The Anniversary

Chapter 1 Part 5

She stepped off her brother’s lap and lowered to her knees on the floor while reaching for his arms, gently guiding them to her neck. “Big brother, I want you to f**k my throat. I want you to feel the distension in my young neck as you ruthlessly r**e it, as you force your horse c**k all the way in my stomach and stir my dinner up.” She went on to caress and kiss his shaft, as Marcus built up the courage required to follow through with her requests.

“Okay,” he conceded, after only a few seconds of teasing. In his near orgasmic state, they had felt like an eternity; his sister edging him close but denying him release every time. He got on his own knees and put his hands on her shoulders and neck. “I’ll try my best not to hurt you.”

Emilia opened her mouth wide again and swallowed his d**k, but this time Marcus was a proactive participant, pressuring her forward and guiding her motions. His c**k parted her sphincters with little of the original resistance, though they still coiled around him like the tightest of knots. With his fingers around her neck, he could feel it inflating as he violated the child’s throat, penetrating it all the way through to her stomach until twelve inches were buried inside her and he couldn’t impale her any deeper.

She put her own hands on his testicles and milked them as he explored her insides. With a large motion, he pulled out of her until he wasn’t blocking her breathing, and allowed her a couple of seconds of relief before penetrating her again. He took perverse pleasure in the deformation of his baby sister’s throat, both hands enfolding it now to take in every stretch and motion. He could feel the blood pumping in and out of her head, and her involuntary efforts for air.

Once he’d got the hang of it, Marcus increased the rhythm. He was unambiguously throat f*****g the 10-year-old, pushing his little sister’s mouth p***y to its limits and beyond. Once the feelings of guilt gave way to dark pleasure, he manhandled her without remorse, only sparing her enough consideration for her not to asphyxiate.

Those lovely baby lips of hers were now wrapped around his beastly c**k, and her elegant neck was being torn apart by her own brother. Her food pipe was milking him for semen much like her hands on his balls were. He buried himself in her warmth and her moisture, f*****g her impulsively, each motion bruising her throat a little bit more. The mass entering and exiting her was obscene; no person would be able to do it, never mind one so young. Saliva and lubricants were coming out of her mouth with his every exit, as the vacuum changed, and were matched with sloppy, wet sounds and her high-pitched moans.

For a moment, nothing existed in the world but the two of them; not his wife, not his duties, not his moral conduct. He f****d his little sister without concern, only deviant joy. He could’ve had any woman he’d wanted; it wasn’t like she was the last viable female in the world. Hundreds, thousands would line up for a chance to lie with him. He’d made the conscious decision to f**k a preteen despite all the nubile, fertile beauties begging for a moment of his time. That made it all the more twisted.

He wondered how far he could let it go. He wondered what would happen if he took her up on her offer, and forced both feet of his c**k in her infantile body. Would she embrace him as lovingly as he tore through her flesh and bathed in her blood? How would it feel to be balls deep inside a 10-year-old child? The feeling of deflowering her young throat was like a gift from heaven.

With one last motion, he buried himself deep in her stomach and unleashed all his pent up s****l frustration. His c**k flared widely, and a torrent of semen came gushing forthright inside her stomach, emptying his balls as her tiny fingers stroked them. He filled her up until there was nothing left to fill up, and his semen overflowed back up her throat and spilled out of her mouth and nose, covering her chest and the floor with fluids.

He stayed inside her until the spasms stopped and he’d poured every last drop in her stomach. With one smooth motion, he pulled out of her, twelve inches of somewhat softer horse c**k escaping her kiddy mouth, a sight that he could never get enough of. He had trouble getting his flaring tip out of her, scooping up a significant chunk of his come with it, preventing her from digesting his fluids. He exited with a pop, as Emilia kept puking more semen, gasping for air when she was done.

Marcus knelt beside her and tried cleaning her using his discarded robes. “I’m sorry, Emilia! I, uh… I don’t know what took over me. Are you alright? Do you need help?”

She shook her head and laid her weight against him when her stomach stopped churning. Marcus petted her head as she looked up at him in their afterglow. She felt so petite and fragile in his arms; his pure, beautiful baby sister. He put his other arm under her legs, picked her up, and rested her on the bed, which was decisively more comfortable than the floor, and then joined her.

“You’re such a perv,” Emilia said, snuggling under his arms, feeling right at home inside the protective embrace of her big brother. “You protested every step of the way, but when push came to shove, you didn’t hesitate in forcing your most equine of parts down my throat.”

“Don’t eschew your own responsibility. You couldn’t possibly have begged for it more. I had nothing but your best interest in mind.”

