Saga of Littown Ch. 09

"Oh now don't be that way about it. I'm happy for you that you've figured out what you want in life. There's nothing wrong with being gay."

"No. Indeed not."

Jaime slumped in resignation, letting his body slip totally underwater. He didn't even bother taking a breath before his face was submerged. He couldn't do this. He couldn't turn this monstrosity of a girl back into his beloved sister. Everything about the way she thought was flat out wrong and not Emily-like at all.

Emily, being somewhat worried about her brother lying at the bottom of the tub and not breathing, reached in and hauled his head back out of the water. He spluttered and coughed, then glared at her.

"Hey, what's the big idea?"

"It's no good being so dramatic," Emily said firmly. "I love you and accept you, and that's all there is to it."

"Oh how little you understand," Jaime muttered.

"And I'll just stay here and watch you for the rest of your bath if that's what it takes to make sure you don't do anything stupid."

"Really? Even though I'm naked and you can see everything?"

Emily waved a hand airily. "Pff, it's fine. You're gay, remember?"

"Yeah, but you're not."

Emily bit her lip and considered the point. It was true that being so close and touching her brother while he was wet and naked was doing funny things to her. Her pussy felt very damp, and her butthole was clenching rhythmically like it was anxious for something. Even her throat felt more open than usual, like it was prepared to have a massive erection shoved down it.

But that was all just silly. She'd never be attracted to her brother, let alone do anything about it.

"Don't worry about me. I'm a good girl."

Jaime's eyebrows shot up. She'd made her statement with utter conviction and no hint of irony at all. Still, he sensed that he had an opportunity here if he could just maneuver things correctly.

"Well, if you're going to stay, maybe you could help me?"

Emily wrinkled her nose. "How do you mean?"

"Like, you could help me wash. I'm gay and you're a good girl, so there shouldn't be anything wrong with it."

She nodded. "That makes sense. You're my brother and I love you, so if you need help, I should be there for you."

Emily grabbed a cloth and some body wash and set to work.

Jaime relaxed and enjoyed the sensual experience of being gently scrubbed by his sister. Even though it was quite an innocent activity compared to what he was used to, it still felt nice. Plus he could see down Emily's top as she leaned over the side of the tub.

Emily found it kind of strange how she kept imagining tearing her clothes off and jumping into the tub with Jaime. They could roll around all slippy slidey, maybe some things would accidentally go in some other things...

But that was silly. She couldn't possibly want to do anything remotely sexual with her brother. Not only would it be illegal and punishable by super-death, but Jaime was definitely, without question, absolutely, totally gay.

Though for having no interest in girls, he sure was staring pretty hard at her boobs. And his cock kept twitching and throbbing and leaking precum.

"Don't forget to wash my penis," Jaime reminded her.

"Oh. Right."

Emily had been trying not to touch his enthralling cock. It seemed to beckon her, emanating danger and excitement. She couldn't help feeling like there was something very important about it. Like somehow her brother's penis was the greatest, most bestest thing in the whole wide world to her.

But again, that was silly.

With all the false confidence she could muster, Emily wrapped her wet cloth around Jamie's dick and gave it a wipe. Then another wipe, and another. Then she let the cloth fall away and kept rubbing. After that, she decided she actually needed both hands.

There were audible snaps and crashes as several magically erected barriers in Emily's mind came crashing down. No mystical force could stand against the sheer joy she felt with her brother's cock pulsing in her hands.

"Mmm," Jaime moaned. "That feels really nice. Keep washing my penis just like that."

"Yeah. Washing," Emily said in a faraway voice. "That's all I'm doing."

Jaime felt so much better. Everything was right with the world now that Emily was playing with his cock. Sure she wasn't all fixed yet, but the worst was over. He didn't know much about magical spells, but he knew his sister's incestuous impulses. Magic didn't stand a chance.

The minutes ticked past, but Emily was lost in a world of her own. She didn't notice her muscles getting tired from jerking a cock in a terribly awkward position, she didn't realize how inappropriately long she'd been doing it, and she didn't contemplate what any of it meant. She'd rediscovered her purpose in life, at least partially, and bliss and ecstasy were warring with the remaining mental blocks in her head.

