The Last Incubus Ch. 23

The Last Incubus: Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Humiliation and the muff-eating contest.

"After I strayed, I repented; after I came to understand, I beat my breast. I was ashamed and humiliated because I bore the disgrace of my youth." ~ Jeremiah 31 v. 19.

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Marjorie Collinsworth didn't waste any time. She stripped down in front of me without any sign of hesitation or self-consciousness. I was a little surprised by her apparent lack of inhibition until I remembered she had been a Beta Iota sister.

Seemingly endless pink flesh covered her puffy arms and legs. Her breasts were almost as large as Penny's but seemed to fit the shape of the rest of her body. Her stomach overhung her waist in a classic muffin top. Her thick patch of blonde, pubic hair matched the well-coifed blonde hair on her head.

"Okay, let's see what you've got, Zucchini Boy," she said, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

She glanced over at Frankie as I removed my shirt. I was hoping that my well-toned chest and shoulders would make an impression on her, but if it did, her facial expression never gave it away. Nor did her clove and truffle-scented aura, which was mostly white with an unusual tinge of green around the outer edges. The green tinge grew larger whenever she glanced at Frankie's discomfort as I stripped.

I took off my shoes and socks next, saving my pants for last.

"What the fuck is taking you so long? If I wanted a male stripper, I would have hired the fucking Chippendales!" Marge complained impatiently.

"Haven't you ever heard the expression that good things come to those who wait?" I asked as I unfastened my belt.

"You're only here for one reason, Zucchini Boy, and talking isn't it," she snapped back.

I slid my pants down my legs and my 10 and1/2-inch, coal-black erection sprang to attention. No longer confined, I felt its "pull" getting stronger.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Frankie said, smiling.

The white center of Marge's aura flared, but she held her resting bitch face.

"I've taken bigger shits than that. Let's see if he knows how to use it," she said, reclining onto her back. She spread her legs wide, and her oversized thighs unveiled her puffy outer labia.

Taking my cue from her aura, I crawled between her legs, putting my face over her crotch, and holding her thighs apart with my arms. I took a few licks, tasting enough of her juices to memorize and process her taste when she stopped me.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, pulling my head up by my hair.

"I thought I'd help you get ready for me. You're going to need all the lubrication you can get," I explained.

"You think so, eh? In that case, I want her to do it!" she replied disdainfully, looking at Frankie. Her aura glowed a bit more, the green tinge growing. It was clear that she wanted to humiliate Frankie as much as possible.

I got up and stood by the side of the bed. Frankie glowered at me with a look that now said, 'we're not only even, but you also owe me after this.'

She crawled between Marge's legs and started to lap away at her vulva. I quickly blocked Marge's aura; I didn't want her to enjoy the humiliation she was putting Frankie through.

After several minutes, I spoke out.

"You know, I'm pretty good at that. I'll bet you'd enjoy my tongue more," I suggested.

"Maybe she's not trying hard enough!" Marge insisted.

Frankie picked her head up.

"Fucking hell, Marge. You know me better than that. Besides, I know what he's capable of. I'd rather eat you myself than to watch you enjoy his magic tongue."

I should have given Frankie more credit. She was reading the situation perfectly.

"Then get the fuck away from me. Zucchini Boy, get back on the job, and you better be as good as she says you are!" Marge roared, pushing Frankie away.

Frankie gave me a subtle wink as we passed before I took my place back between Marge's thighs. This wasn't going to take long.

I removed the block on Marge's aura before lapping vigorously at her clit, adding a healthy amount of sexual energy to her aura. Her arousal quickly climbed, and she placed her hands on my head to keep me in place, moaning lightly.

I reached up to squeeze a tit but found only a slight increase in her reaction. Apparently, her breasts were not that sensitive. I needed to focus my efforts between her legs.

I shifted my head lower and found her entrance. Because of her size, it was difficult to probe very far with my tongue, so I decided to put my demonic powers to use, extending my tongue deeper into her cavity. I was surprised about how much room was in there! I remembered Frankie calling Marge "a big cunt," but up until now, I hadn't taken that expression literally.

"What the fuck?" Marge moaned above me as she felt my tongue probing inside her. She pushed harder on my head; she wanted more.

I injected more sexual energy into her aura, and it burst into a bright white intensity. She slowly twisted into a full body clench as she teetered on the precipice of an orgasm. She whimpered slightly as I held her there, savoring the moment before I tipped her over the edge by doubling the thickness of my tongue and rubbing it hard against her g-spot.

"Oh my God!" she moaned and clenched hard, squeezing my head between her heavy thighs. Her tangy juices had a strong musky quality as she came.

I held on as long as I could, but even demons need to breathe. I retracted my tongue back to its normal size and pulled my head out of her crotch. That entire sequence lasted less than four minutes. Meanwhile, I took advantage of her orgasm to replenish the sexual energy I had used to push her arousal.

It took Marge a few minutes to recover her breath.

"Holy shit. What the fuck was that? It felt like he was all the way inside me!" Marge panted.

"I told you it was magical. Just wait until you feel the other end," Frankie smiled.

Marge glowered at Frankie.

