"There's no way you could have known that," Caroline marvelled. "But everything you've said is absolutely true. It's amazing!"

"It is. I know the entire sexual history of everyone I meet and it's scary and exciting all at the same time."

"So you must be getting laid a lot," she chuckled. "Knowing someone's deepest secrets is so sexy."

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" I continued. "It's not like that though. People don't like being so exposed to a total stranger. And believe me, people have a lot of secrets they don't want anyone to know."

"I can imagine," she said.

"No you can't," I said soberly. I though of Crystal. The skeletons in her closet would shock a porn star.

Suddenly I thought of Dana, wondering how the arrest had gone. Was Jackson behind bars now? What had become of that whole scene? Hopefully she would call me soon.

"Well it seems to me, with powers like this you could be getting pussy left and right. If your own sister can't even control herself, surely the rest of the women in the world are totally throwing themselves at you."

"Well there seems to be a catch with this thing," I said. "Apparently I can look but I can't touch. From what I gather, the person who uses the amulet is supposed to be more of a counselor to others, promoting healthy sexual expression and sensual exploration, not someone who's simply gonna rape the world with it. I've only had it a couple of days though. I don't know for sure."

"Well you were able to have sex with me," Caroline said, with puzzled look on her face. "I mean we didn't have sex technically, but close enough."

"I think that's because you got me while I was asleep, and because it only lasted 45 seconds. If the amulet had had more time it probably would have stopped me."

"So that would mean it's not the amulet stopping you. You're stopping yourself somehow. Otherwise it would have stopped me whether you we're awake or not."

She had a point there. I would have to consider that.

"I suppose so," I said. "It's lucky you got to me when you did, or you wouldn't have gotten anywhere, and you would have been completely frustrated."

"I already am frustrated," Caroline confessed. "I'm like, totally creaming here. It's sick already." She rubbed her naked thighs messily together as though to demonstrate the point. There was a wet tacky sound and she cringed in disgust. The disgust was just for show though, I think. She was actually very aroused by her own sloppy sexiness

"Well I'm sure you'll take it all out on poor old Stan when you see him. You can wait 'til then."

"But what are you gonna do? Are you gonna live the rest of your life without ever having sex? There's gotta be something in it for you somewhere? I mean, you must have been going nuts before I took care of you. Seeing everybody's entire sexual history everywhere you went. Having women drool over you and not being able to do anything about it. Fuck! I'd go insane and toss that thing into the nearest river."

"Well it was pretty bad in one way, but in another way I've been finding a lot of satisfaction in getting everyone else laid beyond their wildest dreams. In fact, there was this kid named Larry I met in a diner, and these six cheerleaders were making his life hell, so I used to amulet to turn the tables on them. The next thing you know there's this big orgy going on over at one of the chicks' houses. Man it was hot! You should have been there."

"And you didn't join in?" Caroline gasped. "Are you sure you're a man?"

"Well I wanted to. Man did I ever! But another part of me wanted to wait for something more special. To be honest I'm actually still a virgin. I've never even kissed a girl. Not a real kiss. I mean, until you, but I don't know if that counts. I can't exactly go bragging to my buddies that I got head from my sister."

"Well it counts in my books. You did got your cock sucked. You came. End of story. Whether or not you've got bragging rights is irrelevant. Bragging about sex is immature anyway."

"I guess so," I said, with a contented little smile. "It was one hell of a blow job."

"I'm glad you liked it. Most girls don't know what the hell they're doing when it comes to giving head. They think that all they have to do is put it in their mouth and the guy will scream in ecstasy. They think they're doing the guy a favor or something."

"And you know this because... ?"

"Stan taught me everything I know. He's gotten his cock sucked quite a few times in his day apparently. He told me all the stories of his bungling ex-girlfriends. Some of them are pretty funny, some of them are just sad. Like this one chick who went down on him, did a piss-poor job of it, and didn't even finish, but then all of the sudden she started acting like he owed her his whole life all the sudden. Dumb bitch doesn't know what sex is really for."

