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voyeuristic sister

She knew for certain there would be a surprised reaction from her little brother, as she gained the courage to push open his bedroom door and reveal her voyeuristic self; but nothing prepared her for the startling yelp that leapt forth from the very core of his being when she did just that. Nor was she even remotely prepared her for the sight that followed. It was as if he had tried to jump up, but became immediately paralyzed by the moment of his orgasm: his young body all-at-once tensing and jerking up to a position of mid-crunch— eyes wide— shocked and in utter panic to be so suddenly and helplessly exposed by his sister. Instinctively, he tried to clamp down on his little dick as hard as he could, but it proved to be too late; and the timing of being caught at that precise moment was simply too much. His howl, or bark, or yell (or whatever it was) startled both of them. And no sooner had the sound erupted from his lungs than he became frozen and muted in that position as well— bug-eyed and mouth open, agog in disbelief of her throwing open the door— and then he came. All over his sheets. His cum, profoundly and soundly hitting the pillow beside his head. She had no idea! It was a tremendous sight: the cum that shot out of his jerked-to-pink penis, arcing in a series of long roping ribbons that shot over and past his young torso, over and past his shoulder, to splatter audibly on his pillow— *splat, splat, splatter, splatter*— for a moment (both of them) frozen in time, with his cum-spewing little cock uncontrollably shooting its white stuff five or six times, and then it was over.
Well, almost over, of course. Unclenched from his orgasm nearly as quickly as it had seized him, next came the mad scramble for him to cover his blatantly exposed, cum-drooling little penis with something. The closest thing he had at hand was his underwear— a pair of boys’ white briefs discarded casually on the bed beside him— and his sister couldn’t help but (unsuccessfully) suppress a little giggle as she witnessed the comical action of him snatching for such a pathetic piece of cover up. He did, however, next manage to grab the tangle of covers at the foot of his bed and was able to at least get them above his hips. And this time there was no mistaking what he uttered:
“What the HELL are you doing?!!!” he screamed at her. “Get the fuck outta’ HERE!!!” he screeched.
And his shouting was indeed enough to make her tuck tail and run. Bounding down the hallway, before she even made it to her room, she heard his door slam behind her.
It hadn’t gone at all like she had imagined. She had suspected that he would be shocked and probably shout at her; but she had no idea he would immediately start spurting cum from his penis through the air like that! … She had rehearsed in her mind that she would say something like, “don’t stop on my account”— as minutes before she had been spying on him through a door only slightly ajar, gripping her own heated crotch through the tightness of her jeans and basically feeling herself up; her other hand up her baby t-shirt, groping and moving alternately from one small tit to the other, as she stood outside his door and rocked her little body against her hands. She had expected a confrontation, but somehow thought she would persuade him to keep going so she could get an up-close and personal look at his private little jerk off session.
Whether she truly knew it for herself or not at that moment, she would have been fully prepared and ready to drop her jeans and panties and show her little brother the shape of her own virginal sex— such was the nature of her intense curiosity as she continued to explore and discover her developing sexuality. She was kind of amazed by the fact that her little brother, two years her junior, would already have such a member between his legs (as it wasn’t exactly “little”) and that he would no less be stroking it to such a full-on cum, and— oh my god, the sudden replay of him tensing-up and cumming like that!
In a way, it felt more like she had just been busted. And in a way it was true. How long had she been standing at his door? Her heart was beating a million miles an hour. Behind her own door now, she could hear it throbbing in her ears, and she could see her chest pounding through her thin t-shirt. She listened intensely to hear him make some noise, any noise, from the other end of the hallway— but nothing. She stole a glance at herself in her dresser mirror. It almost embarrassed her. She was glossy with sweat. Her mousey brown hair was a bit of a mess, and her mouth was still hanging open from the stupefying moment of having just witnessed her naked little brother spewing such a remarkable fountain of cum. She had made him cum. A loop tape was playing in her mind, and it just kept playing the scene of her young brother, cinching-up, and shooting those five incredible blasts of jetting cum from his penis over and over again. She looked at her mouth. It was wet and pouty-looking. She shuddered. *Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat*— she could still hear his load hitting the pillow, as if in rhythm with her pounding heart.
Her legs were weak, and her mind was racing beyond any coherent tangible thought. Standing in front of her mirror, she noticed how distinctly her erect little nipples were poking through her t-shirt, and she felt the urge to strip her shirt off for a better look. Did she hear him coming down the hallway?— no. Taking her shirt off over her head, her tiny A-cup titties pointed back at her proudly from the mirror. She immediately cupped them with her hands. They had no bounce to them, but she could certainly make them jiggle a little if she shook her shoulders back and forth, or otherwise spanked at them with the flat of her fingers. At this stage of her development, her small tits were dominated more by nipple and areola than any mound of breast, and when excited, they protruded from her chest like little cones— her young puffy nipples an almost imperceptible shade of pink against the virginal whiteness of her burgeoning breasts.
With her shirt off, she ran her hands down over her smooth belly and proceeded to unbutton her jeans. One button at a time, until her jeans were flaring suggestively open, exposing her pink cotton panties. Pink panties were her favorite. She loved pink. A chill rushed over her body. She could feel her pointy nipples standing fully erect and only wished that her tongue could reach them. (God knows, she had tried). Was he coming?? … still, no. Oh man, but had he ever cum!!! … The loop tape still played in her mind. Venturing a hand into her unbuttoned pants, she discovered just how hot and wet her virginal pussy truly was. Her little panties were absolutely plastered to her little twat, and she could feel the wetness seeping through them.
In this whirlwind moment, she replayed how she had first heard the *fap, fap, fapping* sounds coming from her little brother’s room and the soft moans he was undoubtedly trying to suppress. She had deduced immediately what was going on, but for some reason she just had to see it!— Turning the doorknob had been risky business, but she couldn’t help herself; and when she discovered that it turned easily, her heart had caught in her throat. She had almost backed out, right then and there, but her curiosity was simply too overwhelming. Slowly pushing his door open to an ample crack of four or five inches, she saw him. Her little brother— lying flat on his back, completely naked on top of his sheets, his feet pointed toward the door, and his legs spread just wide enough for her to get a good look at his young dick, as he pumped away on it. Up, down, up, down, up, down, at a feverish blur of a pace. Her heart raced like a drum roll on a snare drum; her eyes glued to the scene. Aside from the blonde hair on his head, he was bare everywhere else on his boyish body, except for the lightest patch of blonde where his pubes were beginning to grow. His balls were tight and round. And he was jerking his dick rapidly.
