Incestuous Possession Ch. 02

Wayne found the new mannerisms of his possessed sister hot - definitely. However, he couldn't help but be disturbed by a certain perpetual oddity of hers.

Inside that same basement, just a mere minute after their steamy fucking session, a grinning and naked Mikayla said to him,

"Oh, and, Wayne."

"Y-Yeah, Mikayla?"

"Feel free to call me Runrot from time to time."

Wayne's heart leaped. Mikayla seemed to notice, letting loose a diabolical giggle - so smug yet deeply sensual.

"You'll make me happy by doing it, yes, Wayne?"

"Um..."

Mikayla breathed out, looking dead-serious as she whispered,

"Yes..."

Upon glancing left to right, a confused Wayne loudly answered,

"No."

Mikayla couldn't help but laugh an all-too-disturbing, sultry laugh.

It was strange: the fact that Wayne's cock had never been harder; despite having just fucked his sister for hours.

Abruptly, her laughter stopped. Mikayla maintained a small smile.

"I just know you're raring to go again; but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while, big boy."

Wayne's eyes narrowed, his face appearing suspicious.

"Why... exactly?"

"I've things to prepare for our parents' return. It won't take me a month, but it'll be much more fun seeing you go that long without this..."

She trailed two fingers along her slit, parting it and revealing her wet, sticky cunt. Some of his semen dribbled out.

"addicting pussy."

Wayne breathed out, apprehensive and worked up.

"Y-You can't be fuckin' serious."

Mikayla moved forward and kissed him on the lips. Pulling out of the kiss, she dropped her voice to a whisper.

"Watch me."

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A day passed. Wayne definitely found it odd that his sister had seemingly "purchased" various occultic supplies first thing in the morning.

When he asked her how she could've possibly gotten them so fast and so early, she responded with a casual,

"I can fly now, Wayne. Don't you think there are other things that I'm capable of?"

He thought for a while.

"...Fair point."

She smiled, thereafter forbidding Wayne from entering the basement due to him having the means to cause unwarranted disruptions there.

No complaint was made on Wayne's part.

In the breaks Mikayla took from her preparations, she made sure to bring onto her brother relentless teasing.

In a skimpy dress with no underwear: A bend over, there. A slight shaking of the ass, here. A crude innuendo, while gazing right into her brother's eyes and watching as his cock harden... there.

Yearning followed. Tremendous yearning. In just that one day, Wayne made many requests to fuck his sister, even solely eat her out, or at the very least finger her. Mikayla shot him down each time with a coy smirk.

Then another day passed. And another - each day--for Wayne--more frustrating than the last.

Jerking off did little to satisfy Wayne - of course it did. No hand or sex toy could compare to the "addicting pussy" that was his slutty, supernatural sister's.

Then he had a thought.

'A month can't be so bad... right?'

Wrong.

Wayne's lust and blue balls elevated to a point--just three days later--that made him NEED to devise a plan. A plan to make his sister severely horny for him, the same as she made him - ideally more so.

However, that plan of Wayne's turned out to be an absolute failure. He'd attempted to seduce--if you could even call it that--his sister by behaving in ways that are... borderline cringe - more fit for professional porn actors or models to carry out.

He'd move about without his shirt, pour water on himself, talk all raspily, etc. Unbeknownst to him, his sister did--against her better judgment--find it all hot. However, she would not allow him to have his way so easily.

Therefore she'd kept her true feelings beneath a cheeky grin and would occasionally let out laughter along with a lighthearted,

"You're so silly!"

Due to an injury he received some years ago in football training, Wayne had acquired a certain motto that went: "Make sure to give up when it gets really hard".

And, although reluctantly, that Wayne did.

Somberly staring at the palm of his right hand, he thought,

'I guess I'll have to wait after all.'

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The day was finally here. First thing in the morning, Wayne was harder than he'd ever been. He jerked off at the sight and thought of his sister multiple times before she decided he'd had enough.

There was work to do. He was told certain things, and bestowed a specially-made suit that would help in carrying out the plan Mikayla had prepped for their parents.

Night arrived, and with it, their parents.

The front door slowly opened, and in they came.

They were dressed rather immaculately; the father wearing a crisp black suit fit for a top socialite, the mother in a luxurious cyan gown that did little to hide her more thick, salacious features.

Upon stepping inside--purposely moving with silence--they glanced about their home, making sure that everything was in order.

When it appeared so, the mother, Bonnie was the person to loudly announce her presence by yelling,

"Wayne, Mikayla, guess who's returned?!"

Above, hand-in-hand, the siblings came into view and began making their descent down the flight of stairs - smiles on their lips.

"Oh," their father, Hugh, voiced in surprise.