"And you do?" I asked, not so much doubting her, just prompting her to continue.

"Damn right I do. It's all about making your man feel like a king. A gal's gotta be enthusiastic about it or what the hell's the point? It's like saying, thank you for loving me, now let me show you how much I love you. Slurp, slurp, slurp, gulp."

"Well put," I chuckled. "Crude, but nice."

"Anyway, Stan seems to think I'm God's gift to mankind. I've never left him unsatisfied, and we never fight. Go figure."

"Well you sure as hell never left me unsatisfied. I don't really have much to compare you to, but you're a fucking black belt as far as I'm concerned."

"Well, I guess you could say I've had a lot of practice. I was pretty clumsy at first, but I caught on pretty quick. It's all in the mind really. You gotta have the right attitude, or all the technique in the world will get you nowhere. Stan tells me I blow away every other girl he's ever had."

"No pun intended," I added.

Caroline smirked at this. She was softly stroking my chest with her finger tips as she talked. It was an intimate gesture, one perhaps meant more for a lover than a sibling, but I don't suppose Caroline made that distinction. I was lying in my half-naked beside her with my erection poking out across my lower belly. I don't know if I was really willing to make that distinction either. It felt so nice to be intimately caressed by a lovely young woman, sister or not.

"Can I try it?" she asked.

"What? Sucking my cock?"

"No, stupid. The amulet."

That was actually a great idea! In my quest to learn more about how the amulet worked it seemed appropriate for me to see it's effects instead of just constantly being the cause. I pulled it from my neck and held it out to her.

"How does it work?" she asked, staring at it as is spun on its chain between us. She almost seemed hesitant to touch it.

"You just wear it, hold it, or whatever. It's charged by your arousal, and drained when your arousal is, uh, satisfied."

"Like when you blow off and come down your sister's throat, in other words," she corrected me, casting aside my euphemisms with girlish naughtiness.

"I guess you could say that," I smiled.

"So it's completely dead now then?" she teased. "I mean surely you were completely satisfied, beyond the slightest little desire for more."

"I suppose so. It's dead for me anyway. It'll probably find quite a bit of arousal in you. How long since Stan got your rocks off?"

"This afternoon, I guess. We fucked for a good hour after mom and dad left. I'm never really satisfied though. I could fuck all day, everyday. I'm pretty horny right now, as a matter of fact. Too bad he's at work. Too bad you won't fuck me."

"Don't start that again," I chided her.

"Sorry."

"So you are aroused then. That's good. It ought'a be pretty strong on you. But how horny are you? Does it feel like it's been too long? Are you feeling like you really need cock, very badly?"

"Well I was about to fuck you a while ago. Does that count?"

"I guess so," I smiled. "Put it on."

She carefully took the amulet from me and slid the thing over her head. It dropped around her neck and for the first time I felt the effects of its power from an outside point of view. It hit me like a punch in the gut. Caroline looked suddenly dazzling. Her eyes seemed brighter. Her skin seemed to be warmed with a glow of sexual energy. Her lips seemed fuller. Her every little motion she made seemed to compel me forward, drawing me into the gravity of her feminine allure.

"Well?" she asked. Her voice made my guts churn. It seemed to smear a deep and powerful lust around inside me. I was speechless. I couldn't formulate any sort of reply to save my life. I simply wanted to fuck her. She suddenly seemed made for sex, like that was the highest purpose of her form, her energy. Her every motion seemed like an expression of her inherent sexiness. Even the blinking of her eyes made me want her somehow. I reached out to touch her. Her cheek was soft and smooth. There was a blush on it that stirred something powerful in my pelvis. Then she spoke again.

"Wow. This is so weird. I can see you and some police officer on her knees trying to give you head." There was a curious look on her face as she stared deep into my eyes. Then she smiled at the dumbfounded gape on my face. "What? How do I look? Am I fuckin' hot or what?"