As she replayed all of this, standing in front of her mirror, she almost unwittingly started to wriggle out of her jeans. The house was deathly quiet, aside from the incessant throbbing in her ears. She was kind of frightened by the repercussions that might arise from her intrusion upon him, and she had fleeting fears of what he might be doing down the hallway at that moment— but mostly, she was still consumed by the freakin’ loop tape of having just seen him cum. Recalling his look of utter shock, she caught herself in the mirror with a wicked little grin flirting with the corners of her mouth. Was there a noise? … no. Hooking her thumbs into her jeans, she peeled them on down her legs and stepped out of them. Standing, she was astonished to see in the mirror that her pussy had in fact completely drenched her panties. Her slit— no, the entirety of her hot little teenage cunt— was defined (one might say crudely so) through the pink cotton fabric of her sopping wet panties. They were even glossy on the outside!
Dipping her middle finger to the wettest spot of her crotch, she found a slickness sliding around on her panties which she had never known; and touching her clit in the process sent such a surge throughout her young body that she thought she might just pee. She clutched her crotch, as her other hand sought support from the dresser. The feeling subsided. Though she could acutely feel the inner lips of her wet wet pussy desirous to suck at the length of her finger through her soaked panties. She brought her finger up to examine it. Slick with her juice, it was slippery, yet clear. Very slippery. It smelled really interesting(?) … good even— like a flower— so she tasted it. She looked at herself in the mirror. Topless, her pointy little tits jutting saucily out from her, sucking on her finger, her hair disheveled, with her sopping wet little cunt suspended in her pink wet panties.
“mmmmm …” she softly hummed on her finger.
She stood and reached with her other hand down toward her pussy— only this time, she slowly ventured her hand inside her panties. She was immediately greeted by her extraordinary wetness. Slippery-slidey. It even coated the backs of her knuckles. Her pussy felt like it was absolutely melting around her fingers as she slowly pushed three of them through the wet creases that defined her young labia. She had a tight little pussy, and firm, but with little effort she could pressure her middle finger to dip between her juicy lips and tap at her tight virgin hole. For the time being however, she was wrapped in the sensation of her steamy wet vagina, wetter than it had ever been, seemingly wanting to suck her finger in. She could feel it flaring open. Pulsing. Everything sliding around. The panties had to go.
She flashed to her little brother. [Silence]. He was surely freaked. He might be furious. He had yelled at her. And god!— why was that funny?!! … (She didn’t think for one minute that he might be embarrassed out of his skin). He hardly ever cursed. Maybe that was it. The way he screamed “get the fuck outta’ here” with his boyish voice cracking to a dog whistle pitch. The look of shock on his face was priceless. And that incredible cum!
Was there a noise?! … no. She was so nervous.
Unnerved was more like it. In reality, as with most sibling relationships, she had the upper hand as the older of the two. Forever two years older than he, having wielded her power of seniority over him since his birth. But this was simply the natural dynamic, and she never really consciously thought about it— much less in this situation, nor in this precise moment.
She retracted her hand and looked at it again. Her fingers were simply slimy. She pulled the waistband of her panties away to look down into them. The same glossy puddle that was streaking the outside of her panties was nothing short of a slick shiny pool in the crotch of them. And when she pulled them away, she saw a little spittle-strand of sticky juice roping away from the smacking wet lips of her cummy little pussy. It was as if she had had a wet dream in her panties; and yet she was fully conscious.
She thought maybe she better get a grip on herself. It was risky what she was doing right then. All hell could break loose from down the hallway. (But then too the danger somehow made it better). She was riding on a tremendous wave, a rollercoaster, peaking between nervousness from the heart-pounding incident just moments ago and the havoc the replay of it was wreaking upon her mind and between her legs. She just couldn’t shake the image of her naked little brother shooting his cum so uncontrollably.
She slowly peeled her panties down her thighs, looking at herself all the while in the mirror. Her green eyes. Her perky little tits. Her panties were so wet that they rolled into themselves as soon as she started pulling them down, and she felt their wetness sliding along her inner thighs. At a certain point she let them fall, and they fell with a plop around her ankles. She stepped one foot out of them and used the other to lift them to her hand. She took them up and smelled them. She had certainly made wet more than one pair of panties before, but never had she so unconsciously creamed them to this extent! She couldn’t help but lick them. Her girly cum had a slight tangy taste. She leaned in toward the mirror and watched herself as she licked out the crotch of her nasty little panties. Enough of her juice had collected in them that when she licked at the slippery mess, she brought a fair amount of her nectar onto her tongue and into her mouth to taste. Her tiny panties were noticeably heavy with their wetness in her hand— and still savoring the feel and taste of her own cum, she ground her face into them. The slick crotch coated her freckled nose, and she inhaled deeply as she smeared them around, practically making love to them. Her mind jumped to the image of her brother shooting that cum. She then wondered what he might taste like— what his cum would taste like! She felt her pussy clenching.
She could still see him jerking that pink little dick of his. His thin, naked blonde body stretched out before her. His hips bucking up occasionally in an alternate rhythm to his hand. The crack of his little butt peeping from between his legs. His soft moaning and grunting. His face cast toward the ceiling. His young bare chest and tiny pink nipples. She liked all of it. Maybe she should have left well enough alone. She had probably just blown any chance of ever spying on that again!
But, considering the situation, she had made him blow too. And the continual replay of it may very well have just made the whole experience worth it. She tossed her panties behind her on the bed. She leaned in toward her mirror, bracing her hands against the edge of the dresser. She gave herself a long hard look, looking directly into her own eyes. She felt the cool air of the room between her legs, and on the wetness of her pussy. She had truly never been so wet before. Her inner thighs were still wet from the trail her panties had left behind. She was still nervous, and her heart was still pounding; but moreover she was horny as hell. And standing naked before her mirror made her even hornier. Again, she reached with her right hand to grip and feel her dripping wet little cunt. Her middle finger slipped right into her juicy slit. She moaned with pleasure.
