You can't deny the sensual feel of your brother's hands on your body. If he hasn't learned how to control his
hormones, you haven't learned how to control your new bombshell body, and for the same reason: you were
someone completely different a few minutes ago. The feel of his arms, the push of his hands, the green of his
eyes, the taste of his mouth...
...you are his. No sense denying it now. You are your brother's lover.
You lift your hips so he can slide your boxers off your body. Now you're lying naked under him. You realize
your breath is coming out husky and shallow, and your hips are already starting to tremble. He tosses your
boxers aside, and his follow right after. As he kisses you again, and slides his hands over your breasts, you
tremble in anticipation, until you feel his cock slip into your slit.
He moves slowly at first, experimentally. You feel his incestuous passion in his mouth, his hands, his cock.
You are his sister, and he is your lover. He is your brother, and you are his toy. His huge, hypermasculine
body and your exaggeratedly girly figure are a perfect match. It's as though...
You pause.
It's as though the magic jelly beans were made to turn you into incestuous lovers.
A part of your mind remembers that, although your brother has the body and the lusts of an eighteen year old
boy, his mind is still that of your underage sister. You're the submissive, feminine one now, but you still
have a sixteen year old boy's brain, and you should be protecting your baby sibling from abuse.
This can't be abuse. It feels so right.
Your small, dainty body fits perfectly into your brother's masculine form. His dick and your cunt are a
perfect match. He feels so good, moving on top of you. So... oh, god. Oh, god. Yes. Yes. You're starting to
cum. Your brother is making his sister cum. You're coming for him. You dig your painted nails into his
muscular back.
Yes.
Oh god.
I...
I love you.
Yes.
Oh.
Yes.
I
Love
You
Oh
My
Brother
My
Lover
My
God
Oh
Oh
Oh
You feel your brother loose a flood of incestuous semen into your body. His orgasm seems to last and last and
last. He fills you up. He loves your body. You love him. So perfect. My god. You are your brother's lover.
And you always will be.
A moment later, he rolls off you. You turn on your side, and he envelops you. You lie together, spooning, one
of his huge hands on your naked belly, the other cupping your breast. His dick, now going soft, is pressed
into your ass. You snuggle your ass back into his crotch, hoping you can reawaken his desires soon, because
you can't wait to make love to your brother as soon as possible.
Your gaze drifts around the room. Your torn clothes, lying in a heap on the floor. The doll your brother
dropped when he awoke and came after you. The bowl of jelly beans you and he ate, that turned you into this
single magic unit.
The jelly beans.
Oh, no. It hits you that you ate more jelly beans than it took just to turn you into a sexy, defenseless
nymphette. You feel a tingle as the next jelly bean starts to work, and you realize you also ate one that
makes you...