The Flesh Project

GETTING WILDER // FATEFUL NIGHT

Ashley made sure to be quiet creeping into the room shared by his sister and his mother. They seemed to be sound asleep, but one could never be too sure. Regardless, he had business to take care of.

Liz and April Wilder were laying on top of the covers in the overwarm room, tanned bodies scooped against each other in the spoon position. The soft rise and fall of their hands seemed to indicate that they were asleep.

Silently, Ashley slipped out of his T-shirt and jeans, then lowered his underwear, revealing a body very much like his sister's- flawless, golden skin, deep, bottomless blue eyes, shoulder length dirty-blonde hair, and the taut, tight body of youth, the one you get by running on the beach, playing soccer, and riding a bike for hours on end. His lips were like his sisters, but closer to a shade of gold, matching his skin, as opposed to pink.

The only exception to the physical duplicity was, of course, his cock, now standing at attention. Six inches long, hairless, cut, with a smooth set of balls hanging beneath, it was the one piece of external evidence proving that Liz Wilder hadn't had twin daughters.

Slowly, Ashley climbed onto the bed, knee-walking over the sturdy mattress to a perch just above his mother's serene, sleeping face. Presently he began to jerk his dick over her golden, beach barbie visage.

"Oh yeah, mom," he whispered, almost inaudibly. "Here it comes for you. Here it comes. Yeah. On your face."

His breath hitched a little, his jerking motions became faster.

"Yeah, you like it on your face, mom. You like your son's cum on your face."

Ashley's jerking motions reached a fever pitch, and then he froze, in ecstasy. He moved his long-fingered hand up his flawless, smooth dick and *squeezed* a line of cum out over his mother's sleeping face, sliming her lips, up the side of her nose, and her closed eyelid.

He was left breathing hard. Wiping his cock carefully on her golden hair, he lay back on the bed, panting and staring at the ceiling.

Then, he saw his sister stir.

"Ash?" she asked sweetly.

"Yeah, April?" he whispered back, almost too soft to hear in the silence.

"You did something dirty on mommy's face, didn't you?" April turned to observe her mother.

"Yeah."

"Next time, give me a taste," she simply said...and then April lowered her head to lap up some of the gooey sperm from her mother's plump, movie-star-quality lips.

"Ash?" she asked again, tonguing her mother's cheek dreamily.

"Yeah?" he replied, fiddling lazily with his deflating boycock.

"We're not like other families, are we?"

Ashley pondered this as he examined the square tiles of the roof above him.

Not like other families? Us? A family that sleeps in the same bed, headed by a mother who couldn't keep her nymphomaniac hands off of either of her children once they hit puberty? A mother who would tuck her son into bed not with a story, but with a slow, aching handjob ending in a hot, sticky climax? A mother who would fuck anyone and anything for money, who had dragged them into this strange purgatory with her at the promise of...what? Money? Gratification?

"No, we're not," he replied. And couldn't resist adding, "What tipped you off?" April giggled.

She rolled to the side, and Ashley felt the bed shift as she put her legs off the side and moved to stand. "I have to pee," said April. "Keep me company."

That's how Ashley found himself sitting on the edge of the bathtub across from his twin sister at 1 AM, watching her move aside her pink labia to splash the porcelain innards of the toilet bowl with a clear stream of urine.

"Ash, why do you cum on Mommy's face sometimes?"

Ashley seemed to ponder the question while he watched his sister pee. He noted that her pussy was puffy and red- no doubt a condition brought on by a rough day's fucking at the hands of Dr. "Hardman", who his mother had confided in him wasn't really a doctor AND, in fact, was using a false name.

The fake doctor sure did have a great big cock, though.

"To remind her that I'm a boy."

April giggled. Her urine had slowed to a trickle. She blotted herself with some toilet paper.

Ashley continued. "I'm serious. She always treats me like a kid, and that would be fine...except she treats me like a daughter."

"No she doesn't," April chimed in. "She doesn't buy you dresses or make you wear your hair in pigtails like the boy daughters I read about in those picture books."

Ashley shrugged. "She might as well have. Remember she made me play whatever games you wanted?"

April nodded.

"You should have seen her face when I was playing dressup with you in her clothes, or sitting at your tea parties wearing an apron," Ashely continued. "She kept smiling and going on about her 'two girls'. Then she said she was joking. But she meant it."

