The Unholy Whale Ch. 06

"I... I love you, brother. I love you so fucking much! I understand now... I finally understand..." She moaned while she was grinding her pussy against me. Tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks.

"I love you too, Jenny." I replied and brought out her card from the Soul Deck and summoned her. I needed to try this!

For a brief moment, it was as if a mirror had been shattered, reflections of the girl I was fucking splintered into a million pieces. Then, reality adapted to the change I had forced and I was suddenly knocked back from my sitting position to my back landing hard on the bed! The "real" Jenny's sudden appearance and the rapid expansion of her previously modest bust to enormous balloons had left me no space to remain sitting upright. Being knocked backwards by an expanding wall of soft boobs was quite the experience.

"Ahn~ Onii-chan? Na-nani?" the girl moaned—she had materialized with my hard penis already inside of her. She wore the same joke of a schoolgirl uniform as usual, her miniature panties pushed aside to facilitate my entry, just like the other Jenny's thong had been. Her breasts were shaking back and forth from their impact with me, gravity-defying and spraying her body with slick oil-like milk as always.

"God, you are so fucking sexy, Jenny," I grunted, grabbing my titty monster's slim waist. "Your brother needs his little cocksleeve." Grabbing her by her waist, I began almost jerking myself off by lifting and moving my little sister's small body up and down my shaft while I remained on the bed. The motion set the still confused but extremely horny girl's expanded breasts bouncing up and down, spraying even more milk as they were wont to do.

"O-onii-chan! Yes! Kimochii! Fuck me this hard~! Treat Jenny like your warm little sister onahole!" The girl begged me, doing her best to aid me in my rhythm, feeling the full pleasure of being repeatedly impaled by the man that was her whole reason for being.

Eventually, I got up from the bed, grabbing Jenny by her ass, pressing myself against her voluminous boobies as I screwed her hard against the wall opposite of the bed. She was in heaven, wrapping her legs around me, screaming and begging me for more after every thrust. When I felt I was getting close to releasing inside of the idealized anime whore of a little sister I had created, I brought out the card and unsummoned her.

Now I held the other Jenny against the wall, her twintails in a disarray, her smaller, naked chest pressed up against me as she had wrapped her legs around me. Her skirt, whorish cosplay stockings and thong were all a mess. She was not covered by any milk, though.

"God, yes! I need it! Come inside your little sister's slut cunt!" She whispered as she bit my ear, Jenny's voice breaking from ecstasy. Hearing her beg for it made me finally give in; I came inside of her. Jenny's body tensed and shook in response. Her legs cramped against me as she moaned my name and called me her big brother time after time.

Finally, Jenny's body settled, and collapsed against me. She began crying yet again as she held on tight, resting her small body against mine. I carried her to the bed and while she still held on to me, as if worried I would disappear, we drifted to sleep together.

***

When I woke up, Jenny still laid next to me, simply looking at me with her almond-shaped eyes wide open. She met my eyes and gave a wide grin.

"Good morning." She smiled at me.

"Hi Jenny. Shit, what time is it?"

"Shhh... it's still early. We missed our dinner reservation, but ummm... if you ask me, it was totally worth it." She winked playfully at me as she stroked her hand across my chest, her nails scratching me teasingly.

"Yeah, that was pretty crazy." I began patting her head.

"Yeah, I figure... family reunions will be both weirder and more fun from now on, then?" She purred as my hand brushed across her dark hair.

"Sure will. Hey, tell me, did you feel good or what when I grabbed you by the waist and pinned you against the wall earlier?"

"Hell yes, you made me feel so goddamn good!" She pushed her head into my palm like a cat getting pet, as if she could never get enough headpats. She couldn't. "To be honest, I felt so great that I can barely recall whatever you did to me. I never suspected my 'dorky' older brother would be such a freaking sex guru!"

I brought forth her card and summoned the real Jenny.

Except for the hairstyle, clothes and the severe amounts of added mass onto her chest, she looked identical, hugging me in the same way. Looking at me with the same loving eyes. I felt as though the two versions of Jenny were almost in sync.

"Good morning, my cute little imouto." I smiled at her, combing my fingers through her hair.

"Ohayo, Onii-chan!" She laughed a bubbly laugh. "You finally called me your imouto! Yatta!"

