her throat. For a few moments all that he could do was mumble and shift in his seat, as the sexuality of his sister’s swallowing skills got the better of him. “Listen, I feel like all this time, I’ve never really gotten to know you.” Steve said, still frantically shifting in his seat. “I feel like we never really talk, ya know? How ’bout I give you a ride to school from now on.” He smirked, “Think of it as our personal time, no mom, no dad, just us.”

She nodded, and in doing so, a new morning ritual for them was invented. At first, the conversations were fairly awkward, as Steve didn’t really know what to say to his little sister. Trish would sit in her seat, arms placed on her thighs and sitting very upright. Both of them could tell that this wasn’t going to be easy. But, more and more, as Steve would tell Trish of his experiences at college parties, and all the things he’s done without their parent’s permission, the car became progressively more open and honest.

It only took a few weeks for her to begin sitting as though it was the most natural thing in the world, speaking about her friends and how freaky they were. Steve’s reaction to each and every utterance was to lick his lips, and occasionally say “woah,” as though everything that she said was wholly unbelievable.

“You know Allison, right?” She said once.

“Yeah, dark hair, really shy.”

“Well, she’s shy in normal day to day shit. But when we’re all together, some part of her just comes out that we don’t see usually. She’s a freak in the sac.”

“Woah, never figured her that way.”

“Yeah, every time all three of us get together, she always does the craziest shit. Not that I mind, but I never figured her for it.”

“Yeah.”

Then, like always, Steve would get hard. His erection was noticeable to both of them, but they ignored it, like it was commonplace. Before anything would get juicy, the car would arrive at the school, and each one of them would take a minute or so to compose themselves, getting ready for another day of complete boredom.

For Steve, however, each day would be occupied with images of his sister’s big cock. It was as though it could never be cleared from his memory, the giant organ shooting its gigantic load. Each and every nuance of that scene was captured and replayed in his day to day life at school. Not that it really mattered, he was already tuning out anyways. He had already been accepted to a decent university, and all he needed to do was not fail. Each and every class on his schedule was easy, and not at all challenging.

More and more, Steve felt a compulsion to touch it, he wanted to see it shoot because of him. Steve, more and more, became obsessed with it.

“Dammit” Steve said under his breath in his lunch period. His erection was starting again, the 8 inches of flesh getting rigid and tout. It was his sister, interfering with his bullshit english class. The teacher was old and bitter, and usually graded the students on how much he liked them. Steve did pretty well in the class. Steve excused himself from the class, making sure to get a hall pass from his teacher, and made his way down the hall.

Walking into the boys bathroom, he heard noises from the girl’s. It was a guttural noise, something that someone shouldn’t hear in school. It sounded like Trish, actually, and he remembered some of their talks. She was getting a handjob from one of her friends, the blonde one. Oh man, I gotta see this, Steve told himself, already getting even harder at the prospect of seeing his sister. Looking to see that no one would see him, he sleuthed into the girl’s bathroom, already feeling ashamed. The moans continued to get louder with his proximity, and he became sure that it was his sister’s voice. There was another noise as well, a slapping noise. It sounded squishy and slippery, as what he could only imaging was a hand furiously stroking his sister’s gigantic monster.

They were in the handicap stall, he was sure of it. He saw two people, and one looked crouched. He made his way into the adjacent stall, and looked up over the divider. And he confirmed his suspicions. Suddenly, his sister threw her head back in ecstasy, and her brow furrowed. There was an instant recognition in her face, and her mouth opened, in preparation to say something. Then, she began shooting her load, and her friend stuck her organ in her mouth, trying to swallow as much as she could.

With that, Steve ran out of the stall, and threw himself into a stall in the boy’s bathroom. His lungs were gasping in air as he processed her recognition of him. “Stupid, stupid” He uttered under his breath. But it was too late. His sister knew that he was a pervert. Now, he knew, she would never open up to her again, because of his voyeurism; their relationship was over, and he was the one who tore it down.

Trish was sitting on the stall of the handicap seat, wiggling around as her best friend gave her a handjob. God, this is fucking great. She thought to herself, her arousal increasing, thinking that just around the corner, someone might notice her. Her orgasm was imminent, and she had already given into it. Her head flew back, as another pleasurable sensation went cascading through her spine. Her eyes opened and there Steve was, mouth agape, watching her get off. Her mouth flew open, preparing some kind of question to ask him, but nothing came to mind. Seeing him, though, was the final spark that ignited her orgasm, and semen began flowing copiously through her penis. Right at that moment, he ran off, probably scared to death of seeing his sister like this. And as the orgasm subsided, all that formed in her mind was shame. Shame that her big brother, who she now looked up to, had witnessed something so atrocious. He had seen her at her weakest, and that brought her entire mood to a new low. “Was that your brother?” Stacy asked. All that Trisha could do is nod.

“Bro?” Steve heard in the boy’s bathroom. It was all that she could say, her mind processing what she had done at school. Very easily, she had found her big brother, and both of their faces showed a little bit of shame. Both of them hugged before going back to their respective classes, promising to sort this out after school was over.

Chapter 4

The car ride home was incredibly awkward. Both of them refused to speak to each other until they were at home, so instead, Steve put on Fredrik Throdendal’s Special Defects, one of the weird bands that both of them love. It was a mix of death metal and jazz, something eclectic for the more discerning metal fan. Instead of Steve’s usual banging on his steering wheel to the off beat rhythms, there was nothing but awkward shuffling.

Home was like Ithaca, the day feeling like a long journey finally coming to a final conclusion. They stepped inside and immediately sat at the kitchen, facing one another. What came next was a series of sentence fragments, awkwardly stated, and mostly false beginnings to the discussion. When both of them settled down and took deep breaths, the conversation really started.

“Sis, I know I’m a fuckin’ pervert for looking at you like that” Steve started

“I shouldn’t be doing what I did in the first place” Trish replied.

“Listen, sis, you should do whatever you want, I’m the one that was looking at you. I, uh, kind of.”

“Kind of what?”

“Well, sis, I kind of, uh, I…can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Why’d you run away when you saw me…cum?”

“Well, I was feeling like shit, you know?” His voice was getting a little louder, “I mean, here I am, I can’t stop thinking about you, and suddenly, there you were, you know? I mean, it really threw me off, I guess.”

“You find me pretty?” was all that Trish could say in response.

“Ya, I guess. I mean, look, I can’t stop thinking about you. Doesn’t that mean something?”

“I’ve been noticing your, ah, hard-ons in the car. I was kind of freaking out that you were gonna freak out like you did last time you saw me.”

“Sis, I love you. And I’ll always love you, and it doesn’t matter what you do, I’ll still love you.”

“Love me how? Like a brother? A lover?”

“Both!” He uttered, almost at the top of his lungs. Immediately, he reduced his voice back to a whisper. “I mean, why can’t I love you both ways?”

“I don’t know, Steve. I’ll have to think about this.” And then, the conversation ended.

