“Scott? Can you please come in here?”
Books seemed to line the room; shelves, tables, floors, lamps—you name it, a book was on it. In the middle of this literary chaos sat an armchair like any other. It’s soft, velvet complexion seemed to welcome any who sat in it and would entrap any who dared to rest on it in their own little world. Currently, a young adult was seated in this portal, her mind already gone. In front of her face floated numerous books, pages shifting in the wind as a purple aura lifted them. Her gaze never shifted from these novels as her younger assistant approached.
“Yes, Teresa?” He watched her, proud eyes gleaming at his beloved sister. Never would he speak badly of her, and always he would show her the greatest respect possible. His heels clicked together as he patiently waited for a response. A smile sat on his face.
“Would you mind making lunch?” Her book finally lowered itself from her gaze, freeing her violet eyes from its ensnaring words. Purple hair fell over her face, giving her a cheery look. A soft grin appeared on her face as her eyes closed in joy, “It’s getting hard to concentrate on an empty stomach.”
“Sure thing, I’ll get right on it.” Scott walked into the kitchen as his sister let out a thank-you. She’s been busy all day, hunting through those books of hers for a spell to help aid her friend, Reggie. He chuckled to himself, remembering his last time he challenged the girl to a race. He didn’t even get a hundred feet out of the starting gate before she finished. That’s what he gets for challenging Equestria’s fastest runner. He soon snapped out of his daydream when he heard Teresa’s voice.
“Scott, if you’re making sandwiches, can you please put extra tomatoes and lettuce on mine? That sounds so incredible, right now.” He laughed as she spoke, her voice causing a warm feeling to wash over him. He exhaled as he looked around the kitchen at the numerous shelves and pantries, causing a small flame to spew forth. His eyes closed, as his tongue seemed to thin out and lengthen. The skin around his eyes became coarser and appeared to chip in numerous areas. Hands clenched, then reopened, revealing long, claw-like nails as his teeth contorted into fangs. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, revealing reptilian eyes.
He dashed throughout the kitchen, grabbing deli meat and vegetables by the handful. Tomatoes and lettuce found themselves thrown into the air, only to be sliced seconds later. Deli meat rained down from the boy’s hands. Fresh bread was cut into perfect pieces below the falling food, all creating the perfect sandwich for the siblings. He lunged towards the fridge, ripping it open and reaching into its innards to pull out various condiments. They were splattered onto the food in such a hasty manner, that drops landed everywhere in the kitchen. Finally, a top piece of bread was placed gently on the sandwich by delicate hands. Sharp nails no longer were extended from the fingers, and rough scales no longer graced them.
Looking down, the boy noticed the mustard and mayonnaise spots on his clothes, causing him to sigh, “I really need to get better control of myself.” A soft chuckle radiated from him, returning him back to normal. Gingerly, he picked up the plate of food and returned to the library. “Here, Teresa, one sandwich, extra lettuce and tom—Ah!”
Scott’s face met the ground in a sudden fall. Upon returning to the library, he failed to acknowledge the numerous books scattered about, and happened to trip on a copy of Natural Nuances carelessly thrown on the ground. He looked up, distraught over what just occurred. Green orbs met purple orbs in a quiet moment before laughter erupted from the girl. On her lap laid half a sandwich, namely just the bottom slice of bread and a few pieces of turkey, while on her white blouse and purple sweater vest sat everything else.
“Terry! I’m so, so sorry! Are you ok?”
“I’m fine, Scott, don’t worry,” Her words seemed to calm him, “It’s just a shirt, after all.”
“Phew,” He sighed, “I’m so glad you’re not—what are you doing?” He froze, midsentence, eyes locked onto his sister.
“What?” Confused, Teresa looked up. Her vest now sat on the ground in a mixture of numerous stains. She was halfway through unbuttoning her shirt when Scott spoke.
“Why are you taking your clothes off?”
“Well, I don’t want them to stain, duh.” She stood up, un-tucking her shirt to better reach the buttons, “Would you mind cleaning up this mess while I go put on a new top?”
It was at this moment that time seemed to freeze for the boy. It was the first time he ever noticed his sister’s clothes. The way they seemed to be so tight around her figure, or how they give her that look of innocence. He could feel his skin growing coarse and his tongue changing as these new thoughts rushed throughout his head. He was losing control of his dragon-blood. His eyes closed, trying to think of something else, not wanting to do anything brash. He tried thinking about cooking, or jewels, or his pet phoenix. Nothing worked; he kept going back to that skirt sitting precariously low on her hips, or that frilly bra that held her breasts into place, and what lies beneath. He couldn’t lose control, now.
Late at night, these feelings would overcome him, and he would have to hurriedly to something to relieve the tension, but that was when he was alone. Now, he was with someone. He argued with himself, trying to not lose.
Scott, look at those legs, just imagine them wrapped around your torso.
“No, she’s my sister, I can’t.”
