Finding A New Religion

Amy sat in the pew and listened to Father Jacob speak. Lately, the service had focused a lot on the sanctity of marriage and fecundity. There had been a serious drop in attendance in the church, particularly in the youth sector. Amy guessed that the church was pushing for babies to ensure the trend didn't continue. Amy was sad she couldn't help. She couldn't find someone in the church she really connected with, and the boys her age in move secular groups didn't want to wait until they were married.

She sighed. Her family raised her Catholic. She went to a private, all girls, Catholic school. Why, she wondered for the millionth time, was she the only one in church? She worried about her family's souls. Mother and Father worked so much she'd had maybe a hug from either once this month. Her brother, Frank, just didn't bother with church.

She bowed her head and prayed for them. Not for her. She was strong. She feared she'd be alone in God's presence.

After service, she said her goodbyes and headed home. She went straight to the laundry room and pulled out the load she'd put in the dryer that morning. Most of it was Frank's. She smiled fondly as she folded it all. He was so protective of her. Despite only being 16 months older, he acted like his only purpose was to protect her from the evils of the world. She was blessed, truly.

She walked the laundry up two flights of stairs and headed for frank's room. His door was open half way, so she nudged it open and stepped in, then froze in shock. Frank was completely naked on his bed. He was wearing a VR headset and had earbuds in his ears. She could hear loud, female moans from the earbuds, but Frank's grunts and moans while he pumped his penis in one hand and fondled his testicles in the other was much, much more obvious.

Amy's muscles felt paralyzed. This was a sin. Her brother masturbated. He gave in to the sins of the flesh. How could he? And the VR headset. What was he watching? What was he hearing?

Frank's penis jerked, hard, launching thick, white semen into the air and all over his chest. He moaned loudly, pumping through the orgasm, his muscles spasming as he went on.

Amy dropped the basket and all but flew across the hall to her room. She leaned against the door, gaping, eyes wide.

"God, forgive me," she whispered. She'd watched her brother masturbate and orgasm. Sure, it was initially an accident, but she's stayed.

She'd stared.

She'd liked it...

He sinner's mind was filled with lust. She wondered if this was a routine she could take advantage of as she glanced at the clock. She wondered if her brother knew she'd be home just then and wanted her to see him. She wanted him to. What was wrong with her? She'd never seen a naked man before. She'd had a sex-ed class, but a medical picture wasn't remotely appealing. What she'd just seen filled her with desires she'd only heard other girls talking about.

Amy stood there for 20 minutes before sliding to the floor. She sat there for another hour.

There was a knock at her door.

She jumped up with a squeak and tore open the door.

Frank stood there, dressed and smelling of his body wash. His arm was up in the air as if to knock again. He laughed. "Hey Ames. Didn't mean to startle you."

"Uh... no worries." She could feel herself blushing.

"Just wanted to say thanks for taking care of my laundry." He stepped up To her and hugged her tight. "You've always taking care of me. That's why 'Ill always take care of you, sis." He kissed her on the forehead and took a half-step back. "You on want anything in particular for dinner? I was gonna order pizza, but I thought I'd ask you first."

Amy nodded, still flushed, "Sure. Pizza's good."

Frank laughed again and trailed a couple fingers a long her reddened cheeks. "I didn't mean to get you that bad, Ames. Sorry about that, again." He sobered a bit. "Got a call an hour ago. We've got the house to ourselves this week. Father's Paris and Mother's in L.A." He shrugged.

Amy's embarrassment faded, replaced by disappointment and frustration. Steeling herself, she pulled Frank into another hug.

"I'm sorry, bro."

Frank sighed." Yeah, well. You'd think I'd have learned by now."

Amy growled. "You shouldn't have to. Neither of us". She pulled away, her hands on his shoulders, "I'll always be here. Trust my word. They love us, but they'll never show it like we want. So it's up to us to be here for each other." She met his eyes, her own gaze firm and caring. "Got it?"

Frank smiled. Amy noticed he'd teared up a bit, the softy.

"I love you, Ames."

"I love you, too, frank. Go pick out a movie and order that pizza. Actually, make it two. Just you and me." She kissed Frank on the cheek and swatted him away.

She closed the door and took several calming breaths. She absolutely despised seeing her brother hurt. Her parents promised, over and over, to spend time at home with him. Lies. Broken promises. Well, she thought, I'll do whatever I have to do to keep his spirits up. This week was for him.