Was she too loud? The house was still so eerily silent. She certainly didn’t want to get caught! Or did she? — She didn’t know … (And she really wasn’t even thinking about it to that extent). All she knew was that she couldn’t get over the idea of her naughty little brother down the hallway jerking his cute little penis to make it cum like that.
She felt the tip of her finger at the opening of her pink virgin hole. Her tight little teen fuck hole— contracting, opening in a way, and sucking at her finger. She shuddered. She felt her sweet girly juice leaking out of her and coating the entirety of her pussy. Spreading her lips with her adjacent fingers, she sunk the tip of her middle finger into her hot little hole. Her knees buckled slightly. She caved to the feeling of it. Still bracing with her other hand, she bent her knees a little more and dropped her tight round ass down a bit to force her finger further up her horny pussy. Up to the second knuckle. Again, she felt the cool air rushing between her semi-squatting bum. And then she felt a trickle of her juice slowly making its way to her butthole. It made her quiver violently, and she almost lost her grip on the dresser. She had to stand up quickly before she fell on her ass.
Backing away from the mirror, she looked at herself full-length again. Her conical little titties were as hard and erect as ever, and her lithe young body looked glossy in the light. Her pubic hair had only just begun to grow in the past year or so, giving her fresh virginal pussy the appearance of a light bronze peach; and at that precise moment, her tasty little peach looked like it was sweating. Reaching down with both hands, she tilted her small hips forward and spread her lips as best as she could. Her young girlish vagina looked like a glistening red teardrop between her legs; and her tiny round pussy hole— glazed and bubbling with her fragrant juice— looked too small for even a pinky finger. Though she certainly knew better.
Spreading her wet slit open, she had the flashing thought of what it might feel like to have her little brother shoot his cum on it. At which instant she felt her pussy contract again— only this time her naughty little hole actually squirted from it a surprising spurt of her juice. It sprinkled her inner thighs, with a tiny splash reaching the floor. She clapped a hand over her pussy. She thought surely she was about to pee. But as her fingers made contact with her wet little mound, she realized that the dripping wetness between her legs was just more of the same. More of the slick slimy juice that had soaked her panties earlier, and which was now dripping down her legs. Nevertheless, it was a first for her. Her pussy had never been so wet; much less squirted and dripped like that!
She felt utterly naughty at that moment. Almost bad. She ran her fingers the length of her slippery little slot, and then brought them to her mouth to suck and lick them clean again. Opening her mouth, she put three fingers in all at once and looked at herself in the mirror, as she grabbed one of her protruding tits with her other hand. She realized then that she absolutely and unequivocally looked like a dirty little slut. (A “tramp,” her mother would say). And she liked it. Her shaggy short brown hair. Her thin pale body and erect pointy tits. The soft peachy fuzz growing on her light brown mound. It all foretold of her journey into womanhood. And yet there she was, still very much a girl, jaybird naked in front of her mirror, with her wet little pussy dripping between her legs, as she sucked her own juice from her fingers. It turned her on immensely. A bad girl she was. And a bad girl she had been— minutes ago, spying on her little brother through his door.
… *fap, fap, fap, fap* — *fap, fap, fap* …
Oh what a sight.
She had known since the age of 10 the reason and purpose for the difference between a boy’s and a girl’s genitalia. And, at the time of learning about the birds-and-the-bees, it had been kind of weird and embarrassing to think about. But now— (and especially after the sight she had just witnessed)— her curiosity was taking an upward turn. Wondering what it would actually feel like.
She reached for the hairbrush that she used to curl her hair under. Its black handle was nice and round and smooth. And narrow enough (she had found) to insert it in her tight young pussy. Taking it in hand, she crawled up onto the end of her bed. (This wasn’t the first time). She enjoyed the position of being on all-fours on the end of her bed, because it put her up just high enough that she could look over her shoulder and view what she was doing to herself in the dresser mirror. Otherwise, she would have to stand to see herself frontally. Which she did too. But there was just something about looking back at herself with her small ass and pussy pointed at the mirror. In this position, her little round ass would naturally spread, her peach of a pussy looking nice and fuckable; and seeing her pink little butthole just made her feel naughty and horny as hell.
On her bed with hairbrush in hand, she reached over her back to position its handle in the crack of her ass— her wet teen pussy hugging one side of the shiny black phallus. A quiver ran through her body. She wondered truly what it would be like if her improvised hairbrush were indeed a boy’s penis. A nice hard dick. Fleshy, and attached to horny young boy who was about to put it in her. The cool air of the room reminded her just how wet her pussy was; and seeing herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but realize how nakedly exposed she was. Her lithe young body jacked up for the fuckin’. Her white ass spreading, with her pink little holes— just waiting!
Turning the handle of the brush to point its tip at her tight young cunt, she slowly eased it into her wet hole. She felt the slight bulge of it spreading her pussy open as she sunk it in deeper. She let out and open-mouthed moan. She caught herself drooling, and sucked her saliva quickly back into her mouth. Deeper. Slowly. Almost there. The handle almost completely in. She felt it stretching and filling her vagina up. Sliding in with little resistance, her tight little love tunnel was so slippery and wet. Another half-inch, and it was all the way in— the bristly end poking out and brushing roughly against her smooth pale butt. She took her hand away. The brush was stuck in her, and her tight pussy was holding it there. She wagged her small round butt at the mirror. She felt so utterly naughty.
Her wet pink panties lay in front of her on the bed. She could not resist the urge to pick them up and shove them in her face again. The saturating smell of her young pussy was amazing. She poked her panties into her mouth, cramming as much of them into her small mouth as she could fit. And then she sucked. She felt like such a raunchy little slut. The hairbrush filling her up, as she sucked the fragrant juices out of her panties. She turned her head to look at herself in the mirror again— her panties hanging from her mouth as if she were some little wild animal.
… And then she saw him!— in the reflection of her mirror!— peering through her cracked-open door! …
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Mind Control Part 1

Jason, Percy and Christopher Sims were walking home from school one day. Jason had shaggy golden blonde hair with electric blue eyes and was 5’11”. Percy had shaggy jet black hair with emerald green eyes and was also 5’11”. Christopher had shaggy brown hair with eyes that changed from electric blue to emerald green often and was 5’10”. Jason, Percy and Christopher were 14 and triplets. Jason was the oldest and born on March 12 at 3:00pm, Percy was born at 3:15pm and lastly, Christopher came awhile later that day at 4:50pm.
