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Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. -- The Game, Chapter 1 (mF, mf, 1st, blackmail, inc, mc, impreg?, M-solo, oral, reluc) by Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com) -- I'd been playing SpiritWalk, that game where you go around in the real world binding powerful spirits on your phone using AR (augmented reality). Once you do that, you make the spirits fight in quests, which in turn makes them more powerful, etc., etc. You know the one. It was fun and addictive; everyone was playing it, like my sister, and even my mom! It got me out of the house searching for spirits, so Mom was happy. I pretty much lived in my room otherwise. There was a reason for that. I've always had a knack with computers, even when I was younger. By age 12 I hacked into my school and changed my gym grades to a B (an A would attract too much attention) so I could still get on the honor roll. When I was 14, I had hacked into some local banks and siphoned off 1% of every rounded cent (yes, I stole that from Office Space, who stole that from Superman III, but I made sure not to take too much; just enough so that I always had some cash on hand). Now, at 16, I was going to hack this game. Why should I have to walk all around town searching for rares when I could just use "god mode" and bind them all? I won't get into the details, but through some trades on the dark web I managed to get the IMEI (the unique phone hardware number) of the maker of the game, Trenton de Ruyter. With some additional work, I managed to sniff out his login credentials. I started the game, logged out of my account, entered his stolen credentials, and waited. "Please wait..." it said. I held my breath. Finally, after a few agonizing seconds it showed, "Downloading Master Console..." Yes! This "Master Console" was completely unlike the rest of the game. It was utilitarian, less polished, and had buttons for "Game", "Players", "Spirits", and "Advanced". Under Players there were options for "Search" and "Near Me". I tapped Near Me and saw my sister and a few neighbors (Mom was still at work). Tapping my sister, there were options for "Chat", "Ban", and "Take Control". That last one seemed interesting, so I tapped it. I guessed that it would allow me to take control of her account...maybe I could mess up her collection of spirits? "Please wait..." it said again. I sighed and waited. After a minute I started feeling antsy. It wasn't indicating that it was downloading something...was it a bug? After waiting another minute, I exited the app and started it again. This time when it loaded the Master Console, the Advanced option was grayed out, indicating that it was unavailable. WTF? I tapped Players and selected my sister again, but the "Chat", "Ban", and "Take Control" options were likewise unavailable. I tried tapping "Take Control" anyway, but as expected, nothing happened. I tapped Spirits and was given more options, including "Spawn". I tapped that and was given a list of spirits, as well as a prompt for the location to spawn it. I chose the rarest and "Near Me", and then switched back to my account. Sure enough, there it was in my room, visible through the app! I quickly moved my finger to trace along the spirit's unique symbol that showed on screen and bound it. Booya! No more tooling around town trying to find rares! I felt a moment of panic when I realized that I hadn't used a VPN to hide my location, but if I had done that then the "Near Me" option for spawning the spirit wouldn't have worked. It was a gamble, but the makers of SpiritWalk were just a game development studio, not The Pentagon, so I figured I was safe. -- Trenton de Ruyter checked the notification on his phone. A login on his account from another city? He pulled up his Master Console and went into the Players view. He could see himself twice on the map, the other pushpin a few states over. A hacker! Well, his location security measures were in place, so whoever this was would encounter a generic "Please wait..." message when trying to access certain sensitive features of the Master Console. Trent was just bringing up his "Change Password" option when he had a second thought. Instead, he went into his Master Console's Advanced page and created himself a new superuser account. He logged out and back into that, and then quickly downgraded his old account so that it couldn't access any of those sensitive features, one of which would be very bad for de Ruyter if it was made public. Then he removed the fake timer from that account. He had created a "honeypot", as it was called in internet security. Within a minute, whoever had hacked his account had created a rare spirit and then logged out. Trent used his console to find which player had bound that newly spawned spirit. Interesting, he thought, reading the player details. Then he called his personal private detective. -- I was sitting in class, bored since I had finished the pop quiz early, so I pulled out my phone to play the game. Again, I used the Master Console to spawn a rare spirit, a dragon one this time, a few feet away. I quickly swapped accounts. "Oh!" Mrs. Whittaker, my teacher, exclaimed from her desk. She