Life wasn’t like a cheap porn novel, emotion is a complex beast, and both of them fully understood that now. That night, they tried leaning themselves into a more open relationship with one another. They ordered some disgusting flaccid pizza and wolfed it down. And afterwards, they both had a longer chat about what this would mean for both of them.

That night, they conceded to just spooning in the same bed, Steve feeling even more sexually frustrated as her erection was so close to him. And, while she slept soundly, Steve fidgeted for the entire night. And eventually, he drifted off into a shallow sleep, ending as soon as daylight poured into the room.

“Good morning” Trish said to her big brother, standing up to stretch. Just then, Steve caught a glimpse of the large beast. It was semi hard and throbbing. She could see his eyes fixated on it. She turned around, the large thing slapping her on her side, and oscillating back and forth like a pendulum. His mouth was drooling, and she could no longer deny her longing. “You can touch it.” She said, thrusting it upon the bed, while it was still growing to its full size.

Steve could feel the electricity of the moment surging throughout his body. Every poke, every touch of her cock was like a spark of lightning, and he could no longer contain his lust. He leaped forward, grabbing it with both of his hands, and began jerking it off rapidly, anxious to see it explode. His hands could barely contain the monster, and pretty soon, Trish was thrusting with her hips to speed up the process. Her balls were slapping loudly against his arms, and the giant cock head began leaking out pre-cum in large quantities.

The shaft increased in slipperiness, and Steve just tightened his grip. Her balls were constricting as she was preparing to shoot. The only warning that Steve got was a grunt and suddenly, gigantic quantities of sperm began shooting from the large organ. Soon, Steve’s face was covered in her seed, and she leaned down and started licking it off. Soon, they were both kissing each other, Steve tasting his sister’s sweet cum in his mouth. They stayed like that for a few minutes, and then showered separately to make sure they wouldn’t be late. Both of them knew that from this point forward, their entire relationship had changed, for the better? Neither of them knew, but they had finally resolved their feelings for one another.

That day in school, neither of them could wait to get home, eager to experiment with one another. Both of them, at some level knew that what they were doing was wrong. But ultimately, they felt nothing but love for one another while doing it, and that caused any feelings of guilt to be washed away.

They met up in the parking lot, Trish kissing her big brother on the cheek while he fumbled for his keys. “Trish, don’t. We don’t want anyone to think that we’re doing anything.”

“Don’t worry, bro. They all think I’m gay. Besides, what’s a little affection for my big brother?”

They got into the car, and they kissed a little more affectionately. Steve’s hands went for Trish’s large and concealed erection, while Trish slipped her hand underneath her big brother’s pants and gripped his shaft. Pretty soon, they heard someone come near, and panic stricken, Steve started the car and almost peeled out of the parking lot.

“Jesus, we almost got caught.” His erection got nothing but bigger. Trish’s hand never even left his pants, and he was feeling intense pleasure from her. He quickly put in a CD to offset this incredibly surreal moment, Lye By Mistake’s Arrangements For Fulminating Vective. The hardcore jazzy soundtrack just piled onto the surrealism of his cute sister jacking his cock off. It was turning the ordinary task of driving into something of a multi-variable calculus problem.

He came in his pants, somewhat unceremoniously. He felt the wetness of his shorts, and her hand retract. She licked the cum off her hand like a cat, and it just made him wish that he could return the favor. They couldn’t get to their house sooner, as they tried to avoid grabbing each other until they were in the house and the door was closed.

After that point, both of them couldn’t get enough of each other. Each of their hands worked their way, examining each other’s most sexy body features. Steve’s hands worked down and grabbed Trish’s meaty ass, and began squeezing, until she leaned backwards. Then, he unbuckled her pants and let her large cock hang loose, out in the open. He untied the ribbon constraining the large beast, as she rubbed his cock through his pants. Soon, both of them were naked, and fighting their way upstairs. They could hardly contain their excitement any longer, and almost didn’t make it to her room.

Finally plummeting in her bed, both of them grabbed each other’s dicks and began stroking. Trish took her glasses off and put them on the nightstand, her bare eyes showing all of her desires. She pushed him onto his back, and began working her way down his body, kissing every part of his stomach. She finally worked her way to his cock, letting all her cock-sucking experience come to fruition on his turgid member. She licked around the cock region, tasting sperm from the ejaculation in the car, and licked her lips. Then, she plunged her mouth onto the 8 inch shaft, deep throating him. Her cute face concentrated on this task, and Steve could only moan in response.

She was using her spare hand to rub her cock head, turned on by sucking his brother’s cock. Soon, her brother was cumming again. But this time, she swallowed every drop that came out, her mouth feeling like a vacuum. She increased the suction as she pulled the cock from her throat, her cheeks hallowing out. And finally, the cock emerged, wet with saliva. She licked her lips, and then went back up, frenching her brother. Both of them stayed there lip-locked for what seemed like forever, tasting each other’s mouths. Steve could feel the gigantic shaft erect and between their bodies, occasionally pulsing. His other hand moved to her cock, and she gave up control.

He positioned himself on top, looking at his sister. Her cute freckled face led to her perfect B cup breasts, leading down to her curved hips and her gigantic cock. His mouth went for her tits, licking and sucking and occasionally tugging on them, as she cooed in approval. Her hand began to push him down, and Steve knew exactly what she wanted him to do. Her cock was almost immediately underneath her tits, a gigantic organ jutting out of her small frame.

He began licking the shaft, his mouth unable to fit around the beast. One of his hands went to the base, rubbing her balls while the other went underneath into her vagina. She could feel every movement, every motion. Somehow, it felt different than the times that she and her friends would experiment. This felt so much better. She could hardly contain herself, and she began shooting ejaculate again, her cock pointed upwards. The semen began raining on both of them, as her balls emptied and soon it was over. Both were panting, and Steve moved in to kiss her again.

Later, after Steve took a shower, he went downstairs, seeing her in the kitchen. “Hey.”

“Hey” Her voice sounding much deeper than she intended.

“So, what made you decide so fast?”

“I don’t really know.” Her face twisted, then smiled. “I guess I realized that we both really loved each other.”

They kissed again, cutting loose way too soon for both of them. From this point on, Steve thought, things were going to be different.

Chapter 5

So for both Trish and and her brother, things had been going smoothly. Lately, to both their mother and father’s concern, they had been spending time with each other much more often. From watching shitty movies and laughing, while Steve would interestingly enough sit on Trish’s lap. Both their parents realized that something was amiss immediately, but neither really wanted to intervene. “After all,” Trish’s mom Carol said to Dave, her father, “she must be so lonely. Why take this away from her?”

And quite certainly, they didn’t intervene. In school, they tried to hide their relationship as much as possible. But at home, they did everything together. They listened to new avant garde metal together, watched the aforementioned shitty movies, and even did homework with one another. Every hand, every finger desperately reaching and caressing one another in the process. The only problem with this arrangement is Trish’s neglect of her study group. They would sometimes confront her in the school, and even yesterday, Stacy neglected her hand-job duties!

