This choice: Fredrick gets to sit down and catch up with her calmly. • Go Back...Chapter #5Fredrick gets to sit down and catch up with her... by: Mr.Radis   Note: (From this chapter, the story will follow Fred as the narrator)
As Abby wound down on showing me everything and talking my ear off, we go back to the couch and Abby makes a detour to the fridge and comes back with some beers.
She hands me one, and I take a long swig, letting the cold liquid calm my nerves. She settles on the couch next to me, leaning back and taking a sip of her own.
"So, little brother," she says, her voice soft and inviting. "Tell me how have you been? What brought you to Morph City?"
I fiddle with my beer bottle, not sure how to start. "Well, you know Dad. He's... he's very set in his ways. I got tired of him trying to make me into his idea of a perfect son. I wanted to see the world, start my own life. And... you offered me a place to stay, so I took you up on it. Didn't know it was Morph City though," I admitted, taking another sip of my beer.
Abby nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Yeah, I can see how that would be a bit of a shock. But I'm glad you're here, Fred. Really. I've been wanting to get to know you better, as adults. And who knows, maybe you'll find that you like it here. You're young, free, and single. Who knows what kind of adventures await you?" She gave me a playful nudge with her shoulder, making me laugh.
"And what about you Abby, how did you became a Zebra on news TV?" I asked, genuinely curious about her transformation and the life she's carved out for herself in Morph City.
Abby takes a sip of her beer, a slight grin playing on her lips. "Ah, well, that's a story. So, you know I've always had a flair for the dramatic. After I left home, I got into acting, did some theater, and then I caught the eye of a talent scout for a morph news network. They were looking for someone to host their new 'Morph Living' segment and they thought I'd be perfect for it," she explained, her voice taking on a dreamy quality as she recalled her past.
We were talking with each other for quite a while, I was getting drunk like Abby, but she was drinking twice what I took. Time is passing, our conversation diverted to her different relationships with other Morphs. Talking about her previous lovers, Abby has started to remove some of her clothing to a point I was able to see almost everything of her. She's getting drunk more and more and seems to forget that she's almost naked in front of me.
She lies on the couch, with her thick legs, she spreads them wide apart to make room to her massive bulge between her legs. As I look at that monster hidden in her modified pantie, I can smell her musky scent, arousing and intoxicating. She is so drunk that she doesn't even realize how close my eyes are to her naked body. She continues to talk, but her eyes are heavy, and she is about to fall asleep.
I can't take my eyes off her massive breasts, they are so huge, they look like massive beach balls. Even though she is lying down, they are still pointing up firm, her huge nipples, protruding through her bra, begging to be sucked. My cock is now rock hard, I can feel it pressing against my jeans, it's getting uncomfortable.
Then, I can see her balls twitching under the thin fabric of her pantie, her cock starts to grow, it slides out of her panty, it becomes more and more visible, inch by inch, until it's fully out, thick and veiny, at least 18 inches long. Pre-cum is already leaking from the tip.
I can't believe it, I'm staring at my own sister's hard horse cock.
Abby is still talking, her eyes fluttering closed, her head lolling to the side. "...and then I thought, fuck it, why not? So we went to his room, and the rest is history..." She lets out a soft snore, her breathing even and deep.
I'm frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. Then one of her hands start to trace her black horse cock and the other one goes under her pantie and massage what must be her horse vagina under her balls sack.
I'm frozen in place, my cock throbbing in my pants, I can't look away from the sight of my big sister pleasuring herself right in front of me. I can hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier. She starts to moan softly, her hips bucking upwards as she slides her hand up and down on her long twitchy shaft.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it. Just like that," she mutters to herself, her voice thick with lust.
Her hand continues to work her thick cock with swift. The air is filled with the scent of her arousal, a musky, intoxicating perfume that makes my cock ache even more. I struggle with myself, a war raging inside me. I should leave, turn away, this is wrong, so wrong. But fuck, I can't. I'm transfixed by the sight of her. I've never seen anything so erotic, so filthy, and yet, so attractive. It's like my body and my subconscious don't recognize my sister in this erotic form.
My cock is throbbing painfully in my pants, desperate for release. I can't take it anymore. I need to feel something, anything. In a rush, I leave the room and head to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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