Secrets of the Deep Ch. 03

When she woke up, her father was gone. Had it all been dream? She couldn't believe that she'd fuck her own father, nymph or not. It just wasn't in her character!

She got up and walked into the kitchen. Her father was cooking breakfast and her brother Michael was sitting reading the newspaper. Chastity had almost forgotten that he came home for the summer to work at her father's construction company.

She ran and gave her brother a hug. He seemed rather embarrassed. It was only when his eyes wouldn't meet hers that she realized that her bare breasts were pressed against his torso. She could feel his cock beginning to swell against her.

"Leave your brother alone," her father said, without looking at her.

"For Christ's sake, Chastity! Why don't you have any clothing on?" her brother asked. He was obviously trying very hard to think only brotherly thoughts about the whole situation.

"Chastity is going through a nudist phase," her father answered before Chastity could open her mouth. "I think it's something she picked up in college."

"I am not going through a phase!" Chastity said, stamping her foot like a little girl. "How many times do I have to explain it to you?"

"At least once," her brother answered, folding up the newspaper and setting it down on the table. "So tell me, what is it you're going through if not a phase?"

"I'm a sea nymph," Chastity said. "I was magically changed over the summer in Canada."

"Oh, right, a sea nymph. I should have realized," her brother replied, grinning.

"Don't make me put my hand through anything else to prove it," Chastity said, balling her fist up as though she wanted to hit her brother. "I already demonstrated for Dad a couple of hours ago."

"Dad, is Chastity breaking things?" Michael asked incredulously. "Why in heaven's name didn't you tell me! Next thing you know, she'll be slitting her wrists like Mom did and no one will tell me about it! I'm sick of always being kept in the dark!"

Chastity picked up her brother's knife and pricked her finger with it and then wiped the blood off with his paper napkin, holding her finger up so he could watch the cut heal. The whole time her brother was on the edge of his seat, fighting the urge to jump up and get the knife away from Chastity.

"Now tell me that you think I'm psychotic! Tell me that I'm manic-depressive like Mom, huh? Get me a prescription for valium while you're at it, and make sure I get hooked!"

"Calm down, little sister!" Michael said, staring at his father who had gone back to cooking. "There's nothing to get so upset about. No one thinks you're insane."

"Well, I'm not!" she said, trying to force her voice to sound mild. "And neither was Mom."

"We will not be discussing your mother," her father said, putting eggs and toast on the kitchen table. "Now eat your breakfast and then go back to your room. You can't just walk around the house naked with grown men around. It's asking for trouble."

Chastity suppressed an evil laugh. She could tell from her father's inflection that she hadn't dreamt the hot sex she had with him. He was feeling guilty, but he still wanted her. She could feel that it was threatening to drive him mad.

She didn't like making everyone uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but be what she was. And she couldn't help but think that the sexual tension in the air was as much her family's fault as her own.

Her brother was simmering as he ate, and she could feel that he still had a bulge in his pants, without even looking.

Chastity ate her food quickly and went back to her room. She didn't feel like socializing at the moment, and decided she'd rather play with herself for a while than talk to her family.

She was beginning to wonder if Alia had the right idea, running away from her family without a single word. She messed up her father by sleeping with him. He wasn't the sort who took his own faults lightly. But then again, he'd probably come around. He wasn't really half bad, and he did love her.

She began fingering herself, gently teasing her clit until she was so horny she could hardly take it. She pumped a couple of fingers in and out of her hole, making herself squirm on the edge of her bed. If she had known how much fun it was to play with herself before she became a sea nymph, she probably would have never left the house.

She giggled merrily, enjoying the sensations that trickled through her body.

The door opened and her brother walked into the bedroom. His jaw dropped when he saw Chastity's hands so expertly toying with herself.

"Please, don't pretend you walked in on me by accident," Chastity said, dramatically bringing herself to orgasm to give her brother a better show. "You've had a hard-on for me for years."

"I'm worried about you, little sis," Michael replied evenly, though his eyes never left her breasts and pussy. "You've been acting strangely. I wanted to see if I could do anything to help."

