Date: Sun, 03 Apr 2016 15:48:59 -0600
From: jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com
Subject: Freak of Nature - Part Four - Molly

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   Freak of Nature - Part Four – Molly

   By Jordan Bradders

   (c) Copyright 2016 Jordan Bradders.  The author reserves all rights.

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  This is part four of a multi-part story.  It will make more sense if you
read at least part one first.  All three of the previous installments can
be found in the Nifty archive under Bisexual in the Incest Category.

Part One: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/freak-of-nature/freak-of-nature-1
Part Two: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/freak-of-nature/freak-of-nature-2
Part Three: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/freak-of-nature/freak-of-nature-3

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Peter lay in his bed, reeling from a very eventful week and wondering what
would happen next.

He'd been painfully aware for some time that he was small for his age.
He'd accepted that he would probably never fit in because he was a science
geek with no interest in sports.  It wasn't hubris on his part to believe
that he was much smarter than any of his peers and probably his teachers as
well; it was demonstrably true.  His mother and uncle had convinced him to
"keep his light under a bushel," at least until college, but sometimes it
was difficult.  Most of his peers seemed to take forever to understand
concepts and skills that came to him without effort; on the other hand, he
found most human emotions a mystery.

Then there was the "gay thing."  He'd always known he was different in some
way.  He'd chalked it up to his intelligence.  Then he'd realized that
other boys didn't feel the same way toward their male friends as he did.
About a year before, he'd found himself wanting to kiss his best friend,
Jake.  He knew from listening to older boys that this was called "gay," and
that it was bad.  He'd kept this desire to himself, but that had been
exceptionally difficult.  During a sleep-over on his twelfth birthday, one
of his friends had suggested that they compare "junk."  The other three
boys had immediately slid out of their shorts, leaving only Peter covered;
of course, he'd succumbed to peer pressure.  Though it hadn't been a
competition, he'd clearly lost: his penis was smaller – about an inch
long and the thickness of a pencil stub – and he had no body hair at
all.  The other three boys had longer and thicker dicks, each of which had
patches of lightly-pigmented hair at its base.  Jake's wasn't just thicker;
it was longer – about four inches; twice as long as the other two, and
four times Peter's length.  Though none of the boys had teased, Peter had
been humiliated.  At least he wasn't outed by his little hard-on; the other
three boys sported stiffies, as well. Peter had felt a powerful desire to
kiss his best friend; in fact, it had been all he could do to stop himself
from leaning down and kissing his penis!  He had it bad for Jake, but was
torn.  Did he really want to be gay?  Did he have a choice?  He didn't
know.

He wasn't even sure he actually was "gay," as he was also attracted to
girls.  He'd even gotten hard in response to seeing his own sisters naked!
He knew there was a name for this, as well, and had concluded that he was
probably "bisexual."  He wanted desperately to talk with someone, but he
didn't trust any of the adults at school to keep his secret; he'd planned
to discuss it with his uncle, but his last visit had been shanghaied by
more pressing matters.

Of course, that led to the biggest – `Pun definitely intended,' thought
Peter with a grim smile – way he was different from his peers.  In
addition to being a small-for-his age, bisexual, geek, he was hung like a
horse.  His penis had grown in the course of a single year from the size of
a very small pencil stub to a full ten-and-a-quarter inches!  He'd been
masturbated by his pediatrician only a few hours before, as part of an
exceptionally complete physical.  The doctor had confirmed that this was
well outside the normal range for human males, let alone thirteen-year-old
boys.  To make matters worse, he'd reported that his physical development
was otherwise delayed.  He had no body hair, the peanut-sized testicles of
a ten-year-old, and was shooting blanks!

"God, I'm a fucking freak," he muttered to himself as a light fell across
his bed.  He looked up, surprised.  His mother had stopped checking on him
at night some time ago, apparently wanting to give her thirteen-year-old
son some privacy.  Maybe,' he thought, `she's worried that taking me to the
doctor today scarred me for life.'

His oldest sister, Molly, stepped into the room and gently closed the door.
Without a word, the fifteen-year-old slipped into bed beside him and
whispered "I told you I'd be back for more, little brother."  She placed
her hand on his soft but flat belly then slid it under the waistband of his
pajamas and stroked his penis.  "God! I can't get enough of this thing."

Confirming his confused sexuality, Peter's cock sprang to life, stiffening
in his sister's hand.  Peter moaned softly as the pleasure coursed through
him.  `My friends are killing themselves to get a girl,' he laughed.  "I
don't even have to leave the house."

Molly slipped down along his body, disappearing under the covers.  She slid
his pajamas down to his knees and soon had the mushroom-shaped head of her
little brother's enormous penis in her mouth.  `This time,' she thought,
`I'm gonna taste his cum.' She'd already sampled that of her boyfriend,
Michael, when he'd ejaculated in her hand, and wanted to compare.  In
truth, she was well on her way to becoming a "cum slut," though she didn't
know that expression.

Peter pulled a pillow over his face to muffle his moans of pleasure as his
sister tongued and sucked his cockhead. It didn't take long until he was
writhing about on the verge of an orgasm. His pleasure intensified when he
felt his sister's fingers on the delicate skin between his scrotum and
anus.  He'd never found that particular spot before and wondered how his
sister knew about it as he built toward an explosion.

Without conscious thought, he found himself thrusting his hips, pushing his
gargantuan cock into his sister's mouth.  He was fucking her face, and she
didn't seem to be pulling away or trying to stop him.  He couldn't help but
wonder what it would feel like to fuck her for real.  `After all,' he
thought, `It's not like I'm gonna get her pregnant.'