His shock was not merely because of their hand-holding, but mainly due to them being extravagantly attired, same as he and his wife. In fact, their clothes were identical to their parents' - solely different in color; Wayne's white, Mikayla's blood-red.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise!" Bonnie shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

"Come come. Allow us to have a closer look at you two."

Wearing a satisfied smile, Hugh said,

"That allowance was well-spent, I see."

As soon as their children made their way before them, the father stayed in place, nodding as his eyes twinkled with a certain admiration. His children had made him proud in making the necessary preparations--going the extra mile--to celebrate their return.

He simply had to tell them in a heartfelt way,

"Thank you."

In unison, they responded with,

"Our pleasure."

The mother giddily moved about--close around her children--appraising every nook and cranny of their features.

"Ah," Bonnie somewhat moaned, stopping right before her daughter and shielding her eyes.

"So bright. So brilliant."

Mikayla blushed and giggled.

Removing the hand from her face, she genuinely told her daughter,

"You were already gorgeous, as you take after me, but this? The dress, the hair, the way your makeup's applied - everything est tout simplement magnifique! Well done, Mikayla!"

"Thank you, Mom-"

Bonnie's eyes widened.

"I-I mean: Mother."

Bonnie never seemed happier.

"Good. You're learning. You're twenty years old, at that age where you should--even in the comfort of your home--conduct yourself as if you're of the highest class - which you are. Always keep that in mind, Mikayla."

Mikayla nodded, smirking.

"Because I'll be the one superseding you, leading the company in the future."

Her mother's eyes narrowed, and she let out a low and dignified laugh, hiding her mouth with her palm.

When her laughter came down, she looked really and truly impressed.

"How unusually arrogant of you. You're not inherently superior due to your age or experience - no one is. How you perform, as well as your actions, will unequivocally speak for itself. Therefore, solely if or when you perform finer than your brother, DiaGlade shall belong to you."

Mikayla glanced at her brother.

"Then I must say, Mother, that I truly am looking forward to outclassing Wayne in every category."

Wayne didn't find her words amusing, unlike his father. The man watched his daughter with a certain intensity. It seemed as if something inside him was bawling out to say: "You! You, Mikayla! You're everything and deserve-!"

When it looked like he was about to vocally voice his thoughts, Mikayla clenched her fists, reining in his supernatural admiration for her.

'Too artificial; not yet perfect,' she thought.

"You outclass your brother in arrogance, that's for certain. Speaking of."

Bonnie hastily sat her eyes on her son, causing him to appear nervous, though he quickly straightened his posture.

"Monsieur Wayne McKnight, I do adore what you've done with yourself. Don't be shy, Son. Strike a few poses."

Wayne chuckled.

"Respectfully, I refuse, Mother."

"Oh? Is that right?"

"It is - completely, Mother."

Both Bonnie and Hugh grinned.

Next, Mikayla gleefully parted her lips to announce,

"Be amazed, dear gorgeous parents of mine, for I've prepared something of a feast that I believe you'll come to enjoy."

At her words, intrigue followed.

The family took their seats at the dining table, anticipating--with grins--the various delicacies spread out before them.

"My," Hugh said,

"it seems you've outdone yourself, Mikayla."

Mikayla showed all her pearly whites and--for a split second--everyone saw her body heighten in an ominous red glow.

When she next giggled, it sounded distorted; twisted; overly loud and demonic.

"As... I tend to, no?"

An awkward silence fell over the room. Everyone looked deeply uncomfortable, yet at the same time immensely aroused.

Wayne was the one to nervously get out,

"Mi-Mikayla?"

She licked her lips, excitement elevating.

"All according to plan, Wayne."

Wayne shivered, then Mikayla's voice went raspy--in an odd way--while calmly telling Hugh,

"This here's a truly special dish that'll make even your soul bound. Delight in consuming everything, Daddy."

"I-What is this?" Her father found himself horrified, seeing as he unwillingly went to gobble away at the food - knife and fork gripped a tad too tight.

He ate; elegantly but also with a rapt eagerness.

Meanwhile, Bonnie seemed unable to concentrate, drowsy; eyes shutting every now and again.

"Wayne."

Mikayla's giddy voice took Wayne out of his astonishment.

"Y-Yeah, Mikayla?"

"Be a dear and take Mom to the basement, would you? She's getting a tad sleepy, and it'll make me glad if she sleeps tied up in 'that' chair."

"You want me to tie her up and have her sleep in a chair? Mikayla, c'mon, she's Mom. You can't be-"

Mikayla laughed, quickly simmering down to casually tell him with a grin,

"Listen to your fucking big sis, Wayne. I won't repeat myself."

