Saga of Littown Ch. 08

"You wanted to see me?" Emily said as she entered the lair of the beast.

Ms. January was busy with some paperwork and didn't look up immediately. "Yes, thank you for arriving so promptly, Emily." She gestured across the desk. "Please, have a seat."

The door slammed shut behind Emily. She whirled and freaked out for a second, but it was probably just Carol giving them some privacy. Or demon magic. There was a perfectly normal explanation, anyway.

"What's this about?" Emily asked as she sat down across from her principal.

Ms. January sighed, then carefully set her pen down. "You walk in here without any clothes on, doused in the ejaculate of... fifty-seven boys?"

"That sounds right."

"And you ask what this is about?"

"Dress-code violation?" Emily hazarded.

"Yes. Something of that nature." Ms. January stood and walked around the desk. Her stilettoed heels made no sound on the floor, but then it was hard to say if they actually touched the floor at any point. "You must know I can't allow such flagrant rule-breaking."

Emily shrugged. "My clothes got stolen. What was I supposed to do?"

"What indeed."

Ms. January glided silently around Emily's seat, hands clasped behind her back. She appeared lost in thought, but it was likely she already knew exactly what she was going to do with her wayward student.

Emily's pussy gushed as she thought back to when Jaime had been punished in the very office she now sat in. Ms. January was a striking and formidable older woman, and no doubt could have her student begging for mercy within minutes if she so chose.

Emily gasped as Ms. January's tongue flicked across one of her breasts and scooped up a taste of its cummy coating. She only got the briefest flash of the pink, snakelike, whip of a tongue before it was gone again. That small glance was enough to set off a cascade of further fantasizing. The things she could do with a tongue that long...

"A rather ordinary vintage," Ms. January said dismissively as she walked back around to her seat. "Hardly your usual, I take it."

"Yeah," said Emily a bit breathlessly. "We were trying something new. It was kinda fun."

"Quite. You stick mostly to your brother's semen, as I understand it."

Emily hesitated, since agreeing to the statement was tantamount to admitting to incest. Ms. January had already seen her take Jaime's cock and cum load up her butt, though, so there wasn't really much of a secret to protect in this instance.

"Mostly," Emily said. "Jai and I are in super secret incest sibling love. We incest-fuck basically all the time." She stuck her chin out. "You have a problem with that?"

Ms. January smiled in a way that would have made Jaime cringe in fear, but just made Emily even wetter. "Not at all. I find sibling romances to be rather... delicious."

"Literally, or figuratively?"

"Both."

Emily shivered and bit her lips for a second. "So are you punishing me or what?"

"I fear I must."

Emily tried not to beam too hard. "Oh no," she said unconvincingly. "Please don't handcuff me, tie me down, and spank me." She held her wrists out to be shackled. "Anything but that."

Ms. January rolled her eyes. "I'll schedule a few detention sessions for you."

"What?"

"Detention. Like what students get when they misbehave."

"But... but... that's not fair. You did all kinds of weird shit to Jai when you were punishing him."

"And then Lilith and I came to an agreement, if you'll recall. One where I don't do those sorts of things to you or your brother."

Emily folded her arms in annoyance. "Well fine then. Guess you can't give me detention either."

"Detention is a perfectly ordinary part of school life. Your sister wouldn't have a problem with it."

"You wanna bet?"

Ms. January gave Emily a slightly patronizing look. "Your sister simply doesn't want me doing fucked up demon things to you. I know her well enough to be sure of that."

"As if. She's my sister. I know her way better than you possibly could. Even if you do go to her strip club sometimes."

Emily was getting kind of worried by the way Ms. January was looking at her. The piercing eyes and lethally sharp smile didn't really scare her, but something about the knowledge hidden behind the outer facade creeped her out.

"Lilith is indeed your sister," said Ms. January. "But she is also my daughter."

"The fuck you say?"

"I said-"

"Bullshit. Mom's our mom and Aunt Krissy's our dad. We're pure incest babies. You're not related to us."

"Feel free to ask your loving sister, if you must. It's quite true, though." Ms. January leaned back over her paperwork. "Do make sure to attend detention after school, or I shall have to make a call to your parents."

Having been dismissed, more or less, Emily staggered out of the office on legs that didn't really want to work properly. First her world had been turned upside down when she learned she had a father, and now she had to find out her mother might not be her mother. Or Lilith might not be her sister. Or something.

