"Error. Your PleasureChair5000 has experienced technical difficulties. Please stand by while a technician is dispatched to assist you."
"Not again," Ted nearly spat. He grabbed his towel, extracted his junk from the PleasureSleeve and swung his legs out of the chair. He had almost pulled his trousers back on when the technician unceremoniously opened his pod door.
"Please step aside, sir," the man said, without meeting Ted's eyes. His vinyl gloves squeaked as he began unscrewing plates.
Ted recognized the guy. It was the same technician that had fixed the machine for him last time. And maybe one other time. Ted resisted the urge to punch the stupid machine. How the fuck did it keep breaking?
"You're too rough on it, man," the tech said, prying a panel off the side of it. "These things are delicate. You've gotta be gentle."
"I don't want to be gentle," Ted retorted. "I want, and I quote, 'to fulfill my every fantasy'. That's what it says on the billboards. That's what I'm paying for. My fantasies are rough."
The tech still didn't look at him. He was fidgeting with some hoses inside the machine. "Look, I'm not trying to tell you what sort of fantasies to have. I'm just saying, if you don't want to break the machine every time you use it, you've gotta be more gentle." He stuck a tool into the machine, trying to twist or turn something, and after a moment of grunting, it snapped. "Ah, fuck. God dammit." He touched his shoulder and said, "I'm gonna need a complete re-seat on 422. I've got a broken T-190 and maybe a cracked Cradle. Might as well reset the whole unit."
Ted sighed. "Guess that means I'm not going to get to finish this session."
"Guess not." The tech began opening other panels on the machine, more than Ted had ever seen. Behind one, a bag of glittering blue liquid caught his eye.
Ted recognized it as the aphrodisiac spray they administered to help customers get aroused faster. His heart was suddenly pounding.
He had to have that bag.
"Look I want to get my money back," he suddenly said.
"You'll have to talk to the front desk for that, I'm just tech."
"I'm half naked!" Ted shouted. "They need to come here. They need to make this right. They need to let me fulfill my every fantasy, like their advertising says!"
"C'mon, man…"
"I will not! Do you know how expensive it is to rent this thing for just one measly hour? And then to have it break just when you're getting to the good stuff? Outrageous! Go and get your boss! I demand to speak to someone in authority! Do it! Now!"
Grunting, the tech got to his feet. He pressed his shoulder communicator again, "Yeah, get the whole thing running, I'll be right there." He pulled off his gloves, throwing them on the floor. "I'll send someone your way."
And just like that, he was gone, leaving Ted with the half-opened machine.
It took only a few seconds for him to figure out how to unclip the bag from the machine. It had a drain hose and an injection hose, and both easily screwed off. He wadded up the tech's discarded gloves, using the fingers as stoppers for the two ports. Then, pulling on the rest of his clothes, he hid the bag against his belly, pulled on his coat, and ducked out of the pod.
At the front desk, he quickly paid his tab, leaving a quick complaint about the machine breaking and how he wanted a refund, and then he stepped out into the street. Within minutes he was on the holorail headed home. He studied his reflection in the window as the rail bounced along. His face was dour, his hair greasy, his belly looking fat from concealing the bag. He looked forty, not his actual twenty-eight.
Maybe he was spending too much time on those machines, like his family said. He rested his hand on the bag concealed under his shirt. "Not for much longer," he whispered.
Once back home, he quickly transferred the blue liquid from its slightly leaking bag into a large clear pitcher he found in a kitchen cabinet. As he poured it, he studied the side of the bag, which he realized now was written with instructions.
"Keep below 25°C," he read. "Discard after date on bottom." He glanced over. "That's not for three years," he laughed. "Only to be used under adult supervision. Absolutely not to be given to minors." He chuckled, then bit his lower lip thoughtfully. "For human consumption only, do not feed to animals. Do not dispose of in drainage system." He chuckled again, then squeezed the last of the bag into the pitcher. "What a beauty you are," he murmured. Turning the bag, he read the application instructions. "Spray two-to-three times on desired areas. For longer lasting effects, drink one tablespoon thirty-minutes prior to engagement."