had been on her phone as well, and swiveled to point its camera at the spirit I had just created. Shit! I pointed my phone at the spirit and moved my finger along the shape that appeared on my screen. Bound it! "Aw!" Mrs. Whittaker looked up from her phone and surveyed the room. I was still pointing my phone to where the spirit had spawned, so it was obvious that I had scooped her. "Victor!" she called out to me. I was caught! Victor McCullough, that's me...not Vic, thankyouverymuch. "Come with me, young man, and give me your phone," she commanded. I heard snickering from some of the other students as I got up to follow my teacher. I rarely got in trouble, but lots of people were happy to see the smart kid taken down a peg. I followed Mrs. Whittaker down the hallway, watching her shapely rear as it wobbled side to side in her skirt. My brown-haired teacher was thirtysomething, had a young kid, I think, but was still in good shape. Her phone chirped and she looked at it as she walked. Then she stopped so suddenly that I almost collided with her no cushiony-looking butt. She was staring intently at her screen. She was so close now that I could smell her perfume. Mrs. W stood there for a good 20 seconds and I was about to look around her to see what was so interesting when she grabbed my hand and took me in the opposite direction. "Where are we going?" I asked. The office was the other way. She opened a stationery closet and pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. "Mrs. Whittaker?" What was going on here? Then she bent down and started unfastening my jeans. "What the hell?" I grabbed her hands. She looked up at me. "You let this happen or your phone's confiscated, Victor." Despite the situation, or maybe because of it, my cock had started to fill with blood. There was now less of it in my brain, so that may have helped with my decision; I dropped my hands. Mrs. W unzipped me and fished my hardening member out. A moment later my cock was in the warm heaven that was my teacher's mouth. "Oh shit..." I moaned. Masturbation had nothing on this! My five-and-a-half incher was hard in no time. "Mmm..." she moaned, the vibrations from her mouth transferring to my cock. Goddamn! Mrs. W seemed to be a pretty good cocksucker, I guess because she was married, but I didn't really have anything to compare to. Soon enough she brought me to orgasm and I blasted her mouth with my cum. She moaned again as she swallowed it all down, continuing to suck until she had completely drained me. She zipped me back up and stood. "Now, no mention of this, or..." she handed me back my phone, "this really will be confiscated. Understand?" "Yes ma'am," was all I could say in response. Then we went back to the classroom like nothing had happened. -- "Mission accomplished," said the boy's teacher through the hidden chat feature of the game. Trenton de Ruyter smiled. He had been in his office when he received the notification on his phone that the boy, Victor, had spawned another rare spirit. Trent quickly determined that Victor was at school and scanned for other players near the boy. Quite a few, but only one actively playing in the same room. He looked that player up, and once he figured out that Victor's female teacher was taking the boy to the principal's office, which would probably involve the confiscation of Victor's phone, Trent had decided to intervene, activating the "Take Control" feature that he loved so much. When Mrs. Whittaker had received the push notification through the app, she had no choice but to follow the commands that had appeared on her screen. Hours and hours of playing the game had drilled its subliminal messaging deep into her mind, creating a command infrastructure that the Master Console's "Take Command" function could make use of. Like hypnotism, but combined with a reward system that activated some of the pleasure centers of the brain, making not only the game addictive, but the control system itself. de Ruyter was particularly proud of that. Not everyone was susceptible. Some minds just didn't take to the subliminals, and according to the app's analytics data, Victor's was one of them. This could have been over quickly otherwise, but Trent had accessed Victor's permanent record through his private eye and liked what he saw. Let's have a little fun, he had decided. -- I got home and puttered around on my computer, my mind flashing back to my first blowjob earlier that day. Mrs. W hadn't shown any interest in me before...why had she done that? I wasn't complaining, but I appreciated logic, and it made no sense. Women...I shook my head. After dinner, I again spawned a rare in my room and bound it. I was looking forward to being able to kick anyone's ass in the questing part of the game once my spirit army got built up. A few minutes later there was a knock at my door. "Yeah?" My ash blonde older sister opened the door. "Gina? What do you--?" I began. She closed the door behind her and pulled her t-shirt off. She hadn't been wearing a bra, so her B-cup boobs bounced free in the air. "Wha--? Gina, what are you doing?" She pushed me back onto the bed and reached for my pants. I grabbed her arms. It was happening again, and this time with my