Emilia nested herself closer, using Marcus’ body like a blanket, covering her exposed form under his limbs, with her back pressing against his chest. She felt his fingers exploring her features, fixating particularly on her breasts.

“I’m sorry I don’t have much to offer,” she said. She knew Marcus loved her, but there was no denying physical reality. “I’m sure you’d much rather a less boyish woman, with a fuller, less childish form.”

“What are you talking about? You are perfect the way you are.” He placed a series of kisses from her shoulder to her neck, producing giggles along the way. “My perfectly flat little sister,” he added, fondling her breasts and pinching a n****e.

Emilia slapped his cheek playfully. “Paedophile,” she teased. “All these succulent temptresses to choose from, and yet the one you’re boning is a mere child.” She tried imitating an old man’s voice: “Absolutely reprehensible behaviour!”

“If you’ve made a degenerate out of me tonight, then I’m in a big company. Enthusiastic, even.”

Emilia couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “Oh my. Whatever shall we do with the lot, I wonder?”

“I can’t really do anything about the oglers. They can’t be faulted for staring; you do have a most tempting backside.” Emilia reacted to that comment by pressing said backside closer to his body. “As for the more proactive trio, as much as I would love to feed their paranoia for some time, I think it’d be best to take immediate action. I doubt any punishment would be considered over-the-top for ‘inappropriate conduct’ towards the nation’s dear princess.”

“Try not to be too strict, though; you might want an escape plan for if anyone catches a whiff of tonight.”

“I guess I can sympathise with their plight. I’ll try to reign in the jealousy.” Marcus planted a kiss on Emilia’s cheek. “After all, they didn’t have enough time to do anything.”

“Speaking of jealousy, tell me, big brother, how do I compare with your queen?”

“Well, uh, that’s…”

Emilia fumbled about and located Marcus’ semi-erect p***s with her lower body, placing her feet on it and stroking it. “You have seen her naked, right? I’m not remembering it wrong.”

“Yeah, I have. I mean, it’s only expected.”

“So? How does she compare?” she pressed on, her earlier impish tone returning. She manipulated him through her stroking, using her soles to arouse his manhood.

“Well, um. That’s a very difficult question…,” he replied, feeling extremely awkward in this situation.

“Is it?” she insisted while focusing her attention on the tip of his p***s, the flare having long subsided, though still maintaining an unmistakable mushroom shape; she played with it using her toes. “Is it really?”

“Okay, okay, alright! I confess: she has nothing on you. She is but a gargoyle in comparison. You’re an angel, radiating beauty from every part, and she’s plain and boring.”

Emilia hummed in satisfaction inside her brother’s all-encompassing hug. “I love it when you’re honest, big brother. Don’t worry about anything but the bare essentials with her. I will take care of all your needs.”

“Okay, but try not to be too obvious about it.”

“Oh, and something else, big brother… Do you really fancy my feet that much?” She pointed out his raging hard-on under her grasp, Marcus having attained his full length again. “I’ve noticed how you’ve been staring at me all night. It can’t merely be a physiological reaction. That’s quite the weird fetish.”

With a quick motion, Marcus turned her around so she was lying on her back, and kissed her deeply. It was true; he found her legs and feet to be highly sensual. He was aroused by her tiny soles and toes trying to manage his enormous horse c**k, and how wide her motions had to be for her to stroke his full length. She kept the footjob going during their kiss, his excitement building up fast.

Marcus straightened his posture, towering over Emilia so that he could look at her work. She raised her legs higher up, her feet nearing his face. “Since you like them so much, why don’t you kiss them too?” she offered.

He didn’t think twice before taking her up on that offer, grabbing her legs and placing a probing kiss on an ankle. He edged himself closer to her, resting his c**k between her thighs and on her stomach. He was large enough to reach up to her face, and she could feel the weight against her body. Feeling something so big and powerful on her turned her on; she placed her arms around the shaft and kissed the glans.

Marcus licked his sister’s soles; he was a very large man, and she was a petite 10-year-old child, and the size difference was blatant in how much area he could cover. Even down there, in body parts never meant to be erotic, Emilia’s inherent charms were evident. She was soft and smooth and tiny. Marcus couldn’t help but feel he was touching her somewhere forbidden, making his actions all the more intimate.

When he’d got enough of her soles, he went on to nibble on her toes. He could fit a lot of the underage child’s feet in his mouth, focusing on each individual toe of both limbs, making sure he enjoyed every aspect of her anatomy to the fullest. He alternated between Emilia’s two feet; she gently caressed his face with the one that wasn’t getting serviced.

