The Anniversary

Chapter 1 Part 6

“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.