April looked down at Ashley's cock, which was starting to rise and thicken against his tanned, thin leg. It looked lewd and hot in the dim light of the bathroom.

"But you liked it."

Ashley's eyes flared, a brilliant blue. "I did not!"

April pointed to Ashley's cock and grinned at him with half-lidded eyes. "You're getting hot now just thinking about it."

"That's from looking at you," Ashley replied. "You know I like how you look, sis."

"Sure you do," April whispered, and slid off the toilet bowl to kneel on the floor between Ashley's legs. His cock was standing at attention again, though he'd just come minutes before. "I think you like my body because we have the same body."

She took hold of his dick.

"Except for this."

She squirmed up to whisper in his ear. "You like thinking about me getting fucked, because you can imagine it was you."

Ashley couldn't speak, but his hairless, upthrust cock was doing the thinking for him. "Who fucked you today?" he finally whispered, as his sister did a slow, beautiful stroke-job on his perfect boymeat.

"The doctor," returned April. "We were supposed to be meeting a new person today, but he didn't show. I still wanted to fuck, so I let him put his big dick in my mouth."

"Oh, April," whispered Ashley. Her stroking was getting faster, hotter, more urgent- her movements reflecting a knowledge of the body that only identical twins, even those of two different sexes, always share.

"I let him fuck me in the ass. He could barely a few inches of his dick in me. Because I'm so tight, and small."

"Just..."

She bit Ashley's earlobe lightly.

"...like..."

She ran her tongue down the underside of his chin, against his neck.

"...you."

And kissed him on the lips.

"I bet you saw that girl with the huge dick already didn't you?" Ashley managed a nod, enjoying his sister's unparalled handjob, trying not to shoot off too soon.

"She's like you, brother. She's a beautiful girl, but she's got a man's parts." April kept stroking. "I can't wait for her to fuck me. And I want to see her fuck you, too. If you were my sister, I would pray every day for her to fuck the two of us."

Ashley was startled. "April!"

April went on. "You don't have a pussy for her to fuck, but she can fuck you up the ass. She can do the both of us together. Then you can show her that you have a cock, too. You can put it in her mouth."

Ashley shuddered suddenly, spurting a stream of cum up and down onto his sister's wrist. April bent low to lap up the white cream, looking into her brother's eyes as she did it.

Then she stood up. "You don't have to lie anymore. I like boys *and* girls, and you're the same as me."

She left him sitting on the edge of the tub. For several seconds, he was silent, listening to her crawl back into bed.

"No," he whispered to the darkness. "I'm the man of the family. The man. And I'll prove it. To everyone."


***


Meanwhile, Setsume and Lola were stumbling into Setsume's room to collapse on the bed in a coil of sweaty, cum-coated flesh. Lola lay back on the bed, and Setsume rolled off to the side and staggered over to foot, where she pulled off her track pants, letting her cock spring free.

Lola looked at the wall behind her. There were posters. "SHONEN KNIFE". "ADVENT CHILDREN". And one black and white picture of a triumphant boxer screaming victorious over a fallen foe. She couldn't quite recognize the boxer, but he looked familiar.

"I only came a little before," confessed Setsume, letting her cock flop in the air, where it was almost perpendicular to her body. Lola laughed.

"A little, huh? Seemed like a lot to me."

"Trust me, it wasn't. You should have seen me four days ago."

Lola dropped her hand to her pussy and diddled with her clit seductively. "What happened four days ago?"

Setsume started to crawl forward on the bed. "Never you mind. For now...just know that I cum a lot. Especially when I'm with a black-haired cutie."

Lola never let her eyes drom from Setsume's. "I'm so glad I met you," she said, softly. "I felt so...alone. Here." Setsume's crawl reached an end between Lola's knees. Lola could feel the bulbous, pendulum prick brushing back and forth across her puffy cunt. She reached out a hand, and Setsume sucked first one and then two fingers into her mouth, coating them with spit.

"Fuck, I'm so wet," Lola gasped. "I want you inside me. Tonight, that dick of yours belongs to me. Me and my pussy."

Setsume looked at Lola seriously. "Are you ready?" There was lust and anticipation in her eyes. The baseball-sized crown of her rock-hard she-cock was poised at the engorged entrance to Lola's cunt. Lola's pale snatch was blushing, the vessels thick with blood. A trickle of lube rolled out of her and down the crack of her ass, crossing her brown, perfect asshole on the way down to the mattress.

