Confessions of an Unholy Mind

She feels my body shudder.

'Mmmm,' she slurps at my perineum. 'I love how crazy you can be.'

If only she knew.

'Lean forward, Baby Brother.'

I widen my legs and look down at her moist face, shining filthily in the dim light. Her upside down grin becomes an open hole through which her long, pink tongue pokes. I squat down; my ass cheeks pulled apart, and hover above her mouth. She slobbers around the folds of my crack, working toward the hole as I did to her moments ago.

I release her rigid brown nipple, and grasp her wobbling tit, digging into it with my fingers, pulling it upwards and then down, all the while her tongue moving toward my wrinkled asshole.

My other hand raises the volume further on the amateur film of a man rocking back and forth in sharp motions as the woman bent over in front of him attempts to dig her nails into the drywall.

'Oh, GOD!'

Screams echo through the room.

'Oh, FUCK, ME!'

The man on the television, invisible, with one finger swallowed by her asshole pounds her harder. The woman continues to scream, slapping the wall in delight.

'Fuck me, fuck me, fucking fuck me!'

I watch, transfixed, as her hair is yanked back, one hand still on her hip as her moist cunt is thrust into sharply, quickly -

'Ah!' Trinity squeals with a mouthful of my ass cheek.

I look down at the hand clenching her tits, and small indentations have appeared where my nails began to pierce her skin. She stares up at me expectantly, one hand holding my bulging member still. I look down, anger and arousal learning to coexist within me. I slap her tit hard, and the crack echoes around the room.

Before Trinity has a chance to respond to my abuse, I lower sharply onto her face, my asshole pressed open against her mouth. Without option, her tongue thrusts against it, licking the rim as I reach forward to slap her tit, one and then the other, before yanking violently on each hard, brown nipple. Her tongue begins to penetrate my asshole, the flat of it occasionally forming to provide lubrication. And as she laps at the fine pubic hairs surrounding my anal cavity, and her tongue slips minimally into my rectum, I hear more pleasure from the television. This time, inevitably, in French.

'Oui, oui, oui!'

As Trinity slurps my ass with her nose buried deep within my crack, I reach forward and tap her thighs. Her legs fall open, and the sweet tangy smell of her glorious wet pussy fill the room. The aroma is irresistible. Trinity's pussy always smells amazing, always so arousing; so feminine. The veins in my cock clench at its odour; an odour that I induced. I zoom into the woman's face on the movie as it screws up in pleasure that seems beyond the realms of human emotion. The man rams his cock into her begging crevice with the same force, his balls slapping her engorged clit with each thrust.

'Oh, mama,' I lament, as Trinity begins to tug at my cock again whilst trying to penetrate my ass even further with her wet tip.

Tears form in my eyes.

***

The first few years in America had been rather uneventful. Small town life was just like I'd seen in the movies; sparsely populated, unincorporated, and dull. My grandparents were all American simpletons - Native Americans were Indians, Far Eastern people were Asian, South Asian people were all Indians, and anybody else that wasn't white was colored. We - despite having their son's blood running through us - were European. I guess it was true. I had grown up in Europe, my mother was from Europe, my tongue was French - I was the outsider, the European in my school of native idiots.

And I was the outsider in many other respects. I wasn't tall enough to play basketball, I didn't understand or care for American Football, and actual football - soccer, as it was called and so beautifully pronounced on the hick tongue - was for women. Or pussies.

The only thing I took an interest in was the mechanics of cars, but all of that was self taught, and usually practically on the broken Chevy that my grandfather hadn't used in years and left to rot.

Isis had enrolled me at the local school, which had an attendance rate of about five hundred. My classes were boring, my English was slightly rusty - very rusty depending on who wanted to befriend me - and my breaks were spent wandering the corridors listening in on ridiculous conversations in high pitched voices, watching lunch money being stolen from other outsiders, or sitting in the class waiting for the lesson to begin. Usually, only the teacher occupied the room, and depending on whom it was, my activities ranged from studying every inch of her body, or mentally planning how to fulfill my required pleasure needs that evening.