"Yeah, yeah, you colossal weeb. Tell me what you remember from yesterday."

"Eto-, you mean after you let me share your shower? I remember Onii-chan using my body, first on this bed, then against the wall. Jenny felt... really kimochii." As she said the last part her delicate fingers began to trail across my lower body towards my stirring dick. Before she got a chance to grab it, I swiftly unsummoned her.

The other Jenny continued moving her hand down and grabbed my once again hard cock. "Hey, it seems as though a not-so-little someone is in the mood for a second round?" She grinned mischievously at me as she lightly bit into my chest.

"Who could resist you, right? But before anything else, tell me—do you actually remember how you reached down to grab it?"

"Huh? What's with the weird question, man? With my arm, hands and fingers, of course." She replied, her fingers gently tickling my dick. Such a snarky non-answer! God, I wanted to put this girl in her place! But more than anything, I needed to figure out how this all worked!

"Yeah, that's what would be expected, right? But do you actually remember reaching for it?" I pressed her for an answer, staring straight at her.

"Umm... N-no? Maybe? I like... don't know?" Jenny appeared to be very confused by her own answer.

We laid atop the bed in silence for a while. Her fingers were gently tugging at my manhood, in what felt more like a display of deep affection than begging me for a second go. Laying there, next to my sister, I tried to make sense of it all.

Because I seemed to exists outside of the alternate realities shenanigans created by the Soul Deck, I could remember all of the timelines I had experienced so far, but also the "true timeline" from my perspective in which I swapped between them. Jenny's Simulacrum only existed in its timeline but because I had just interacted with (well, fucked) both the fake and real Jenny in the same physical space, they were forced to mimic each others movement, because otherwise it wouldn't make sense from my perspective. That's why I could be inside either Jenny's pussy at the same time. That had to be what had just happened, right? But what about now? Their movements seemed almost in sync...

"H-hey, bro. I need to ask something that's been on my mind since I first saw you today..." Jenny suddenly said while her gentle hand still teased my private parts. "Umm... it's kind of embarrassing... Promise you won't laugh!" She hesitated, as she paused her hand's movement. She was clearly getting very flustered by what she was about to say. "D-do you... mind if I... ummm... call you my onii-chan? When we're... on the bed?" She finally got out, ending it all with what sounded an embarrassed squeak while her face turned red like a strawberry from shame.

"What the hell, Jenny?!" I got out, my mind was spinning. I thought the idea was that the girl in the card and the Simulacrum would be different? But the small-busted Jenny lying next to me was essentially behaving more and more like my dumb weeb fantasy version of her. What the hell was going on?

"Calm down, bro! I'm just messing with you..!" She did a terrible job of trying to pass off what she had just said as a joke. She looked absolutely heartbroken but she still forced out a strained laughter. She then laid her head to rest against my chest. "I'd love to just lay here forever, just listening to your heartbeat... Why the fuck do I feel like this? A week ago, I didn't even know it was possible to have feelings like this for someone else."

"I think you're just finally being honest with your real feelings, Jenny." I told her, and she nodded, seeming to take my reply to heart.

We both remained quiet for a while in the luxurious hotel room. Until I finally spoke.

"I'm sorry, sis. I didn't mean to be so rude to you, your question just surprised me, that's all. Naturally I'd be happy to be your... umm... onii-chan, was it?"

When Jenny heard this, she looked up to me, exalted with happiness. She hugged me so tightly that I could barely breathe and then declared in a whisper straight to my ear.

"I love you, Onii-chan." Both her voice and tone sounded exactly the same as what I had grown used to hearing. And that's when I lost control of the Soul Deck for the first time since I had acquired it.

The card in which my sister's soul was trapped suddenly appeared in my hand and began to float out of it. The card hovered in mid-air above the bed while golden cursive writing began to dance across it. Confused, I looked from the card down to my sister resting contently with her head leaning against my chest. She still seemed giddy from what she had said. To me it looked as if Jenny shifted rapidly between the two different versions of herself. Her hair in one moment a mess of twintails, in one moment free and wavy, her body either skinny and lithe or impossibly well-endowed. Jenny, however, seemed absolutely oblivious to what was happening to her.

I looked back up to the floating card above us to see shining golden text across it spell out.