Glancing at the kitchen clock, he grinned again and shoved the now empty bag into the incinerator. All he had to do was wait.
Just a few minutes later, he heard her.
Right on time, his little sister Serra popped in the front door. Her computer satchel was slung over her shoulder, and her hair was up in a ponytail. She was wearing her summer school uniform, which was Ted's favorite. She had short white socks on, a blue tartan skirt and a short-sleeve white blouse with a blue ribbon at her collar. Blue, what a divine color.
"Hey, Serra," he called.
"Teddy! You're home early." She dropped her satchel off as she entered the kitchen.
"Look what I got you," he said, pouring his stolen blue aphrodisiac into a tall glass. He filled it up to the brim, ignoring the throbbing of his cock as he did so.
"Oooh, what is it?" she asked, mesmerized by the swirling, almost glittery liquid.
"A special drink," he said. "Not on the market yet. This is a top secret preview. Just for a select few people to try." He grinned wolfishly as he looked her over. She was so excited. "But there's just one catch," he said.
"What's that?"
"You have to drink it all up at once. All of it, right away. Can you do that?"
"Uh huh! You bet!"
"Prove it!" he said.
Serra laughed, grabbed the glass and, to his delight, began to chug it.
"How is it?" he asked.
She didn't stop chugging, just nodded and held a thumbs up at him. He watched her throat as she swallowed, her eyes as they closed, her hand as it gripped the glass. When the liquid was all gone, she set the glass back on the counter with a loud, "Ahhhh" of satisfaction.
"The flavor isn't that great, but wow it sure makes you feel funny!" Her hand immediately rubbed her left breast, and then her right breast. Then, it trailed up and around her neck. "Wow." She bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together. "What's… what's in that stuff?"
"It's a special drink for adults," he said, "but I thought you might like it."
Her hand, as if acting on its own accord, cupped her pussy over her skirt, squeezing. "It's… it's so strong," she murmured. "Is it… alcohol?"
"No, no," Ted said, practically salivating at the way she was starting to act. "It's… it's a sex thing."
"Sex?" Her eyes flashed up at him, but her hand was still squeezing her cunt. "M-mom and Dad said you were… were…" She bit her lower lip as her hips began rocking.
Ted's curiosity was piqued, despite himself. "Oh? What did they say?"
"That you're a-addicted to some s-sex machine… What did you do to me?"
"Doesn't it feel wonderful?"
She let out a little whimper. "Make it stop."
"You don't like the way it makes you feel?"
Her legs were starting to tremble. Her fingers were under her waistband now, pushing her school skirt off her narrow teenage hips. "I-it's too much… Teddy, please…"
"Okay," he lied. Grabbing the pitcher, he poured another glass of the blue liquid. "This will counteract the glass you drank."
"R-really?" Her eyes had lost their sharpness again. She was being consumed by the effects of the drink.
"Really," he said. He held the glass up to her lips, wrapping an arm around her slender body to help hold her while she drank. She paused for a breath and tried to pull away. "Don't stop," he whispered. "You have to finish it."
Serra moaned, but when he pushed the cup back to her lips, her eyes closed and she drank and drank and drank. When the glass was finally empty again, Ted slid it back onto the countertop without letting go of his sister. He pressed his mouth against her pale neck and bit down, delighting the way she tensed and squirmed.
"Teddy," she whimpered.
Her skirt was on the kitchen floor now. Her knees were trembling and her hand was now pulling her panties down. Ted watched his sister's hand as it palmed her bald pussy, fingers clumsily stroking her growing clit, and slipping down through her soaking cunt.
"You've never touched yourself before, have you?" he asked.
Serra's hips bucked at his words. Her fingers spread her pussy lips, curiously exploring the throbbing, aching need growing between her legs. Her breath was already panting and ragged. "I'm only thirteen," she whimpered. "I don't… I don't… know what… what's happening."
"It's okay," he said, moving his hand down onto her belly. The moment he touched her flat stomach, his cock surged to attention. He hadn't been able to finish in his PleasureChair5000 earlier, so he was very primed already. Watching his little sister struggle under two full glasses of extremely potent sex tonic was indescribable. "I'll help you."