As weird as she had found the idea initially, she couldn’t deny how affectionate it felt. She felt like her big brother was committing a taboo; devouring a most private part. She could tell he was immersed in the act and overtaken by the thrill. He moved his hips involuntarily, and with his c**k between her legs, it felt like he was having s*x with her thighs.

Though the adhesive strip protecting her genitals hadn’t been removed, she could feel the friction on them, which in turn aroused her too. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was kind of getting into it, too; initially, it felt like Marcus was tickling her feet, but now it wasn’t all fun and games. Eventually, her arousal became too much to bear, and she lowered a hand to her privates, as she kept stroking her brother’s horse c**k with the other.

Marcus was in his own little world, servicing Emilia’s lower body limbs. He kept concentrating on her toes and soles but was also paying attention to her slender calves. His hip movements were growing rougher and faster, as did his excitement; he could probably climax from Emilia’s legs and thighs without ever penetrating her. In fact, he’d much rather release his seed like that than in the orifices of any other woman, as no one could possibly compare to his sublime baby sister.

He felt Emilia twitching in orgasmic pleasure, soft moans escaping her mouth, and her breathing growing heavier. That broke him out of his trance just long enough to notice her trying to pleasure herself, a finger buried between her buttocks and playing with her anus. Although he’d love to spurt semen all over her body from the stimulation of her legs, he knew Emilia probably had other plans for tonight, and he didn’t want to be that selfish.

Emilia noticed his awareness, and immediately her face reddened. “Ah, big brother…,” she said, her certainty finally giving way to some shyness. She had tried to appear confident and in control, she still was a little 10-year-old girl deep down, and she was ever so slightly ashamed she was taking so much joy out of her feet and her bum. That wasn’t how s*x was supposed to work. It was so wrong, yet pleasurable in its debauchery.

“I can’t be the only one having fun here, can I?” Marcus said. He spread her legs wide and took his p***s off her abdomen, so her pelvis was clearly visible. Her arousal was obvious even through the adhesive strip, which had lost most of its potency and was now barely sticking on her young flesh. “It’s a bit unfair, you know. I’ve been naked all this time, but you’ve been hiding your nicest part.”

“Oh, brother. You can take it off if you want to,” she said, although she was apprehensive about being fully exposed in front of him. She knew he loved her in earnest, but that was the place where her childishness would be most evident, and she feared disgusting or alienating her dear brother.

Marcus grabbed a loose corner and easily removed the strip, which was dripping with Emilia’s fluids. Her p***y was glistening and pink; it was as smooth and tiny as the day she was born, with barely any development has taken place since. There were no labia minora or a c******s to be seen behind the child’s puffy lips, only the vague hint of a bright pink slit, waiting to be spread. If there were any doubts that he was f*****g around with an underage girl before, they were gone now.

“So, Emilia, where do you want me to, um…”

She fumbled about for a little bit to collect her nerves, but she eventually responded. “I’d love to be sodomised on the royal bed, and I know you’re interested in that sort of thing, too, given how much you’ve talked about my rear end, but…” She lowered her hands to her cunt and spread it apart. “I need you to prove your dedication to me. I want you to take my virginity.”

“Emilia…”

“It’s okay, big brother. If you’re worried about spoiling me, I’m sure a gulp of your milk would suffice to undo any lasting effects and maintain my pristine prepubescent state you’re infatuated with. I could even be made to appear younger if that’s what you’re into.”

An image of the tiny, 5-year-old Emilia obsessing over his body flashed through his mind momentarily, but it was immediately dismissed. “No, I—”

“But for now, I need you to prove you are serious. I truly love you, big brother. I’m not playing around just to have a good time. I’m prepared to give my everything for you.”

“I feel the same way.”

“So I want you to take me as you would a proper woman. We can do the rest later if you want.” Emilia blushed again as she displayed her vulva and v****a to her brother. “Y-you don’t need to worry. I haven’t had my period yet, so— ah!”

Marcus had heard all that needed to be said, so he took the initiative and kissed his sister’s lower lips. Her baby cunt tasted so sweet and rejuvenating; a juice he was the first to drink. The first man to touch her, to lick her, to open her slit and explore her insides.

“Oh, brother…! I want you to take me, I want you to f**k me with your huge c**k!”

He obeyed as soon as he was done ensuring she was wet enough. Looking down, it seemed impossible that this undeveloped body could take any man, never mind one of his proportions. She was a 10-year-old child, unfit to be wed or to bear children. She was petite, hairless, and skinny, with no signs of maturity. Her vulva was as virginal as a newborn’s.