Jaime finally exploded in a megaton eruption of cum. Emily was drenched almost instantly, and still more cum showered down on and around her. She squealed indignantly, but enough of her instincts had returned that she aimed her brother's cock to make sure her face and tits got some extra coatings.

"Jai!" she exclaimed, carefully waiting to protest after he was done coating her in sweet creamy filling. "You just came all over me!"

"Yeah, that'll happen."

"But... but... you're gay. You shouldn't have enjoyed any of that."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Here, come join me in the bath. You're the one who needs cleaning now."

"Um... well ok. But only for cleaning purposes."

"Of course."

Emily struggled with removing her clothes. Part of the difficulty was how secretly excited and trembly she was to get naked and jump in the bath with her brother, but mostly it was because every single part of her was dripping with slippery brother-cum.

She eventually managed to strip naked. She blushed at the amount of staring Jaime was doing. He really shouldn't have been looking quite so intensely at her boobies or pussy, but she reminded herself that he was gay, so it was alright. Plus, she kind of liked that he was so attracted to her, even though he wasn't, really.

It was all very confusing.

Jaime watched eagerly while stroking his dick. His sister was naked and covered in his cum. One more step in the right direction.

"Alright," said Emily. "I'm going to get in the bath with you now. It's kind of slippery, though, so I might need some help."

"You got it."

She braced herself on the edge of the tub and threw one leg over the side. Jaime helpfully grabbed her delicious little butt to help steady her.

"Hey, you're still wearing your butt plug," Jaime said as he noticed the heart shaped jewel shining out from between her ass cheeks.

Emily flushed in embarrassment. "Yeah. I don't know how it got there, but every time I tried to take it out, it'd find its way back. I couldn't sit down without it being right there, perfectly lined up with my butthole to slide back in. Sometimes it wouldn't even wait for me to sit."

Jaime patted the plug. "Good boy," he told it.

"Don't talk to my butt plug," Emily admonished. "That's weird."

"Sorry. But he is a good boy. That's all."

"Fine then. At least let me sit down. You're holding my bum so tight I can't move."

"Oh. Oops. I definitely didn't mean to grab your perfect ass so firmly." Which was a lie, as he totally meant to grab her perfect ass so firmly. "Here, sit down."

Jaime tried to guide Emily so that she'd sit right on his cock. She was quick enough to dodge, unfortunately, and ended up sitting just behind his cock, so that her pussy pressed against it as she slid into her seat in her brother's lap. Some water splashed on the floor as the overfilled tub ran out of capacity.

"Ooh," Emily cooed at the incredibly sexy feeling of grinding against her brother's erection. "That feels really nice, but I probably shouldn't think that."

"No, it's ok. I don't mind. Go ahead and enjoy my penis any way you want."

"Well, if you're sure..."

Emily bounced energetically in his lap. Her wet slit slipped easily along his pole. She came close to impaling herself a couple times, but no such luck just yet.

There were more snaps and pings as the rubber bands of malevolent intent in her brain hit their limit and were torn asunder by good, wholesome family values.

"Jaaai," Emily whined. "Why does your penis feel so goooddd?"

"There's my girl," Jaime said.

"What?"

"You're figuring out who you really are. Don't think about it. Just feel it. In here."

He reached around and placed his palm against her chest roughly over her heart.

Emily looked down at her brother's hand and wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "My boobie?"

"No, Em. Not just your boobie." Jaime put his other hand on her other breast. "Both your boobies! Use the power of your tits. Feel your way to the truth."

Emily concentrated hard. She could feel something from her breasts. Something more than just how nice it was having her brother fondle her while she bounced around in his lap.

Then it all seemed so simple. Once she let go of her thoughts, her tits showed her the light and the truth. A final rumbling crash destroyed the remnants of the C.U.N.T.s' hold on her. She remembered everything, and she knew who she was again.

Emily let out a gleeful laugh and slammed her pussy down on Jaime's throbbing cock. She buried his shaft inside her in one swift motion, sighing in abject contentment as her life was made complete. She was back.

"Oh, Jai!"

She swirled around to face her brother, then clamped down hard with her pussy to make sure nothing could separate their conjoined genitals. She grabbed his head and kissed him fiercely.

Jaime was, if anything, even happier to have his sister back. He'd been the one who had to suffer practically all day without her, while she simply hadn't realized what she was missing. He kissed her back hungrily while groping at her tits and ass.