"Teddy, no… y-you're a… a… s-sex a-addict…"
"So are you," he whispered into her ear, letting his hand trail down and down. His fingers expertly ghosted over her pubic bone, delved down and encircled her clit.
Serra's hips rocketed forward at the touch, and her hands flew up to grab him. "Ughhhhn!!!" she cried, and bucked her hips again. "Oh! Ohhh!!"
"You're a sex addict, just like your big brother," he said, rolling his finger gently around her clit, scooping up her slick to help guide his fingers. "See?"
"Ahhh, ohhh," Serra was beyond words. Her whole body trembled. Her legs were starting to part, even though she was standing. Her breathing was hard and fast. "I need… I need…."
"What do you need, baby sister?" he crooned, inching one finger closer to her wet, throbbing virgin hole.
"Haaaa, haaaa," she writhed in his arms, utterly consumed and overcome. "S-sex… I n-n-need s-sex…"
"Yes," Ted agreed. "You need so much sex." Emboldened by her words, he reached up and pulled on her blouse. When the sturdy school uniform buttons held, he grit his teeth and yanked harder. Silvery-white buttons shot off her blouse as he tore it open, exposing her small, bra-less chest. "Your nipples," he cooed. They were soft pink, so pale they almost were invisible against her pale skin.
She was almost flat, but her arousal was so high that her nipples had puckered into thick, hard peaks, just begging to be suckled. This was something the PleasureChair5000 could never replicate, and Ted dove in, pulling his thirteen-year-old sister's nipple into his mouth.
Her body spasmed and rocked against him. "Tedddyyy!" she gurgled, helpless.
His cock was throbbing, aching, positively ready to burst. Without releasing her nipple from his lips, he hurriedly unfastened his belt and the button and fly on his trousers. With a groan, he pulled his cock free, pushing his underwear down. "Ah, fuck." Just the feel of the air on his cock while his mouth suckled the sweet copper taste of his sister's breast was almost enough to get him off. "Not yet." He pinched his thigh, then pulled back to look at her.
Serra's pupils had dilated so big the entire iris was almost swallowed up in blackness. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, but her eyebrows remained upturned with concern. She looked ravishing with her blouse hanging open, button threads dangling useless. Her hands were still pawing at her cunt and hips, desperate and inexperienced.
"It's time," he growled.
Within a few steps, he had her slight frame pushed up against the wall. There was no time to change locations. He gripped her ass and lifted her, easily manhandling her legs until they were draped over his shoulders. Her panties hung off her left ankle now and the soiled scent of them was intoxicating. He spread her pussy lips, exposing the untouched hole beyond, and lined the fat head of his cock against her unused slit.
"Teddyyyy," she mewled, her arms wrapping around his head. "P-please…"
He needed no more coaxing. Holding her hard up against the wall, finally Ted thrust his big, adult cock into her little wet cunt. "Fuckkk, you're tight!"
Serra squirmed against him, trying to get away, but Ted held her in place, thrusting into her again and again, opening her narrow passageway, breaking down her resisting hymen. "Mine," he growled, feral and hungry. "Mine, mine, mine!!!" He howled when his cock finally broke her underage virginity for good and plunged into her tight cunt. He began furiously fucking her, dragging her little body up and down his cock, forcing her to immediately take his full length over and over.
Serra cried and flailed against him, even as her virgin cunt pulsed and throbbed around him.
He bottomed out inside her little cunt almost instantly, standing on his tip-toes in order to ram himself into her underage cervix as hard as he could. It was this sort of rough behavior that had broken the PleasureChair5000 in the first place, but now there was no one to stop him. There was only Serra's cries as he destroyed her virginity.
Teddy bit her neck, then ducked down to suckle her nipples again, going from one to the other while still fucking her teenaged cunt. He felt his balls boiling, tightening, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. One hand held her up against the wall, and the other dropped to flick her little wet clit.