It was even worse for Steve. His band was calling him all the time asking him what had happened to their drummer. The band “Human Difference” was made up of band members inspired by the progressive noise movement and continued to foster in that department. The only problem, in his mind, was that they weren’t as talented as they wanted themselves to be. Their abilities didn’t exceed a Tomas Haake or Chris Pennie or anyone that amazing. But Steve had a penchant for polyrhythms, due to his mental capabilities. It gave him a little extra edge when he was banging out some pretty technical stuff. Not nearly on the scale of some of the greats, he wasn’t nearly fast enough; but anything was an improvement. Instead of those things they just spent time with each other pretty much and go to school. Eventually, Trish decided, something had to be done and so, the next day, she came to Stacy’s house with Steve in tow.

Both girls were flabbergasted, being partially naked from their own frustrated experiments. Their bodies entangled, like some kind of obscene poetry. Hands reaching through their cotton underwear into their crotches. It caused both Trish and Steve to get hard. Almost immediately, Steve swarmed to them, greeting both of them in earnest, almost as though he was unaware of the debauchery that was right in front of him.

“Hi Steve,” They said, Allison’s voice a higher pitch due to Stacy’s relentless finger poking.

Quickly afterwards, the duo dislodged from each other and began to chat with their old friend.

Stacy smiled devilishly. “Your brother’s so cute.”

“Thanks.” He replied, fingers drumming in his tangled mane of hair. “You’re all pretty smokin’ yourselves. Especially my sis’ here.” Steve pulled his sister close and put his hand on her penis for added effect.

Allison giggled at this, while approaching him, licking her lips. She immediately embraced him and they both began kissing one another with an almost violent fervor. It seemed to release some kind of sexual energy, and everyone’s hormones began surging like mad.

Then, there was a primal instinct that began passing down from person to person. A global awareness between the group and a desire to get as naked as humanly possible. Regardless of who was undressing, all eyes were on Trish as she took off her loose fitting pants, and untied her dick from her prison. It relished in its newfound freedom. On her face turned the largest shit eating grin anyone in the group had ever seen.

Meanwhile, Steve and Allison broke off their kissing to undress one another, hands beginning to explore one another’s most sexual areas. Stacy’s mother and father weren’t due back home until at least 10:00, and that meant plenty of time. There was no real rush, but each and every person felt like they had to.

Allison’s undulating breasts were finally free from the confines, and looked mouthwatering. Steve could no longer help himself as he knelt down and began sucking. This act just antagonized Trish and Stacy, as they felt a hidden urge to one up their antics. Stacy rubbed the giant, limp prick that Trish was brandishing. It began hardening to its obscene size slowly. Trish, as a result of this, began feeling faint, as she could feel blood rushing.

All that Allison could do is moan as her girlfriend’s brother stimulated her nipples. She was getting real horny, and began to go for Steve’s organ. They locked lips again while they masturbated one another. Allison began moaning into his mouth.

Steve got the message, and grabbed the condoms that they had brought. Allison was fidgeting while Steve fumbled with the condom pack. He was generally surprised at Allison’s sluttiness, Steve figured Allison for the type of girl that is very nervous outside of small groups, but in secret, she had a desire to be anything but. Soon, his dick was inside of her.

Meanwhile, Stacy and Trisha were kissing madly. Trish’s monster organ was growing, and rubbing against Stacy’s pussy, causing even more pleasurable sensations to befall the two. Very soon, Stacy was almost on the verge of cumming just from the dick rubbing against her clit.

All of them were moving and moaning, and there was a smell of sex in the air. Pheromones and sex smells were omnipresent. Allison was nervously biting the bottom of her lip while Steve continued thrusting his cock into her. Trish was fully erect and now devilishly eying her best friend’s hot cunt. Each and every one of them felt some kind of force, a raw sexual energy, coursing through them, similar to William Reich’s Orgone. If there was such an energy, this group was generating a shitton of it.

The pace was slowly increasing, the need for release slowly increasing. Allison and Stacy’s hips were meeting Steve and Trish’s thrusts. It was incredible, beyond words. It was also so guttural, so primal, that it was below it. Inexplainable to any of them, it just continued. And as it went on, pleasure just increased. There was a wall, a wall of pleasure? And all that they were trying to do was hit it.

Each and every one of them could feel it now. Some kind of sexual energy, or pheromones, or whatever spiritual crap, they were all on the verge of mind blowing orgasms. Allison and Stacy’s eyes were rolled back into the back of their head, and Steve and Trish were gritting their teeth, frantically hanging on to what they both felt would be a magical, amazing moment.

Then, all of them exploded.

Screams of pure pleasure came from almost everyone. The wall of pleasure was hit, and every one of them orgasmed, muscles tightening and relaxing. It was as though they all hit the wall going 90 miles an hour, and every minute afterward felt like the aftermath. Their minds foggy, their bodies motionless, and their breathing frantic. “Holy shit.” Trish said, frow brimming with sweat.

Allison and Steve just lay there, looking content and holding hands. Already, they felt closer to one another than they ever did before. There was no explanation for it, it was a couple to be, probably. Just that kind of situation, where Steve definitely thought it felt right. They began kissing, while Stacy and Trish swarmed around the room, getting it looking and smelling presentable.

“So, um, how is your band doing, Steve?” Allison asked, cheeks flushed red.

“Perfect”

It started up again, with Allison and Stacy putting on a show for the two cocks in the room. Allison’s heart was beating hard in nervousness, but her pussy told a completely different story. They licked any place that they could. Then, Allison took on Trish’s mammoth prick, in the ass. Steve was constantly wondering how anything like that was possible.

Eventually, Allison and Stacy convinced Steve to take on Trish’s prick. The day was winding down, and both of them knew of the intense desire burning between the brother and sister. It was overwhelming, the sight. Kneeling down, the giant organ seemed even larger than it did normally.

“You can just lick it if you can’t fit it in your mouth.” Trish said.

He did the best he could. His tongue touched her cock’s skin, and he could taste her semen along with the pussy juices of at least two women. He licked his lips. It created a very pleasant taste, and he began licking up and down the shaft, catching strands of semen occasionally. Allison and Stacy were cheering them on, hooting and hollering and making a racket.

Suddenly, he decided that he should at least try to get the tip of this giant fuck pole in his mouth. He readjusted his height to become level with her cock head, and gave it a little kiss. Then, his mouth widened as far as he could get it and then his mouth began the plummet. He tried all that he could to avoid biting down, and trying desperately to avoid closing his mouth when swallowing. Not too far down, he reached a point where he couldn’t go down any more, and looked up.

Trish looked down at him, exhausted but smiling. She felt so dominant right now, but not in a bad way. It was about time that her brother paid her back for all the blowjobs she gave him. Steve felt his cock begin to jump into life, and he put both hands on the rest of the cock, stroking her to orgasm.