"Well, you could share that lovely cock of yours with me! It's hard to give myself a proper fucking with just fingers," Chastity said, staring her brother in the eye as though this was a showdown that she intended to win.

"Stop being vulgar," her brother said, adjusting his crotch ever-so-slightly in his pants as he continued to stare.

"Oh, fine. Be boring!" Chastity said and went back to playing with herself. "I need my after-breakfast fuck. If you're not willing to oblige me, then I'll just have to do it myself."

Her brother opened the bedroom door a crack and looked out, as if scanning the hallway for something. He closed the door abruptly and turned to face his sister.

"Ok, ok. I'm not normally one to turn down a good fuck, even if it is with my little sister. But what if Dad found out? He'd kill me!"

Chastity laughed. "Oh, don't worry about Dad, I fucked him before breakfast."

Her brother stared at her open-mouthed, completely incapable of believing his ears.

"You what?" he exclaimed. "No, you couldn't have. Dad's been going to a urologist because he hasn't been able to get it up since Mom died."

"Well, he sure as hell got it up for me," Chastity said. "I suppose he must be feeling guilty about it now and that's why he treated me so badly at the table."

Michael laughed. "You always did know how to get to people. I guess that's why I used to enjoy hanging out with you so much as a kid. I never knew what you would do next."

"Oh, come on!" Chastity replied. "You know I never used to do anything interesting."

"Of course you did," her brother laughed. "You always came along when I went to buy dirty magazines, and you never told Mom or Dad. I always thought that was really cool of you."

Chastity laughed. She had never really thought about herself that way, but she decided that she liked it, as though her brother's good opinion somehow eased some of the pain she had been suffering since her transition.

"Come here and fuck me. You know you want to," Chastity said, spreading her legs apart so that her brother couldn't help but stare at her lovely pussy. "I haven't quite got my quota of cock for the day yet."

Her brother gulped, his eyes fixed on his sister's body. "On a second thought, I couldn't possibly do something like that," he protested weakly.

"That's bulge in your pants seems to indicate otherwise," Chastity said, rubbing her clit playfully, her eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. "What are you waiting for?" she added, continuing to finger herself.

"You want me to just drop my pants and fuck my little sister?"

"Yes, that's what I'm asking," Chastity said. "But if you're not man enough, you can just stand there with your mouth open, drooling, while I masturbate. I suppose I don't mind."

"What are you, some sort of nympho?" her brother asked.

Chastity just laughed.

"Come on over here," she said, motioning seductively with her hand. Her brother simply came over as though he was completely under her control, or as though the last of his inhibition has suddenly been conquered.

He slipped out of his clothing quickly and thrust his cock into his sister, right where she was at the edge of her bed, even though he had to struggle to keep himself in position.

The penetration was very deep and Chastity moaned as her brother's cock knocked against her cervix. Her pussy, which was already completely soaked, began to overflow with juices, which ran down her legs all the way down to the wood floor of her bedroom.

Her brother grunted. His cock slid in and out of her, almost too easily. But his legs were burning from holding the awkward position for so long, and he pushed Chastity backwards onto the bed, landing on top of her. He passionately kissed her mouth and neck as though he couldn't get enough of the taste of her flesh.

Chastity moaned softly as her brother continued to thrust in and out of her. It felt so good, as though she had wanted this for a long time but never before gotten it. Her pussy was so wet that she was completely soiling the bed sheets. The cock in her seemed to be pumping life into her as they continued to fuck, first in one position and then another. Chastity wrapped her legs around her brother's torso as if to hold him in place, as though she was afraid that he would leave her if she let go. The change in angle made his thrusts penetrate even deeper.

Michael pushed Chastity's legs far apart with his arms and continued to thrust, a greedy little smirk on his face, as though he enjoyed the power he had over her.

Chastity climaxed, her body convulsing uncontrollably in ecstasy, a stream of juice squirting from her pussy. A moment later, her brother came, injecting his hot load deep inside her body.