They see a white van parked across the street with 2 men in it but pay no mind as they were talking about football and why they thought the New England Patriots should win the Super Bowl. Suddenly the white van pulls over next to them when the driver rolls down the window. He had short black hair and a gentle face except for a scar on his left cheek with dark glasses covering his eyes. “Hey boys. Do you happened to know where 1487 Sunshine Avenue is?”
Jason and Percy stepped toward the vehicle to show the man where it was on the map while Christopher held back. His instincts told him to run but he didn’t want to leave his brothers behind. A split second later, the van door swung open and 6 men poured out of the vehicle.
Though the boys were strong the men were stronger with 2 men per boy. They were knocked out and brought into the van. The second the door closed the driver slammed on the gas pedal. In just 2 seconds, they were going 100mph speeding down the interstate.
When Jason woke up he found that he was in a dimly lit room with no windows. He was alone in the room except for his brother Percy and a man in a white lab coat. “Where’s Chris?!” Jason thought desperately as he felt a surge of protectiveness for his little brother.
Percy looked at Jason with desperate eyes as he realized that him and his brothers had been kidnapped. “What’s the guy in the lab coat going to do to us???” he thought fearfully.
The man turned toward them and pulled out a surprisingly large object out of his pocket that looked kind of like a gun but more high tech. “Jason, Percy this won’t hurt a bit.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” they screamed as he pulled the trigger. They fell into a trancelike state, they’re eyes wide and blank.
“You will obey my every command and will call me John” said the man in the lab coat.
“We will obey.” Jason and Percy stated in unison.
“When I snap my fingers you will be normal again but will still obey my commands.”
“Yes we will do as you say John.”
Snap!
Just filling up space so I can make part 2 conclude the suspense
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Moslem Pig Hunt

A politically incorrect tale of the sadistic treatment of an adulteress when she flees from judicial whipping and stoning and of how it can be fatal to let one’s lust rule your actions.

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Jared’s Slutty Sister

“its raining out” jared said dryly. he looked at his sister to see if she heard him.
“no i didnt hear you” she laughed as if this was a joke. “lets play a boardgame”
Jared wasnt sure he wanted to play a board game. “im not sure if I want to play a board game right now” he said. “but i guess theres nothing else to do” he shrugged. he had a stiffy but he tucked it underneath his belt while his sister was turned around finding the game.
“heres clue™ its my favorite game” she said with a pause. “i get to be colonel mustard”. Jarded laughed at the name cause he thought she said cornhole mustard. he picked out mr. plum for himself because he was a little hungry.
halfway through the game jared noticed something. his sister had gotten so relaxed on the floor playing clue that her skirt was loosely laying on the floor, revealing her thick white cotton panties that were too big for her even though she was a little overweight. he tried not to look but he couldnt keep his eyes off it. his dad had told him once in between beatings that if you dont like looking at girls panties that you’re a gay fuck up and you’re not part of this family, so he kept on stealing glances. after a while he thought he could smell her too, but he thought it was just his imagination since he was hungry. “hey… im gonna “uhhh… i have to go get something to eat im really hungry.” “okay could you grab me a soda?” she was fat and too lazy to get it herself.
“sure sis no problem, but im gonna get you in the living room with my candlestick when i get back”
“what?”
as he was in the kitchen he started to realize he was too turned on. at first he was gonna jack off really quick but then he thought, what if i could fuck my sister? he had an idea to take off his clothes, and he did. his dick was hard as a missile.
he jumped out into the family room totally naked and said “hey sis i got you a sausage instead”. she screamed and jumped up really fast, her fat visibly jiggling through her shirt. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU LITTLE FUCKING PERVERT? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” she ran past him almost crying. he could hear her muttering “jesus christ” over and over as she ran outside to get their dad who was outside working. he tried to cum as quickly as he could and get his clothes back on but his dad came tearing through the front door of the trailer before he could even get his pants on. “COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT” Jared tried to run past him but he knew he couldnt. a huge oily hand grabbed him around his entire neck and threw him back into the kitchen. he tried to get up and run away again but his dad was already next to him kicking him in the ribs. he turned the hot water on. “im gonna teach you a lesson you little faggot” he grabbed jared by the neck again and yanked him up as hard as he could. jared screamed as his dad pushed his head into the stream of burning hot water. “DRINK IT YOU LITTLE BITCH. DRINK IT ITS PRETTY GOOD I THINK” Jared was crying because his press-on Chancey tattoo was probably fading now. then he felt a knee on his stomach, and he collapsed so hard on the floor that he was knocked out and woke up a half hour later in a small pool of blood.
the next day jared went to schoool, but after last period he took the bus home and thankfully his dad wasnt there. he went upstairs to do some of his homework but he was still too turned on from yesterday. he went and crouched by the bottom of hte stairs to his sisters sroom where she was having a phone conversation. he started to stroke his piece while listening to her voice. “yeah, i was taking ahuge dump in the bathroom and somehow most of it got on the seat” he heard her say. then she said bye and started coming down the stiars but he was too into it to realize what was happening until she was at the bottom stair. he panicked and stood up as she tripped over a stair and started to fall over. her crotch fell right onto his hand and it slid in without too much effort on his part. she kicked himi n the chest, knocking his arm back out of her vagina which was unnaturally wet. jared panicked and pulled out his switchblade before she could scream at him again. “this time daddys not here to save your ass you fat pignosed bitch”. he had lost his erection but saying this brought it right back again. he pressed the knifed into her neck and shoved his erection into her gaping vagina. “if you tell dad about thsi ill fucking kill you.” she tried to fight back and shove him away but he just pressed the knife into her neck again to warn her what could happen if he pressed the knife into her neck and it cut her. he kept fucking her and slapped her titties a little bit, one at a time while he spit on her nipples. he could see tears streaming across her face and he siad “youre starting to enjoy it arent you?”
she shoook her head and tried depserately to choke out a response, but she couldnt. he started to make cuts at her sides and was rubbing the blood onto his dick.. when she tried to move his hand out of the way he stabbed into her stomach. he could feel the knife go easily through her fat but it stopped abotu halfway through so he shoved down on it as hard as he could, over and over again in unison with his dick. she screamed out in pain, which really turned him on. he took the knife and his dick out and came all over the blade, shots of it missing and landing on the wall and her face. before he even finished cumming he shoved the knife down her throat and yelled “TASTE IT BITCH. SWALLOW MY CHILDREN” . just as he said this, the arousal left his body with the last drop of semen dripping slowly from the tip of his urethra. he stared in shock and disgust at his bloody sister who was now choking on a knife. he could smell the sick scent of cum and blood gurlging out of her throat. “what… what the fuck is wrong with me?” jared stepped back slowly, then collapsed to the floor. he sat there for the longest time just staring, then dropped his head in his hands to cry. he remembered his father’s words: “stop crying, you little pussy. you want to grow up to be some sorta faggot?” but he couldnt help it. it was raining outside, so he went for a walk. he stopped under a bridge to finger his asshole, as that always cheered him up.