It was about that time she remembered his penis, spraying semen over his chest and felt a tingling sensation between her legs as her nipples hardened. "I need a shower."

30 minutes later, she felt much more prepared to spend the evening with Frank. She put on a house dress and headed downstairs. Frank was flipping through the channels like a madman, obviously not seeing anything on "Nothing on?" she asked.

"Plenty on, actually. I'm struggling to find something matching your sensibilities." He glanced up at her, then at himself. "Don't get me wrong, Ames. You look fantastic. I'm not sure if you overdressed, or I underdressed for this occasion."

Amy looked. Frank was wearing a cotton T-shirt and loose pants that reminded her of MC Hammer pants, if far less... puffy, Regardless, the disparity was clear.

"I dressed for comfort, mostly." She'd paused at the door. "I suppose I could change. With just us, there's no real need to consider propriety. "

Frank laughed. "Ames, I was teasing, despite your accurate conclusion, we could wander around naked for the week if we wanted. Probably best to answer the door dressed, though."

Amy blushed, remembering Frank's naked body. "Don't be crude, Frank," she mumbled.

Frank laughed harder. "You're so fun to tease, Ames."

Amy flopped down on the sofa, her face red, her mind a mix of emotions in the vicinity of embarrassment and annoyance. "We were speaking of poor TV options?"

Frank was rendered useless for a couple minutes as he laughed at Amy's blatant attempt at a subject change. Amy sat through it, as she always did. Frank wasn't mean-she was too easily affronted and she knew it. His laughter, in a strange way, made her happy, despite being the cause.

Finally, Frank took a deep breath and lay back on the couch. "Oh Ames, the joy you bring to my life." He smiled fondly at her.

Amy petulantly stuck her tongue out at him.

Frank chuckled and tumed to the TV, once more flipping through the channels. "Don't stick it out unless you intend to use it, sis."

A flash of Frank's penis in Amy's mind turned Frank's usual response into something entirely new and decadently dirty. "See if you can find something. I'll be right back," she said in a surprisingly steady voice. She stood and headed for the kitchen.

Frank nodded. "If you're going for wine, I'll take some, too."

Amy hadn't considered the wine, in truth, but since they were about to eat it wouldn't be a big deal. Regardless, she had other business to attend to. Once in the kitchen, she knelt.

"God, forgive me. I am being overcome by lust," she whispered. "I saw my brother masturbating and I liked it." She paused. "A lot." She swallowed. "Help me, God. Strengthen me. Purge my heart and mind of this filth. I do not want to act the whore I fear I am becoming." She took a deep breath, realizing she'd begun speaking faster in panic. "Amen."

Amy rose and grabbed a couple wine glasses. She poured a little 1902 in her glass and took a sip. She had to concentrate to avoid moaning. She absolutely adored this vintage. Okay, she adored wine, but she was quite fond of this vintage. She swore there was a hint of peach that had no reason to be there, but which accented it so nicely.

She finished it off and poured another, then grabbed a second glass and the bottle for frank.

Frank flicked through the channels. It was always a bit of an effort finding TV he could watch without Amy's prudish nature showing. He couldn't relate. He hadn't gone to a private school after 4th grade. Their parents hadn't demanded it of him, unlike with Amy. For that reason, his beliefs were for more secular. It was extremely unusual, he'd learned, for a family of means to only provide one child with private education. Fortunately for Frank, it had meant he'd had ample opportunity to explore, casually, the farer sex. Amy had been, in his opinion, absurdly sheltered at an all girls catholic academy. And while he knew _from personal experience - that some of the girls were more... sexually aware... than others, flirting with both him and his sister, Amy remained staunchly virginal in every way. Even the suggestion of sex and she hid her eyes. Even kissing, closed-mouthed, made her avert her gaze.

He chuckled. Only he seemed able to make her blush like she did. Anyone else she'd just huff at and comment on their impropriety. One suggestive comment from him, however, and she'd be beet red. He loved it. Since she'd never done more than mumble that he was being crude, he kept at it. He wished she'd relax just a bit.

As fun as it was to tease her, he worried about going too far and making her truly uncomfortable. The idea of their relationship being damaged genuinely worried him. He paused on a Lifetime movie, considering.

