NOTE: Again, I am a Filipino. English is my second language. A nice guy helped me with my grammar but not with my storytelling skills. But thank you to that guy anyway. And I hope you'd enjoy this story. Please be nice. :) The world is full of lonely people. Spread love and not hate.
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"My cum?" Malcolm said, disbelief written all over his handsome face. "My cum is the cure?"
That question made the dinner awkward. Malcolm's mother-her name is Venus-couldn't even look at him. She was looking down her plate. His sister Sheena couldn't look at him, too. And her face was red as a beet.
"That's what the albularyo said," Malcolm's mother told him. "He said that for Sheena to get over her depression, she should have an everyday intake of cum. He said semen has several ingredients that made women happy."
Malcolm thought the idea was bizarre. But it seemed that his mother really believed that his cum would ease Sheena's depression. Filipinos really have faith in the wisdom of "albularyos" which is typically a bearded man claiming he has connections to the spiritual world and act as a medium or a healer. 'Shaman' was probably the closest word for it in the English language.
"Just send her to a therapist or something!" Malcolm said.
"Therapists are expensive," his Mama Venus claimed.
Filipinos do not believe in therapists. Even in Prozac or Zoloft. But why would his mother believe this kind of bullshit?
Malcolm closed his eyes, took a deep, long breath. "But why my cum? If the albularyo said that cum can cure her depression, why should she have mine? We can go to a sperm bank and ask for..."
Malcolm stopped when he saw that his mother was looking at him as if he was drunk or on drugs or both. Of course they couldn't do that. They would be sent into a mental institution. Or something similar to that might happen.
"I think it's better to ask for cum from someone in the family," Mama Venus said.
"And you chose me?" Malcolm pointed himself. "Me? Not dad?"
"Your dad can barely get it up!"
"Then my brother-"
"Sheena wants your cum." Mama Venus said. She looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "I'm dead serious."
Malcolm couldn't say anything anymore. He looked at his eighteen year old younger sister. Now her whole face was red. And she couldn't even chew her food. She wanted him? She was the one who chose him to give her cum? The idea of his sister choosing him as the guy who would give her the "cure" had a different effect on him. He suddenly felt feverish all of a sudden. He realized his cock was growing beneath his gym shorts.
"It's your decision, Malcolm. You have all the control, I wish I have, but I don't. You do. You can either be a whiny unbelieving asshole of a brother, or you can give her what she wants. What she needs. Your cum."
Malcolm looked down on his plate. In a twisted way, the idea was now starting to arouse him.
"I guess I have no choice," he said and sighed.
"That's right," his mother said. "Wish you had, but you really have none."
As soon as the dinner was over, Malcolm went to his room. He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking of what he had to do. He could jerk off on a jar and his sister could scoop it off but his mother said that cum is better when it is hot and fresh.
So he had to jerk off and shoot his cum in her mouth.
He heard a knock on the door and her heart raced inside his chest like a bullet train. "Come in," he said.
His sister Sheena opened the door, went inside. As she closes the door they fell silent. They just looked at each other. The eyes of his sister seemed to be begging him to make this easy for her, to give her what she needs to be better.
"You want my cum now?" he asked. The question was just fucked up, as fucked up as he was because it was making him horny.
Sheena nodded. "Please," she said.