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“Wake up.”
She heard his voice call to her. Opening her eyes she looked around. The room was a small dark cell and she was alone.
“Can you hear me?” He asked.
“Yes, where are you?” She said.
“Nearby. You will be prepared and presented. Do not be afraid.”
“Presented? To whom?” She asked, but there was only silence.
The door opened and she was led out of the room by two reptilian looking women. Each woman held tightly to an arm, leading her down a dark corridor and through a non-descript door. Inside was a large white marble sunken tub that was filled with water. The two women led her into the water which was still very warm and heavily scented. Together the women washed and bathed her. Amanda have never this kind of attention paid to her before and she enjoyed it. Occasionally an unsettling feeling would cross her mind and she would start to miss her beast but she trusted him.
‘So soon?’
Amanda had no answer for herself.
Looking around the room, it was a magnificent site. The marble tub, a beautiful shade of cream that was surrounded by a warm brown rock floor and wall. A sky light provided the illumination that was diffused into a yellow warm light. The room was warm, but not uncomfortably so. Around the room against walls were various tables and shelves with all manner of creams, oils, flowers, brushes, pots and bowls. All destined to help achieve beauty. Had it not been for the reptilian females, she could have fooled herself at an expensive spa back home.
The women helped her to exit the bath and began drying her body. Pressing a wonderfully soft fabric all over her skin. They began oiling her, rubbing her tired body. Amanda sat up. Her body wasn’t sore. Her ankle wasn’t tender. Looking at her arms she realized the bite marks, while still visible were all healed. Resting back, she felt their fingers everywhere, rubbing and caressing. Spreading her ass cheeks one woman oiled inserted her finger up her ass and pumped slowly. Never one for ass play before, Amanda found herself relaxing and enjoying the brief exploration. The woman motioned for her to turn over and lay on her back and spread her legs. Amanda did so and waited, wondering if they would be that thorough on her front. One woman began to brush her hair dry while the other continued to oil her front. At her nipples, the woman dipped her fingers into a nearby pot and rubbed her fingers together. Amanda watched quietly as the gold liquid on the green fingers was then transferred to her nipples. Gently the woman tweaked her nipples to attention and painted them with the liquid gold, all the while, the paint warmed her nipple and made them tingle. This had an immediate effect on Amanda’s clit and more than anything she wanted to rub herself, or have one of the women rub her.
Oiling her way down to Amanda’s pussy, the reptilian woman reached over once more to the gold pot. Before applying the paint, the reptilian woman looked up at Amanda and flicked her long tongue at her. Amanda groaned and spread her legs wider. The woman lightly flicked at Amanda’s clit before licking up and into her pussy. Though not very thick, the tongue was amazing dexterous and explored Amanda’s love tunnel, revealing unusual pleasure locations. Standing suddenly, the woman took her paint covered hand and shoved as many of her seven fingers into Amanda’s wet pussy as she could. Leaving one on the outside, coating her clit with the gold warming paint. After several strokes, the woman withdrew her hand, much to Amanda’s disappointment. Reaching over for more gold paint, the woman dripped a goodly amount over Amanda’s clit, immediately creating a burning and lust that for now, could not or would not be satisfied.
Oiled and painted, the two women stood Amanda on her feet and began dressing her. Choosing to dress her in a white gossamer toga like dress the women began adding the finishing touches, like gold leafing her exposed shoulder and plating her hair, weaving gold thread through it.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Amanda was shocked that she looked so much like a goddess though she felt like a whore, wanting to jump the first thing she could. The paint was increasing her lust and walking made it seem worse.
The reptilian woman bowed and walked out of the room. Looking around, Amanda had no idea what was going on. Wondering if she could get away with pleasuring herself, she was disappointed when a set of double doors on the opposite wall opened and another red skinned demon entered the room. Wearing a black robe he entered and stopped when he saw Amanda. Her breath caught in her throat, she wondered if this was how she was being presented to. She hoped that she could at least scratch this itch and fuck him before she had to be taken to where she was going.
“Are you ready madam?” He asked her.
She nodded as she stood and slowly walked to him.
“Then follow me, we have started.”
“Started what?” Amanda asked.
The demon didn’t answer her but started walking down a stone hallway through the doors he had entered. Amanda tried to clear her head as they walked. She was not this kind of girl. She loved sex, but not so casually and not with this level of urgency. They walked down the hallway, made a left turn, walked some more and passed a courtyard before entering a larger set of double doors that were gilded. Standing before them, Amanda tried desperately to compose herself, the gold paint was really making it hard to walk normally, her clit and labia were swollen with excitement and anticipation.
The doors opened and Amanda was speechless. The hall was massive, hard to see the ceiling. The room could easily have fit two football fields into it. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure about this presentation. The demon urged her on, walking with her towards the far wall. As they walked, Amanda became aware that there were hundreds of demons standing around on either side of the walls and they were all staring at her.
Walking closer to the wall Amanda was aware that her beast was standing in front of three thrones. A fleeting though crossed her mind and she idly wondered if she was going to get a chance with her beast. Looking away momentarily, Amanda tried once more to clear her head and instead looked at the figure seated on the throne. He was a huge demon with large and wicked looking black horns sat at the center throne.
In a moment of clarity, Amanda’s knees began to go weak. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she just bought a house, she should be painting rooms and changing out locks, not bathed oiled and leafed to be presented at a demonic court. What if she was to be an appetizer? A pet? A toy? A squeak toy….