Soul Vessel Successfully Subjugated

A light gasp came from Jenny as her rapid shifting between her two personas came to a halt. Massive amounts of boobs pressed against me as she settled into the superior form I had given her. Additional information began to appear on the card hovering above her. The illustration of a stylized version of my little sister exposing her breasts with a shocked expression changed. The card now displayed the same Jenny, still wearing her mockery of a seifuku, but she was now drawn as if she was hurrying to school in a Japanese neighborhood, running while holding a toast in her mouth. Next, the text on the card partially changed and updated.

"Loving, Energetic and Blood related Little Sister, Jenny Sakamoto" SUPER RARE

·Complete soul

·Loves and adores her older brother. Always wants to please him.

·Athletic and energetic

·Great cook

·Loves cosplay, anime and manga.

·This imouto loves when her onii-chan pats her head and praises her.

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The card floated back to my hand while I tried to grasp what was going on. I decided to do nothing with the blank slots for now and saw how the card shone one more time, writing in gold spelling out a familiar but now slightly different text.

It shall be engraved upon her very soul. Soul Capture Clear! Complete Soul Claimed!

The card settled in my hand and I swiftly willed it to disappear in the same manner that I had usually done. As I did so, my mind was suddenly flooded with new, previously foreign memories.

For as long as I could remember, my biological younger sister, the Japanese girl Jenny Sakamoto, had absolutely adored me. My earliest memories were of her refusing to play with other kids despite our parents' nagging, content to instead just follow her "onii-chan" around wherever I went. I distinctly remembered how my dad had told me that whenever Jenny had begun to cry as a baby, they simply let me as a little kid hold her and she would instantly calm down. According to my parents, "onii-chan" had been the first word she had ever uttered. I never were sure whether they were joking or not when they told me this.

Naturally, a childhood growing up with Jenny as my constant shadow had been quite weird. When we were both still kids, she had never stopped wanting to play together. She would always try to crawl into my bed to hug me for comfort whenever she had a bad dream. From a very early age she had taken an interest in learning how to cook, since she wanted to be able to prepare food for me. A particularly vivid memory of mine was of how my Japanese little sister had angrily stomped out of the kitchen after pestering our mom about how she wanted to prepare a bento box for me. Mom, a typical American woman, had no idea what a "bento" was, and had told Jenny as much.

As we grew older together, Jenny's feelings for me evolved accordingly. Her bust had begun to grow early and for a while it seemed as though it would never stop. In high school, her breasts had grown to absolutely gigantic proportions, forcing her to wear mostly custom-order clothes to accommodate for her size. She did not mind one bit though, as she could see what effects her pervy body and lactating breasts had on my horny teenage self. Besides, at home she would gladly strip out of the clothes that restrained her bouncy boobies to offer me a better view. In this new reality I had, naturally, lost my virginity much earlier than before. Heck, there had been weekends when our parents were out of town when teenage me and Jenny had barley done anything else except to fuck like rabbits—my sister always eager to let me do whatever I desired to her.

Jenny's oversized and bouncy assets did not stop her from excelling at sports, though. She had been the star athlete of our school, and had good grades to boot. Naturally, whenever she played, the audience would double in size, all the extra attendees guys hungry for a show. She was forced by the rest of her team and the coach to wear custom-made sport bras that worked their hardest to keep her bodacious bouncing boobies in place, but nothing they did seemed to be able to contain her fully. Among a school of horny teenagers, Jenny had been considered the absolute peak of a woman and most guy's ideal girlfriend. No matter what though, my little sister only had eyes for me. I had even gotten beat up by jealous classmates over it a few times...

When I had turned 18, I had acquired a magical card in which Jenny's body and soul would reside from now on. Jenny had been overjoyed upon the realization that she would never be far away from me, always just a moment from being able to satisfy me. Our parents knew, but aside from them we had kept the fact that I had a magic card that allowed me to summon my sex toy of a little sister an absolute secret. My college life had therefore remained mostly unchanged, though I never really bothered to chase after girls that much. I already had the perfect girl at my beck and call, after all. After a drunken night filled with failed gacha rolls, I had received the rest of the Soul Deck, which I had used for the first time by accident on my bitch of a little sister which had led to me finally ending up in bed with her like this.

