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The Saint of Predators

By Duane O’Day

My younger sister happened to be having a sleepover while I was home from college for winter break. I want to emphasize that a 7 year age difference isn’t such a big deal. She’s a very filled out 12 and I’m 19. I will also divulge that I’m hardly a Casanova. The only time I’ve had sex was with an extremely drunk fat woman at a party as a teenager and we were both completely stoned and drunk. And what I mean is that when she was stupefied and half passed out I removed her pants, raw dogged her hairy snatch, came inside her irresponsibly, then panicked and fisted her and ate my own cum from her vagina.

Because I’m shy and masturbate to pornography. Because all my friends are on the internet. I’m a Mommy’s boy. Because I honest to God thought I might never see another vagina in my life. A lucky drunk slut. We really hit it off.

Anyhow, not my fault she drank too much at a party. I was 17 and she was, allegedly 61 but looked younger drunk and prancing around. This was also the last time I had any pussy, 2 full years. Oh, well, one other time. Can’t believe I forgot. Just a few months ago too.

So I arrive at home around 1 am, driving from college to home. I mean, I drove almost 4 hours. My body was kind of achy but I was so tired I almost had morning wood. I walked into the kitchen trying to decide between water and coffee. Mom left the lights on for me. Mommy knows to be kind to me. I’ve taught her over time. And in the kitchen my heart pumps copious amounts of blood from my brain to my cock. I might be a reclusive gangly teen but I do have a nice dick. My internet girlfriends always like it but swipe away when I show my neck-beard or pimples or giggle glasses. My little sister is holding a cow-penis emulating bong, speckled like a cow and pink. She’s wearing a tan ushanka and an extremely tight white tee shirt that’s pulled down but … no panties at all. She puts the bong on the counter, giggling. She looks like she might fall over. She can’t even open the fridge to assuage her munchies. Completely helpless. I smell the perfumes of her friends, sniffing. Sister has always had some cute friends. Yes, I admit to sniffing their clothes. Their panties. I want to believe some of them had a crush on me but it sure never seemed like it. Just so shy. My voice cracks. Can’t talk to girls unless it’s chat or posting. But sister … I mean we have juvenile bonds, don’t we? She’s developed beautiful little breasts, absolutely sumptuous under her tight tee. I can see her pink nipples. My heart is making my penis bulge. I take in her furry knee high-slipper boots, and I stare between her legs. Bald and bare. Just a smear of smooth mauve flesh at her slightly parted, velvety lips. She coughs a cannabis cough and looks at me with her big minty eyes. She’s a preteen beauty. All grown up young. There’s an atmosphere of vulnerability. Maybe all her little sleepover friends are snuggled like gerbils in her room. I feel like a blister faced monster but adjust my glasses. Allow me to rationalize that she’s put herself in this position. The weed odor is giving me a thrilling contact high. She didn’t wear panties. Her stupidity is consent. It’s shocking to see her smoking bud, I realize how much of her life I’ve missed masturbating in my room and now away at school. It’s her own fault. She reeks of reefer. Sometimes Mommy smokes. She knows I’ve been in this position, too stoned to defend myself at a party. I got beat up by a bully in front of everyone and he gave me a public wedgie. I wasn’t invited to the party at his house so he kicked my ass. I attended the party with a thought to meet more completely inebriated whores who would sing in their sleep. No such luck, of course. He gave me an atomic wedgie in front of everyone. I cried so hard my salty tears stung my face. Humiliation that cost me the remainder of high school. Dropped out and attending a 3rd rate business college. I pick her up like a big brother should. She hugs onto me like a koala and I grope my own sister’s tight, warm little butt. She holds me like a little sister genuinely happy to have big brothers assistance as she’s had a real coming of age moment. I can’t. Jesus I shouldn’t. My hands touch the small of her back, the angelic little bow in her sultry lithe body. Her back is making me harder than groping her did. She is completely, gurgling high off her ass. Her gerbil brain won’t register any of this in the morning.

God her flesh is lucky honey suckles. I pull her bulbous, onion sized butt cheeks apart. I smell her dirty little asshole as her pucker farts a cannabis fog. I walk into my bedroom with her arms wrapped around me. Her feet are like pliant, furry pears in snug boots trying to peel me off her. Her body is gorgeously tiny and unable to separate us.

I can one arm the squirming gerbil as I push down my sweats and step outside clogs. Not much of a dresser. Not into impressing the masses. Just me being me.

‘Justin no, please don’t,’ her voice is syrupy and high pitched. Her kicking furry boots go still as the inevitable proceeds. The surrender in her mint green eyes reminds me of Mommy.

‘You’re an idiot, Joni. It’s really dumb to smoke that much. Some pervert could come along.’ She kicks and struggles a little but I’m a mammoth atop a gerbil. I grip her wrists and arrange my pelvis for her honeypot. Her legs are too short to fully wrap around me. She thrashes and her ushanka tussles off. Her blonde hair spills onto my bedsheets. Clean bed ready for her favorite son.

She jostles against my belly, greasy with sweat from my enormous sexual anxiety. My brainwashed porn brain dabbles with everything from breeding her raw to making her lick my asshole. I toss her onto the bed in my dark room. I barely get my pants down and my purple onion tip punches out her resistance and cums inside her. The tingling ruination of my incompleteness is a shame I know well. Still, mission accomplished.

She passes out. Cute as a daisy.

That’s correct, lasted around 7 seconds inside her taut hole. I am honest, at least. I pull out and it pops like cork from champagne. I put my sticky penis under her tee and it runs up her belly like a pink python. I hump her body, humbled and unable to generate another orgasm. I mount her chest, still stiff and pull her head to my tip. My girthy pink cock throbs and glows pink under her tee. I can half-lift her ornery little body with my dirty dick.

‘That hurt,’ Justin she wails and rubs her little hands up and down her body. She isn’t all that traumatized. I’m assuming she got off. Not much of a lady’s man.

I’ve often theorized she had a crush on me. Her infantile buxom lips seal around my piss-hole. She lovingly teases my slit with her slippery tongue. I pee in her mouth and watch her throat swell as she swallows. She continues nursing on my tip. I expel a few tepid marbles of deep-sack jizzum. The bottom of the well.

‘Cummies,’ she eagerly slurps. She’s going to worship perverts forever if she can recall this.

I leave her there, passed out and leaking my cum. I take the sofa, then comfort her in the morning as she says she’s very sore. She limps to the kitchen table saying she can’t remember anything at all. I can do better than 7 seconds, just need to practice with my internet girlfriend.

Mommy is bustling in the kitchen, readying the coffee. She’s wearing a ludicrously short velvet kimono. Her preggo breasts are falling out left and right as she hurries to make us breakfast. Naked under a robe and broken by her son. Mommy is my best friend. I think if sister as a close second. She knows a late breakfast is the belt. I taught her as soon as I could overpower her physically. That’s natural. I think it’s wholesome and natural. I ruminate about it while I stroke. Her face is like Joni’s but a little more faded. A little less joy. She’s always been my favorite girl. She looks upset and degraded, tired of everything but broken and subservient. She looks so tired at being here.

Me too, Mommy, me too.