by Paloma Eroti
Mrs Crow muttered, “Amen!” in a fanatical voice a few seconds after her husband, a well-built old woman fanning herself in the heat.
“Hallelujah!” shouted his youth preacher Jack from the back of the church.
“Hallelujah indeed, brother Jack!” Pastor Robert nodded, smiling, and slipped discreetly back behind his pulpit. He continued to echo “Hallelujah!” as it rang throughout the church, encouraging their fervor to build. He bowed his head a moment as though in prayer, but was secretly willing his erection to subside before someone noticed the front of his robe was beginning to tent slightly.
Then he raised his hands towards heaven. “Let us sing with the choir, good people, and pray to find salvation in the arms of the Lord!”
Let me find salvation in the arms of my sweet sister, Pastor Robert prayed silently, and smiled at Ginny when she stood up to sing.
After church, was the pastor’s sinful thought, I’m going to push inside your hot little cunt and shoot my load in you, baby sister.
When the church was finally empty, Pastor Robert locked the main door and turned to Ginny, who was still collecting up hymn sheets. “I can’t wait until we get home,” he said, staring at her lustfully in her virginal white dress. “Come with me into the vestry. I need you.”
She stared, her face a picture of innocence and surprise. “You n … need me, Pastor Robert?”
He strode towards her and took her in his arms. His kiss was forceful. “You think I didn’t see you looking at me all through the service today? You kept licking your lips and playing with your dress, then crossing your legs and getting restless. I knew what you were imagining down there.”
Her face flushed with heat. “Oh brother …. ”
“You hot bitch.”
“I’m so sorry, Pastor Robert. I tried to keep my face blank.”
“I don’t think anyone else would have noticed you shifting about in your pew and licking your lips like a horny virgin dreaming about sex in church.” He took his sister’s little hand and pressed it against the bulge under his pastor’s robes. “But it had quite an effect on your big brother, you little slut.”
She looked shocked by his stern tone. “I didn’t mean to sin.”
“Oh, but you did, you whore. You knew just what you were doing, listening to me thunder on about sin while all the time offering your sweet body to me in front of the whole congregation.”
Pastor Robert cupped her breasts in the tight white dress, enjoying the way his baby sister squealed. It gave him a kick to remind her of their relationship, and his position in the community, how their wicked and lascivious acts of fornication were bringing them one step closer to the pit of hell.
“You have led a previously blameless man into sin too. A pastor! A man of God! Your own brother!” He pinched her nipple through the thin silky fabric, and shook his head in disapproval when his sister began to pant for more. “Oh, you may look like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth, Ginny. But I know a good hard cock might melt, it’s so hot in that sinful hole.”
She moaned at his obscenity, kissing him back. They were step-brother and sister, but their tongues played together hotly, and there was nothing sisterly about her hand running over the bulge of his cock.
“Come on,” Pastor Robert insisted, and pulled her along by her arm into the vestry. As he closed the door, he heard a distant thud somewhere in the church. Frowning, his gaze swept the empty pews, checking they were alone. But he could not see anyone.
“What is it?” Ginny asked softly.
“Nothing.” He shut the door and locked it, then pulled her towards him. “Church is over. Time to play.”
She giggled, and helped him off with his robe. Then she started unbuttoning his jeans and dragging them off. Soon he was wearing nothing but his black T-shirt and underwear, his cock tenting out the material. She stroked it, biting her lip, then pulled them down too, freeing the beast.
“Oh my,” she murmured, and sank to her knees before her brother on the hard wood floor.
Robert placed a hand on her blonde hair, and smiled as she took his cock in hand and began to lick the swollen end.
He loved his younger sister’s obedience and submission, which went beyond anything he would have imagined possible only a month before. In Ginny he had found his perfect mate, an innocent girl not only willing to surrender up her virginity to him, but her womb too, eager on all occasions to have him pump her full of semen. In the past few weeks, Virginia had never once told him, “No,” when he demanded fellatio or intercourse, and seemed totally willing to be his sex slave, even serving him about the house like a wife.