Amy walked into the den, wine in hand. She was surprised at the Lifetime movie Frank had stopped on. She'd expected HBO to get a reaction out of her. As she sat, he turned to her, a contemplative expression on his face, quickly turning to pleased as he eyed the wine. She laughed and gave him the glass and bottle.

Frank poured a glass and made a show of tasting it, to Amy's amusement. Frank didn't

Have her palette, He just liked a buzz.

After half a glass, Frank turned his attention back to his sister. "Listen Amy, I'd like to have a serious talk, if you're up for it."

Amy almost dropped her glass. Instead, she gulped it down and poured another, slightly saddened she'd wasted the flavor.

For an instant, her mind was flooded with possible ideas of what Frank wanted to discuss. His masturbation episode... did he know she watched? Was he going confess that it had been intentional? Was he interested in an incestuous relationship? Did he want to be her first.... Everything! As a tingling spread across her skin and between her legs, she realized that she really, REALLY wasn't sure what she wanted from him at all. But her whorish mind was supplying ideas she'd never considered before.

Eyes wide, mouth gaping, she nodded and sipped her wine. Repeatedly.

"Amy, I tease you a lot. And I admit I love your reactions. But I realize I may not have been being fair to you. I've never actually asked if you're okay with it." He paused and took a being drink. He met her eyes. "You are too important to me to risk potentially damaging our relationship. So, if I've ever crossed a line, I'm sorry. And I'd like to ask you to always tell me if I say or do anything that bothers you enough that you consider pulling away from me.", He looked away, his expression one of naked vulnerability. "It makes me sick to think of losing you."

Amy tried to take another sip, but found the glass empty once more. She looked at it, a bit confused, then set it down. She sat back and fixed her posture. She considered, thoroughly.

Frank waited patiently for her to respond. She wasn't freaking out or anything, so he didn't expect anything outrageous.

Amy was... confused. That was not what she'd expected. And it put her in an even move awkward position.

God, grant me strength, she thought.

"Frank, let me first say that you're never said anything so extreme that I have even momentarily contemplated distancing myself from you. She took a deep breath. "That being said, I have discovered some things about myself today that make me uncomfortable. I wish to confess to you, but I fear you may wish, after, to distance yourself from me."

"Amy..."

"No, please let me get this out."

Frank nodded. "All right."

Amy took a deep breath. "I have become... aware... of the sin of lust." She stared at her glass on the table. "My mind is plagued with ideas of... incest... with you." She paused.

She hoped that he'd interrupt her again, but he remained quiet. "I saw you today. Naked, your hand pumping your penis until you released your seed. I could have left. I watched. I am a whore. A sinful whore to have done so. Even worse, God has not seen fit to free me from the memory, or the questions of incest between us that have flooded my brain since."

Tears began falling from Amy's eyes. "Your loving tease to not stick my tongue out unless I intend to use it? I fantasized licking your penis. Tasting your seed. Truly, God has seen my heart and knows I am an incestuous whore. And then, you tell me it makes you sick to think of losing you.. My very first thought is of us, as husband and wife... consummating our incestuous marriage."

Amy tried to pour a new glass of wine, but she realized she was shaking too much up. Silently, Frank poured her a half glass. She drank it down.

"Frank, you see? I don't deserve the affection you offer. God damns me to Hell, and so should you. In being honest, I realize I've looked at you a long time in this way. Only after seeing your naked body did I see how far gone I was."

She sat in silence, tears flowing steadily from her eyes.

Frank guessed he was in shock. Amy's confession was... a lot to take in. At first, he'd wanted to laugh. Lust? At 18, just disovering Lust seemed absurd. But then, she said she'd seen him... watched him... and instead of being appalled, he'd discovered a bit of Lust himself. Amy was a taboo powerhouse. Catholic School Girl. Sister. Virgin. And repeatedly flagellating herself with the moniker of 'whore' made him wonder if she'd be the kind of girl who liked being shamed during sex. It would explain why he got away with teasing her when no one else did.

He considered what to do. He'd never seen her this fragile. He could deal with his desires later. for now, he had to be certain she would be okay,

"First things first, Amy. Did seeing me masturbate make you want to pull away from me, or do you just think I will or should, because of what's going on in your head?"

'What's going on in my head?" Amy growled. "Don't protect me from the truth, Frank, Your sister is an incestuous whore. If you continue to love me despite that, it is because you are far more forgiving than I am of myself. I should join a convent and set you free of my wicked visage.