"Why the fuck are you smiling. I thought he was your new toy?"

"Don't worry, I'm still jealous. But I'm so sore from what he did to me this morning that I could use the break," Frankie replied.

"I am right here, you know," I said.

Marge looked at my erection and spread her thighs again. "Since you're 'right here,' you can show me that you're as good as she says you are. Just be sure I come before you do," she reminded me.

Her aura was shining brightly now, but the green edges were still present. Maybe it was time to start flipping the script.

I moved closer to the head of the bed, giving Marge a closer look at my cock. Her eyes were glued to it as its demonic attraction drew her in and raised her arousal.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," I said firmly.

"What?!" she asked, her demanding manner slipping.

"You heard me. If you want this inside you, you need to be on your hands and knees. I want you to feel the full effect of this big zucchini in your cunt," I replied.

She hesitated, clearly trying to regain control of the situation, but the lure of my demonic erection had already taken hold, and I was locked into her aura. Her domineering manner gave way to lust and curiosity. She was anxious to get me inside her and she quickly got on her hands and knees. According to my reading of her aura, doggy style was her favorite position. She only chose the missionary position because it gave her more control over her partner.

I climbed onto the bed and placed the tip of my cock against her labia.

"Try not to cum too soon," I taunted.

"Don't worry I--oh shit!" she replied as I pushed inside.

Besides being well lubricated, she had a big opening, and I easily slid all the way in, hilting myself in a single thrust. I wondered what she was using for sex toys to get so big inside.

I inflated my zucchini to take up her added width, further enlarging and intensifying her aura. In a last-minute change of plans, I decided to block her climax to keep her from cumming too soon. Then, to raise her arousal further, I slapped her hard on the ass, leaving a red mark and causing her to clench hard on my cock.

"Fuck," she murmured under her breath, trying to hold back. It was totally unnecessary on her part because of my block on her orgasm, but she was unaware of it.

It was time to start thrusting. But rather than build slowly, I pushed hard, making her puffy flesh quiver with every thrust. She moaned and panted almost immediately, and within a minute, she was whimpering for an orgasm. Another minute later and she was practically in tears, thrusting back, trying to make herself cum.

I felt a low rumbling in my groin, the demon inside anxious to absorb her carnal energy. But I wanted to push her to her limit and humble her in front of Frankie.

"Right there, right there, right there," Marge panted in a series of clenches. She had been on edge for the past couple of minutes, but I continued to hold her orgasm back, allowing her arousal to climb to higher and higher levels.

"Is there a problem, Marge?" Frankie chided.

"Fuck. I'm so close. But I can't cum," Marge gasped.

"Try slapping her harder," Frankie suggested.

"Like this, you mean?" I asked.

Slap.

Marge clenched and her aura climbed higher. "Ah, ah, ah!"

"Harder!" Frankie voiced.

"Oh, you mean like this," I teased.

SLAP.

Marge clenched again. I loosened the block on her climax just a bit. She was excruciatingly close.

"Please," she mewled.

"HARDER!" Frankie shouted.

SLAP!!!

Marge moaned incoherently as her body quivered, but she could not cum. I thrusted harder, faster. When I decided that she had had enough, I looked over at Frankie to be sure I caught her attention. I mouthed the words, 'three... two... one...'

"Cum."

I unblocked Marge's climax, and it burst into a white-hot supernova.

"OH FUCK!" Marge screamed as she squeezed me hard, cumming in a series of tight, milking clenches.

That triggered my own eruption just as her orgasm was starting to wind down.

"SHIII--" she shrieked as she climaxed again when my ejaculate splashed against her inner walls.

She was still cumming when I finished and drank in her orgasm before withdrawing my cock. Shaken and spent, she collapsed on the bed, panting for air. I briefly stayed to enjoy a bit of her afterglow before joining Frankie in the bathroom to wash up. Marge was sitting on the bed, still short of breath when we returned.

"Where did you find him?" Marge panted, while I got dressed.

"In the library," Frankie replied, pulling out her phone.

"In the Erotic section?"

"No, the help desk," Frankie replied smiling, before calling Kayla.

Marge limped out of bed and got dressed while Frankie spoke to Kayla.

"The full house will be assembled in half an hour for your readmittance to the sorority," Frankie announced after she hung up.

Sore from her unexpected 'workout,' Marge gingerly got dressed while we watched and waited with suppressed amusement. When she was finally ready, she insisted we take her car, a top of the line, brand new BMW SUV. She brought along a small plastic bag that had her underwear in it. The sorority sisters were all waiting inside, gossiping among themselves, wondering what was going on. Their buzzing got louder when we came through the front door.

"Quiet, bitches! For those of you who joined the house this year, this is Marjorie Collinsworth, a senior, who used to belong to this house until the end of last year--" Frankie began her announcement.

"Until this cunt kicked me out!" Marge interrupted.

Suddenly, everybody started talking at once.

"QUIET!" Frankie yelled above the fray. Then to Marge, "There was no need for that."

"I have agreed to let Marge back into the group--" Frankie continued but was interrupted by Marge again.

"Don't forget the apology!"