Hearing those words come out of her mouth only amplified my arousal a hundred fold. I was speechless. I wanted to fuck her. I had to. That was the only thought in my mind. The rest of the universe seemed to vanish completely. She was sexuality incarnate. Her body hummed with it.

"You wanna fuck me now, don't you?" she giggled. Her breasts jiggled gorgeously and her hair swished in the air as she tossed her head to one side, studying me for any signs of what I might be thinking. The look on my face said it all though. I had to have her. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her roughly backward onto the bed.

"What're you doin', Gil?" she said. "Take it easy."

I ignored her. My mind was lost in the thought of fucking her. Her wetness would engulf me, and pleasure me, and suck the come from my dick with its eagerly gulping tightness. I couldn't wait. I couldn't resist any longer. I had to fuck her. Over and over again, until I died from the pleasure of it. I didn't care. Fucking her seemed to be the purpose of my very existence.

She was on her back and I was on top of her all of the sudden. She began to get a little more nervous. I pressed my knee into her thigh and forced it painfully to one side, trying to spread her deliciously slippery thighs.

"What the fuck, Gil?" she said. "Ouch! Stop it!"

"Shhh!" I hissed back. "I'm gonna fuck you now, just like you wanted."

"But you said-"

"I changed my mind. I need you now. I've got to have you. Stop squirming. It'll be okay."

I tore my underwear from my pelvis with an angry ripping sound and tossed them away. They landed on top of Caroline's. Then I pushed her thighs apart some more, trying to make enough space for me to wriggle between them.

"Don't!" Caroline protested. "I thought we weren't gonna do this."

"Shhhh! Don't worry! It's the amulet that's trying to stop you. I know you really want it."

"No!" she snapped back. "I don't. Get off me! You're fucking ripping my shirt! Stop it!"

"Fuck you!" I snarled, and tore her shirt open. Her breasts explode out into my view like the dawning sun. They were the most gorgeous I had ever seen. I admired them as I flung her skirt up across her squirming waist.

"Fuck off, Gil!" she screamed, angry now. She tried to push her skirt back down but I twisted her wrist, yanking her hand away. A sneer of pain splashed across her face and she kneed my in the inner thigh, trying to strike my groin.

That's when I smacked her. My hand swung out and knocked her face to one side with a stinging backhand that echoed in the room. A red welt in the shape of a hand rose on her cheek. She cried out in shock and struggled harder, angrier. I was too strong though. Her thighs were parted forcibly and her fleshy privates were exposed into humiliating vulnerability. Then I laid my weight down onto her and struggled to get my cock into her panicked and squirming little body. I twisted her wrist backward again and she cried out in pain. Even her cry seemed sexy to my lust-drunken mind. I yanked her wrist back, almost snapping it, and her struggle ceased.

"Spread," I demanded. Her thighs relaxed hesitantly. Tears flowed from her tightly shut eyes. I grinned and jammed my cock forward. It slipped easily into her drenched little vagina and I suddenly cried out in ecstasy as it engulfed me in its intensely pleasurable grip. She winced as though in pain. "What a huge cock I must have," I thought to myself. "She's loving this." I thrust deeper, again and again, until I was buried all the way inside her. I laughed stupidly and made some boorish comment about how good her pussy felt. To an outside observer I probably sounded exactly like Jackson had when he fucked Crystal the in the museum closet. I never noticed though. I was lost in the glory of the moment. My first real fuck!

I relaxed my grip on her wrist and began plowing into her. Her tits bounced up and down across her chest as I pounded away at her tender little womanhood. She was squirming deliciously, dragging me around inside her as she struggled to throw me off. I was buried securely inside her though, and the lust, like a heat in my brain, would not be denied.