And yet… the passion that dominated him when he poked her entrance with his glans was unprecedented. She was pouring lubricants like a w***e in heat, drenching herself and the bed with her vaginal fluids. She’d asked to be f****d, and she’d had plenty of time to retract her demands. Marcus was about to find out what the insides of his baby sister felt like, a privilege many would give up their entire domains for.

He started pushing in, trying to enter her impossibly tight hole. He was about as wide as her thigh, so he wasn’t certain if it was possible at all, even though she’d taken him in her throat and stomach previously. He saw her features tighten, clenching her teeth as her invaluable purity was being shredded at such a young age by her own brother’s beastly c**k.

Whatever arcane effect had allowed her to gulp down his shaft was working out fine for her v****a also, as her slit parted impossibly to take in the oversized intruder. Emilia clutched onto the bedsheets, trying as best she could to contain her moans as her brother slowly penetrated her. Her kiddy f**k hole widened inhumanly as the horse c**k devastated her virginity, not even her cervix being much of an obstacle, giving way and granting entrance to her infertile womb.

She lost track of space and time for a moment, as the abuse her p***y was suffering mixed in with multiple orgasms; the sensation of being filled whole. She was uncomfortably tight, even with all the lubrication, but unbelievably soft, exactly the sort of way a little girl ought to be. Marcus could make out the dilation in her stomach, and eventually, he bottomed out in her uterus, finally ready to make love to his little sister.

He bent down to kiss Emilia, but she quickly broke her kiss. Amidst gasps and moans, she managed to blurt out a few words. “Why are you stopping, big brother? You’ve still got a long way to go.”

Marcus looked at her crotch to confirm what he already knew: even though he’d gone as deep in her as her genitals should allow, more than half of his pole was still outside. He looked back, sceptical at her suggestion. “I don’t think—”

Emilia locked her legs behind him and edged him forward. “As I’ve said, big brother, I want you to give me everything you’ve got. I don’t want you to stop until every inch of your manhood is inside me.” She could see Marcus was worried about hurting her. “Don’t worry. I’ve had enough of your seed inside me already to endure any intrusion. Now, brother,” she said with another push of her legs, “make me your prepubescent cocksleeve.”

There was nothing she could say that would make Marcus fully comfortable with the idea, but he’d seen a number of weird things today, so he couldn’t write off her suggestions as out of the realm of possibility. Even if he was unsure, he’d have to trust her to know her limitations, because she was his dear little sister and his incestuous lover.

Resolved to f**k her as she’d asked, Marcus, kept pushing inside her. It didn’t seem like he could make any more progress, but soon enough her cunt stretched beyond its normal limits, taking a little bit more of his length. He kept going with a slow but steady pace, careful not to stretch her so much she’d break, her young folds enveloping his d**k, keeping it warm and moist.

As more and more of his meat was stuffed in her, it became harder for her to contain her moans. The distension in her belly crawled progressively upward, inflating her once flat stomach to ever more obscene levels. She put her hands on it, feeling the bulge shaped like her brother’s c**k.

“Look at this, big brother,” she said. “I can feel you rearranging me. I’m being turned into a receptacle for your c**k! Go on! Put it all in me and f**k me; f**k me until I’m looser than a breeding mare!”

Marcus didn’t know if he could pull through with her request, as the insertion had already reached all the way up to her chest, but he couldn’t deny his dear sister. He kept going against his better judgement, Emilia’s bulge acquiring a life of its own and, instead of tracing her chest, running parallel to it as if it was a new body part.

He buried himself so deep in her that her bulge looked more like the main volume of her body, with a little girl’s head and limbs decoratively attached to it. As shocking as it was for him, it was world-rending for Emilia, who stared at her own body in disbelief, before being assaulted by orgasm after orgasm until her eyes rolled back into her head and blanking out.

He’d finally done it; he was all the way inside Emilia. The penetration boggled the mind: two feet of horse c**k were buried in a tiny 10-year-old child’s cunt, her body deformed beyond recognition, the outline of the phallus visible in her abdomen, protruding hideously up against her face. His darkest desire had become reality as he’d f****d his kid sister's balls deep.

Emilia was utterly ruined, more in spirit than in body. No matter how hard she might try to regain her virginity and her tightness, she’d never been able to get these memories out of her mind. Every man after Marcus would seem insignificant, and every pleasure ephemeral, unless she was willing to actually become a breeding mare for overzealous stallions. No one would be able to reach so deep inside her and f**k her like he was.

Something deep inside Marcus was pleased; something evil and possessive. It dawned on him how foolish he’d been so far, trying to deny his feelings, trying to find a mate for his sister and pretend nothing had happened. This was the proper state of affairs: Emilia impaled on his royal d**k. He deserved this pleasure for his deeds and for his patience, and no one had a right to deny him his happiness. He was the people’s most adored, most prolific king, and his reward was a perfect child-wife. Preteen Emilia, the nymphette of divine beauty, the consummate female.