The thought caused a slight smile creep across her face, one she attempted to hide. The man walking with her stopped her and bowed. Beast lowered his eyes for a moment and unsure of what to do, Amanda curtsied.
“My lords, I present the intended.” The demon announced.
‘Intended for what?’ She wondered.
A long pregnant pause fell over the room as she was being inspected visually.
“Is it true that you saved my son?” The large demon asked.
Amanda’s eyes flickered up to the large demon before dropping them to the floor. She had a feeling that she shouldn’t make eye contact with him.
“Yes, my lord.”
“She has manners.” The large demon observed. “Why?”
“People were hurting him.”
“Your people.”
“My species but I have no ties with who was hurting him.”
“A simple yes would suffice.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“You defied your own species to defend my son.” He stated.
“Yes, my lord.”
“And this is your choice, Balthazar?”
“It is.”
Amanda looked up. She had never been given his name. Something about it was so mysterious and dangerous. Perfect for a demon.
“So be it. Any challengers?” The large demon addressed the large hall.
A hush fell over the crowd while Amanda looked around. Who would be challenging whom and what for? She knew she was partially involved in the challenge but not her role.
She heard the hooves against the marble floor before she turned around. Standing apart from the crowd was a lone figure. Amanda’s breath caught in her throat as she felt this creature’s eyes all over her body. She had the distinct impression that she was being appraised or worse, hunted. The challenging male took a large inhalation causing his whole chest to expand to a great size before growling. Amanda began to tremble with fear. Staring at this figure, she could sense movement to her right. Turning her head slightly she watched as two more figures stepped forward. A cold sweat broke out over her body and her sudden urge to flee was overwhelming. She looked over her shoulder towards the thrones. The large demon seated in the middle, had his hands clasped together, looking on with interest while Balthazar, her beast, began slowly walking towards her.
“You need to sit with father now.” He said quietly to her.
Unable to speak, she nodded her head and walked to the thrones. Balthazar’s father extended his hand to her and helped her to sit on a floor pillow on one side of his throne. Amanda was glad for it, her knees having totally failed her.
Watching Balthazar walking to the center of the room slowly, he looked around. A total of six challengers had stepped forward, all eyeing one another.
“Is he to fight them all?” Amanda whispered.
“They are to fight each other.” The large demon replied as if speaking to a child. “What is your name?”
“Amanda.”
“It’s been a long while since we’ve had a challenger let alone six. This should be very interesting.”
Before Amanda could process what the large demon had said, the fight started with a challenger lunging at another challenger and ramming his head into his side. Amanda realized that these demons have varying degrees of horns. Females has the short nubs style as did some males, like Balthazar, while others had larger horns, none as large as the pair sitting next to her. Some of the fighters used their horns as weapons, while others punched, kicked and slashed with their razor claws. When blood was drawn on Balthazar, Amanda turned her head, her stomach sick.
“This does not please you? To have many men fight over you?” The large demon asked.
“No.” Amanda croaked out weakly.
“Ah, one has conceded.”
Turning Amanda watched as one demon limped away from the brawl and leave the chamber. Shortly after another also left the chamber. One by one, the challengers backed down until it was just Balthazar and the first challenger. Circle one another the two demons attempted to find a weakness to exploit, some way to get an advantage over the other one. Seeing just two now, Amanda rose to her feet.
The challenger lunged but Balthazar stepped out of the way. Balthazar slashed, but the challenger blocked. Frustrated the two demons rushed each other and locked arms, twisting and turning, trying to overpower the other one with brute force. Suddenly, Balthazar threw the challenger to the floor but not before he latched onto Balthazar’s leg and bit down hard. There was no howl of pain, only fury as Balthazar reached down and pulled the challenger off his leg and twisted his neck until is snapped, killing the demon.
“We have a victor!” The large demon stood up and applauded.
The previously quiet hall erupted in to cheers while other stamped their hooves against the smooth floor. Standing in the center Balthazar looked exhausted and bloodied but he stood his ground and looked at Amanda.
“Prepare yourself.” The large demon announced.
Balthazar bowed and left the hall.
Amanda stood flabbergasted as to what just occurred. Several reptilian people came forward with trays full of food, some were maneuvering tables with food into places around the hallway, while a small group were carrying in what looked to be some sort of stage. Amanda watched the scene with a detached silence, struggling to make sense of everything that had happened and was happening still. It suddenly occurred to her that she needed to get back to her house, her home. She had things to still do there, organizing and unpacking to do, some cleaning and the cable guy was supposed to be coming by on Thursday. Instead she was staring at a weird sort of party with the focal point being erected in the center of the room.
Amanda nibbled lightly and tried to act as a gracious guest, but she was scared. With Balthazar gone, she did not know how long she had to stay at this party, if she could even leave, where she could go or what she was to do. Instead, she reached over and grabbed a glass of wine from a nearby reptilian man.
After sipping on the strong wine and sitting for what seemed like hours, Amanda stood and was about to ask to be excused when the double doors opened and Balthazar strode in, clean and healed. He wore a white robe and a chaplet of leaves. Amanda could see his red skin had places where he had been gold leafed, much as herself. Walking up with a confidence she had never seen on anything, man or beast, she was awe struck. She caught herself smiling an embarrassed smile as she felt a little bit like a fan girl in his presence.
A reptilian woman came over and placed a chaplet of leaves on Amanda’s head and began to lead her to the center of the floor near the stage. The gold paint reactivated immediately causing Amanda to gasp four steps away from the throne. Upon closer inspection, Amanda realized it was a bed. Suddenly she was having a bad feeling about what was too happen, though she wanted it very badly. The spectators watched, mingled, chatted and dined as they kept one eye on the human woman and their champion. Stopping before her, Balthazar looked down at Amanda.
“Only this once will there be spectators.” He whispered.
“Champion, as victor you have the right to take that which you desire. Conquer her as you concurred your enemies.” The large demon announced loudly.