Trish would occasionally grunt, in the typical male fashion, as Steve would use his tongue to lick around the mighty shaft. And pretty soon, she game like a torrential flood. It quickly overfilled his mouth, and he disengaged. He had been careful about breathing up until she came, but something happened and a little of her semen went into his windpipe. While he coughed, she just kept cumming, flooding the surrounding area with semen, and shocking the two witnesses. By the end, all of them were jovial, laughing, and feeling insanely good.

“Same time tomorrow?” Stacy panted.

It was a great day, the sun setting majestically over middle class suburbia. The orange light flooded into Stacy’s bedroom, creating a feeling of contentment among the group. All of them knew, at that point, that this was going to be the best time of their life.

When Stacy’s Mom finally came home, wrinkled business suit, mussed hair, and all, they were all debating the merits of Mike Patton’s music. Stacy preferred his days when he was in Faith No More, while Allison was a bigger fan of Mr. Bungle. Steve and Trish were both avid listeners to Fantomas, his avant garde experimental band, and thought that there was a lot more merit to what he was doing there.

Of course, Stacy’s entire argument gravitated around Faith No More being a much easier band to listen to than the rest of them. Stacy’s mom just shook her head, thinking about all of the times she spent in college smoking pot and debating the merits of Pink Floyd. What joys there were in pretentiousness!

Steve then pulled out his drumsticks and began tapping out rudiments on the kitchen table. While not as fast as his drummer heroes, he was faster than anyone else at the table could imagine. Pretty soon afterwards, the group had to break up, since they had things to do that night, and Stacy wanted to go to bed. They all hugged, and Steve dropped Allison off at her house, giving her a kiss before she left the car.

Steve and Trish went home that night in Steve’s piece of shit mobile, listening to Torture Garden by Naked City. It kept them awake and talking, both feeling exhausted but content. When they were almost home, Steve burped, and the smell of semen filled the car, and they both smiled.

“I don’t think today will ever be topped,” Steve said.

“I guess we’ll have to work at it.” Trish’s smile formed on her cute face, and patted her now dormant cock.

Chapter 6

“Thank fuck its the weekend” Trisha said to herself in bed. It was past noon, and she still felt tired from last night. “Christ, I’m gonna have to take a break from those three. They’re wearing me out.” She got out of bed, cock sore from last night’s fuckfest. It was a night to remember, and Trish was sure her cock was going to remember this for the entire day. She looked herself over in the mirror, her usual bed attire of a tight white t-shirt and white cotton panties, coupled with her b cup tits, and freckled face, made her look almost cute and innocent. All previous biases stopped once you got to below her waist, however, and saw the large organ. Christ, its hurting today, She thought.

Neglecting any additional clothing, she made a beeline for her brother’s room. Her large cock was like a wrecking ball on a robot, slapping all over her thighs. “Hey Steve,” She knocked on the door before entering.

“What is it, sis?” He said, pants to his ankles and fist around his swollen member. His actions were, right now, a provocation to Trish’s own desires. Steve’s eyes shifted away from his computer monitor, and refocused on his sister. He never stopped fapping.

“Do you have any skin lotion or anything around here?” She said.

“Christ, man…woman….”

“Woman to you” She joked.

“…do you ever, you know, get enough?”

Trish playfully smacked him beside the head. “No, you dummy. Its not for THAT reason. I’m just a little sore…down there.”

“No shit, sis. You were like an animal last night.”

“I could say the same about you!”

“You wanna…you know…”

“Fuck? Not today, I’m a little sore. Besides, you better practice your drumming. You were a little rusty last night, from what I heard.”

“Give me a break, sis. I just finished fucking three gorgeous women.”

“Two. You serviced the third.”

“Always one for technicalities, eh?”

“You know it. And anyways, I’m going to spend the day reading. You practice your drumming and we’ll see about tomorrow, k?”

“Alright” Steve felt like a little kid, as he got up from his chair to give her his skin lotion. “Don’t ask why I got it in my room.”

“I figured anyways. That’s why I came to your room first.”

She took a shower, minding the sensitivity of her cock. And shaved whatever scant pubic hair she had there. Getting out, she decided to go back to her room in the nude, rather than putting on her day old panties and shirt.

When she sat down, she looked at the cream. It was some bullshit man stuff. Men are way too insecure about their body care products, she thought. If a product didn’t advertise it’d help you score a shitload of women, men would probably be too afraid to buy it.

The scent was, in many ways, more masculine. It didn’t smell like fruit, or anything. God forbid it’d smell like anything sweet! Her hands lifted her cock up medically. And she began slathering the lotion on her hands, and rubbed it all over her dick. She could feel the soothing power of the lotion all over her cock. And the strict professionalism gave way to a cursory arousal sensation.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” She said to her cock. I wonder how big it is, she thought. She had measured it before with a foot long ruler, and to her dismay, it had surpassed it. She needed something more. She grabbed her keyboard, and positioned it sideways. Then, she put her dick on top of it, the cock slapping against the keys. The keyboard barely contained the length of her cock. “Christ,” She said.

It almost seemed cartoon-ish to her now, the size of this thing. Like if there was ever a cartoon that covered what would happen if Bugs Bunny’s cross dressing escapades ever went too far. Before Elmer Fudd had any idea what was going on, a giant dick would pop out, and then the signature music would play, ending the episode, Elmer’s shocked expression staying on the screen after everything else had faded to black.

It was, of course, inevitable, that she would start fapping again. It was like a force of nature more than anything else, and she was unable to say no. Her fingers encapsulated around her girth, and began pumping up and down. Her cock responded with slick noises. It only served to make her harder.

She leaned forward and took it into her mouth. God, it always feels so good, she thought to herself. It was almost like the ourobouros, the snake eating its own tail. As she gave pleasure, she received it back. And it just built up. The spongy cock head tasted kind of gross with the lotion on it, but she didn’t care. She stroked the rest of the length. Soon, her balls constricted and she knew she was cumming. She swallowed as best as she could for what seemed like minutes. Finally, she heard her brother say, “I thought you were going to read.”

“I was, but this thing has a mind of its own.” She waved her cock at him for effect. “Now, let me get some pants on and I’ll watch you practice.”

They went downstairs, and much to the chagrin of their parents, were holding hands the whole way. Their father grimaced a little.

“Dear, I don’t mind them doing that.” Their father stated to his darling wife. “But what if the neighbors see it?”

“They’ll just have to live with it.”

Inside of the garage was Steve’s basic drum kit. It wasn’t much, but as his hero Chris Pennie always displays, it’s not about the size of the drum kit, it’s how you use it. It was his pride and joy, a Mapex VX series jazz style drum kit. Thanks to his birthdays and working part time at a fast food restaurant all last semester, he got enough money to buy them. Sure, it wasn’t the most fully featured drum kit, but it was enough for him.

Sitting down on the worn out seat, he began to bang out 4/4 with his hands, establishing a general rhythm. And then, with his feet, he began feeling for a 33/16 beat and occasionally hitting a 9/8 beat, creating a rolling beat similar to something Meshuggah would do. Then, it was just a matter of making sure that he could maintain it for a while, keeping count.