"God I missed you," he panted in between tongue duels.

"What happened to me? It all seems like a dream. A horrible, awful nightmare. I remember... I remember you wanted to have sex with me and... and I said no!"

"Shh... shh... it's ok. You're all better now."

"But I don't understand."

Jaime did his best to explain everything that had happened. He told the story whole taking frequent breaks to comfort Emily, who still felt icky and upset about being turned into the sort of girl who didn't fuck her brother at every opportunity.

Getting her to bounce up and down on his cock helped calm her, as did grabbing her butt and playing with her plug. He interspersed talking points with sucking and licking her boobies, and sometimes sharing deep, long-lost kisses.

"So everybody else had the same thing happen as me?" Emily asked once the story was told.

"Everyone I've talked to, except for me and Lil. Granted, that wasn't very many people. I can actually count the girls I fucked today on one hand."

Emily made a sympathetic face. "You poor boy. Hopefully your balls don't shrivel up from neglect."

"Don't worry. Now that I've got my favourite cum dump back, I think I'll be fine."

"Aw, you sweet talker you. I missed the romantic things you're always telling me." Emily leaned in closer to press her tits against Jaime's chest, her hips still rocking as she rode his cock. "Tell me some more about how much you love me."

Jaime smiled. "You're my sole reason for living, you know."

"Aww."

"I just want to fuck you all night."

"Mmm."

"I want to pound you into a sex coma."

Emily cooed happily and rode him harder.

Jaime kissed her neck. "I feel so much pure and holy love for you right now that all I can think about is fucking your tight little ass and filling it up with so much cum that it leaks out your nose for a month."

Emily was overwhelmed by sheer romantic sentiment and came all over her brother's dick. She missed much of his next few sweet nothings, but the things she heard involving her mouth and pussy were just as loving and tender as what he wanted to do to her butt. It was a long time before she stopped orgasming.

Unfortunately, all their fucking and sloshing around in the tub had caused even more water to spill out, some of which was mixed with the copious cum that was gradually rinsing off of Emily. The bathroom floor had flooded and was spilling out into the hallway, which was inevitably discovered.

"What's all this?!" came their mother's shrill, unhappy voice upon discovering the mess. "Who's in the bathroom? Why are you getting water everywhere?"

"Oh shit," said Jaime. "We can't let Mom catch us naked together in the bath."

"Are you sure?" Emily asked. "She might just think it's hot that we're fucking like bunnies again."

"No, she won't. Her mind's all confused like yours was. She's not strict-but-secretly-horny Mom. She's just plain strict Mom now."

"Oh. Well that's not good. There's nowhere to hide."

"You'll have to hide underwater."

"Will that work?"

"It does in all the online documentaries I've ever seen. Plus the water's all murky with the cum mixed in, so she shouldn't be able to see you."

Emily bit her lip and considered the plan carefully. "I don't know. I can't hold my breath very long."

"You can when my cock's shoved down your throat. You don't ever seem to need to breathe at all when you're sucking me off."

Emily smiled in relief. "Oh, well you didn't say we could do naughty stuff while I was hiding. That's all better then."

Content that she wouldn't have to spend even a minute without brother-cock inside her during their cunning plan, Emily hopped off Jaime's lap and dove face-first right back on his penis.

In a perfectly ordinary stroke of luck, Emily had just disappeared into the bath water with Jaime's dick firmly embedded in her mouth and throat when Christine burst into the bathroom. A bit less fortunately, Emily's body submerging entirely made another cascade of water spill out of the tub.

"Jaime!" Christine said, hands on her hips. "Why are you making such a mess? And why is the door totally open while you're bathing?"

Jaime winced meekly. "Sorry, Mommy. I forgot to close the door. And I think there's something wrong with the bathtub. Water just keeps falling out."

Christine glared a moment longer, but her son seemed sufficiently contrite. "Well alright then. Maybe I'll have to get a bathtub repairman in to look at it. We can't be having these kinds of messes all over the place."

Jaime gazed at the mix of cum and water all over the floor. It seemed like exactly the sort of mess they could have all over the place. He wisely declined to say so.

"I'll just have to clean it up," Christine declared. "We can't have your bath all over the house."