Can you hear her moaning your name? His teeth sharpened.
“She’s my sister!”
Not by blood. Skin around his eyes grew coarse.
“I can’t, I just can’t. No matter how hot she is, or how nice she… looks.” His hands clenched.
Anything else?
“Or the way she would moan as I would thrust inside of her.”
Scott, take her.
“Teresa?” She turned towards the boy, concern evident in her voice.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.”
His eyelids shot open, revealing slits for his pupils as he lunged towards the girl, pinning her to the floor. Her shirt was only halfway buttoned up as he eyed her up and down, rubbing his pelvis against her.
“Scott!? What are you—!?” Her words were cut short by his tongue, snaking its way inside her mouth. She froze. His hands slowly came together, pinning her wrists together in one claw. With his free appendage, he sliced open her shirt, revealing the rest of her bra and her pale stomach. He broke the kiss before eyeing her up and down. A smile crossed his demonic face as he lowered his mouth to her ear-level. Through her panicked terror, only random words were heard by her; words like slut, cum, and whore.
She felt a cold claw, trace up her stomach before stopping on her bra. It gave a little tug on the middle strap, connecting the two cups together before completely cutting through it, revealing her breasts to her predator. His head moved down, sucking on one of her nipples. His tongue danced around the smooth flesh before his teeth would graze the sensitive area, causing a moan to escape her mouth.
The two froze before locking eyes; Teresa was confused, she never would’ve wanted this, she never thought of her brother this way, she wasn’t even feeling any feelings of ecstasy herself. Yet, she moaned. A Cheshire grin crossed his face before his face lowered again to her ear-level; he mumbled, “I knew you would like that, you little slut.”
His free hand grasped her breast, slowly massaging it while teasing the nipple; all the while she was trapped. Scott moved his head to her shoulder, only to bite it. The girl fell numb. All feeling for her vanished as her struggling arms became limp. His iron grip released, now moving to his pants. Both of his claws slowly undid his trousers, as he shimmied out of them. His cock stood erect, pre-cum dripping out of the tip. He looked over his sister before grabbing her hand and placing it around his shaft. He held it there for a moment before her own hand started to tighten around his member and slowly move back and forth. He moaned out of ecstasy as she picked up speed.
Teresa had no idea what was happening to her. She was jerking her own brother off, yet she wasn’t. It wasn’t her who was doing this perverted act, but rather her body. It was as if someone else was controlling her and all she could do was watch. Her body rose up, chest exposed and hand still massaging his cock. Her head moved closer to his penis before her tongue slicked out of her mouth and licked the tip. The salty flavor filled her mouth and she wanted more. Soon the head was in her mouth as her tongue swirled around and around, trying to get more of his juice. Her head was soon bobbing back and forth on his dick, feeling it slam against her throat. He thrust inward, shoving it deeper into her mouth.
Hands were placed on both sides of her head as they forced her down around that cock. She felt it twitch in her mouth from the stimulus before being pulled out and shoved back in again. Teresa never did this before. The closest she ever came was to that one summer a few years ago with Big Mac during a sleepover with her friend AJ. There was a little fondling, but that was it, she never had a man’s genitalia in her mouth, and her brother’s was her first. The thrusting picked up, causing her makeup around her purple orbs to begin to run. It finally stopped before her makeup was completely ruined. His dick slowly seeped out of her mouth before strong arms surrounded her. They seemed to lift her so easily before dropping her on the armchair she was previously reading on.
Excited claws ripped off her panties, leaving her socks and shoes still on. She felt a mass climb on top of her and position itself in front of her entrance. Time froze, as she knew what was coming next. She screamed as she was filled. She was a virgin before this moment and planned to save herself for that special someone. Now, it was being taken away.
Scott grunted as he thrust into her tight cavity. Every time his hips moved, he seemed to become more monster-like. His hands held her tighter as his thrusts became more forceful. Screams soon evolved into moans of pleasure before transforming into words, urging the dragon to “go faster” and thrust “harder.”
Teresa held her breath before finally letting out her loudest moan as her walls clenched around his member. She jerked her hips downward, riding out her orgasm. With one final thrust, her brother twitched before removing his cock and releasing his seed onto her body. It splattered everywhere, on her face, on her breasts, on her skirt. She was covered in his cum.
Scott heaved one final breath before his senses returned to him; his soft, green eyes looked over the naked woman below him, not remembering exactly what happened, but a good majority. He panicked as he realized his hands were still on her mounds and hastily fell off of the chair, causing a loud thud on the floor. Looking up, he noticed her leg begin to move before it spun around and elegantly placed its foot on the floor; the other leg followed suit. Now, his beloved sister, Teresa, whom he would always treat with the utmost respect and love, was staring at him. White specks of his seed sat in her hair as the rest of his cum dripped down her body. A devilish grin sat on her face as she locked eyes with him. Her mouth slowly opened.
“Well, that was different.”