The force of my fucking was slowly pushing her body up toward the head of my bed. She whimpered like a frightened doe with each heavy forward thrust I gave her, and soon her head was up thumping against my headboard. I was entranced by the swishing of her hair as her head thrashed from side to side. It didn't occur to me that she was shaking her head in disbelief. She was being raped and it was horrible, but to me it seemed she was finally starting to get into it. She was finally starting to enjoy it. I was deluded. Blinded in a craze of lust. Her inner thighs were reddened by the repeated impact of my energetic thrusts. They jiggled and wriggled defensively as my hips slapped into them. Her pelvis was gyrating gorgeously as she struggled to unsheathe me, but to me these motions seemed like willful reciprocation. Her cunt was so tight too. It churned in revulsion with every forward stab I made, offering what resistance it could as I fucked mercilessly into it. This only added to my pleasure, and further enhanced the illusion that she was somehow enjoying being raped. The tears in her eyes and the gnashing of her teeth said otherwise however. She was not enjoying this at all. It lasted only about two minutes before I was coming. She tried her best to reason with me but I ignored her.

"Please," she whimpered. "Oh! Ow! Please, G- Gil! Ah fuck! That hurts. Please stop. Please get off me!"

Something inside me decided she was only pretending to resist. She was so sexy. How could she possibly not be enjoying this? I sure was.

"Fuckin' awesome! Fuckin', fuckin' awesome!" I growled lustily. "You're the greatest fuck who ever lived. I swear! Oh keep squirming like that you sexy fuckin' little whore! It's so fuckin' beautiful. Your cunt is so nice, squeezing my- Ah yeah! Oh fuck, yeah! Squeeze me like that inside you. Ah yeah! Oh god, I'm gonna come! Ah Fuck!"

I cried out desperately and with one final onslaught of wild thrusts I began spewing my semen into her violated little cunt. In my mind it was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced, but she just laid there stoically receiving it without the slightest emotion. She wasn't even mad anymore. She was just quietly weeping in helpless humiliation. She jerked like a rag doll as my pelvis rocked her body up and down across my bed a few final times. My semen poured out into her in a violent eruption. I cackled maniacally from the sweet combination of pleasures. The churning of her cunt that seemed to draw out my come, the hesitant squirming of her body that seemed to coax me onward, the sweet slippery sweatiness of her flesh against mine. She remained silent through it all, except for soft panting and sniffling in my ear as I pressed my cheek helplessly into hers. I felt her tears but didn't really notice them. I was coming inside a cunt and that was all that mattered.

I slowly pulled out after it was over and rolled off of her. I lay there sighing happily as though I'd just done her a great service or something. We lay side by side without speaking for a couple of minutes, lost in our respective chains of thought. My copious ejaculation oozed slowly out of her pouting little crevice and filled the room with the smell of copulation. We were both soaked with sweat. I felt all gooey all through my body, like I was drunk or something. I was happy and giddy, but so incredibly relaxed at the same time. It was the most beautiful moment of my life so far, until finally she pulled the amulet off of her neck, dropped it on my chest, and turned away.

Suddenly the spell was broken. A deep feeling of disgust flooded into my guts and I almost wretched from the nauseating power of it. What the hell had I done? I had just raped my own sister! That was absolutely not me! I mean, I would never have done that in a million years! I'm not like that! But somehow the amulet had taken over. I was heartbroken and horribly ashamed of myself. I suddenly began to cry.

"Sis," I sobbed, the sincere remorse oozing from my tone. "I-"

"Shhh!" she said calmly, sniffling through her own tears. "It's okay."

I was confused. She had been in a murderous rage a few minutes ago.

"It's not your fault, Gil. I understand that now. This amulet overpowered you. I know how that feels. I almost raped you a while ago myself, remember? Don't feel bad about it. We shouldn't have fucked around like that I guess. That's all."

"I'm so sorry," I whimpered in spite of her consolation.

"It's okay, Bro'," she said. "I guess women have a different effect when they wear the amulet. Men's lust is much stronger, more forceful and physical. Women's is more in the mind, and emotions. There's a different reaction there. You need to make sure that no woman ever puts this thing on again. For her own sake. What would have happened if there were more than one guy here?"

