As we strode outside, I arched my back as I stretched in the sun. I could feel Jake's eyes on me. Jake first started looking at me with lust in his eyes when I was sixteen. But he was my baby brother, and it's not unusual at, you know, *that* age, for boys to notice older sisters' bodies. I chose not to think about it at the time, and eventually Jake's eyes wandered elsewhere. But just now, I realized, maybe wearing only a sports bra beneath my hoodie was a mistake. My brother is drinking in my entire body. I know I have a good cleavage, but he's not admiring me; he's sizing me up like a side of beef.
Jake walked up to me. I was still slightly taller than him, but his shoulders were wider, his arms longer. His grip could've engulfed me. Just at that moment, so could his mouth, hanging open in lust. I cocked my head to one side. Did the money make him think society's rules don't apply anymore? Or had I grown while I've been away and not known it? Perhaps it was time to clear the air between us before this got out of control. "Hey bro," I asked, "what's up?"
"Your time with humanity," Jake replied as he grabbed me. His grip was superhumanly strong, and he forced his lips to mine. I was too astonished by his aggression to resist at first, but I sparked to anger as he gripped my tight rear.
"What the hell," I sputtered, trying to push off my brother's broad chest. He merely forced me to the table and began foundling my tits.
"Stop Jake, or I'll..., I'll..." Jake smiled, and I felt something change deep within me. Jake's hands on my nipples felt so right. I could feel his rock-hard package pressed against my sex, and I could tell, just tell, we were the perfect size for one another. My geeky little brother was suddenly, somehow, the most perfect man I'd ever seen. He ripped my sports bra off in one motion, tossing it aside, and I lay beneath my brother, naked from the waist up, and just then, for the first time, I loved him completely. I would marry my baby brother if I could. He was inside my heart, and I wanted him inside my body. I was his to command. Jake and I tore each other's clothes off. I arched my back as my brother kissed and suckled on my nipples. His lips formed the perfect O shape for my suddenly swollen nipples.
"Jake this is so wrong, we shouldn't do this, we are sister and brother, OHHHH" I moaned as he licked my newly grown and sensitive nipple.
"You want me sis, just scream it!" Jake said as he took my shorts off, cupping beautiful over my newly tender ass.
"YES, fuck my pussy little bro!" Some part of my brain couldn't believe I was saying this. He was my brother! This was incest! Against the law, and against society, and against, well, everything. But my brother, suddenly, was the only man I could possibly love. "Hurry, I need your cock inside of me!" I gasped, feeling my brother's cock poised at my entrance. I felt something else, too, creeping up my legs. Something hard and taut and elastic. Scales?
Scales, yes. I was transforming. Somehow, I knew this was my brother's doing. And if I gave myself to him, body and soul, the transformation would be complete. *I* would be complete.
"Do you want to be mine, have my cock inside, feel my cum deep in your womb, do you want to transform!" Jake said as he rubbed the tip of his thick, pulsing cock on my greedy vagina.
Deep inside, something rebelled. What if my brother made me pregnant? What if he used me and left? What if he transformed me into something disgusting?
But I couldn't help myself. I was made to be my brother's lover. I was made to receive his seed deep inside my naked womb. I was made so he could turn me into anything he wanted. I was my brother's toy to do as he commanded. And in that moment, as I realized my body was completely his, for the first time ever, I felt truly free.
"YES PLEASE"