Satanic Sister [incest, anal, ritual Satanism]
copyright: 2005.  Adults Only.

    My relationship with Lisa has been one of the strangest that has ever
been shared by man and woman.  She plays so many roles in my life.

   In the thirty-third yeah of my life, I discovered something astonishing.
I had a sibling.  My mother, having made a sad mistake, three years before
I was born gave her away.  My father had been working abroad and never
knew. There was no way they could afford a child and they both knew it-so
the first born of my parents grew up a thousand miles away.  The reunion
was the strangest experience of my life-how could it be that after so many
years I was no longer an only child?  It was the strangest thing imaginable
to me, and I had no idea what the future would hold-or that the strangeness
was only beginning.

   Her art impressed me first.  When we were first introduced, she was
wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair tied loosely in a pony tail.  Lisa
dressed that way often, as artists are wont to do, and she was dressed that
way on the night I agreed she could use my spare room as a
art-studio-bedroom.

   "It has lots of windows, that's for sure." I said.  I'm not really using
it for anything other that storage, and there are far more storage areas in
this house than I can use.  You have access to the porch here, completely
separate from the rest of the house, and of course, there's Treebeard out
there."

   "The tree yes...I can't wait to paint that.  God, Ashley its hundreds of
years old.  I love the name."

   "Yes, certainly before there were white people in this area.  Probably a
hundred years before that." It was no exaggeration on my part.  The tree
was a grand old oak, all too rare these days.  A tree for a druid.

   "You'll want to take that easel down to the cemetery.  It's a good spot
for a picnic.  I walk the dogs down there almost every day."

   "Good of you to let me stay here-I promise it won't be long.  And I'll
do my share." I had no idea what that would come to mean.

   Lisa was the ideal house companion.  I was embarrassed at the amount of
work she did for me.  I've never taken well to feeling like I owed anyone
anything though, so I could understand her motivation.  Finally I could
stand it no longer.

   "Lisa...this is great-but you really don't have to do this."

   "You don't like it do you?  I'm cramping your style."

   "No the place has never looked so good...it's just...I feel like I'm not
offering anything up besides a room I never use." Lisa smiled as if at some
private joke, and left me to work on her painting.

   A couple of days later I saw her painting, humming happily to herself in
her bedroom/studio.  She ignored me as I walked in but couldn't have missed
my presence there.  I took the liberty of walking up to her since the door
was open and she was obviously dressed.

   "May I see?"

   "Of course.  It's not finished yet but your welcome to look." What I saw
was a black-winged angel, writhing in a torrent of flames.  The image was
obvious.

   "The Fall?"

   "Yes.  It's my favorite theme."

   "Mine too."

   "You're joking right?"

   "I have a certain fondness for the Left-Hand Path.  I'm not sure what I
believe; except that god must be evil incarnate if the Bible has any truth
to it at all." I thought for a moment.  "If intentionally wishing to
disobey god, and the possession of a desire for individual liberty makes me
a minion of Satan then I suppose that's what I am."

   "I can't believe the coincidence Ashley.  No one has every expressed my
feelings as exactly as you just have.  I feel like I'm the only one,
sometimes, that sees past the lies of religion.  Especially the
monotheists. Have you done much reading on the subject?"

   "I have a few books, but ultimately I think the only real way to be a
"lefter" is to view it as philosophy rather than religion.  I'm a
historian, and I'm concerned with the things of man, not of god.  But in my
very of history, I've come to take a very dim view of religion in general.
If your interested in the ceremonial aspect, its mostly neo-Pagan/Wiccan
based stuff.  I don't hold much truck with it myself but your welcome to
look at it.  Just make sure you read the philosophy as well ok?"

   "Thank you brother.  I'll do that.

   I never even thought about what I was doing.  I was supposed to be at
the Renaissance Festival.  All weekend.  Sometimes I suddenly decide I need
to do something else.  It's quirk of mine.  I'll be at a party or a club
and suddenly I'll decide to just leave.  It can be upsetting to those who
don't understand me.  I've never really cared.  My time is my own.

   So at the far end of the house, I entered my office, and relaxed for
about an hour, smoked some hydro, drank a beer, and then decided to head
for bed.  It was, after all, three am.  As I walked across the floorboards
I began to hear her voice.  Later I was surprised she didn't hear
me-nothing moves in silence in an old house like that; footsteps echo of
the walls like the distant boom of cannon fire.  Whatever noise I made, she
was either oblivious, or studiously ignored it.  Her voice was filtering
through the door of the ballroom, a long room I entirely shrouded in black.
The furniture had been pulled to the walls, and in the center of the room
she had made a circular sign I recognized as baphomet-the inverted
pentagram.