He grinned to himself, congratulating himself on his luck. His wayward sister had never served him like that before he had taken her virginity!
“By the way, thank you for doing the cooking and the dishes last night,” he murmured, watching as she swallowed several inches of cock with apparent delight. “Dinner was delicious. I meant to clear the table afterwards, but the way you fucked me was so hot, I fell asleep and when I woke up this morning, it was all cleared away.”
She removed his cock from between her glossy pink lips and smiled sweetly up at her big brother. “It’s odd, but I don’t seem to mind doing woman’s work anymore. Besides, it’s only fair that I pull my weight. You earn the money, I cook and keep house for you. That’s the natural order of things, isn’t it? And I like clearing up after my big brother. It’s my pleasure to serve you, Pastor Robert.”
He groaned, his cock twitching at such complete female subservience, and jerked her head forward so that his shaft filled her mouth again.
“Serve me then, and keep sucking!”
He watched her, licking dry lips as he considered how he would fuck her. There were few things sweeter than pushing inside her cunt, still tight despite his frequent entries, and cumming inside her freely and with deliberate intent to procreate. They had been enjoying sexual relations most nights that month, and had not been taking precautions. How long would it be before she was carrying his child?
He imagined how his pretty young sister would look pregnant, cleaning up the house with a round belly and swollen breasts, and nearly shot his load in her mouth.
Pastor Robert gritted his teeth. He must not shoot his cum into her mouth, but only in her belly. That was God’s will, he was becoming more sure of it every day.
“Dear Lord,” he prayed quietly under his breath, watching his cock glide in and out of her glossy lips, “look down on your sinful servants, we pray, and guide us to be fertile together, so my seed is not wasted in sinful discharge inside this girl. We may be sinners, but help us to do God’s will in producing a child from our fornication, through our Lord Jesus Christ, Amen!”
“Amen,” she muttered about his cock.
He stroked her silky blonde hair, enjoying the girlish feel of it, then pulled his cock out of her mouth. The thick shaft gleamed with spit as he fisted it, already nicely lubricated for its next destination.
“Bend over the desk,” he told her coolly.
“Yes, Pastor.”
He waited impatiently while she rose from her knees, hurried to the desk in the vestry, and bent over it. Face-down, she put both hands back and slowly hiked her tight white dress up over her hips. Her bottom was exposed, and the neat crease of her now shaven sex, for he had insisted she keep herself clean-shaven down there for his nightly visits, clasped by a red strip of lace.
“What is this disgusting object?” he demanded, fingering the red lace strip that covered her pussy.
Ginny sounded understandably nervous. No doubt she had thought he would wait until they got home before having intercourse with her, and that she was safe to wear this filthy whorish garment without being caught.
“It’s called a th … thong, Pastor.”
“It’s only fit for a godless slut to wear!” He gave her six hard slaps on her bare ass, making sure it hurt, and she squealed after every one. “Take it off at once. And when we get home,
you will burn it. You must wear only the plain white panties I have bought for you, is that understood? I do not expect my baby sister to look like a cheap whore when she is beneath me.”
She was already wriggling out of the red lace thong, and threw it aside now, her voice trembling. “Forgive me, Pastor. It won’t happen again.”
Her ass was red as the lace now, with the imprint of his hand clearly visible. He stroked the outline of his spanking, and heard her catch her breath.
“Don’t make me angry with you again, Ginny.”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
Pastor Robert closed his eyes. He enjoyed hearing that submissive tone in his sister’s voice. God knows it had been missing for many years, even though he had tried to bring her up correctly. She had prayed, and kept herself a virgin, yes. But she had never really obeyed him properly and fully until this past month. He wondered if her subservience was going to his head a little, and decided it would be a good thing to practice abstinence once she was carrying his child. He did not want to dishonor God by taking too much pleasure in a woman’s willing flesh. While the goal was procreation, he felt God would turn a blind eye to this sin. But if his lust continued on after she had grown large-bellied …
He slipped an exploratory finger inside her cunt. She was wet. Ready for him. Ready for his seed.