In fact, my only real moments of pleasure had been at night. Isis had taken a job at the local Pizza Den, working long hours, but coming home just in time to say goodnight to her little brother. I discovered that sleeping pills are what helped her slip into unconsciousness so quickly - she had timed her slumber so perfectly that every minute both awake and in dreams counted. And it needed to, especially as my mother still wallowed in self-pity and continued - now with her fists and palms - to abuse me, always stoned on her anti-depressant cocktail, only changing out of her pyjamas to go to the local church where my grandfather was the priest.

Trinity would spend most of her time hanging with her girlfriends, or at the mall, or - as I'd heard - fucking random jocks in their cars. I wondered how underage sex was actually monitored in a small town, especially a town so seemingly religious. I eventually concluded that it is the responsibility of the parents. With our mother's selfish nature, we were fucked.

At night Isis would undress in the room we shared, her back to me in the dark. The moonlight would cast a glare on her gorgeous curvy form, and I would watch her removing her bra and panties before donning a gown. As she entered the shower, I would quietly slide out of bed to find her panties, almost always thongs. Sniffing them, sometimes even kissing them, made me feel whole. I didn't know why; all I knew was that I loved my sister more than anything or anyone in the world, and I felt close to her like this. I would toss the panties back onto the floor when I was ready to drift off, content that I had spent the last ten or fifteen minutes in heaven. Sometimes, I would forget, and fall asleep with them scrunched in my hand. Isis always rose before me, and the floor was spotless. I had never been sure whether she realized that her underwear was missing, or whether she did but chose to ignore it. I later also wondered whether she chose to ignore the smell of her pussy on my nose as she cutely kissed me before she slipped into her own bed.

On my thirteenth birthday, when I hit puberty and my perversions fully began, I had realized that the pleasure needs I had, were actually sexual needs.

My teacher, Ms Diaz - a beautiful blend of American dirty blond hair and Hispanic light mocha skin complete with proud curves - had been at her desk reviewing the next lesson in which I would be present. She permitted me to take a seat and wait for class to start. I didn't take my eyes off her. I sipped the can of soda as I scaled the crease jumping out at me from her unbuttoned blouse, just enough cleavage to ensure every student in her room listened to what she would teach. The pockets of beautiful fat held up in her bra beneath rose and fell as she breathed, concentrating on her paperwork. Her legs were spread a foot apart beneath the table, and her flesh-colored tights showed off more leg than I presumed would be allowed in a metropolitan school.

I dropped my soda, causing her to look up for a second.

'I'll sort it, Ms Diaz,' I said, leaping from my chair to mop up the liquid on the floor with paper towels.

'Thanks,' she replied in her husky tone, smiling briefly before getting back to her lesson plan, completely oblivious of my intention.

As the paper towels absorbed the drink with ease, I glanced in her direction and froze. My eyes moved from her beautiful bare leg, upward to her thigh and into her skirt. I saw a swollen mound held tightly against white lace. Had I not been so fixated, I would not have noticed the tuft of dark pubic hair spilling out of the sides. All those nights holding Isis's panties to my nose, sniffing their sweet smell, and falling asleep with them in euphoria, came to a head in this very moment - I saw a glimpse of what may be held beneath them. And I realized, as my pants began tightening, that the feeling would manifest itself in the organ between my own legs. I felt charged, dizzy, ecstatic. And as Ms. Diaz shifted positions, widening her legs and exposing bulging labia either side of the lace wedged within, my hand found its way down to that very organ. I only had to touch the jutting fabric of my pants before I was crippled by a relentless sensation of dopamine rushing through my brain.

As the bell rang, I asked to be excused to dispose of the kitchen towels. I hurried along the corridors to the boy's restroom and locked myself in a cubicle before pulling down my underwear. It was drenched in thick white matter. Like thin yoghurt. And it was warm.

I realised in that moment, that this was the 'cum' that I had heard my grandfather refer to for the last couple of years when he had thought nobody was home and my grandmother had been at her knitting circle; chiming through the thin walls of our house, warning my mother about what he was going to do on her face.

4.

Trinity faces the television, watching as my grandfather's cock plunges in and out of my mother's tight hole, scattering her juices on their skin. His finger squirms around in her tight, slightly sagging ass as his other hands slaps its red cheeks.