Frank simply stared for a moment. "You didn't answer, Amy. Do you WANT to separate yourself from me after seeing me masturbate?"

Fresh tears spilled from Amy's eyes, "Don't you understand, Frank?" she said at a whisper.

"I want you MORE now... In new ways.. sinful ways... even now, my whorish mind is pushing me to say and do things... it won't stop..."

"Like what, Amy?" Frank asked. He was well and truly aroused, both mentally and physically.

Amy began shaking. "I want to see your penis again... I want to touch it.... Lick it... I want to taste your seed... I want it all over my body.... I want to bathe in your scent..."

Frank's hand moved to his cock. He squeezed it through his pants. He was so turned on that he knew he could cum in seconds.

Amy continued, tears still falling, "I'm a whore, Frank. I deserve to be used like a whore..." She met his eyes. "I want to. I want YOU to... I'm so sorry."

Frank pulled his cock out of his pants. "Is this what you want, Amy?" hecaskes.

Amy looked up, caught sight of his cock and immediately leaned forward as if drawn to it by gravity.

"Stop, Amy."

She froze, mouth open, tongue out, her hand reaching for his member. Her eyes flashed from his cock to his face, again and again.

Frank stood up slowly and dropped his pants to the floor. "Sex before marriage is a sin. Incest is a sin. Yet you are ready to put my cock anywhere I'll let you. You really are a whore, aren't you?" He paused to see how she responded. She simply stared at his cock with intense yearning.

"But you want to be My whore, correct? You're giving up Heaven to be your brother's little cock whore."

Amy licked her lips. "Heaven?" she thought. "Why would God make her want her brother's penis this much?" As long as Frank would have her, she'd never go to church again. HE was her Heaven. She would worship the temple of his body. The desire raging through her body was more real than anything she'd ever felt.

She nodded to Frank, still poised, mouth open, hand out.

"No. I. want to hear it, Amy. I don't play when it comes to consent. Do you want to be your brother's personal cock whore?"

She swallowed. Her panties were wet. When had that happened? "Yes, Frank. I want to be your whore. I want your penis, please."

"Say 'cock', Amy, You're a whore, remember? You don't get to be all prissy anymore. Say it right." He gently stroked his cock. It wasn't an effort to stay hard. Not now, but he was enjoying as Amy watched, eyes following his hand up and down.

"Yes, Frank," she said quietly, but intensely. "I want to be my brother's personal c-cock whore." She shivered as a rush of pleasure roared through her.

Frank pulled his hand away from his cock. Her statement was almost enough to make him alone. He wouldn't last much longer. "To your room, now."

Amy stood and all but sprinted to her room. She opened the door and stood aside.

Frank followed quickly after. He pointed at the middle of the floor. "Go there, get naked, then kneel," he said.

Amy obeyed. Her dress flew from her body. Her bra and panties were off shortly after.

She knelt.

Frank took off his shirt and stepped up to his sister. "Give me your hands, my little whore."

She lifted them to him, palms down.

He turned them over and brought them to his cock. He had her wrap her thumb and pointer finger around the base of his shaft and instructed her how to massage his balls.

Amy obeyed without hesitation, eyes wide. She constantly licked her lips as she visualized his cock filling her mouth.

Frank began masturbating. He tried with all his might to take it slow, but there was no stopping the orgasm that wracked his body. He fell to his knees, unable to hold himself no up.

Amy carried him down by his cock. She squeezed and massaged his cock and balls as cum shot from his cock head. She pulled closer to him as he knelt, trying to get as much as she could in her mouth, but was just as pleased with his warm seed dripping from her face, chest and tummy. She continued massaging and stroking him long after his orgasm settled, committed at drawing every drop from her brother's beautiful cock.

He'd been right, of course. She'd been clinging to the last vestiges of innocence by calling it a penis. Now, coated in a sheen of Frank's cum, she saw the truth. She was, without question, her brothers cock whore. And she loved it.

Frank opened his eyes and gazed down at his little sister. He'd never seen such pure, unceasing joy. How the hell his cock did this for her, he'd never know, but he wanted to see that joy on her face forever.

He looked her over. Amy was 5'1" to his 5'9". She had dirty blond hair and blue eyes to his brown on brown. Amy took after their father in coloring - he after their mother. After that, he stopped comparing and just looked.