Emilia had pissed herself, a combination of pressure against her bladder and losing her mind. Her legs had given way, as her pain and pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Marcus put his hands under her and gave her some support, lifting her lower body to a more comfortable position.

In a few moments, she’d regained enough sanity to utter words. “I love you, big brother. Now, f**k me, with all your rage, and all your lust.”

That’s what he’d planned on doing, even if she hadn’t asked, but it was good to know she wasn’t regretting her decisions. Marcus began to pull back, the bulge subsiding with his exit; he could only comfortably pull away half his length, so that would have to suffice for f*****g her.

Emilia placed her hands on the bulge, preparing for her big brother’s insertion and wanting to feel him ravaging her petite body inside and out. As she’d requested, his mind was filled with nothing but the desire to dominate her, to climax inside her, to soil her to the point of uselessness.

With one fast motion, Marcus entered her fully once again; after stretching far enough to accommodate him once, repeat motions were much easier. He did the same thing once over, experimenting with the pacing and the motions. Once he’d got the hang of it, he f****d her faster and faster, increasing to a furious pace, r****g her womb.

Every time he entered her fully, she lost a small part of herself. Orgasms hit her one after another, mercilessly taxing her awareness. Her cunt let out disgusting sounds, as orgasmic fluids were pumped in and out of her, and as the vacuum of her hole changed. Her lips clung to Marcus’ shaft like they were one and the same, refusing to let him leave, gripping onto his flesh.

But most of all, her body bent and stretched obscenely to fit the intruder. Marcus couldn’t help but stare at it; the sight was electrifying. The child’s flesh is deformed and distorted in the shape of his organ and the rhythm of his movements. From the underage vulva, now hardly resembling its former state of purity, all the way beyond her chest and almost to her face, her skin took his shape like heinous clay.

He pummelled the 10-year-old, his excitement building a bit more every time he was balls deep in her cunt. His full attention was devoted to the act, and all his senses were partaking. The faint taste of her virginal lubricants, the stench of their sweat and blood and orgasm, the warmth and tightness and softness of a child, the hideous distortion of her form, and the sound of their moans, gasps, and screams.

He could feel himself approaching climax. He thought of what he was doing, and what he was about to do. He was shredding Emilia’s p***y, destroying her innocence, taking advantage of her childish naïveté and her love for her big brother. He was supposed to be protecting her and caring for her, and instead, he was stuffing her full of his c**k. He was about to come inside her, and she hadn’t even had her first period yet. It was so wrong, and that’s why he wanted to do it.

When the moment came, it was like someone opened the floodgates. He thrust into her one last time and held her there as he pumped her full of his semen. Her already struggling p***y quickly overflowed with his fluids, and they came spilling out onto the bed. There wasn’t much left of Emilia by the time he was over; her mind was lost to the barrage of pleasure.

Marcus stayed like that with Emilia—connected to the hip for a little while—until his arousal subsided and it was time to call it a day. He carefully exited her, leaving her p***y wide and gaping. He could see the bright pink goodness all the way through to the edge of her womb, her entire genital tract one continuous orifice.

He held her close and kept her warm as the two of them had a short moment of rest.

Sometime later—he couldn’t tell; it could have been minutes, it could have been hours—he was awoken by Emilia fidgeting in his arms.

“Hey, big brother.”

“Hey, Emilia.”

She leaned in on his chest, taking in his masculine smell, and enjoying his powerful embrace. “That was fun,” she said. “Let’s do that again.”

“Mhm…”

She grabbed one of his hands covering her back and guided it downwards. Initially, he thought she was trying to cover more of herself in his warmth, but then he noticed how she’d strategically rested it on her butt.

“It was as good as I imagined. No, better!” she giggled. “Thank you, big brother. Even though you were afraid, you overcame your worries for me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, little sister. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

She’d said nothing to that effect, but Marcus did what her body hinted at, and took the initiative to play with her arse. With a serene smile on her face, she looked into his eyes, even as he explored her nether regions and inserted a probing finger in her still virgin anus.

Emilia moved in to kiss him and then pushed him on his back. This time, she guided both his arms on her backside; by now, Marcus had got the message of what she intended to do.

“You’ve been a good boy, so I’m gonna let you have me where you’ve wanted to the most,” she said. She laced his chest, neck, and face with kisses, loving the manly features of her brother, the one true king. As he started stretching her with more and more fingers, she whispered in his ear: “f**k your sister’s s**t pipe.”

The night hadn’t yet ended.