'Slowly, Baby Brother,' she moans gently as my own finger exits Trinity's hole. I watch it gape at me, and then slowly contract. The head of my average cock slips out of her inflamed cunt and rests on her wet brown rosebud. Her entire body in front of me, its perfection ruined by sweat and cum, sways with the last bit of energy within.

'Not long, Trin.'

A few strokes would be all it took after hours of boiling semen in my testicles.

I inch my cock into her tight ass, the muscles of the hole resisting. Trinity's short and quick breath builds as I violate her bit by bit. She pushes out, loosening her sphincter as much as possible, but the bubbling in my balls indicates I don't have much time. Her rectum clenches against my shaft as I start ramming into her violently.

Her screams are eclipsed by those of my mothers. With no rhythm, no pace, I slam down into her with great force, her hands against my thighs, trying to ease me away. The thick meat in her ass is too much for her to bear, but I pin her into position. Quickly, rapidly I pummel as far as I can into her filthy brown hole, my entire cock disappearing inside her.

I can no longer hold it - my balls clench and my cock swells, and I stiffen atop her. Both hands release her arms, and I palm frantically around to grasp each of her tits, knowing that my nails are digging into her flesh. Her screams are inaudible to me; my own, magnified moan is the only thing I hear as hot spurts of cum jet into her bowel, filling her to the point of leakage. I bite down on her shoulder as faintness engulfs me, slowly causing me to collapse.

I weakly glance at the television; my grandfather is about to empty his loads into my mother's throat.

I yank my cock, still hard from the clenching of Trinity's rectum, out of her ass. The trapped wind inside her expels my own cum onto my thighs whilst the rest pours out in a thick stream. She yelps in genuine pain as I pull her face to me and bury my cock deep in her throat, slapping her and asking her in time with my grandfather:

'Who's your fucking daddy?'

She looks at me, worried, but hopeful. Her face is a mess of sweat, make-up and thick white cum; her hair is in chaos. She releases my cock and continues to clean it. Her tongue then finds the cum on my thighs and she licks it up before falling back onto the bed.

Completely spent, I nestle up beside her and we cuddle.

'Happy birthday, Trinity.'

***

The summer I graduated high school, everything changed. Trinity, now twenty four and no prospects, had gotten a job working at the Pizza Den with Isis. She was seeing another jock douche called Josh, six four with half a brain cell. He was a marijuana dealer, and the local producer of fake identification for all of the idiots that liked to head into the city to drink. I would often hear him fucking my sister hurriedly in the garage late at night after Trinity's shifts and, with Isis firmly knocked out on sleeping pills, I would occasionally sneak out to spy on them through the window connecting the garage to the house.

It was always the same drill - Trinity bent over the hood of Josh's car, shirt riding up with one of his big hands tugging at the perfectly rounded tits spilling out, whilst the other yanked on her ponytail; Trinity's skirt was always wrapped around her stomach, her legs spread with skimpy lace panties curled halfway down as Josh drove his enviously thick cock in and out of her. Trinity would often cover her mouth to stifle the moans caused by the deep pounding she was receiving from behind. What I found amazing was that she always knew when he was about to squirt his load, because she would grip his cock from behind, squeeze the base and swivel on the spot to catch every last drop onto her soft cheeks and flickering tongue.

I knew Josh only ever picked her up to fuck her, and even on nights when I didn't spy, I was sure the garage drill was proceeding as normal and that he probably had a joint with her afterwards. Or perhaps it was her using him? Either way, she obviously loved sex, and had someone to do it with. Hell, she would always have someone to do it with.

In the years since I had discovered the orgasm, my life had become shaped by sex. As the outsider at my school, it was impossible to get a girlfriend. And I would have happily settled for anyone that I could shove my dick into. Even a fat girl. But being an outsider in a backward American town means I might as well have been a leper - nobody would come near me, especially girls. So I drifted through high school friendless, quiet, and in the shadows.

Whilst any normal, rational person would have stopped my grandfather's intense defiling of my mother, I saw it as an opportunity to experience euphoria. And to learn.

It was always essential to sneak into the house as quietly as possible. The groans and screams echoing against the walls found my ears the minute I walked through the door; they were remarkably arousing, even if they were coming from my own mother's mouth. I would sneak up the stairs and peer through the door they had left ajar, presumably to listen out for arrivals. Whilst this was a practice I had mastered, I knew that I would someday get caught - and I had a plan to eternalize one of these voyeuristic sessions.