As he got into the groove, he got more experimental, and worked off of the beat that he had established. Quickly, he birthed something monstrous. The concentrated look on his face spoke volumes of the amount of effort this took, and mouthing nonsense while he counted every bar and measure to make sure he was maintaining a steady count.

Then, 30 minutes later, he switched to something else, whatever he could think of. A couple of rolls and he went into some jazzy musical rhythm. Trish did nothing but stand and watch as her hot brother was working hard. Over months of practicing, his pace was getting considerably faster than it used to be. Playing something like what he was doing, they both knew, required talent. Trish knew her big brother was going to go far in the music world.

After two hours, Trish went back up to her room and picked up some of the books she’d been meaning to read. Among them, there was The Big Nowhere by James Ellroy. Having read a few of his books before and immensely enjoying them, she decided to read that one before she got to any of the other ones. His writing style was brutal, almost masochistic, and in some parts incredibly fascist. But ultimately, in the end, each book was incredibly honest. In other words, it was classic literature, and an incredibly good read.

“Fuck CSI, give me James Ellroy any day” She said to herself, propping herself on her bed, opening the book up, and putting on her glasses from her nightstand. As usual, the first few pages were literary praise for the book, but past that, the meat started. And she immediately got lost in it.

A few hours later, she had made a small dent in the page count. And not too long after she had finished another chapter, her brother came through the door, sweaty and stinky. “What’re you reading?”

“James Ellroy, it’s fantastic.”

“Yeah? What else has he done?”

“Black Dahlia, LA Confidential, White Jazz.”

“LA Confidential…” He mused, “Was that the one where the police chief was the villain?”

“Yeah, it was a movie.”
“It was a pretty damn good movie.”

“The book is better.” She said, cradling her book.

“Yeah, you have a copy of it?”

“Yeah, it’s right on that shelf over there.” She pointed.

“Do you think I can borrow it?”

“Knock yourself out, bro.”

As he went to the bookshelf, Trish couldn’t help but stare at her sexy brother’s body. Brimming with sweat, he looked kind of lanky and kind of nerdy, but she preferred her men like that.

She, herself, looked kind of nerdy. Her glasses sat on her cute nose and gave her an air of intelligence, even if it was illusory. She was almost laying down with the book, her face close to the pages. She was a little weird, which is understandable considering what lay dormant underneath her sweatpants. But so what? She isn’t trying to be unique like a goth. She is what she is, fatalist argument aside, and that’s just the way things are.

“Steve?” She asked, almost without thinking. “Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do sis.” He sat down on the bed, right next to her.

He continued, “For a long time, I loved you as a sister, but we’re much more than that now, aren’t we?”

“Yeah.” She replied. “You think you could stay here…with me for a little bit?”

“Just let me take a shower, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back. It might have been a boring day, but for both of them, it felt normal. It’s important, sometimes, to just take a break and reflect, to see what’s going to happen next. And being able to think about their relationship was beneficial to both of them.

For the two of them, it really cemented their love of one another, and Allison and Stacy. For every one of them, they had high hopes for the continued survival of the group. For Trish personally, it felt really good to be ogled and looked at the way she was with those three. It made her feel sexy and secure, and safe. And she wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything in the world.

That night, Trisha and Steve slept together. They didn’t have sex that day, hell they didn’t even make out. That day was a day of resting for them, and it was well deserved.

Chapter 7

Steve once met Chris Pennie after a Dillinger Escape Plan show. The venue was small, crowded, and full of menacing energy. Each band member besides Pennie would put on a show, thrashing their instruments around. The only exception was Pennie, sitting in the background, and blasting some extremely fast, technical, and interesting beats. It was a point of inspiration for him, seeing Pennie as the sane man in a group of lunatics. It cemented his passion for drumming. The entire band was insane, and the stage performance was so forceful, that no other band on the planet would ever be able to top it. Steve would sometimes dream of when he met Chris Pennie in person, finding that he was a really cool guy, and that despite their angry presence on stage, they were quite nice.

Steve woke up, feeling the warmth of his sister’s body all over him. His hands were places around her, in the spooning position. He gave her a little hug, and then got up, careful not to disturb her from her sleep. He checked the alarm clock and it read 4:31. It was still dark out, but it looked like a humid, shitty day. School was winding down and the summer was fast approaching, and while Steve loved the vacation, he loathed the heat.

He went downstairs, fixing himself a bowl of cereal, and began shoveling spoonfuls of it down his throat, and thought. Now’s the time for one of those introspective nightmares, he thought, remembering the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

The truth is that he loved his little sister, but the feelings for each other confused him. After all, they were both related by blood, and anything that they should be doing is illegal. It just didn’t make sense for him that he was as attracted to Trish as he was. Why should he feel for his sister?

While he sat in deep thought, their mother crept down the stairs. She looked tired, and the bags under her eyes showed it. “Hey, Steve.” She said, yawning.

“Mom, why are you up so early?” He replied.

“To talk to you. Look, both me and your father know that you and Trish are…having sex. And we’re both perfectly fine with it. Hell, all the neighbors might know from all the noises.”

“Either that or someone’s getting killed.”

“Yes. Well, anyway, both me and your father support this, no matter what other people may think. It’s perfectly fine for us, okay?”

“Why?”

“Because you two were never all that close. I know that I was responsible for that for the most part, but I felt like I had to protect the secret from everyone, including you. But I would see her hunched over your doorway sometimes, listening in on you practice, or listen to music. The way that she lorded over you, it felt like I was just restraining what was already going to happen. You two should have been close from the start, but I interfered in it.”

“But me and her, it isn’t natural” Steve was trying hard to control the volume of his voice.

“Neither is that dick of hers, but its there. And instead of denying it like children, we have to look at it like adults. You both love each other, right?”

 “Yeah.”

“Then why shouldn’t you love each other like that?”

“I don’t know.”

 “Look, I can’t give you all the answers with this. But I can give you advice. And I say that you should go through with it. If you don’t feel sure about it, then you might do something to it to sabotage it, and then it’ll be gone. When your sister wakes up, tell her that we need to all talk in the living room.” She tried her best to smile, so it didn’t seem like she was going to interrogate either of them.

“Okay, mom.” She leaned over and he kissed her on the cheek. Steve just went back to his cereal, thinking things over.

Stacy woke up to her loud and obnoxious alarm. It probably woke up everyone else in the house too, considering how loud she had to set it for it to wake her up. Throwing the covers off the bed, she got up and changed into some running clothes. She was still feeling sore from last night, the memory of Trish’s incredible cock lingering in her pussy.

There was a race coming up in a few weeks, and she had been training for a while. Her diet was carefully maintained, and her schedule changed. Now, regardless of what she had to do in the day to day, she set aside the early morning to run. It was 5:13 right now, and she felt all the more tired for it.

When everyone’s asleep in a house, there is a certain ambiance to it. It feels creepy, and strange. And the morning mist didn’t help much either. Blankets of mist and mildew were ever present outside, reminding Stacy of zombie movies. It was a perfect running morning. Not too hot, nor too cold.