Gulping, Wayne nodded to eagerly do as told, leaving the room with his now unconscious mother in his arms.

Setting her fiery eyes on her apparently gluttonous father, Mikayla told him,

"You can stop eating now, Daddy."

That Hugh did, shyly looking at his daughter after the act.

"Mikayla... really, what on Earth is going on?"

"Long story short, Daddy: Wayne and I did a ritual we saw on the internet, and I was lucky to have merged my soul with the ghost of the most phenomenal woman to have walked the Earth."

"That's..."

She giggled.

"But you don't actually care what's the cause of this new idiosyncrasy, do you? You only seem to care about that-"

She bit down on her lower lip, letting out a soft moan, watching as her father's face tightened.

"persistent erection of yours."

He blushed turning his head; eyes going all 'bout as he made his best attempt to look anywhere but his daughter's direction.

"Don't be like that, Daddy."

Hugh gasped, reeling back. The man was wildly shocked to see his daughter suddenly on her knees right in front of him.

"Calm down."

Mikayla's cheerful words had a profound effect on him, and so that he did.

He saw that all the while, her gaze never left the massive erection which showed itself through his pants.

"I can see why Wayne's as big as he is."

She looked up at him, eyes dazzling with glee.

"You want me to suck on it, Daddy?"

"Absolutely!"

Hugh evidently surprised himself with that plea. His daughter went right to work out, unzipping his pants and watching as his massive, throbbing BBC bounced free.

Mikayla gasped in delight, afterward chuckling while rubbing her face against it.

'So cute!' Was her father's thought.

Pressing her lips to the tip of his cock, Mikayla gazed up into his eyes, saying,

"I'm so glad you think I'm cute, Daddy."

Hugh's eyes bulged; doing so evene further as Mikayla completely took him in her mouth.

At a rapid pace, her head went down and up.

Lewd, sloppy sounds resounded - coupled with Hugh's stifled moans.

"~Oh... my God, Mikayla~."

Her attentive, exhilarated eyes never left his whilst she bobbed on his cock, taking both hands--one at the top, one down low--to enhance the experience.

She began jerking his cock while obscenely sucking him off like the whore she was. Within moments, Hugh groaned and grabbed her head with both hands; having her chin touch his balls while shooting load after load down her throat.

Hugh moaned and tensed, while Mikayla kept her lips around his still-erect cock for a while. When finally, she removed her father from her mouth, she swallowed every ounce of his semen.

"My daughter... Mikayla, that was... Wow."

Mikayla let out a cute little giggle, rising to her feet.

"You haven't seen anything yet, Daddy."

She turned her back to him, lifting her dress to reveal her bare ass; drenched pussy. Juices ran down her legs.

Mikayla then slowly lowered her ass while swaying her hips side to side.

"I can't wait to finally have your big black cock deep inside me, Daddy."

She brought her hips down hard, impaling herself on his dick to immediately bawl out - lustful glee overtaking her.

"Fuck, Daddy!"

She began bouncing up and down, gyrating her hips, making her father moan and groan.

"Your dick feels ~ngh~ so fucking good!"

"Ah-Mi-Mikayla! Your pussy's..."

He embraced from behind, holding her down to jackhammer her cunt.

"Your pussy's so tight!"

He gave her a thrust so wild and powerful it made her ferociously scream, squirt all over his huge tool.

"It's strangling my cock!!!"

With a final scream and groan on Hugh's part, his balls tightened, and he filled his daughter's womb with his hot and sticky seed.

"~Ah~," Mikayla moaned, eyes rolling back.

"You're making me... cum again, Daddy."

The increasing tightness of her snug cunt wrung out much more of Hugh's semen, causing him to grit his teeth--shake--in a mixture of pain and pleasure while emptying his balls.

After a while, when the two simmered down, Mikayla--still sitting on her daddy's cock--told him,

"Now the basement."

As soon as Mikayla uttered those words, for Hugh, everything went black.

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When Hugh's eyes slowly unfurled, he was dumbfounded to find himself in his illuminated basement, tied to a chair - sturdy lengths of rope surrounding his form.

He first looked upward, seeing that above, what kept the room alight was a single chandelier adorned with black candles. It harbored a strange ethereal red glow; one that made Hugh horny just by gazing at it.

"This is all so..."

Shaking his head, the man sent his gaze to his left. There sat his unconscious wife; in very much the same state as himself.

"Bonnie, w-!"

Then he finally caught sight of it.

A rudimentary, hecticly-drawn circle of what appeared to be dried blood, encompassed the couple. It was disturbing, yet simultaneously brought--for reasons that continue to elude Hugh--much more arousal.