Caroline shuddered.

"I'll make sure," I promised. The power of the amulet was nothing to be toyed with. I would be very careful from now on.

"Are you hurt?" I asked after a moment's pause.

"Not really. My cunt is battered and bruised. I probably won't be able to walk straight for a week, and you almost broke my arm, but I'll be okay. Whatever. I'll just tell people I fell down the stairs. It'll be okay."

"I feel awful," I said, after another pause.

"Me too," she replied. "but I'll get over it."

It was right then that I decided to use the amulet only for the cause of good if I could. Sex was a delicate and complicated matter that had the power to mess people up for life. What I had just done to Caroline was only one small example of the evil that goes on in the world because of sexual dysfunction. If I could spare men and women this kind of grief I would. The amulet would help. I would use its power to move the world to healthy sexual fulfillment. I would revive pure Eros worship in my generation. And if I couldn't, I would destroy it. If this power ever got into the wrong hands it would surely mess up the entire world.

Just then the phone rang.

It was Dana. She was at Crystal's. Jackson wasn't in jail but he was sure as hell scared when Dana had shown up. He was stammering like a little kid, and looking guilty as sin. He babbled some bullshit about coming to clean the pool, but when Crystal came down the stairs bare-ass naked with come all over her face he bolted out the door. He would not be back. Crystal had flown into a psychotic tizzy after he left however, and Dana couldn't seem to calm her down. She had flipped out completely and Dana was worried that she would harm herself if she was left alone. She had asked for me and Dana wanted me to get down there right away.

"Shit! Is she gonna be okay?" I asked.

"I don't know. But from what I can tell, you've had pretty much the same effect on her as you have on me. She's laying on the floor babbling about needing your cock. She wants to die if she can't have you. She's so sorry she broke your heart, and so on, and so on. She's been like that all day, since I got here this afternoon. I haven't left her side. I had to radio into the station and tell them some bullshit about going home sick. This little chick is seriously fucked up over you, Gil, and the strange thing is, I know exactly how she feels."

Shit. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

"I gotta go," Dana continued. "I sent her to take a shower and I better go check on her. How soon can you get down here?"

"Ten minutes," I replied.

"Please hurry. I- We need you here, Gil."

"I'll be right there," I said, and was about to hang up.

"Gil?" Dana interrupted.

"Yes?"

"Are you still gonna fuck me? You promised."

"You just worry about Crystal right now," I said authoritatively. "We'll see what happens later."

"Okay. Please hurry."

Caroline and I jumped up and began to clean and dress ourselves. I explained to her what had happened as briefly as I could, with as much of the back-story as I could get out, and soon we were heading downstairs to the car,

Stan was there at the front door when we got there. He had just gotten off work and had come for a romp with Caroline. She quickly told him the situation and he offered to come along. While Caroline was explaining things to him however the phone rang again.

"Gil, this is Candace. We've got a problem."

"What now?!" I blurted out in exasperation.

"We need your help. Some of the girls here let it slip out what we've been doing with Larry and now the harem has gone from five girls to eleven. Poor Larry is half dead. Can you come down here right away?"

"I've got a little bit of an emergency myself. I can't get down there right now. Can you call me later?"

"Gil, we need your help! There are eleven girls here that are dying for cock. We had considered calling up some of our old boyfriends but you told us to keep it a secret. Now we're all going nuts here. I don't know what you did to us all, but you better damn well finish what you started before we start running naked through the streets like nymphomaniacs looking for whatever cock we can find."

What the fuck. As the bearer of the amulet it was my job to help. Besides, it was my fault in the first place.

"I guess you're right," I said. "Load everyone up into the cars and come and meet me. I'll see what I can do."

I gave her Crystal's address and said goodbye. It would end up being a small convention, but at least I could deal with all the problems in one place. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. This was turning out to be a real adventure.

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