Running, like most physical activities, was really good for clearing your mind, and fuck knew that Stacy needed it. She hadn’t been real shy with men before, but it did feel especially strange to be fucking her lover’s brother in the same room. She never really gave much thought to Trish as a hole, in terms of the whole dick thing, but this new angle forced her to consider every detail about her friend.

It was extremely surrealist, but somehow natural. Of course, she didn’t want to impose morality on her friend, despite what some of her favorite philosophy would say about it. I mean, she didn’t really agree with her parent’s dogmatic view on Christianity, but she still saw it as a moral document, much to her friend’s chagrin. Trish, of course, was practically a nihilist, and Allison was pretty agnostic. There were many debates that they had about the place of religion in the modern day world. After all, if these religious practices were not necessary, then why did they stand the test of time? The problem, Stacy would always say, is in the institution.

But her mind refocused on the situation, and realized that if they’re happy, then whatever deity must be happy as well. After all, the purpose of religion is to prevent the suffering of others, so if there is no suffering, then there is no problem with god.

She passed the usual stop sign, and began turning around. This was her marker, that told her she was running for at least 20 minutes now. It would take another 20 or so to get back, but since she had time, she took a detour down to the main street. There were cars still bustling about at this hour, but it was nowhere near as bad as a weekday. As she kept running, she could feel herself feeling better. If Buddhist monks ran instead of meditated, she thought, they would feel even better about themselves.

Allison always loved sleeping in on the weekends. It was the best part of the week. All of the responsibilities of the week drifted away as she slept soundly in her warm, comfortable bed. Not that she really knew what responsibility was, but she forced herself to study as hard as possible on the weekdays, indulging in laziness only when she felt it could be excused.

Her feelings were confused lately because of Trish’s brother. She had already accepted Trish as not only her friend but eventually a fuck buddy, as some people call them. But her brother felt like something more. Already she knew her mind would be distracting her from the quiet peace of sleep.

Both of them hit it off in the orgy, which to her was the weirdest way she could think of in meeting people. After all, how could you have a normal conversation? How would you find out what you shared with each other. No, for the two of them, there was something primal that somehow activated when they met. Some force that she couldn’t explain, but she felt instantly connected with Steve, no matter what her brain told her.

But then again, her brain is the exact thing that always kept telling her not to lose herself in these orgies, to maintain self control. Every time, she thought, I always lose myself. Something would just snap and before she knew it, Trish would be balls deep in her ass.

But with Steve, it WAS different. Her brain still had some control. She could feel, on both a sexual and mental front, that she had feelings for him. Loved him? Maybe so.

Perhaps next time I see him, she thought, I’ll ask him out on a date. Her cheeks flushed red at the prospect, and she felt like giggling like a schoolgirl. She just needed to overcome her overbearing shyness.

Chapter 8

Trish’s mother woke her from her weekend slumber way too early for the young teenager. The long weekend sleep had been a regular habit for her and many other teenagers, and the disturbance of it was almost a sacrilege.

“Wake up, honey.” Her mother said.

“What is it?” Trish replied, still groggy from sleep.

“Come on, I want to show you something.”

“What is it?” Trish’s curiosity got the better of her.

“It’s a surprise, so hurry and get dressed, we’re going for a drive.”

“Can Steve come?”

“Let your brother rest, dear. I’m sure he’s still exhausted from last night.” Her mother said. It certainly had the effect that she wanted, it surprised Trish. She didn’t think anything like that would have ever come out of her mouth.

Trish got up and stretched, her flaccid penis there for her mother to gaze at. Her mother’s breath became shallower, and her cheeks became noticeably flushed. Trish saw that as an opportunity to wink at her, lifting it up and letting it go, letting its weight come down again onto the bed.

Her mother just turned from the scene and left the room, muttering “That girl, I swear, it’s a surprise the whole school doesn’t know about that already.”

It was the quickest she had gotten ready to do anything, putting on a gray baby doll top and some nice jeans that accentuated her extremely nice ass, also accentuating her package, which she didn’t mind at all. Today, she wasn’t worried about hiding anything.

Not too long afterwards, they were on the road.

“Where are we going?” Trish asked.

“You’ll see when you get there.” Was all that her mother would say about it.

Trish decided to look out the window.

Pretty soon, they were leaving suburbia and heading out into the country. There were trees everywhere, and occasionally, they would get on a gravel road that would cause the car to vibrate, causing Trish’s monster cock to get hard. It was straining in her jeans, and she realized the fashion error she had made.

It had been at least 40 minutes before Trish’s mother started talking. “We’re going over Aunt Judy’s.” She said matter of factly.

“I have an aunt Judy?” Was all that Trish could say.

“Yes, she’s…well, you’ll meet her in a few minutes. You’ll find you have a lot in common.”

Trish instantly understood what she was implying.

“You’re not as special as you thought,” She continued. “Not in this family at least.”

“I thought mothers could never say something like that.” Trish joked.

“Listen, Trisha. Our family has this thing with some of our offspring. Sometimes, the women of our family, who are perfectly healthy in every way…”

“Have penises.” Trish finished the thought.

“She’s…a little eccentric too.”

“That’s good. It fits her physiology, don’t you think?”

“Here we are.” Trish’s mother said. All Trish could do is stare at the house. It was huge! Trish’s mouth was agape.

Trish’s mother rung the doorbell. There was a sweetly voice that yelled “I’m by the pool!”

It was like looking at an older version of herself. Her Aunt Judy was laying on a lounge chair, black string bikini leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were around a C cup, perfect in every way, and her cock was lounging as well. “Hi Barbra” She said, taking a sip from her martini glass.

“Hi Judy. Judy, this is Trisha. This is the daughter I’ve been telling you so much about.” Barbra said.

“Pleasure to meet you, Trisha” Judy said.

“Just call me Trish, please.”

Judy turned to Barb. “So, this is the daughter that’s been fucking her brother.”

“Yeah, we’ve been fooling around a little.” Trish replied, feeling uncomfortable.

“Good,” Judy readjusted herself. “It’s good to satisfy curiosity sometimes. It’s been a while, hasn’t it Barb?”

“Yeah, it has.” Barb said, her daughter wondering the true purpose of the visit now.

“Well, let me give you the tour, then.” Aunt Judy stood up, her cock flaccid and huge. Trish could tell already that it was bigger than hers, but not by much. Judy swayed her hips as she made her way to the sliding door, causing her cock to move back and forth like a pendulum. Trish’s pants were straining again, and Barbra was flushed. Judy looked back and saw them in their current predicament. “Trish, if you want, you can take your pants off. Those look like they’re about to break in two.”

Feeling very self conscious, Trish refused at first. Telling herself not too look at just how hot Judy was. Her eyes couldn’t stop staring. And eventually, she conceded to taking off her pants, her cock springing up and slapping her nice shirt, and her balls relieved from the strain of being in such ridiculously tight pants. She felt both women’s eyes eying every part of her body. Her mother especially couldn’t stop glaring at her cock.