The thought of fucking his sister was apparently enough to push him over
the edge.  He felt a pressure deep inside him and the tiny muscles behind
his balls started to spasm.  He almost screamed into his pillow as his back
arched and he momentarily lost control.

Molly couldn't believe it.  Her little brother's cock had seemed to swell
in her mouth.  `How can this thing get bigger,' she asked herself as he
thrust it into her mouth.  She gagged initially but then discovered that if
she swallowed when he thrust she was able to take it deeper into her
throat.  She moved with his rhythm, alternating between licking and
swallowing.  After about a dozen thrusts, she became aware of a sweet taste
in her mouth.  `Michael's cum was salty,' she thought.  `Does every boy
taste different?'  That speculation would eventually lead her on a quest to
find out, but that is a different story.

She licked and swallowed over and over until her brother collapsed back
onto the bed. Then she pulled back and watched as the huge phallus softened
but didn't shrink.  She knew that her boyfriend's cock lengthened when
hard, and shrunk dramatically after he ejaculated.  `I guess,' she thought,
`it's always this big. Maybe I'll come in and check sometime while he's
sleeping.'

Though her curiosity was satisfied, Molly was now very horny. Leaving her
brother's pajamas down around his knees, she slipped up until she was lying
next to him.  Kissing him on the lips, she slipped her tongue into his
mouth and moved it about.  "That's what your cum tastes like, little
brother," she whispered.  Giggling, she explained. "Sweet, like you."

She took his hand and pressed it between her legs.  "I told you last time
you'd get a chance at my pussy.  That was the deal, right?"

Peter rolled across his sister's body and retrieved a small flashlight from
his bedside table.  Slipping under the covers, he put the cylinder in his
mouth and pulled down her pajamas, wanting a closer look at the mysterious
"girl parts."  He'd heard about them from his friends, and during the
"puberty class" at school, but had never seen them up close, even when his
sisters had stripped for him a few days before, in return for seeing his
massive cock.

Molly lay there, amused by the glow of her brother's flashlight.  'He's
gonna be a scientist like Uncle Pete,' she thought

The first thing he noticed was the smell.  Not really "fishy" like some of
the boys claimed.  He couldn't quite describe it, but didn't find it
unpleasant.  He used his fingers to spread her lips, remembering the word
"labia."  He was in search of what his friends called the "clit;" something
that hadn't even been mentioned in class, but figured prominently in
pictures he'd seen online.  He saw what looked like a tiny penis near the
top end of the opening; when he touched it with his finger his sister
grabbed his hand and hissed "Gently, little brother."

He took the flashlight from his mouth and leaned closer.  First, he just
breathed on the tiny organ, and then he flicked it with his tongue.  He
found that he enjoyed the taste.  Even better, he liked the moan of
pleasure from his sister.  He did it again and got the same reaction.
Then, reasoning that if it looks like a penis it might work like one, he
put his lips on it and began to gently lick and suck.  His sister started
to buck but did not push him away even though her fingers were intertwined
through his curly brown hair.  He continued what he was doing with his
mouth as he explored with his fingers.  Finding an opening he assumed to be
the famed vagina, he gently pressed forward.  It was tight but very wet, so
he was able to easily slide his index finger in up to his second knuckle.
His sister didn't respond at all, so he withdrew the finger and added a
second, moving them in and out as if fucking her and going a bit deeper.
Still no additional reaction – she was already bucking like mad.  He
added a third finger.  Now it was very tight, and he started to wonder if
she'd be able to take his cock.  `She probably won't let me do that,
anyway,' he thought as he rode her thrashing body.

Suddenly, he found that his chin and hand were wet.  Her body went rigid
and her pelvis lifted from the bed, carrying him with her.  The two of them
fell out of bed with a loud thump.  Both lay there stunned until Peter
heard his mother on the stairs.

She called out "Peter? Are you alright?"

Peter had difficulty getting up, since his sister was on top of him and his
pajamas were down around his knees.  Moving as quickly as he could, he was
climbing back under the covers when the door opened.

Looking sheepish, he smiled up at his mother, who was now standing at the
foot of his bed, a look of concern on her face.  "Sorry, mom.  I fell out
of bed. I must'a had a nightmare or something."  He extended his left hand
just in case his mother decided to stay and comfort him.  He surely didn't
want her to move to the right side of his single bed, where his sister was
hiding.

His mother looked skeptical for a moment, then sniffed the air.  She looked
around and said "Have you been bringing food up here again, Peter?"  When
the boy shook his head, she said "I think it's time for a good cleaning.
Using a tone available only to the mothers of teens, she asked, "Do I need
to help you with that or can you do it yourself?"

Knowing that his mother would expect it, Peter grimaced as if annoyed.
Deliberately adding a teenaged edge to his voice, he said, "I'll take care
of it, mom."

His mother nodded.  "Alright, then' Get to sleep.  You have school
tomorrow." She turned and walked out, firmly closing the door behind her.

The two teens lay there, unmoving, hoping their mother didn't check the
bedroom Molly shared with her younger sister, Miranda.  She'd piled her
blankets to mask her absence, but that wouldn't stand up to close
inspection.

They were relieved when they heard her on the stairs.  She did stop to
check on the younger girls, whose room was on her floor, then went into her
room.  Molly didn't move until she heard the click of her mother's door.
Only then did the girl stand and pull up her pajamas.

She leaned down and kissed her brother on the lips.  Her voice a throaty
whisper, she laughed.  "You made the earth move, little brother."

Then she turned and quietly moved to the door.  "Sleep tight, stud.  We'll
do this again real soon."  Then she was gone.

Peter lay there for a few minutes before pulling up his own pajama bottoms.
Then, wondering at the newfound power of his "magic wand," he drifted off
to sleep.

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