In a blink, Balthazar threw Amanda on the bed and was pacing around, as if looking for a weakness. Startled Amanda looked about wildly. Calmly, while walking, he untied his robe revealing his naked body. Seeing her beast pace at the foot of the bed made her heart race, his eyes never leaving her. His body was chiseled from a red rock, so firm and defined. His engorged cock ready for its own kind of battle. Just like the rest of him, it was firm and chiseled though a much more violent red color beneath a layer of gold paint. Suddenly Amanda was jealous and wondered if some reptilian woman had jacked him off applying the paint. What caught Amanda’s attention and caused her to begin to worry was his size. A solid foot long he was thicker than any man she had ever seen, several inches of girth and he had an enormous tip that ballooned into a deep red almost purple head. Her breathing grew fast and shallow and she could feel the dull ache between her legs. That horrid feeling of need and desire. Balthazar sensed a shift and stopped pacing, staring with unnerving force. Amanda shifted ever so slightly back before Balthazar sprung forward, pinning Amanda to the bed.
Looking into his eyes, she could see they were glazed over, clouded by lust. Without hesitation Balthazar ripped her dress open, exposing her body. Taking a moment, he drank in her naked form, this time meant for him. Placing one hand under her ass, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Roughly he moved her into position as her heart beat harder and faster. Was this really about to happen and with all of these witnesses?
His wrist was shoved in her face and she could see it was cut and bleeding.
“Drink.” He growled.
Hesitating a moment, she clamped her mouth around his bleeding wrist, just as he entered her. The shock of the pain caused her to see stars. Gasping for a moment, she managed to compose herself just long enough before he pushed into her again. This time she cried out, muffled by his wrist. Another push, this time harder caused her eyes to water. Balthazar stopped a moment and removed his wrist. Adjusting them both on the bed, Amanda was shocked that she was able to take any of his size. It hurt as much as when she lost her virginity and she knew this was only the beginning.
With an inhuman howl, Balthazar began to violently pump into Amanda, trying to shove all twelve inches into her tight little hole. The harder he pumped, the more frustrated he grew and the harder he tried to fit inside of her. Amanda cried out, uncaring if anyone else was around. The size and force were not too her liking and she wanted it to stop.
“It hurts.” She whimpered.
Leaning forward still rhythmically thrusting, he whispered in her ear.
“I’m sorry, this will help.” Just as he bit down into her shoulder.
The pain from the bite distracted her from the pain between her legs but caused the endorphins in her brain to help battle it. Something about that bite set something in her lose, as if he switched on the right button and she could suddenly enjoy what was happening. No longer distracted by the pain, she could feel Balthazar’s head inside her, rubbing her G spot, his girth rubbed against her swelling labia, which in turn rubbed against her clit. This release of pain came on so suddenly that it caused her to instantly become wet.
Balthazar knew before any of this what it was doing to her body, he could sense it. Stopping long enough to flip her back around and throw her on her back, he reentered her roughly and redoubled his efforts. With every stroke he went deeper, pressing himself to fit in her. The tightness took away his breath and it took every ounce of willpower to keep from cumming too soon. She felt exquisite.
In this position, Amanda’s clit grinded up against the base of Balthazar’s cock, causing it to become overstimulated fast. Shaking, she looked down between them and was shocked to realize that she was able to take him completely. A grunt from his throat caused Amanda to look up. Settling back down on the bed, she wrapped her legs around the demon and held him as tight to her as possible. Bending his head down, Amanda felt his sharp teeth bite lightly on her nipples, then harder, causing another rush of endorphins through her body. Rubbing and fondling her other breast with his claws, he raked her skin, leaving pink ribbons of scratches behind. Somehow he knew the endorphins had one destination, her pussy.
A different sensation began to grow in Amanda, a pressure near the opening of her pussy, but inside. It rubbed all the right places but she realized whatever it was, was swelling. Wiggling against this new intruder caused Amanda to begin to shudder. Squeezing her muscles against it caused a chain reaction in her that caused her to grip Balthazar’s neck and buck against him hard. This additional fullness pule the constant rubbing and grinding on her clit and the roughness of his strokes drove her over the edge. Arching her back, Amanda gave into her most powerful orgasm of her life. Stimulated in so many different ways, she allowed herself to ride the wave of pleasure as she screamed.
Raising his head, Balthazar violently jerked into her harder than he had previously before he roared like a great beast. Amanda could feel a warmness inside her as he filled her with his seed. Balthazar came for several long minutes, bucking constantly and involuntarily as he poured himself into her. Collapsing on top of her and panting, Balthazar propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Amanda.
“You’re mine.” He whispered.
Amanda could only nod in agreement.
“It is done!” The large demon announced.
The hall once more erupted into applause. Looking around Amanda was only becoming aware that they had an audience. She was embarrassed at the same time she was not. It had been the best sex of her life. Sex that was so good it rightfully deserved an audience.
“Now what?” She whispered as she panted too.
“Now we will go back to our rooms and enjoy our first night joined.”
“We’re married.” She stated more than asked.
“Yes, I believe you call it that. You are my mate now.”
“Okay, so let’s go.” She breathed.
Sitting up Balthazar wrapped his arms around her and began to lift her, with her still impaled by his cock.
“Whoa, aren’t you going to pull out?” She asked.
“We’re joined. I cannot remove myself until you’re carrying my child.” He said matter of factly.
“We have to continue to fuck till I’m knocked up? How will you know?” She asked shocked.
“My body just knows.”
“And after that?”
“After you are with child it will be different. I’ll be matured and we could then have sex for pleasure. Your hormones of being with my child will finish my growth.”
Looking down, Amanda gently pulled from Balthazar and found that she could not dislodge him, the swelling inside saw to it that they were firmly bonded and that none of his seed escaped.
“Like I said, once you are with my child then we can enjoy sex for pleasure.”
Holding her tightly, he lifted her from the bed and began walking out of the hall to the loud applause and cries of the spectators.
“Once you are with child, we will be presented as the Prince and Princess of the country. Once you give birth my father can chose whether or not to hold our coronation ceremony. I will be King and you my Queen.”
“Seriously?” She asked shocked that she was on the cock of royalty.
“Yes, seriously. There will be time for talking later….”
He buried his face in her breasts and nipped lightly at her nipple causing a ripple of pleasure and a squeal in Amanda.
Their walking caused Balthazar’s cock to bounce deeper into Amanda’s body. Her clit, still overstimulated and pressed in close to his body continued to rub, eventually causing her to grit her teeth and pant. Her involuntary flexing of her pussy muscles contracted around Balthazar’s cock causing him to pin her against a wall and fuck her all over again. This time Amanda came as she orgasmed and she came hard causing her whole body to shudder. Balthazar pressed into her body as hard as he could when his time came. Gripping her hair in one of his claws, he shook and spasamed as he filled her with his warmth.