“Good girl,” he muttered, then wedged the swollen head of his cock between her lips, and shoved himself in to the hilt.
His sister grunted at the force of his entry, but said nothing, her cheek flat on the desk, her body prone before him. Lord, her pussy was tight! Still only just eighteen, her young body seemed unwilling to stretch to his cock, however many times he used her.
Robert put his hands flat on the desk, on either side of her shoulders, and began to thrust long and deep. She moaned in submission, and he leant further forward, his belly brushing the edge of her silky dress, gathered in folds about her hips. The friction was pleasant, and soon his balls were slapping the tops of her thighs too, a strong fucking rhythm set up so he could enjoy her pussy at his ease.
It had been a difficult morning in church, and now this girl bent over his desk was his reward, an obedient female surely given to him by God to relieve his tension.
That was what he told himself, anyway. That Ginny’s body was his to enjoy by God-given right.
He did not wish to face the possibility that the Lord might be angry with him for despoiling his virgin sister. Still, how could God be angry? No one had discovered their lust. His days went on as before, with meetings and church admin and prayer. It was all very normal and boring and straightforward. And at night, he would go home, remove his clothes, and fornicate with his step-sister without any punishment for his sin.
If God was truly angry, would He not have intervened by now?
She began to mewl and claw at the desk, a thin sheen of perspiration on her face.
Pastor Robert smiled down at her indulgently. He disapproved of female masturbation in general, for it seemed to increase a girl’s desire for sex, which was sinful outside marriage, whereas at least male masturbation relieved a man’s lust. But in this case, there was a good reason to allow Ginny to stimulate herself during sex with him. (Though never on her own, he thought sternly.) If his sister had an orgasm just before or after he did, it would help his seed to enter her womb. He had looked it up on the internet.
“You may play with yourself, Ginny,” he ordered her.
Her hand crept between her thighs, and he felt his sister rub repeatedly at her clitoris while his cock drove in and out of her hole. Robert groaned with pleasure, feeling himself stiffen and swell inside her, but he held back from coming. He did not wish to have his orgasm just yet.
“Down on all fours,” he told her hoarsely.
It was a position he particularly enjoyed.
She obeyed, dropping down on her hands and knees before him, facing away, her white dress still bunched about her waist.
“So obedient,” he whispered, and his heart swelled with pride. This was the young woman he had raised from a girl, and see how instinctively she knew her place, how readily she accepted his rule?
He had done something right there, he felt sure of it. However wrong it felt to be taking advantage of his own step-sister, knowing how innocent she had been before he took her virginity, this submission on her part at least proved that Ginny wanted this. Deep in her heart, she was eager for his domination, to serve him and be pleasured in her turn.
And he was happy to be her master, and show her the way. He had guided and protected Virginia as her brother. Now he would so as her lover.
He knelt behind her, gripping her by the hips.
Her skin was so smooth and flawless, her reddened ass a work of beauty in itself, that he merely stared for a moment, stroking between her peachy-smooth ass cheeks with the head of his cock.
Then she moaned, as though frustrated by waiting for his cock. “Please, Pastor,” she begged him. “Please fuck me.”
Hearing such a crude obscenity coming from his sister’s mouth made him snap back to attention. He raised his hand and slapped her bare ass.
“Silence!”
She whimpered and wriggled about, bowing her head to the floor. He pushed his cock down and found the hole he had been seeking. His erection slid inside with no difficulty this time, her narrow channel already moist and keen to be entered.
“Oh Pastor,” she sighed at his penetration. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He pushed deep inside, the broad head of his cock spearing her with ease. He felt his balls tighten, and grunted, holding back the lava eruption of cum with an effort. Then he gripped her by the hips again and began to thrust, not slowly this time but fast and deep, building swiftly towards his climax.