It took only two strokes before Serra was screaming with orgasm, her whole body positively spasming with the intensity of it. Her voice echoed through the house, amplified by the kitchen acoustics. Her cunt pulsed and quivered as she came, trying desperately to eject the fat cock plugging it up, and finding no success.
"Good girl," Ted hissed. "That's it. Come on my cock. Come all over my cock!" He thrust two, three more times, then bit down on her neck and came inside her, blasting his incest seed directly into her cervix. He shook her as he orgasmed, treating her like a vibrator for his dick. She wasn't as responsive as the PleasureChair5000, but the way her tight pussy lips gripped his fat cock was beyond description.
Ted thrust several more times, emptying out, and then, exhausted, pulled free, spewing come and slick all over the kitchen floor.
Serra would've collapsed in a pile if he hadn't caught her.
"ServoBot, clean the kitchen!" he called, his words activating a small cleaning robot that detached from the wall and began scavenging buttons.
He clutched Serra, throwing her limp body over his shoulder. With his free hand, he grabbed the pitcher of blue liquid. He knew their parents would be home before too long, but he wasn't planning to stop any time soon.
Within a few seconds he was in the relative safety of his bedroom's en suite bathroom. At twenty-eight, almost no one entered his room anymore. He lived at home still, but he was self-sufficient in most ways. Besides, his parents had an inkling of his sexual deviancy and didn't dare enter his bedroom for fear of coming across something perverted.
He laughed darkly as he gently laid Serra on the bathroom rug. She was trembling and writhing, obviously still under the power of the liquid. Setting the pitcher down carefully nearby, Ted took his time undressing her the rest of the way. He threw aside her torn school blouse, and then contently pulled off her socks and shoes. He palmed her wet underwear for a few seconds, sniffing them briefly, before using them to wipe his wet cock clean.
He disrobed the rest of the way as well, feeling more clear headed now that he'd had the best orgasm of his life a few moments ago.
"Serra?" he said.
Her eyes had closed, but at his voice, they struggled to open. "T-Teddy?"
"That's right," he said, stroking her thigh. "How do you feel?"
"S-so hot." Her hands rubbed over her flat abdomen, then down to fondle her pussy.
He helped her part her legs, nudging her knees up. Her just-fucked slit now opened like a flower, showing him what damage he'd done to it. Instead of a tight pink line, there was now a cock-sized dark hole beyond, and it was absolutely calling to him.
Even though he'd just dumped a load of come inside her, his cock was starting to twitch. Grabbing the pitcher, Ted said, "This will help cool you down." And, very carefully, he began pouring the liquid into his little sister's now-gaping pussy hole. He didn't stop until she was so full that the blue liquid began dribbling out.
There was only a little left in the container, but he nevertheless carefully set it aside.
"How does that feel?" he asked, looming over her. He pressed his palm against her cunt, sealing the liquid inside. He slid her clit between his fingers, pumping his wrist. He rocked her body for several seconds, focusing on her clit, until her little, over stimulated body shook into another orgasm. He kept her pussy sealed with his palm, letting her orgasm churn the liquid trapped in her cunt, soaking into her body, seeping into her cervix.
Although only his palm was in contact with the aphrodisiac liquid, he could feel it starting to absorb through his skin. He could only imagine the intensity with which Serra was feeling it. After only a few seconds, his cock was hard again.
Removing his hand, he took a long, appreciative look at his sister's swollen pussy, and then, folding her legs back, he plunged his cock into her aphrodisiac-soaked cunt.
"Ahhh, fuckkkk," he moaned as he sloshed through the liquid. It affected him almost instantly, a thousand times more intensely than anything he'd ever experienced using the PleasureChair5000. As he fucked, he felt his cock stiffening and swelling. The liquid made his balls feel heavier and tighter, and it even began to affect the rest of his body, sending tingles through his navel, his anus and nipples. "Oh, fuckkkk!" He found himself coming inside her again almost immediately, utterly unable to resist.
She rolled into another an orgasm of her own, gasping and moaning, her eyes rolling back in her head as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Ted fucked her three more times on the bathroom floor, possessed now by the liquid. He was feral and uncontrolled and felt the extreme need to fuck and breed her. Serra let it all happen, orgasming almost non-stop throughout it all.