Panting, they looked at one another, smiling. Impulsively he leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. Reciprocating the kiss, Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer. Wrapping his arms around her body once more, Balthazar began walking towards their rooms.
“I need a minute.” Balthazar said sitting in an arm chair in the hallway.
Amanda rested her weight on her knees and using the arms leaned back to get some fresh air and to stretch her back. Looking straight up at the ceiling, she felt Balthazar buck beneath her. Looking up at him he had an embarrassed smile on his face.
“Your hair, it was tickling my balls.”
Amanda smiled a wicked smile and leaned her head back, this time shaking her head. Balthazar began to buck then changed his rhythm. He began to bounce Amanda on his lap. This sudden change in power startled Amanda and caused her to cry aloud. She used the arms to steady herself, but the constant bouncing was rapidly bringing on another orgasm.
Suddenly Balthazar pressed on to her shoulders causing him to go deeper into her. Amanda saw stars as she gasped. Flinging her had back she screamed. Her scream echoed down the hallway as she collapsed against Balthazar’s chest.
“Don’t tickle my balls again, unless I ask.” He whispered playfully.
“Got it.” She panted.
An hour, 200 yards and three more fucks later they stumbled into their rooms, barely making it to the bed before the urgency of their loins was once more at a critical level. Amanda was so stimulated that the simple act of breathing was causing her body to shudder out of control.
She was sore, she was tired, her body hurt and was far too stimulated. She was hungry and she wanted a bath, but they still couldn’t break away.
“I need a break.” She panted, laying beneath Balthazar on their bed.
“Not yet.”
“I can’t keep this up. I’m exhausted. I’ve never had this many orgasms before…”
“We have to darling, I can’t pull out without hurting you.”
“Try, please.”
He reluctantly pulled from her, but the pain on her face stopped him. They were truly locked together. He tried once more, but the urge to fuck flared up and he began pulling and pushing slowly.
“No, Balthaar, I can’t….”
But Balthazar didn’t stop, he kept pulling out slightly until the pressure was too much then he pressed into her deeply.
“Please don’t…”
She pushed at him, but her body contracted and squeezed around his shaft and knot. His eyes rolled up into his head.
“No….” she moaned, but did not fight him.
He continued his slow pulling and pressing until she had given in and began squirming around on the bed. Rotating his hips in a wave like motion that both pulled at the knot and pushed in deeply, he found a new reaction from her and a different sensation for him. Moving closer to her, inch by inch, he delved deeper. Something about the motion opened her depths to him, like a flower. Grabbing hold of her legs, he pulled her pelvis up and supported her ass with his hands as he continued his rhythmic slow fucking. He watched in fascination the pleasure play out across his lover’s face, the wave like motion of her breast sway with the motion of their lovemaking. Though he had not changed the tempo he could see that she was experiencing more as the moments went on. He could feel it in the soft but firm caresses her walls had on his cock and knot. Slow at first but then the squeezing was more frequent and firmer. He felt as if he was being milked.
Amanda began to moan and loudly. She had screamed before but the moaning was new. It was a huge turn on to Balthazar. Reaching up, he tweaked a nipple between his talons, drawing a little blood and causing her to arch her back and clamp down on his dick. Scratching her stomach lightly, Amanda moaned again, this time louder. Carefully selecting a fleshy part of her thigh, Balthazar wrapped his hand around the limb and dug his claws into the flesh. Amanda reciprocated by becoming incredibly wet and gasping, her back arching further. He pressed harder into her, making the strokes still even but with more pressure. The deepness was amazing.
Amanda could not think straight, the pain and pleasure was mixing and becoming hard to separate in her mind. She was experiencing and that was as far as she could focus. She wanted more, wanted it harder, deeper, longer, more violent, softer, and with more intensity. She didn’t want this to end.
Balthazar gnashed his teeth. The burning built up again. Starting in his chest, tightening it making his stomach tighten as well. The fire, usually a slow burn, moved with lightning speed to his groin and before he was able to hold off, he was filling his lover with his seed. Something was different this time. Looking into her eyes she felt it too. With a pop, he felt his knot dislodge and he was free from her body. Looking at each other for a moment, the realization set in what had happened. It took five hours, but she was carrying his child.
Exhaustion set in for both parties. Collapsing on the bed they both lay motionless for long minutes.
“I don’t know how to do this, how to be your wife, how to be a mother to your child, how to live here….what happened?” Amanda said quietly.
“A lot has happened quickly.” Balthazar agreed.
“I’m scared.”
“Rightfully so, I’d say but Amanda, you can never go back home. Even if we could figure out how to open the correct portal to your world, those people would kill you for helping me and taking away their potential power.”
“Power?”
“To drink the blood of a demon that is willingly given to you grants the drinker access to powers beyond anything you can imagine. They were trying to do that but couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working. I was not willingly giving y blood up, they were taking it by force.”
“Oh.”
“You, I gave to willingly. Your kindness, your sympathy was touching. But more than that, in order to keep you safe from them, I had to bring you with me and you would never have survived the jump to my world. The rift would have shredded you had you not have demon blood in your body.”
“Am I part demon now?”
“No,” he chuckled, “but it means that you do have me in your system, so you have the essence of demon, but are not one of us.”
Amanda nodded but felt like she was missing something bigger.
“I don’t know the first thing about your people or how to be a queen for them.”
Balthazar leaned over and kissed her forehead. Amanda noticed that his horn nubs seemed a little longer.
“Don’t worry my dear, being a queen will be the easy part. We have bigger problems to deal with first.”
…to be continued

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Fantasy

A Little Sister’s Yearning, Pt. 1

Author’s Note: This story is purely fantasy, and not one I as author condone or would wish to live out. It’s a style I find both challenging and interesting – which I understand does make me disturbed in some ways, but that’s not something that I feel I can really help/nurture at this early stage in my life, and frankly don’t so much see the need to ………. Elly is a developing pre-teen. Eric is a horny, chronic masturbator with a few secrets up his sleeve. Their mother is cooking downstairs. Is it time for the siblings to talk some stuff out?