Emily was too distraught to even feel any warm fuzzies from being naked and cum-freckled any longer. She woodenly made her way to the nearest bathroom and wiped herself down. She then purchased a disposable outfit from a vending machine and got herself clothed.

Emily waited outside Jaime's class until the bell. Her brother spotted her immediately, though he was confused when she was neither naked, nor even smiling.

"Em? Is something wrong?"

"Jai, it's... it's..."

Jaime took his sister aside and pushed her hair back from her face. There were signs of tears on her face. "Oh, Em. What did Ms. January do to you?"

Emily shook her head. "Nothing sexual or physical. No molestation or anything."

Jaime pulled Emily into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Em. I'm so, so sorry you had to go through that. Not even a light spanking, huh?"

"No. But it's not actually about that."

Jaime's eyes went wide. "Oh shit. Is it something actually serious?"

"I'm not really sure. Ms. January said something about, like, Lil might not be our sister, biologically. Or Mom's not our mom. Or... or something. I'm not really sure."

"Don't worry, Em." Jaime stroked her hair lovingly. "We'll talk to Lil. Get it all straightened out. Ms. January was probably just, like, messing with you, or whatever."

"Doesn't seem like the sort of thing she'd make up."

"I know. But I don't want you worrying about it until we can figure things out for real."

"How am I supposed to not worry?"

"Well... I've got an idea about that," said Jaime cagily. "It was going to be a surprise for after school, but I think you need it now."

Emily managed a hopeful smile. "Is it your penis going inside me?"

"Not quite." Jaime frowned as he looked around. "We need somewhere private, though."

"A bathroom?"

"More private than that. This is going to get kind of incesty. We can't take any chances of getting caught."

Emily forgot all about her troubles at the possibility of sexy incest sex with her brother. It was her favourite thing, after all.

"Come on," said Emily. "Let's go to the boys' locker room. It'll be empty."

"Are you sure? The girls' room never is. Seems risky."

"Nah. Locker rooms are primarily used as designated areas to perv on hot, athletic girls, right?"

"Sure."

"So the boys' room basically has no purpose. There aren't any girls to perv on in it. Except maybe for when there's a visiting girls team using it, I guess."

"Well, I see no flaw in that logic," Jaime said. "Let's give it a shot."

The siblings snuck down to the locker rooms while everyone else was getting to their next class. Sure enough, the boys' room was deserted, and looked as though it hadn't been used in weeks.

"This is perfect," Emily said with barely contained excitement. "Now what's my surprise?"

Jaime smiled and held something behind his back where Emily couldn't see. "You know how you lost your strapon yesterday?"

"Yeah. That was the worst. I mean, other than you getting kidnapped and mind-raped. I guess."

"Right. Well..." Jaime put his hand out, revealing Emily's missing sex toy. "I might have found-"

"Eeeee!" Emily squealed in pure delight and launched herself at Jaime. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him fiercely. "Best brother ever!"

"I knew you'd like it."

"Where'd you find it?"

"In the lost and found sex toy box."

Emily smacked her forehead. "Shit. Of course. I never even thought to check there."

"And don't worry, it's already been sterilized. Just in case."

A slow, wide grin encompassed Emily's face. "You know what we have to do now, right?"

Jaime sighed. "Use me like a fuck doll I assume?"

"Thaaat's right!"

"Figured. That's what the privacy was for."

"Such foresight." Emily gave her brother another deep kiss. "You're so thoughtful."

"I try."

Emily's clothes tore off easily, being disposable vending-machine material and all. Jaime's were more resilient, but Emily was determined, and they soon lay in scraps on the floor along with hers. She then strapped herself into her dildo-cock with excited, trembling hands.

"You know, we probably shouldn't have torn up all our clothes. I mean-" Jaime was interrupted as he was pushed to his knees and his mouth was filled with dildo.

"Sorry, what?" asked Emily.

"Hmmgggnnn hhhrrrggghhh hhhggg hhnnnnggg."

"Oh, yeah. Good point." Emily shrugged. "Too late now."

Emily felt much better with her strapon buried in her brother's throat where it belonged. Jaime was so adorable when he was choking and drooling on her cock. She vented all her worries and anxiety into mercilessly fucking his face. It was a truly amazing stress reliever.

"That's my sexy little brother-slut," Emily cooed. "Look at you take that cock. Your throat's all bulged out. Good thing you're so stretchy."