Barbra no longer had self control. Her daughter constantly teased her when she was growing up, showing her cock at every opportunity. 5 years ago, it was almost as large as her husband’s, now it was large enough to give a horse penis envy. She always tried to hide her outright desire for her own daughter by putting on a facade of sugary happiness, but now, it was too much for her now.

Barbra rushed over to her daughter, and began frenching her. Trish’s eyes went wide. She never would have thought her mother would ever even attempt something like this. She was always so restrained around her, always trying desperately to hide any desire. She returned the favor, both of them exploring each other’s mouths. Barbra was the first one to break the kiss. “Oh Trish, I love you so much.” Was all she said before she plunged to her knees and began trying to take her daughter’s cock in her mouth.

It started off by her mother dislocating her jaw, causing it to open wide. She then began to move closer, as the cock worked its way into her mouth, licking the underside the whole way. As it came to her throat, she slowed down, slowly taking it down, suppressing her gag reflex. Barb began breathing through her nose, and the cock was now over halfway in. It was insane to see her own mother doing this, but it felt so good. “Oh mom.” She said, as her mother worked it deeper. Her mom had worked in the entire thing in her mouth, and it felt extremely good. Barbra began face fucking the cock, taking the cock almost out of her mouth, and then slamming down. As she went on, it became easier and easier and it was getting faster and faster. Trish was feeling the sensation coming, she was about to come.

“Oh…Mom!” And then she came, her semen going directly down her own mother’s throat. Barbra pulled the cock out, letting the semen get all over the kitchen floors. Judy was standing just a few feet away, cock enormous, and a slick hand moving up and down. The other hand was busy gripping one tit, and soon, she came, showering both women with her own cum. Minutes passed before anyone said anything.

“Well,” Judy said. “Who wants to see my library?” Everyone giggled.

“Why don’t we clean ourselves up first?” Trish said.

Judy walked over to Barbra and began licking the cum off of her. Trish followed suit, and soon all three women were licking each other all over, slipping slightly due to the excess of semen on the floor. They began stripping clothing off of each other, trying desperately to get each other naked. Soon, all three women were in the nude, Barbra could feel the gigantic erections of Judy and her own daughter against her skin, and she felt more turned on than ever. Trish re-positioned herself into a 69 with her mother, and began licking and teasing her clit. Her mother began moaning, and returned the favor by putting the gigantic cock head into her mouth once again, but this time not nearly as deep as before. Instead, she focused on pleasing the head of the cock, working it around her mouth, and teasing the slit with her tongue. She reached over to where Judy was sitting and began jerking her cock awkwardly.

Judy had gotten the idea and re-positioned herself so that Barb could have free range with her organ, and Barb began stroking it faster. Barb’s pussy was getting really hot and moist, but it wasn’t enough for her. She took her daughter’s cock head out of her mouth and said, “Fuck me, Trish!”

Trish could only comply with her mother’s request. She re-positioned herself, her cock head touching her mother’s cunt. She was rubbing it up and down, teasing her mother, while her mother was just getting hornier. Then, Trish began moving forward.

It began sinking in, bringing incredible pleasure to both of them. Trish was surprised as how tight her mother’s pussy was, considering that she had two children. The walls were tightening around her cock, almost like it was trying to milk it. Her cock was sinking deeper, almost halfway in now.

When it was fully in, Trish paused to get her bearings, but then proceeded to ram her pussy. Meanwhile, Judy began waving her cock in front of Barb’s face. Barb got the idea and took it into her mouth. Both dickgirls were now thrusting into the mother of two. It was a sight to behold. The gigantic shafts seemed impossible on both women.

Soon, they repositioned themselves so that Barb was on her hands and knees and both dickgirls were on their knees, thrusting in rhythm. Trish was the first to come. She came in such a massive quantity that it began overflowing and seeping out the sides. This triggered an orgasm in her mother, and she tightened, her moans muffled by the gigantic cock down her throat. She pulled out, and showered her mother’s stomach and breasts with many healthy spurts of semen. That sight sent Judy off the edge, coming down Barbra’s throat. She too pulled out, giving the mother of two another healthy coat of semen.

All three women were panting heavily, trying desperately to catch their breath.

“I’m sorry, Trish, I lost control.” Barbra said.

“It’s alright, I enjoyed it.” She replied.

“How about we take that tour?” Judy said. “After we take a shower.”

After they took a shower together (lasting about an hour due to the compulsion to play with one another) they finally took a tour. The most impressive thing to Trish was the library, which consisted of several tall bookshelves stacked with books. She eyed the Nietzsche and began running quotes back and forth. All and all, it was a memorable night, as Trish found out, her aunt tended not to wear clothes, and encouraged both of them to do so as well. The entire night ended with all three of them in her king sized bed, fucking one another for hours. In the end, they all went to sleep completely satisfied. Before Trish went to bed, she made a note to ask to visit her Aunt’s house more often.

Chapter 9

Trish’s eyes opened to the sound of a car passing by. Out in the middle of the country, hearing such a thing was really rare, and it caused her an uneasy sleep. She needed noise, damn it! Getting up, she saw her aunt and mother spooning, a large grin on the face of her aunt. Judy was making grinding motions in her sleep, her giant cock bulging out where her mom lay, making it look like her mom had a dick. It was incredibly hot.

Judy was moaning pretty loud, a wet spot on the sheets was growing. Her mom’s cheeks were flushed red, the cock probably rubbing against her pussy. The moans were reaching a crescendo, as the thrusting went faster and faster. Trish looked down and noticed her own monster was wide awake, barely able to lift itself all the way, it snaked down in a downward angle.

She couldn’t help herself. She began to stroke her cock. She couldn’t even see her Aunt’s cock, but for some odd reason, that just made it hotter. She knew what was happening under the covers, hidden from view. She imagined it was her doing this to her mom. Her Aunt, after all, looked very much like her. It was almost uncanny, save all the years, and the nice tan that she was working on yesterday.

It was uncanny how much she loved her mother as well. Even if she was really overprotective of her, it was for a good reason. Her mother, she realized, was just another person, and prone to the same problems that we all have. She’s not perfect, but she does her best. And that’s all that you can do.

Her mom, she guessed, had suppressed this desire of hers for a long time, for it to suddenly come out like that. Not that she didn’t mind, but it seems like everyone she shows her secret to ends up wanting to have sex. Even her own mother.

Her hot, sexy mother. God, she’s way too hot for a mother of two, Trish thought, her hand furiously jerking back and forth. Even when asleep, she couldn’t help but find her mom erotic. The drool from her mouth condensing on the pillow and her slow breathing interrupted by short gasps. Suddenly, she saw her aunt cumming, the wet spot on her blanket suddenly growing to immense proportions. Suddenly, Barbra gasped a little louder than before, probably feeling the warm wet fluid on her body, and sprang up.