   My heart skipped a beat.  She had found my books, I was sure of it. 
After all, what were the chances that she had found her way down the left
hand path as I had?  She had done beautiful work, making a circle of salt,
and crowning the essential points with candles.  She knelt in the center,
facing away from me, naked as proscribed.  You must understand, that, never
having had a sister, or any other remotely attractive woman who was close
kin, I was pretty-well hardwired to regard any attractive woman with
appreciation.  Her red hair positively exploded with coppery essence from
the candlelight.  Her arms were raised high and her body radiated
sensuality as my gaze worked its way down her back, past the beautiful,
heart-shaped ass that rested on the balls of her dancer's feet.

   I was determined to watch.  I removed my boots as quietly as I could,
the noise somewhat masked by the soulful piano coming through the stereo
speakers.  In my socks I could move easily in the shadows to see her from
the side.  I wanted to see what she had placed in the center of the circle.
What I saw was a photograph of myself.

   The Rite of Seduction.  I knew the words she spoke.  And it was clear,
beyond doubt, that I was the focus of the ritual.

   "With this candle I invoke the sin of Lust." From the southern point of
the baphomet she lit a sixth candle-a black taper.  "Hellfire live long and
hot within this cunt." Before I knew what was happening she lowered the
flame between her legs and I heard the sizzle of her own juices
extinguishing the flame as the candle found its way inside her.  I watched
as my sister began to fuck herself with the candle.  She was now lying back
on the hardwood floor, legs splayed wide with the south point of the
baphomet directing all the power down between her thighs.

   I don't know to this day whether the magic worked.  Part of me doesn't
want to-after all, who wants to believe they've been tricked?  But another
part of me wanted to believe in her witchcraft.  I wanted to believe there
really was a force arrayed against the religious tyranny the held humanity
captive.  At the end of the day though, magic and philosophy mattered not a
wit when I beheld her gorgeous body writhing on the floor, lewdly moaning
my name as she worked herself into an orgasmic frenzy.  At some point I had
begun to rub myself through my trousers, and the more I watched the more I
realized how much I wanted her, sister or not.  In fact I wanted her
because she was my sister.  What higher sex magic could there be but the
unholy union of siblings?  And we were not half or step but full blooded
brother and sister.  This would not be in rape or coercion, but in total
willingness, fully aware of both the sin and the eternal consequences.  I
knew then that she would get her wish.  Deftly slipping out of my clothes,
I moved quickly and quietly to stand in the center of the baphomet,
directly over the no-longer-necessary photograph.  There was no need for a
totem now.  The real deal had arrived.

   "Open your eyes and see the fruit of your magic Lisa."

   She was only human.  She was startled.  Even though it was my house,
even though it was entirely possible that I would come home, it did not
make up for the fact that I had appeared on the cusp of her orgasm, when
the magic was approaching it peak.  And I was naked.  Naked, and obviously
aroused.

   "Ashley...." Her voice was little more that a whisper.

   "You called?" I smiled down sardonically, feeling utterly in control,
magic or no.  "You sought to commit incest.  For ritual or for your own
sluttish amusement I wonder?  Should I feel flattered, used, or grateful to
play a role in the War with Heaven?"

   "Play whatever role you like brother.  Is the evidence before you not
enough to convince you of my body's cravings?

   "Oh I have no doubt of that.  Your very essence screams for
satisfaction. I could smell your whorish cunt the moment I walked into the
room.  But make no mistake.  You have your wish, but you will have it on my
terms."

   "As you say brother.  I offered myself up with no reservations.  My body
belongs to you."

   "We belong to the One who freed us.  When I use you it will be to His
glory.  To add energy to the ultimate goal we all strive for.  But I will
enjoy this task."

   "I want you to brother.  I want you to enjoy my body.  You have been
nothing but a blessing to me and I intend that we should fuck like no one
ever has."

   From her hands I took the ritual knife, whose blade never shed blood for
any other purpose than ceremony.  I flicked the blade across my chest so
that a long thin stream of red began to worm its way down my skin.  "This
is my blood which is shed for you.  Take it and join your soul with mine
from now until the Fires of Hell consume us or the Lightbringer lifts us up
to glory."

   Lisa's eyes looked like pools of crude oil, black as could be, yet
reflectively luminous.  Dilated as if she were drugged, I knew that her
body was now surging with enough natural chemistry to produce a very
pleasant high.  She took my hand and I pulled her to her knees.  The wanton
glaze of her expression spoke volumes of her thirst, and she quickly
clasped my buttocks in each hand, lewdly extending her tongue as her face
descended to my chest.  He moan was loud and strong as she lapped up my
fluids.

   When her mouth had turned a whorish shade of red, I pushed her back to
the floor.  Her gazed was fixed to my erection which bobbed angrily in the
air, impatient to feel itself surrounded by the hot moisture of my sister.
Lisa mouth hung slack-jawed and she seemed truly drunk on my blood as she
spoke.

   "I know we should be careful but I don't want to be.  When the time
comes...."

   "Of course, my beautiful sister.  I have no intention of burdening you
with child.  Would you like me to wear...."