The day before my life changed forever, I decided to film one particularly filthy display of animalism between my mother and my grandfather, using the video camera that Isis had bought me as a graduation present.

'Fuck me, fuck me, fucking FUCK ME!' my mother screamed as my grandfather's cock jutted in and out of her dripping snatch. My mother's juices were thick and plenty, easily lubricating my grandpa's finger as he buried it deep in her asshole. My mother's eyes floated backward into their sockets.

My free hand tugged at the foreskin of my cock, intermittently stroking and gripping my balls in order to delay ejaculation.

Grandpa, fully dressed in his priest's clothing, thrust aggressively into my mother's swollen cunt for hours - they always timed it perfectly, so that he was at church before grandma got home. By the end, her vocal chords were always on the verge of snapping, her heavy tits swaying violently with the force of his pounding. He removed the finger from her ass and spanked her visible cheek hard enough to echo, constantly until it looked sore. Any worries that I had of it causing her pain were alleviated by her screaming for him to hit her harder.

Without warning, he yanked his wrinkled cock from my mother's glistening hole and effortlessly pulled her face to it. Her mouth gaped open and accepted it immediately and her lips sat pursed around the bulging member, her eyes closed, her mind on another planet. As I momentarily wondered whether my father had ever fucked my mother like this, one of my grandpa's hands bunched her ruffled hair whilst the other slapped the cheeks around the cock that was pulsating deep inside her throat.

'Who's your daddy?' he slapped. 'Who's your fucking daddy?'

Before my mother could even think of an answer, she began to splutter; grandpa glued her face to his mound, cum spilling onto her chin and sweating tits. The camera was shaking; my own cum had sprayed into my hand and onto the floor, leaving me in a daze.

After watching my mother thud to the floor, covered in sweat, cum dripping from her mouth, I somehow picked myself up and stumbled to my room, falling onto the bed and slipping down the mental slope of euphoria into depression at what I had witnessed yet again.

Outside, grandpa's car came to life after a few moments, as I contemplated how to use the material I now had to my advantage - aside from my own pleasure. I didn't realize I had slipped into a nap until I opened my eyes to discovering oncoming dusk.

'Tomorrow,' I heard Isis say outside the door. I was still groggy, but alert. 'You'll have to do it - I can't face him.'

'We all love you so much,' Trinity whispered.

Following what I presumed was a hug Isis entered the room in her Pizza Den uniform. She had not realized I was awake, and began to tip-toe from place to place, dropping her things beside her bed, and moving toward the bathroom. Out of a half-closed eye, I was disappointed to see that she was not getting undressed in the bedroom. But as I began to hear clothes falling onto the bathroom floor, my heart leapt at the prospect of her showering with the door wide open.

As the shower began to flow, I snuck over to the doorway and peeked in.

Through an opening in the shower curtain, I watched as warm water began cascading down my big sister's back, the light reflecting gloriously off her olive skin. She squeezed soap onto a sponge and invisibly massaged every inch of her body. I felt a twitch in my shorts as they began to protrude. Even though she was only twenty seven, I saw Isis as much older. And it caused me pleasant surprise to see that her beautifully firm buttocks were flawless, young, and as always, inviting. As she bent over to soap between her cracks I tried to glimpse her holes but the shower curtain restricted my view.

I had dreamed of this moment, of seeing my beautiful big sister in all her naked beauty, since I was a child; since that day she pressed my face into her bosom; since that day she pissed on my hands; everyday as far back as I can remember. And as she finished exfoliating her legs and turned round, my heart pounded with something as strong as the muscle in my cock, straining against the fabric: love, true love.

Isis's body was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on, and if I had had the mental capacity to move, I would have grabbed my camcorder to film this and treasure it forever. But I didn't want to miss a thing.

Her eyes were closed, and the water bounced from the beautiful swell of her tits as she stood exfoliating each one separately, lifting in order to wash under each mound. Soap suds formed in the valley between her breasts as she continued to sponge downward across her taut stomach, along her shapely thighs. Her legs were cleanly shaved, smooth and entrancing.