The sounds of a deep, sloppy blowjob filled the empty room. Emily pounded the shit out of Jaime's mouth until tears streamed down his cheeks and saliva dripped from his chin. She waited until the very second before he would have passed out, then pulled her dildo free with a loud pop.

Emily patted Jaime's hair as he breathed rapidly and refilled his body with oxygen. His face was such a sexy, adorable mess. As if she needed any more incentive to use him like a fuck toy.

"Mmm, that was nice," said Emily. "But you know what would be even nicer?"

Jaime nodded. "I assume... that you... want to pound... my butt now," he panted.

"How did you know?"

"Lucky... guess."

Emily kissed her bother on his sloppy mouth, then cheerfully wandered off in search of towels. By the time she'd laid some out on the floor, Jaime had mostly recovered.

"This will be a little more comfy for you, I think," Emily said.

She laid Jaime out on his makeshift towel-bed, then pinned his legs up on her shoulders. With careful aim, she slammed her strapon deep into his tight butthole. Jaime moaned at the painful sensuality of being so swiftly impaled by his sister.

"I love you so much, Jai," Emily said. She leaned down and kissed him deeply while fully buried inside him. "I just want to pound you until neither of us can walk."

Jaime smiled at being able to make his sister so happy. He'd been kind of worried about her mood, but she had certainly recovered nicely and seemed her regular self again. Her desire for sexual gratification at the expense of their bodies was more reassuring than she knew.

"Well, I am your butt slut, after all," Jaime said. "That's what I'm here for."

Emily bit her lip and started rocking her hips. "Say that again."

"I'm your butt slut, Em. My purpose in life is to take you up my ass whenever you want me to."

Emily shivered in sexual excitement. "My little brother butt slut," she cooed happily.

Her rocking hips gained power and momentum with every stroke. She watched with delight as Jaime's tummy poked out a bit every time she thrust her way home. His ass was her plaything, and she wanted to play rough.

Jaime took his incestuous anal violation like a pro. Emily slammed into him over and over, making his butt submit to her in totality. He almost blacked out a few times due to anal overload, but managed to stay conscious right until the end.

Emily came several times from the sheer joy of the fuck. She was in a blissful, butt-pounding heaven. She was still aware enough to notice the signs of Jaime's impending orgasm, however. She would have had to be blind to miss the warning signs of her favourite thing about to happen. Perhaps not even then.

"Are you gonna cum from getting ass fucked by your sister?" Emily asked Jaime, already knowing that he was.

"Uh huh. Any second now."

"That's my good little butt slut."

Emily pulled out of her brother's ass and let his legs fall. She quickly removed her butt plug and jumped on his cock, taking him balls deep in her tight, sisterly butthole. She wasn't a moment too soon.

The gravitational distortion of such a massive cum load exploding in her ass made Emily a bit queasy for a moment. It soon passed and was replaced by the familiar joy of having her insides bruised from the intense volume of cum being pumped into her every second.

"Oh yeah, Jai. Fill your sister's ass up with cum! Mmmmm."

Emily's intestines were fully packed with the hot, white goop that she craved so much. Her tummy began to bulge from the excess. A few particularly hard shots squirted out her nose before the torrent ebbed.

"Aw, shit," Emily said, swiping at her face. "It really stings when it gets in my nostrils."

"I'm sorry," said Jaime. "I tried to only get your insides."

"That's ok." Emily kissed her brother tenderly. "I kinda like being so full of your cum that it squirts out of me. That's how I know you really love me."

Jaime grinned. "Want me to show you how much I love you again?"

Emily bit her lip and fought back a wave of horniness. "I really do, but I have to get to detention. If I miss it, Ms. January's going to..." Emily shuddered in horror. "She's going to discipline me in non-sexual ways."

"Oh, shit. You better show up, then."

"Yeah. I don't like it, but I'll just have to make the best of it."

Emily levered herself off her brother's cock, and quickly jammed her butt plug back in to hold his load inside her. At least she had a crazy excessive amount of brother-cum to keep her company during the long trial ahead.

"You know," said Jaime, "if those girls from earlier were right about cum-pregnant tummies being hot right now, you could easily be the hottest, most fashionable girl in school."

Emily patted her rounded belly. "You think? I mean, I'm already the hottest girl. Got the trophy to prove it and everything. But I've never really been that fashionable."