sister?! "Stop!" I hissed. I didn't want Mom to hear. She looked at me. "Let this happen or I scream rape, Victor." Fuck! She was half naked in my room, and no one would believe me over her. I let go. Soon my pants were off and she had taken me into her mouth. I hadn't been hard, but the warm, moist, inverse pressure quickly remedied that. My sister looked up at me as I stared at her sucking me for all she was worth. She wasn't as experienced as Mrs. W, but still pretty good. But she was my sister! She pulled off of my cock with a popping sound. "Close your eyes if it'll help. I'm not stopping until you cum." Then she started to suck again. Moaning, I lay back and did just that. Why was my stupid sister doing this? I didn't suddenly experience a huge growth spurt or have my acne clear up; I was still the same awkward geek as always. What had changed? I heard Gina moan in frustration. Right, she wouldn't stop until I came. I thought about Mrs. W, earlier, her big boobs bobbling in her blouse as she blew me. That helped...really helped...reaaalllyyy... "Huhnh!" I grunted as I came into my sister's mouth. She gave a startled sound and gulped down my spend. Then she pulled her mouth off and I heard her gasp for breath. I looked to see some of my cum dribbling down her chin. She gathered it on a finger and slipped it into her mouth. "Thanks, Victor," she said as she donned her t-shirt and left. I just lay there, confused. -- "Mission accomplished," Gina McCullough sent back to Trenton de Ruyter. Trent zoomed in on Gina's profile picture. Very nice! Too bad she wasn't closer, or he'd use his Master Console to get himself some of that as well. -- Before bed, I knocked on Gina's door. "Come in." I slipped in, closing the door behind me. Gina had a confused look on her face, as I never came into her room. "What's up?" "I wanna talk about earlier." She narrowed her eyes. "What earlier?" "You know...the blowjob." "WHAT THE FUCK?" Gina was livid, and loud! I held out my hands. "Okay! You don't want to talk about it. Not so loud, please!" "Get the fuck out of here, Victor!" I did. -- In the morning before school, I again spawned a rare, this one an eel with electric powers, and bound it. Then I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. When I got back to my room, my sister Gina was laying on my bed, naked! "Jesus, Gina!" "Lay down!" she commanded, getting to her knees. I couldn't help but notice the trimmed hair around her pussy. I mean, she's my sister, but I'm a guy, y'know? I'd never seen a fully naked woman in person before. I did as commanded, last night's threat to cry rape fresh in my mind, and she unfastened and pulled down my jeans. "Ohh..." I moaned as she took me into her mouth again. I closed my eyes again. This was too weird! I was going to be late for school if this took too long, so I thought about Mrs. W again. Soon I was close, and then suddenly Gina pulled away. I opened my eyes to see her clamber on top of me, lining my turgid member up with her pussy. "No!" I moved my knees up to block her butt from moving downward. "Mooomm..." Gina called out, too quiet for Mom to actually hear, "he's raaaaping me..." "Shit..." I got the message and dropped my knees back down to the bedcovers. I couldn't take my eyes off of my sister's pussy lips as they split around the head of my cock and it pushed inside. Why was I losing my virginity to my sister? We both moaned as she adjusted her angle and half of my cock slipped into her hot, syrupy insides. She pulled up a bit and then bore down again. A couple more times, and I was buried all the way inside her. Then she started to bounce. Blowjobs were incredible, but actual sex was way better! I couldn't keep watching my sister do this to me, so I closed my eyes again, thinking about Mrs. W. I had already been close from the blowjob, and I felt the tingle rise up my shaft. My eyes flew open. We weren't using a condom! Was Gina on the pill? She had a boyfriend, but that didn't guarantee anything. "I'm gonna cum!" I told her. "Uh huh..." she groaned, thrusting harder, her boobs bouncing. I figured if she wasn't safe then she would have dismounted, so I stopped worrying. I was so close that not even the sight of my sister, my familial friend (and sometimes enemy) for my entire 16 years, could stop it. "Unhh!" I cried out as I came. My teenage sperm shot out of my cock, splashing my sister's forbidden depths. "Urgh..." Another spurt...another...so much cum! I looked up at Gina, her mouth open in a silent scream. I felt her insides squeeze another spurt from my balls as she came as well. Then she relaxed and we both started breathing again. "Why?" I managed to get out. She pulled off of my softening cock and we both groaned. "Just had to," she replied before she grabbed her clothes from the floor and returned to her room. -- Trent had Gina recount her incestuous adventure to him over the game's chat window. The older man hadn't needed to masturbate himself since he had created the Master Console, but as he read, he pulled out his cock and soon ejaculated into a tissue. That was hot! He was definitely going to enjoy playing with Victor. To be continued... ---G Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com