Two claps resounded. Then a spotlight shone on Mikayla, who stood a little ways to Hugh's right - her slightly nervous brother at her side.

"W-Wayne? Mikayla?"

Mikayla's lips curled into a grin.

"Do it, Wayne."

"I-I don't know if I can-"

She giggled. Then she laughed; overtime becoming shockingly obnoxious. And suddenly there was no more laughter. Suddenly her grin lacked all emotion.

'Terrifying,' Wayne thought.

"If you won't do this for me, then I'm afraid I'll have to remove that seal on your arousal."

Face doused in panic, Wayne race-walked toward his father. Stopping before him, he steeled his resolve then slapped Hugh across the cheek.

Wayne gulped, watching as his father looked at him in disbelief. Rage speedily followed.

"You must have lost your-"

"There," Mikayla seriously spoke, clenching a fist. Afterward, the circle of dried blood around her brother and parents went ablaze, and a sophisticated formation of red grass took its place.

Wayne quickly backpedaled, leaving the circle.

'Voodoo?!' was Hugh's frightened thought.

"Not quite, Daddy."

When Mikayla then snapped her fingers, an odd whirring sound resounded.

Wayne had to look at his sister and ask,

"Where's that sound coming from? The hell'd you go and build?"

Her face went absolutely serious, and her voice took on that twisted demonic sound as she told him,

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, little boy."

"'L-Little boy'? You're only two years older than me."

Mikayla shook her head, donning a small smile whilst setting her eyes on her terrified and perplexed father.

"Not anymore, Wayne."

Mikayla focused on her father's eyes, and the whirring increased in volume. He began looking drowsy, dead in the eyes.

"Now, Daddy, you'll do all your precious little girl asks of you, ain't that right?"

"Correct... my daughter."

She chuckled.

"You're amazing, Daddy. I love you."

A smile pulled at his lips.

"I... love you too, beloved firstborn."

Wayne cringed.

"'Beloved firstborn'?" he asked.

"I'm not the only one who finds that sentence weird, right?"

"Eh, who cares," she voiced unemotionally, subsequently going right back to smiling.

"Now, Daddy, look above pretty please."

That Hugh did, seeing that where once dwelled a chandelier, now roomed a massive hypnotic watch, gleaming with the same light the chandelier did.

"Seriously, what do you do?" Wayne asked.

"Is this magic or some dark arts shit?"

Eyes not leaving her father, she told him,

"'Tis magic mixed with refined technology from back in the day. Technology which I'd been preparing; linked with myself and thereby activated by certain subtle gestures I perform."

Those words seemed to have went in one ear of Wayne's then out the other. He comprehended nothing. Not truly. He shrugged.

"Okay, okay. I see."

"You see nothing, unlike our father who sees within that magnific watch bountifulness."

When Mikayla whistled, her father perked up, but kept his eyes to the looming hypnotic watch.

"Daddy, repeat after me. Phī̀n̂xng h̄æ̀ng Crianstaal, c̄hạn xyū̀ thī̀ nī̀."

"Lūk h̄lān k̄hxng Crianstaal, c̄hạn xyū̀ thī̀ nī̀."

"The hell kinda demonic language is that?"

"It's not demonic, it's my, Runrot's first language: Thai."

"O-Oh..."

Parting her lips, Mikayla coolly said,

"Mā pheụ̄̀x c̄hạn. Teim tĕm khwām ẁāng pel̀ā k̄hxng c̄hạn d̂wy thuk s̄ìng - d̂wy khwām h̄wạng thī̀ ca nảphā pị s̄ū̀ yukh thī̀thæ̂ cring."

"Mā pheụ̄̀x c̄hạn. Teim tĕm khwām ẁāng pel̀ā k̄hxng c̄hạn d̂wy thuk s̄ìng - d̂wy khwām h̄wạng thī̀ ca nảphā pị s̄ū̀ yukh thī̀thæ̂ cring."

"Chụ̄̀nchm... Runrot."

"Chụ̄̀nchm... Runrot."

A mystifying white light cocooned Hugh's totality, and the machine's whirring diminished to complete silence.

When the white light vanished, Hugh's head snapped down and he looked at Mikayla with a grin, genuine glee in his eyes.

"My goddess... Runrot, it's you."

She smirked.

"It's me, but the name's Mikayla now."

She winked, and the rope about his form turned to ashes.

Hugh immediately went on one knee, gaze to the floor; clearly overflowing with glorious reverence.

"I waited in the void, for your return, for your rule, for what felt like eternity. Congratulations, Queen Mikayla."

Mikayla's eyes narrowed, and she grinned.

"Many thanks, Daddy. Now, I have no more use for you here."