Jaime nodded. "Definitely. Start coming to school with your tummy all swollen like that and a nice coat of cum on your shirt. It could happen."

"Maybe you're just biased because I'm your sister fuck-slut."

"Hey, just because you're my sister and you let me stick my cock in you whenever I want doesn't mean I'd exaggerate how good you look." Jaime paused. "Actually it totally does mean that. But I'm not exaggerating, is the point."

Emily smiled and made sure to give Jaime lots of good angles of her naked body as she bent over picking through the remains of their clothes. Her tummy sloshed as the creamy filling inside her was jiggled around.

"I'm going to take the bukkake money, ok? I need to get a new outfit from one of the vending machines."

"Sure. You earned it."

"If you call a lovely cum-shower 'earning it,' then I suppose I did."

After wrapping a towel around her amazing teenage body, Emily left the room. Jaime remained sprawled out on his bed of towels. He didn't have detention to get to, and his body ached from the abuse his sister had put his holes through.

"It sure will be nice to lie here by myself for a while to rest," Jaime said aloud, practically daring the universe to pull some tricksy shenanigans. "There is basically no chance anyone will walk in and find me naked and erect, and thereby suspect me of being a total perv."

As Jaime finished narrating to himself, the locker room door opened. A whole group of eighteen year old girls walked in on him while he was still naked and erect. They immediately suspected him to be a total perv.

"What the fuck?" said the girl at the front of the group. "There's a total perv just waiting here for us."

"Um, actually-" Jaime said.

"He didn't even try to hide or anything," said another girl. "Usually pervy boys at least try not to be seen. This one must be really pervy."

"This is the boys' locker room," Jaime said desperately. "I'm actually allowed to be here."

"Oh fuck off," said the first girl. "Everyone knows boys don't need a locker room. Sexy shit only happens in the girls' room."

"Ok, but still," said Jaime, "even if boys don't use it, how would I ever expect any girls to be in here? As far as I know, only visiting sports teams come in here and... oh, you're a visiting sports team, aren't you?"

"That's right. We're the volleyball team from Above Eighteen School. Your bitter athletic rivals, as you should know." The lead girl crossed her arms. "I'm Caitlyn, the captain, and I intend to protect my girls from pervos like you."

"Caitlyn, huh? Any relation to the Katelyn who's our team captain?"

"She's my cousin," said Caitlyn. "Which is, of course, why our names are so similar. Not that that's relevant to you right now."

"Fair enough. I'll just be going, then, shall I?"

Jaime stood up. The movement drew a lot of attention to his hard cock, which now pointed directly toward the massed girls in front of him. They didn't seem particularly intent on letting him past, however.

"I don't think so," said Caitlyn. "You must know the standard procedure in these types of situations is to punish you sexually somehow."

"That's right," said one of the other girls. "There are all kinds of documentaries about it online."

Jaime wasn't really into the idea. All the girls of the rival volleyball team were super hot, of course, so he didn't mind sexing them up a little. The problem was the pounding his sister had given him. He just didn't have the energy or the fortitude to take them all on.

"I guess I can try," he said. "Should I just start fucking one of you at a time, or what?"

One of the girls clapped excitedly, but was shushed by her teammates.

"Don't think so, pervo," Caitlyn said. "There's no way you're fucking any of us. That would be a reward, not a punishment."

"Oh. Right," said Jaime. "So what are we doing then?"

"We could all get naked and jerk him off while saying kinda mean things," suggested one of the girls. "I like when we do that."

"Or that thing where we tie him up and then play with each other while he has to helplessly watch," said another.

"Excellent ideas," said Caitlyn, "but I have something special in mind."

"I liked the one where I get jerked off by naked girls, if that helps at all" Jaime said. "I think I would really learn my lesson."

The volleyball girls ignored Jaime. He felt kind of awkward standing there naked while they huddled and whispered plans. He thought about trying to sneak off while they were talking, but that seemed a bit rude.

"Alright, it's decided," said Caitlyn. "We dress the boy up as a girl. Let's get moving, we still have a game to play."

"Erm... what now?" Jaime asked.

He continued to be ignored. Several girls ganged up on him to hold him still. Their efforts were somewhat wasted when he failed to struggle as expected. Despite the disappointing lack of protestations, Jaime was forced into a sleek pair of panties and a padded bra that made up for his total lack of tits. A skirt and halter top followed, then some socks and girly shoes.