I groaned, exasperated. "None of my new memories made much sense! First of all, how could my now suddenly biological little sister be Japanese when neither I, nor our parents were? Secondly, her body was literally an impossible wet dream that shouldn't be even remotely possible without extensive plastic surgery, and even then it wouldn't look half as good. And what the fuck was with the part of me keeping her inside a card several years before I had even heard of Ex Calibre or a magical Soul Deck? Fuck! Wasn't the entire thing an impossible fucking time loop considering the first woman I still remembered that I had used a card on was Jenny from my original past?" I rubbed my forehead and sighed in frustration while I tried to make sense of it all. I guess just accepting whatever new and impossible scenario the goddamn magic cards threw at me was my new normal.

"Are you daijoubu, Onii-chan?" Jenny asked with a worried voice, in response to my riled huffing and puffing. She leaned her head against me and still seemed totally oblivious to the recent light show above the bed. Her hand still playfully caressed my dick. I needed more of her...

"I'm fine, thanks Jenny." I replied. After a short hesitation, I continued. "You're Japanese right? As far as I remember you're even a Japanese citizen now?"

"Hai~!"

"So uhhh... could you speak some Japanese. Say something really dirty to me."

On my command, what to me sounded like a native speaker's Japanese flowed out of my previously Korean little sister's mouth. As per my request, she spoke in her absolutely most sultry voice. I could understand a few words here and there, but the context of what she was suggesting was clear just from how she said it.

"Damn you sound sexy!" I told her as, my fingers digging into her tight back and buttcheek as a reward. "So, I know that you can speak perfect English too. Hell, you had better grades than me! So... why the crummy weeaboo speech all the time?"

"It's because Onii-chan finds it both moe and ero to see his Nipponese kawaii imouto speak like a wapanese baka whenever she opens her dumb and silly mouth, desu ne?" She winked at me, putting her free hand next to her face as if to imitate a cat's paw scratching an imaginary cat ear. Her hand on my cock grasped me harder; she was hungry for more.

"Fuck yes, I do!" I thought. Jenny's seduction had made me tire of talking. I rolled over, pinning my little sister under me while she looked up at me with begging eyes, licking her lips. Her perky breasts so big they spilled over her torso, out on the bed sheet under her. I bullied her tits with my dick for a while, while she kept moaning for me to jam myself harder and harder into them. Finally, when I had enough, I entered her absolutely soaked pussy. As I had done countless times before in the current reality we existed in. Neither of us wanted for anything else in that moment.

***

Jenny was still sleeping next to me, clinging to me tightly, mumbling something in a sleepy Japanese as I untangled myself from her grasp. With a resigned sigh I came to the conclusion that we had made a total mess of the luxury suite's bedroom. Some poor janitor would have to scrub milk stains off the walls for hours, I guessed. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to do it without extra compensation. Imagine a janitor working for free... Well, if I was getting billed for extra cleaning it was totally worth it, considering the sex I had just had in this room.

I remained for a while by the side of the bed, just admiring my sleeping little sister's face. She was so freaking adorable. I admired the pitched tent around her torso that her expanded breasts made out of the blanket. And sexy. This was the only version of Jenny now. The only version that had ever existed as far as anyone except for me was concerned. I had essentially fucked the last remnants of my annoying bitch of a little sister out of existence, and replaced her and everybody's memories of her with a twisted ideal of a porno little sister of my own making. Man, thinking of it like that was hot! The absurd new memories and my sister's card changing as it had did make me a bit worried though. Azrael had not informed me of anything like this happening.

I had always preferred to keep a low profile, to draw as little attention as possible. Thanks to my new incomprehensible past, I was almost a local celebrity among my high school classmates due to being that weird guy with an impossibly hot and obsessed little sister. Who was Japanese even though we were supposedly biological siblings, for some reason. Delving more into my new past just caused me further headache. "Was this some kind of trick Azrael had set up? She was a demon after all, I'd be foolish to trust that a gift from her came without some kind of drawback-" My sister stirred in the bed again, snapping me out of my thoughts. Well, this had happened. And I had to admit that I loved the changes to Jenny's and mine shared history. Me being in charge of her... I should cherish the moment, but resolved to investigate further when I got a chance.