Jaime worried for a second about what his mother sticking around would mean for Emily's hiding place. It was a silly fear, however, since she couldn't be seen from above the water line, and she was all cozy and snug with brother-cock shoved down her throat. She'd be fine staying there for hours if need be. He reached underwater and stroked her hair lovingly.

"Ok, Mom," he said. "Whatever you have to do."

Christine nodded and walked toward the cupboard under the sink to find a rag and bucket. However, the floor was more slippery than she realized. She lost her footing and fell right on her butt in all the mess.

"Oof," Jaime said. "Are you ok?"

She nodded. "Yes, but my pants as all soaked." She carefully stood back up. "Ugh. They're so gross now. What kind of stuff did you put in your bath anyway?"

Jaime thought quickly. He obviously couldn't tell her it was his cum. He had no idea what other sort of thing might look like cum, was the problem.

"Um... I'm not sure," he said. "It was just some bottle of stuff Em recommended for relaxation."

"Well it's very slippery and makes quite a mess."

Jaime nodded. "That it does."

Christine removed her soiled pants. She bent over with her butt sticking out at Jaime as she slipped them down her legs.

He stared lustfully at her big, soft ass swaying back and forth covered only by some damp and clingy panties. He unconsciously grabbed Emily's head and slid it back and forth on his cock.

Emily, of course, was all too happy to be used as a masturbation toy, even though she had no idea what was going on above the surface.

"You aren't staring at my bum, are you?" Christine asked with sudden suspicion.

"Of course not," Jaime replied. "But if I was, I'd think it was totally hot and amazing, and I'd really want to fuck it. But I'm not, so it's all good."

"You better not be. It's your fault I had to take my pants off in front of you." Christine carefully folded her pants and set them next to the sink. "Emily was right. You have been acting odd lately. Very inappropriate around your family."

"Am I?" asked Jaime in a tone of feigned innocence. "I don't recall doing anything even slightly inappropriate with any member of this family."

At that moment, Emily began giggling uncontrollably and he had to shove his cock all the way down her throat and hold it there until she stopped. Too much laughing would give them away.

"I mean really," Jaime continued, "I'm just an eighteen year old boy, confused about sexuality and my raging hormones. I can't help that I'm horny all the time."

Christine sighed. "No, I know sweetie. It would just be nice if you'd stop sporting boners around the rest of us all the time."

"I'll do my best," Jaime promised, though he already knew for a fact that there was nothing to be done. If Emily couldn't tire his cock out, no force in the world could.

Jaime watched as his mother began wiping up the mess on the floor. She went on her hands and knees, and no matter which way she faced, there was something to perv on. Either her big, milfy ass from the back, or her lovely full cleavage from the front. Even her profile featured some attractive jiggling as she swirled her cloth around the floor.

It was a teasingly sexy mommy show to watch while he continued secretly using his sister as a cock toy. And it only got better because Christine kept slipping in the gooey water and getting the rest of her clothes wet too. Eventually she stripped down to her bra and panties, and they were both soaked so they did little to preserve modesty.

"Ugh, I'm going to need a shower and some dry clothes by the time I'm done here," Christine said. "Are you almost done with your bath? You've been in there an awfully long time now, and you hardly ever take baths."

"Well if I had Em and you for company every time, I'd probably take more," Jaime murmured under his breath. Then, louder, "why don't you go get your bathrobe, or some dry clothes or whatever. I'll probably be gone by the time you get back."

"No, that's ok. I'll wait."

It occurred to Jaime that there was now a very real problem. If Christine didn't leave the room, there was no way Emily could possibly sneak by her without being seen. Their mother was clever enough that she'd probably suspect something if Emily appeared from the bathtub, all naked and wet and grinning madly.

He began to feel a mild panic at the chance of being caught. He wasn't sure what this version of his mother would do to him and Emily. What if she separated them and didn't let them fuck anymore? It could be a total disaster the likes of which the world had never known.

The sense of risk actually turned Jaime on ever more than he already was. Combined with staring at his mother's big, fuckable ass and being tightly enveloped in his sister's warm, fuckable throat, it was a recipe for orgasm.

Jaime tried to hold back, but Emily sensed cum. Her formerly relaxed and compliant body became tense and alert, switching to full sister-slut status. She sucked hungrily on her brother's cock until she got what she wanted. Cum. Lots and lots of sweet, sticky brother-cum.