She had, Ted realized, consumed so, so, so much more of the liquid than he had.
"Ah, my little sister," he crooned after finishing inside her for the third time just in the bathroom. "You might be like this permanently now." Serra, cradled in his arms, orgasmed again just from his words alone.
"Good girl," he whispered.
They were both filthy and sticky from the liquid, but Ted didn't dare rinse it off. Instead, he carried his sister back into his bedroom, finally removing the last remnants of her clothing. He viewed her naked body for a few minutes, watching her microorgasm at the slightest breeze on her clit, and then an idea struck him. He grabbed some ropes he'd purchased during a shibari kink a few years back and, pulling his sister's legs back and up, began to tie her neatly. She was flexible and completely limp in her drugged state, so it was easy to spread her legs and bind her ankles to her thighs in a frogtie. Then he used another rope to pull her legs up and back, so her knees were near her shoulders, and tied the rope behind her neck to keep them in position. It wasn't shibari by any means, but it would hold.
The result was glorious, getting her legs out of the way and centering her exposed pussy completely. He propped her up on his bed and stuck a pillow under her ass to help properly display her. "You're a piece of sex art, now," he said. "And everyone should know it."
Sliding into his computer chair, he flipped on his monitor and cameras. He mostly only used them to stream games or talk to AI girls, but he had watched lots and lots of videos, and he knew exactly the audience for this. Within a few minutes he was signed in and streaming. He didn't say anything to his audience, just let the video subject, "Watch me creamiepie & breed my frogtied underage sister" bring in the viewers.
By then, his cock was raging hard again and it was not difficult to make good on his plans. He checked the camera a few times, zooming in to get his sister's cunt in frame. Then, once he saw people begin posting in the chat room, he turned his back to the camera, positioned himself over Serra again, and began fucking her.
His cock was bigger this time, somehow. The sex drugs had swollen his dick, totally engorged it. He noticed now, too, that Serra's clit was thick and dark, too, as were her nipples. "Such a good drug," he moaned as he slammed his cock into her over and over. "Come for the camera, Serra," he gasped. "Let everyone see what a sex addict you've become."
She shuddered into violent orgasms at his words, her bound legs trying and failing to flail. Ted had to hold her down, pressing his hands into her waist, to keep her from bucking him off. She began to moan and cry out as he continued to fuck her through her orgasms.
"That's it, you little sex addicted slut," he growled, howling as she set off on another full body round of orgasms. "You little underage incest loving sex addict!" He held on as her cunt spasmed violently around his cock, trying hard not to come so fast. "God, you're perfect! You're absolutely everything I've ever wanted. I'm gonna breed you, little sister," he moaned, low and hot into her ear. "I'm gonna fill you with big brother incest seed, get you pregnant, while all these people watch."
She shook with more orgasms, sobbing now, long beyond words.
"That's it," he encouraged. "My little sex addict sister," he moaned, letting his words turn her body into an orgasming vibrator. "Your true self revealed. A thirteen-year-old baby girl sex slut," he gripped the sheets as she violently orgasmed again. "You're sex addicted to your big brother's cock," he felt his balls tightening, "aching to be bred on camera in front of thousands of strangers." He gasped at how hard she was coming. "You need that incest come flooding your underage womb, don't you?!"
Serra let out a series of low, deep, guttural moans as she arched her back, squirting and coming. Ted could resist no longer, holding her down so he could absolutely ram his cock into her engorged, convulsing cunt. He blasted his seed into her, the fifth or seventh time that night, but somehow he knew this was the one that was going to take. This was the load that would make their fantasy a reality. This was the load that would breed her.
"Fuckkk!!" Ted had never come so hard or for so long. His cock felt like a cannon, blasting come into her, thicker and creamier than anything he'd ever brewed before. He knew he had the sex liquid to thank. He stroked his thickened dick in and out of her several more times as he finished spurting, then sank deep into her, exhausted. Still, he could feel the liquid in his veins. It wasn't going to let them rest.