His head buzzed with pleasure, and Pastor Robert looked down, enjoying the slap of his body against hers, the moist squelch of her pussy as his cock entered and exited, her little sighs and squeals, her swaying hips and buttocks. He was particularly excited by the way his obedient sister backed herself to meet every inward thrust, a partner in sin, not unwilling to be used and filled, but urging him on, playing Eve to his lustful Adam.
Not for the first time he considered that the first men and women on this world must have indulged in incestuous relations, and given birth to incestuous children as the result of their lust. For how else could mankind have sprung from such a small seed pool?
He grunted, feeling his cock thicken inside her. “I’m cumming!” he groaned, pressing deep into her cunt. “Take my cum, Ginny. Take it all.”
“Yes, sir,” she hissed, and circled her hips, inviting his seed like a born whore.
“I’m going to plant a baby in your belly.” His hands tightened on her hips as his cum swelled, his balls drawing up. “That’s what you want, Ginny, isn’t it? To carry your brother’s child in your womb?”
“Yes, brother. Make me pregnant. God’s will be done.”
“God’s will be done,” he repeated hoarsely, then thrust hard up towards her womb and let himself cum inside her.
His cock shot hot cum like lava inside her, exploding as his head exploded, his eyes closed, his teeth gritted at the intensity of the sensation gripping his head and spine and buttocks, right down to the tingling soles of his feet.
It felt for a moment like he was dying. Then his eyes flew open and he could see everything more brightly than ever before, like his eyes had been washed, all the colors in the world renewed.
“Fuck,” he groaned, letting the last throes of pleasure rinse through him. “Holy fuck, Ginny … That was so fucking good.”
As though in reply to that praise, his sweet little sister dipped her fingers inside her pussy while his cock was still in there, finger-fucking herself and feverishly circling her clitoris.
“Oh my god!” she shouted, and slammed her head on the floor as she came. Her body jerked beneath him as she went into some kind of electric spasm, her v
oice high and almost incoherent with pleasure. “Oh shit … my god … Pastor Robert … I … love … you!”
His cum was dripping out of her spasming cunt, the narrow walls contracting about his shaft. He pulled out slowly, and watched his cum drip out, wetting the vestry floor.
“You’ll have to clean up that mess before we leave, Ginny,” he told her sternly, and stood up, reaching for a hand towel to clean himself.
“Yes … sir … ” his sister gasped, and collapsed onto her side on the floor, her dress still about her waist, fingers tucked wantonly inside her sodden pussy.
He smiled, looking down at her, and shook his head. “Such a slut.”
“Your slut, sir.”
“That’s right,” he agreed coolly, and reached for his clothes. “And don’t ever let me catch you giving yourself to any other man. Is that understood, Ginny? My cock, and no other man’s. My cum in your cunt, and no one else’s. Repeat after me.”
“Your cock in my cunt, your cum in my cunt, and no one else’s,” she repeated sweetly, still lying exhausted on the floor at his feet, her cunt totally exposed to him. Her pink pussy looked as bruised and moist as her soft lips, her glossy lipstick smeared from sucking his cock.
What a beautiful sight, he thought, and crouched to pull down her dress, smoothing it gently over her young hips.
“My sister,” he murmured, “and now my girl.”
“Yes, Pastor Robert.” Her shy smile reassured him as she got to her feet and used the whoreish red lace thong to wipe up the mess of cum and pussy fluid left behind on the vestry floor. “I’m your girl, and this will be your baby I’ll soon be carrying.”
“And no more of those sluttish garments,” he told her, fastening his jeans, and gave Virginia a tender slap on the ass as she walked past. “I like my sister to look pure and natural, just as God made her. Is that clear?”
She smiled and kissed him on the lips, her tongue playing sweetly with his. “Yes, Rob,” she agreed obediently, then tucked her hand in his. “I’m ready to go home now, big brother.”
“Come on then, little sister. And when we get home, I want you to move your things into the master bedroom. No more of this separate bedrooms business. From now on, we’ll behave as husband and wife at home. Not brother and sister.”