Trish’s cock was the first thing Barbra saw when she woke up. It looked intimidating as hell. It was like a huge pistol pointing right at her face. Judy’s eyes slowly opened, feeling the turbulence, and saw the scene in front of her eyes. Her already spent cock was still leaking a little fluid, and she could feel the wetness around her. “Christ, I’m going to probably have to buy a new mattress.” Judy said, thinking of the collateral damage inflicted on this poor bed.

Barb looked back at her sexy sister, smiling. She put her hand on her daughter’s cock, beginning to stroke it. “Do you two have to be so horny all the time?”

“Depends if you’re going to be so damn sexy all the time.” Her daughter shot back.

Barb smirked at her daughter, and began to lick the shaft. The saliva would quickly cool on her cock, making it feel cool. It was so good. “Oh mom.” She said, as the pleasurable sensation swept over her body.

Barb was determined to get the whole thing wet before she did anything else. Her tongue bathed her own daughter’s cock, making it slick and slippery. One of Barbra’s hands left the young teen’s thighs and crept upwards to her daughter’s pussy. She casually flicked her clitoris with her index finger.

Her own mother was teasing her! Trish’s hands went to the back of Barb’s head, encouraging her mother to take the thing down her throat. Her mother took the hint, and her mouth began widening in preparation.

Her mouth touched the head. She could feel her tongue working overtime, licking across the slit of her impressive cock head.

Her mouth was now going down, the tongue lapping at the sides, causing an insane amount of pleasure to the brain of the young teen, who was already hot before.

Suddenly, she could feel a barrier, the back of her mother’s throat. Her mother hesitated, swallowing intently and trying the best she could to relax her throat muscles before she started. Then, she continued. Her throat was incredibly tight and amazing. Barb was working overtime to keep her throat muscles relaxed enough to continue. Her breathing was steady and constant.

The thing kept going down. It was insane how far it was going, but after all, it was around 18 inches. Suddenly, Trish felt less pressure on her cock head, and realized that her mother had worked her cock all the way down her throat into her stomach. Her mom’s face was now flush with her trimmed pubes. “F-f-fuck.” She could barely speak. Her body was in heaven.

And that’s when her mother began trusting.

She started pulling back, her cock already missing the feeling of her stomach. She pulled out a good way, and pushed it back in at a fairly slow pace, still adjusting to the thing being in her throat. But pretty soon, she was moving faster, all the while, stimulating Trish’s clit.

The pace was getting faster and faster. Barb suddenly felt something large poke her in the ass. “Let me mount you, sis.” Judy said. Barb complied, raising her hips.

She felt the tip against her pussy. The cock head was now slowly being pushed in by Judy. It felt amazing to both be sucking such a giant cock while another one was going inside of your vagina. It was an overload of stimulation.

The massive fuck pole of her sister’s was slowly working its way inside of her vagina, feeling like a gigantic telephone pole. She felt full. Unbelievably so.

It wasn’t long before it was completely inside of the mother of 2. And now, Judy began thrusting much too soon. It was too fast, and it felt almost as though her vagina was being pulled. She didn’t know why, but it felt even better this way.

Soon, both women were fucking Barb at an incredible pace. Trish and Judy were alternating their rhythms, filling the woman’s pussy and then the mouth over and over. It wasn’t long before all the women came.

Trish could swear she saw little stars as she began shooting her load into her own mother. The semen pouring and pumping down her mother’s throat, filling her stomach. Judy’s cock was pumping rounds of semen into her pussy, overfilling it very quickly. Semen began seeping from the edges of both holes and these women emptied themselves.

When it was all over, all three women collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily. There were dazed, post orgasmic looks on all of their faces. They all smiled.

Barbra and Trish cleaned themselves up afterwards, and told Judy that they had to go, since Trish had school the next day. They all hugged each other, and right before Trish got into the car, Judy called out, “Whatever you do, honey, make sure it’s what you want!”

Steve was in a Starbucks with Allison, sipping on something she ordered. They were both grinning like fools while talking about random stuff.

“How goes the drumming, Steve.” She would ask.

“Amazing. My teacher tells me that if I try hard, I might be able to get into Berkley in two years. Can you believe that?” His eyes were bright with the future.

“That would be awesome.”

“Yeah.” He stared at this incredibly sexy woman in front of him.

There was something almost spontaneous about how they met, but ever since the orgy, neither one of them could forget the other one.

He took a sip, and began talking about his experiences in bands, and all the freaks he’s met over the years. “There was this one guy I knew that never shaved, never showered, and he had permanent halitosis. The weirdest thing about it was that he couldn’t have been older than 19. He reeked and no one else in the band even knew who he was. He just showed up one day and we made him the singer.”

“What happened to him?”

“Well, eventually he left the band. Said something weird like we were all holding him back. I never saw him since. Weird huh?”

“Well, sometimes people do weird things.”

They both thought of the orgies they were in. Even weirder for Steve was that he was sometimes fucking his own sister. I’m sure there are a lot of people who would find that wrong, he thought.

But who could blame him? His sister was unlike anyone else on the planet, from what he could tell. Smart and sexy, and a gigantic package. He wasn’t gay or anything, but it looked incredibly hot coming out of her.

They continued talking more. Discussing everything from drum techniques, to books, to teachers they didn’t like. It didn’t matter what it was.

After finishing their coffees, they rushed to Steve’s POS car. It wasn’t even a minute after they got in that they started making out. Allison pulled her mouth back. “Why don’t we continue this at Langua River?” She asked.

He didn’t need to be told twice. On the way there, she couldn’t stop touching and teasing his penis, making it feel like it would burst through his jeans at any minute.

He didn’t even see how fast he was going, but it didn’t matter. He was leaving the main road onto a dirt path. During the day, this place was mostly a place for people to hike, strangely hidden behind a highway. But at night, it was where teenagers went if they didn’t want to be bothered. He parked his car on the dirt parking lot, and suddenly he felt his head being pulled towards her own.

Their lips met, and their tongues started exploring each other’s mouths. She was so beautiful.

She unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out. Leaning down, she took it into her mouth.

It was unbelievable. Her blowjob skills were amazing. He could only assume that she got a lot of practice. The warm and wet confines of her mouth felt amazing. She was sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. He could feel the time melting away. Her effort to get him to cum were unrelenting and it wasn’t long before it started. He came. “Oh Jesus” he said, as her mouth began filling with his delicious semen. As soon as her mouth was full, she began gulping it down, making sure that none leaked out. Not too long after, he stopped, and she left a little more of it in her mouth.

She kissed him again, and he felt his own semen begin swishing and swirling into and out of his mouth. It tasted surprisingly good. They spent a few minutes after that just laying back and enjoying each other’s company.

“Not bad for a first date, huh?” Allison asked him jokingly.

“Not bad at all.” He answered seriously.

After that, they chatted a little bit in the car, as he made his way to her house, dropping her off.

It was past midnight. Shit.

He hurried his way home, and saw the lights off, so figured it was okay. He snaked his way past the front door, and made a concerted effort to not make any noise. Finally, he collapsed on the bed, thinking of how amazing today was. And, he hoped, his sister’s day was just as awesome.

THE END