"I'm ready."

Setsume pushed forward, driving her thick fuck tube into Lola's open cunt. Lola came to life instantly, eyes shut with instense pleasure and pain, gripping the sheets in each hand with a death clench of her fists.

"Oh FUCK you're big!" Lola breathed slowly.

"Are you ok?" Setsume asked, casting a slate-grey eye toward the older girl, devouring her writhing form to make a lasting memory of lust in her mind.

"I can take it," returned Lola. "But fuck! You're so fucking big! Fuck!" Setsume's perfect ass muscles flexed. Her powerful, long legs pushed forward on the bed. From behind, one could look between her tanned thighs to see the area above Lola's asshole split open by a mammoth cock.

"FUCK!" screamed Lola. She continued through clenched teeth: "Sumie, I can feel your piss pipe on my G-Spot." Setsume now had seven inches of hard she-dick inside her spasming, 19-year-old cunt.

"I can flex it," she replied. With a twitch of her prostate muscles, Setsume bulged her cum-laden urethra out, massaging Lola's insides. More inches disappeared. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.

Lola felt an unparalled pleasure, along with a pressure in her pelvic area. "OH! FUCK! SUMIE!" Then, having delved as deep as she might dare, Setsume began to fuck Lola- to really and truly fuck her.

Slowly at first, pulling out until all but two or three inches were inside, and then plunging back in with a sound like someone squeezing a fistful of mud. Lola's wet pussy periodically let loose dribbles of lube around her driving cock, coating the insides of her thighs. As she was plowed by the massive cock, Lola's perfect tits bounced up and down around the place they were anchored on her immaculate white chest. The tiny, unraised mole between them served as a contrast to just how extensive their jiggling had become.

"Fuck, I can't believe you're only 16 years old!" Lola gasped. "Don't stop!"

Setsume exhaled a laugh, breathing fast. "Sixteen and a half!" She shuddered as she picked up the pace of her fucking, feeling her swinging balls start to batter the underside of her rutting dickshaft as she did so. "Lola, you're so tight down here! I...love...being...inside...your...fucking....hot...cunt!"

Setsume punctuated each word with a monster thrust of her cum-slick dong. As she fucked, her legs were rigid, smooth works of art, her ass a sculpture of taut, sweat-beaded perfection. She could feel dollops of precum bubbling out of her bone as it whipsawed in and out of Lola's molten sex.

She went faster still, a feat she could manage only when fully hard. Which Setsume certainly was- Lola, with her perfect body, full, beautiful lips, and emerald green eyes, had brought out the best in her mutant organ. She was not just hard- she was rigid. Had she been standing, her cock would sprung up to rest right under her chin.

Lola felt Setsume's cock battering her insides, stretching her beyond the limit- giving her pleasure past the point she'd thought possible in her sound mind. When Setsume showed signs of slowing down her thrusts, Lola, reached out, grabbed the younger girl behind the shoulders, and pulled her forward.

Lola craned her neck forward painfully, crossing several inches of airspace to whisper in her partner's ear.

"Sumie, you can go deeper. I want you to fill me up. Make it so I'll never forget having you inside me," she seethed, spewing hot breath on the side of Setsume's face. "I know you can do it. FUCK ME. Fuck me until I can't even think straight. Make me yours."

Setsume clenched her teeth and licked her tongue along Lola's sweat-soaked neckline. She was breathing fluttering, gasping explosions. Her chest rising and falling, her dick still lodged inside her lover's wet cunt. "I...want...so much..." she breathed. "I...want you...so bad. From the first...time...I saw you....I wanted you..."

Lola looked her in the eyes, and darted out her tongue to moisten Setsume's lips with a gentle flickering kiss. "Then show me."

Setsume surged forward into Lola's embrace. Her cock, already twelve inches deep inside the older girl..went deeper. A gurgle from Lola's trembling insides resounded. Her midsection, normally a perfect, flat plain of silky white skin, seemed to bulge.

Lola opened her mouth, but nothing came out but a high gasp, a frozen sound of surprise that died before it could get going. Setsume tugged her forward, setting both girls in a kneeling position. Setsume nuzzled her neck as her perfect body tenses with effort, thrusting upward. Her ass was shiny with sweat, her legs, reflective and slick, like she'd been coated with a light spray of WD30.