He laughed softly, as though he had just told a dirty joke.

"Shit, you really are a horny bitch," he said, his voice shaking in laughter. "You ejaculated more than I did. We're going to have to wash the sheets."

"Don't bother," Chastity said with a giggle. "I like the smell of sex." She could tell that her words were stimulating her brother. He reached out to grab her breasts from behind, roughly kissing the back of her neck.

Her father walked into the bedroom wearing his bathrobe, looking as though he expected to get laid. His jaw dropped when he saw his two kids making out with each other.

Michael made to cover himself, but Chastity simply stood her ground, not really having anything to cover herself with.

Her father's face began to harden, as though he was seeing what Chastity had become for the first time and didn't like it.

Chastity smiled slightly, feeling deliciously sinful.

"Come on, Daddy. I can't get all my sex from you, there's a limit to how many times a day a man your age can get it up."

"But your own brother! How low can you get? You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

Chastity felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. No matter how stupidly her father was acting, it was hard for her to hear someone she loved saying such hateful things about her. She held her head very straight and made herself not cry. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

"If I knew you were going to be so stupid about it, I might not have come home in the first place!" she exclaimed, trying desperately to keep her voice from shaking. She didn't really know what she was saying and didn't really care. She needed to say something, whatever it ended up meaning. "I am what I am. You can either accept that or you can't have me in your life at all. It's your decision."

"Don't you understand? I just want what's in your best interest," her father said, his voice and his face as hard as the erection that pushed against the fabric of his robe. "I want you to be something respectable. What father doesn't want that for his daughter?"

"I can't be respectable anymore. I can't be responsible. I've been responsible all my life and it almost drove me mad! So I say fuck it, I'll have some fun."

Michael laughed, and their father turned his glare at him. Chastity could tell by the expression on her father's face that he was trying deceive himself into blaming her brother for her corruption, and she shook her head decidedly.

"There's no reason to blame anyone. I'm happy with how my life is now, honestly. I don't feel dishonored or anything, and I enjoy having a lot of sex. Besides, you didn't come into my bedroom to argue with me. You came because you really enjoyed having sex with me and wanted to do it again. Well I'm here, unoccupied, and I'm very willing to fuck you. So get off your damn high horse and do me already!"

Her father still seemed unconvinced, but Chastity began to remove his robe anyway, taking special care to brush against his erection while she did so. His cock seemed to jump to life. As aroused as he was already, his daughter's attention brought his desire to a whole new level.

Chastity knelt down and began sucking on her father's hard cock, loving the way it felt in her mouth, the way it was both hard and gummy at the same time.

Her brother moaned and began playing with his own cock, quickly teasing it back to an erection which he rubbed contentedly against the flesh of Chastity's back and butt.

Almost before she knew it, her brother had pressed himself into her butt, and the sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. Chastity burned all over, and his thrust seemed to rock the very core of her body.

She felt another jarring sensation and at first thought her brother's cock had grown to twice its girth, but soon realized that her father had put his cock in her pussy, so that her bottom seemed impossibly occupied. Chastity began to massage her breasts and sucking on her nipples, which felt so limp and unsatisfied compared to the rest of her body.

If she made any noise, she didn't know it. She was completely wrapped up in this new experience of being fucked by two people at once. She decided that she really liked it. It made her feel so powerful, so open and so vulnerable at once. It was completely intoxicating.

It seemed like only seconds before her first orgasm, and then she had her second, the feeling swelling in her to the point where it was almost overpowering.

After they came, her father and brother quickly brought themselves back to hardness against her sweat and juice-lubed body, and so they were able to continue in this manner well into the night.

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Chastity's return to her all-girls college was scandalous. She refused to wear the skimpy little uniform that the lewd-minded designers forced on the other girls, or any other clothing, for that matter. This was completely unheard of in the school's nearly hundred-year history.