   "No!  Nothing should come between us, not this time.  I need to feel you
and you need to feel me." I was gratified to hear it.  I would have, but
then the magic would have been lost.  Our sin had to be without
qualifications or extenuating circumstance.  So I lowered my body into
hers, as slowly as I could manage, never taking my eyes from hers.  Our
faces drew closer and closer, and our lips touched just as the tip of my
cock grazed the oily heat of her burning sex.  A gasp of air escaped from
both of us, for physical evidence notwithstanding we could barely believe
the moment.  It was lewd, sinful, disgusting by every law of man and god.
But we cared nothing for law or god.  What we cared for was this moment,
when we two, lost to each other, would revenge ourselves on the god who had
separated us for half our lives and surpass our most grotesque and base
desires.

   The sounds we made bore more in common with animals than humans.  As my
cock began its slow push into the unforgivable fire, we were beyond
moaning, but almost whimpered with all the falsehoods, pretensions, and
social dogma stripped away.  We simply craved each other and knew that
whatever else befell us, that no force in the universe could ever take this
away from us.  Even if we found ourselves burning in solitude, a billion
trillion centuries from now, we would share this memory across the expanse
of all the planes of existence.  Neither gods nor devils could strip this
joy from us.

   "I am fertile my brother.  Let us think nothing of consequence, but give
ourselves over.  If I conceive it will be a child of darkness and meant for
His service.  If your seed is spilled within me the magic will only be
stronger and so will our joy.  Give me your semen and I will deny you
nothing.  Let chance do its worst."

   "I will inseminate you my sister.  I will with full knowledge and
absolute reason and faculty let flow my seed into your womb and I will ask
no forgiveness nor have any regret." Now those words flew out easily but,
as everyone knows, passion is the breeder of falsehoods.  But I knew.  And
I did not care.

   "Do you like my cunt brother?  Is it nice and tight?  It's going to milk
that come right out of you brother.  Right into your sister's slut
body...incest my brother; right here, right now, just you and me...." I
slammed my hand over her mouth to shut her up.  She was not playing by the
rules.  Her body was mine, and our sin would be carried out in the time I
set, not by the clock of her quivering cunt.

   I pulled out and grabbed her by the hair.  "You can show me what a slut
you are.  Suck my cock down-all the way or there will be hell to pay."

   "Ash-"That was all she managed before I grabbed her ears and hair and
began forcing my penis down her gasping, gagging, throat.  I hoped she
didn't reflexively bite my cock.  She did not.  Lisa gamely gulped at it
with all that she was until finally, my streak of sadism not yet satisfied,
and still feeling that she had been a bit presumptuous, I jammed the head
deep into her throat, mashing her nose into my pubic hair.  I knew she was
not breathing.  She began to shake around my cock and when I thought she
might accidentally bite down, I pulled out.

   Lisa's first gasp of air was cut short as I threw her roughly,
face-first, to the floor.  Almost winded, she did not have time to really
move, before I was straddling her buttocks, my cunt-oiled cock sliding
between.  As nice as it felt there was something else I wanted to do for
the moment.  She gasped, whether in passion or fright I didn't care.  I
lifted her by the hips so that her lovely ass was pointed straight up at
me, exposed for my use.

   "You wish to sodomize me brother?"

   I leaned in over her so that I could whisper directly into her ear. 
"You wish to be fucked in the ass?"

   "Mmm."

   "You think deep anal incest would feel nice?" I taunted, while slowly
retrieving my belt.

   Her voice was as guttural as her mind.  "Yes...fuck my ass
brother...fuck me where I shit...make our sex dirty." she moaned not
noticing as I leaned back off of her and raised my arm.

   CRACK!  Lisa screamed as the belt hit her whip-style and again my hand
flew across her mouth.

   "I am not interested in your filthy desires at the moment.  You gave
your body for my use and I intend to use it without comment on your part.
Is that clear?  A nod of the head will do." She nodded.  I grabbed one of
the large round candles from the end table.  It had been burning for quite
awhile judging form the amount of molten wax it contained.  "Whatever
happens, stay perfectly still."

   She did an admirable bob as the molten wax began to splatter across the
pale skin of her back.  She shook almost imperceptibly, but I forgave her
that small violation of protocol as the stream of heat inched closer to her
bottom-and began to trickle down to her lovely anus.  A gasp of air, that
was all the sound she made as she bravely absorbed the pain of the molten
wax trickling between her thighs, and finally dripping from the petal-lips
of her pussy.

   "You read the books.  You learned the magic?" I asked Lisa as her
breathing began to settle.

   "I would not presume to know the magic brother.  But yes I read them. 
And I did not ask those things idly.  I wanted you brother.  I wanted us to
be a cyst in the heart of god the tyrant.  You and I together.  Was it not
meant to be?"

   "I haven't decided yet what I think, but for now, come to my bed.  We
will commit incest there, and let our sin cause pain to the Heaven and all
who serve there."