Setsume thrust harder and pulled Lola downward. There was a sound from Lola's stomach like a pine knot exploding in the fireplace. A runner of slick drool tricked down the side of her mouth, hugging her jawline. Abruptly, Lola made a hitching sound in her throat. She dry-heaved, then lurched forward into Setsume's shoulder as a mouthful of spit emptied from between her full lips and dripped to the mattress.

"It's ok, it's ok..." Setsume soothed her, stroking her sweat-soaked, raven hair. She was 20 inches deep into the older girl. Lola's previously flat belly was tented smoothely upward in a ridge of white flesh, straining to contain the pulsating monster that was rampaging through her orgasming cunt.

Setsume looked down to where she had entered Lola. Her lover's pussy lips were spread impossibly wide, piled up in fleshy seams around the fat width of her huge teenage girlcock. The mattress below was slick with lubrication and sweat. And something else...

"A tattoo?" Setsume gasped to herself. There were stylized letters inked above Lola's cunt. But...

"That wasn't there before!"

She looked over the full word.

S-H-A-M-E

She was barely able to register surprise before a pale hand struggled up past her conical, tanned breast to grasp her head and pull it back to attention.

She looked into a face that was the same...but different. Lola's chin was slick with spittle. A runner of it dangled the point of her jaw. Her eyes were watery, pleading. They seemed to have nothing in them, no personal desire beyond perhaps being used...and used harshly.

"I'm worthless," Lola choked out, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm a fucking whore. My only purpose is to be a wet hole for your huge fucking dick."

"Lola..."

"Please fill me with your cum," Lola begged. "Fuck me until I can't breathe. Make me swallow so much that I choke. Rape me. I'm worthless without your cock inside me. Rape my cunt, my asshole, and my face. Do anything want to me. Do all you can do. Do the worst you can do."

Setsume's eyes flickered with recognition.

This was it. This was what Lola had. Why Lola was here.

Lola kept on going, the cock in her guts apparently spurring her on to greater heights of depravity. "You can piss on me, if you like. Piss in my asshole. Piss in my CUNT. My body is only good for storing what you don't want in yours. Use my cunt as your toilet. I will eat your SH-"

Setsume's eyes flashed. She slapped a hand over Lola's mouth and drove her down to the bed, her cock still jammed deep inside. Lola's midriff dickbulge jutted hotly into Setsume's abs.

"Mmmph!" said Lola. Setsume slapped her hard across the face. Then did it again. The wet smack of skin on skin resounded in the room.

"Lola, look at me!" Setsume said in a fiery voice. "You don't have to be like that with me."

A tear trickled out of Lola's eye as she looked up at Setsume. Setsume drew her hand away.

"You don't have to be that way to make me..."

Setsume hesitated.

"Accept you," she finished. "To want to be with you."

Lola's eyes were red. "No," she began. "I'm a whore, a worthless, nasty, cum-drinking slut..."

Setsume hugged Lola tight and whispered in her ear. "No. Not with me. You don't have to be."

Setsume looked Lola in the eyes again. Those green, perfect eyes. Like a dragonflight. Like an Imperial Jade. Like the great city of motherfucking Oz. The younger girl realized with some alarm that she was on the verge of crying as well.

"Not with me. I just want...you."

Lola only stared. Her eyes were trembling with potential tears. But she said nothing.

Setsume looked back down at Lola's cunt. The tattoo was gone.

Slowly, gently...Setsume withdrew from Lola...inch by cum-soaked inch. Her cock was softening, but still cum-filled, she had not had an orgasm, though Lola had had several. She rolled to the side, laying on her back beside Lola. She turned her head to find the older girl already looking at her, her nose red, her eyes red...tear streaks running down her immaculate face.

"Sumie," Lola said.

Setsume said nothing.

"I love you."

Setsume moved one small hand over to grasp Lola's. Lola rolled toward her. And their faces met, inches apart. Both girls kissed, tenderly, tomngues wandering over lips, flicking at teeth, playing back and forth.

Setsume reached over and pulled Lola's black hair back from the older girl's face, letting it rest behind one ear. "My girl."

Lola reached over, in turn, and grabbed Setsume's softening cock. She pulled the length over and coiled it around her full, pale leg, feeling the warmth as it encircled her.

"Yes," she whispered.

Before long, they closed their eyes together, and let sleep take them.