Perhaps worse, Chastity was known to openly solicit the attentions of other students, often gathering the girls into massive orgies. There was no doubt that she ought to be expelled. She was a disgrace to the institution, and besides, she just didn't fit in. Surely it would be in her own best interest to attend a more liberal university, perhaps in California or New York.

The campus newsletter published a whole big article about the scandal, including a picture of Chastity in the buff, and though the paper was quickly pulled from circulation, it was not quick enough to keep reporters from becoming aware of the incident.

The college authorities were swamped with letters, some screaming for Chastity's removal and others threatening protests if she was expelled.

Chastity used the small sum of money she had saved away to buy vibrators, which she used in class to get herself off ten or twenty times as she listened to lectures, raising her hand to ask questions when she was not satisfied with her teacher's explanations.

And if she felt she wasn't learning anything useful, she'd simply get up and walk out of the class, taking the attention of the other girls off their lessons.

One day Chastity left class and slumped down on the little sidewalk that separated the lecture hall from the central courtyard. The warm sun felt good on her skin, but still, she wanted to punch something. Her head seemed to be swimming with meaningless details that refused to condense into a reasonable theory. She always seemed to feel this way after her biology classes, as though there was something entirely wrong with the field itself, and not just the way her professors were teaching it.

It reminded her of her summer program in marine biology, in which she had to prove that oil spills were good for the environment. Nothing seemed to fit into the picture she was told was right, and somehow she just couldn't make it work in her mind.

She stood up, brushing the dirt off her ass, and headed towards her dorm room. Outside the door was an express mail package. She picked it up to look at the return address, but it was marked with strange characters which she couldn't understand it at all.

Curious, Chastity sat down on her bed and opened the package. Out fell a collection of news clippings, including a couple of public relation articles about the McKinley Oil and Fishing company and a story of two female police officers who were thought to die in a car crash twenty years ago, but whose bodies were never recovered. At the very bottom there was a note in elegant female handwriting: "I hope you might help put the pieces together. Nadia."

Chastity threw everything into her trash can. Crazy people, she knew one of them would get through to her. It was only a matter of time, considering the publicity she was getting.

She decided she'd get on the computer and maybe look at porn or something. But the moment she logged onto her computer, a message popped up on the screen: "I'll be in the Portland area tomorrow at noon, hope we can talk. Nadia (Nadezhda S. Menshikova.)"

Chastity unplugged her computer from the wall in panic, practically tearing the power cord in the process. Her heart was racing and she was covered in cold sweat.

Who the hell was this woman who was tormenting her, and why wouldn't she leave her alone?

It was so aggravating. Just because she didn't wear clothing and needed to have sex about a million times a day, everyone was coming out of woodwork thinking they had the right to demand her time and attention, that they had the right to tell her how to live!

She wanted to break something, but somehow couldn't bring herself to do it. She did back-hand the wall a couple of times, but it was double-layered, and the drywall didn't crack.

Chastity got into the shower and let the water just run off of her. She felt so helpless and vulnerable. Why did everything have to be so difficult for her now? Why couldn't she just be invisible to everyone, like she had been before? Why couldn't she just fit and not have to think so hard about every little thing?

She was restless all night. She had convinced two girls from her dorm to sleep with her, but her mind was somewhere else, and in the morning she was as discontented as if she hadn't gotten laid in weeks.

She didn't have enough peace of mind to attend her morning classes, so she sat in the cafeteria instead, trying to take nibbles out of her cheeseburger and drinking far too much coffee.

Nadia didn't say how she intended to met her, and Chastity definitely wasn't going to the airport. In fact, she fully intended to avoid the meeting altogether.

But still, she couldn't help being a little curious. It took special talent to target a person's computer that way.

Maybe she was just a little bit impressed, and maybe she was just a little bit tempted to make the meeting, but even if she wanted to, she was powerless to do anything. She didn't know Nadia's flight number or hotel room or anything of the sort.

Chastity picked a little of the plastic-like cheese off the edge of her burger and put it in her mouth. It was better not to get involved, Chastity thought. She was barely getting by in college, and her life as a human might well be near an end. She really didn't need any more complications.