Serra, all the while, continued to orgasm and twist in her bonds.
Glancing over his shoulder at the camera, Ted finally pulled out, stepping aside to let the camera focus on his sister's now-gaping pussy hole. It clenched and gasped like a mouth, and his come, tinted blue from the liquid, drooled out of it onto the bed spread. On the screen, he could see rapid comments posting from the viewers.
"You've got quite an audience now," he said, kissing her thigh. "To think, just an hour or two ago you were been a chaste little virgin, and now here you are, broadcasting your sex destroyed cunt for hundreds of viewers. You always wanted to be famous, didn't you, little sister?"
Serra was long beyond words, though, and only shivered and moaned at his words and touch.
"She's lost her mind," Ted apologetically said to the camera, but smiled. "But I think we'll be making a lot more content soon, so stay tuned."
He ended the livestream, got up and washed his hands and face in the bathroom. When he came back, he drank in the sight of his sister still frogtied on his bed, her cunt open and inviting, her eyes practically rolled back in her head. She was, he could tell, still having orgasms. Every brush of air against her clit or nipples was triggering them.
"Computer," he said into the air. "Compose a message."
"What message would you like to compose?" a female voice answered.
"'Spending the weekend at my friend's house. I'll be sure to do all my homework, don't worry. Love you!'"
"Got it. Who should I send the message to?"
"Send it to Mom and Dad, but send it from Serra's device."
"Sending the message to Mom and Dad from Serra's device."
"Thanks, you're a doll," he said. He stalked back over to Serra. "What do you think of that?" he asked, leaning over her. "Did you hear? Mom and Dad are going to think you're gone all weekend… and they never, ever come into my sex dungeon, do they?" He bit his lower lip, grinning. "I'll have you all to myself, to ravish and fuck and defile to my heart's content." To his delight, her little cunt fluttered with a fresh wave of orgasms. "Ah, you little slut, you like that idea, don't you?"
Serra twisted in her binds, moaning.
"It doesn't matter, anyway," he said, climbing over her again. "So long as you're like this, you belong to me. You're mine. After this weekend, maybe I'll tell them you ran away from home, or decided to go to school abroad." He dragged the head of his cock through her opened pussymouth as she continued to convulse with orgasms, then thrust it back in. "We'll livestream every day, getting donations from viewers, until we can move out to our own place…" He moaned low and deep as she tightened around his cock. "Perhaps this is permanent," he mused. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be like this forever? Being fucked and used by your brother as your only purpose? Yeah!" He pushed his cock deeper into her spasming cunt. "Yeah, I knew you'd like that!" He began fucking her deeply, staring into her eyes. "If it wears off, I'll get more," he gasped. "I'll synthesize it so I'll have a never-ending supply. Hook you up to an IV so you never recover, ah, fuck! You're coming so hard baby sister!"
He held her down as he fucked her, promising to keep her like this, a tied up, helpless fuckdoll. It took only a few minutes for him to come inside her again. When his vision cleared from his blinding orgasm, he found himself staring down into his little sister's tear-streaked face. Panting, he kissed her tears away. "Don't cry, Serra," he murmured, his cock still pulsing inside her quivering little cunt. "You're making all of my dreams come true."
She nodded and squeezed her eyes closed, leaking more tears.
"I'll take care of you," he said. "I'll make sure you always feel so good, like this. I'll make sure you stay full of my come, and my babies." He felt her body orgasming again at his words. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're such a good little sister," he said. "A little sex addict, just like me. Maybe even a bigger sex addict than me. No one will ever stop us. You're happy, aren't you, Serra?" he asked, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You're so happy I forced you to drink that liquid that permanently turned you into your brother's little sex slut? You're happy to be your big brother's forever-fuck doll? To be a little sex addicted nympho?"
Her body continued to orgasm at his words, her breath ragged and raw. She still couldn't speak, and tears were still falling from her eyes, but she snapped her hips forward, again and again, fucking herself on his still-hard dick.
Ted let her build him up to another orgasm, and, as he did, he knew without a doubt that he would make this arrangement permanent.