Frankie took a deep breath.

"Right. I also want to publicly apologize to Marge for kicking her out of the sorority."

"What about those rumors you spread about me, I want you to apologize for that as well," Marge demanded.

Frankie glowered at Marge. She was quickly reaching her frustration point.

"I... also want to apologize for..."

"Say it!" Marge demanded when Frankie hesitated.

"Spreading rumors about her last year. I said she had an STD, but that was a lie" Frankie said through gritted teeth.

Once again, everyone started chatting at once. Some of the sisters were looking at Frankie angrily, feeling betrayed.

"QUIET!"

It was Kayla who yelled it this time. She turned to Frankie.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Frankie nodded sadly. "I gave my word."

Kayla turned to the crowd of girls. "Okay everybody, down to the initiation room!"

The girls all started filing down to the basement with Kayla, Marge, Frankie, and me at the end of the line.

"Where does he think he's going?" Marge asked Frankie.

"He's my guest," Frankie replied.

"That's not in the bylaws! Guys aren't allowed in the initiation basement," Marge argued.

"Neither is letting expelled members back in, and since I'm the president, it's my decision to make," Frankie retorted.

"Do you agree?" Marge asked Kayla.

"You don't want to hear my opinion. I think this whole thing is a mistake in the first place," Kayla replied.

The basement was sectioned off and one of the sections was an enormous bathroom with several trough-like sinks and an open shower area with four separate shower heads and a large drain on the floor.

"Okay, strip," Kayla instructed Marge once everyone had assembled.

Marge undressed in front of everyone, and Kayla took her clothes and the plastic bag and placed them in a nearby cubical.

"Take your position," Kayla instructed.

Marge stood in the center of the shower area. Frankie stood in front of her.

"Marjorie Millicent Collingsworth, do you solemnly swear that you will faithfully follow all the rules, bylaws and regulations of the Beta Iota sorority, and to the best of your ability, demonstrate loyalty, honor, bravery, and servitude in keeping with the traditions of our sororal order?" Frankie recited.

"Yes, yes. Let's get on with this," Marge replied impatiently.

Frankie let out an exasperated sigh.

"Then prepare yourself for your induction, or reinduction in this case," Frankie replied.

Marge turned on one of the showers and rotated under the spray. She picked up the stiff, prickly-looking sponge and scraped it across her skin, causing it to turn even pinker. She spent extra time over the blonde patch of hair on her mons. When she was done, she sat down on the edge of plastic bench that was placed over the drain where she was showering.

The two newest sisters, Haley and Crissy had stripped and approached Marge with a can of shaving cream, a pair of scissors and a razor. Marge stopped them.

"No. I want her to do it!" she demanded, pointing to Frankie.

Most of the sisters looked at Frankie expectantly.

Frankie looked at the faces watching her.

"Fine," she sighed and stripped. Once she was naked, she looked at Haley and Crissy, "Hold her legs apart."

She took the scissors from Crissy and trimmed the excess hair from Marge's bush. After that, she took the can of shaving cream from Haley and applied it to the stubble of hair left over Marge's mons. Then she carefully shaved her, removing every trace of stubble and shaving cream. The tattooed letters Beta and Iota could clearly be seen from Marge's original tattoo.

Frankie was about to stand up when Marge stopped her.

"Are you forgetting the last part?" she sneered.

"You've already had that done the first time," Frankie protested.

"But there are different sisters living in the house now. It's in the bylaws," Marge replied.

Frankie sighed again. "Fine."

She knelt in front of Marge and kissed her shaved mons. When she got up, the rest of the sisters lined up in decreasing order of seniority and took their turn kissing Marge's mons.

"Does this happen with every new inductee?" I whispered to Frankie as the mons-kissing procedure continued.

"Yes, and there's a pussy-licking procedure after the tattoo, but thankfully we can skip that," she whispered back.

Once everyone had kissed Marge's mons, Frankie completed the ceremony. She was still naked when she made the announcement.

"I now officially welcome you back into the sorority."

The girls were chatting noisily as they started to the stairs.

"WAIT A MINUTE, EVERYONE! NOW THAT I AM OFFICIALLY A BETA IOTAN AGAIN, I WANT TO CHALLENGE FRANKIE FOR THE PRESIDENT'S POSITION!" Marge shouted.

"You can't do that! There's nothing in the bylaws about it," Frankie protested.

"There's no rule against it, either. You stole that presidency away from me, now I want it back!"

"It's too late for that now. I'm the president and you're only a senior member," Frankie retorted.

The rest of the sisters were starting to gather around the two naked seniors.

"You broke the sorority girl's code by spreading false rumors about me. You don't deserve to be president. I say we should hold a vote. Otherwise, Zucchini Boy doesn't get my underwear!" Marge declared.

Once again, the rest of the girls in the sorority began talking amongst themselves.

"You two-faced Bitch! I met all your fucking demands. I humiliated myself in front of everyone. Now you're going back on your word!" Frankie protested.

The chatter got louder. Things were getting out of hand. Frankie looked at Kayla who held up her hands, not knowing what to do or say.

"EXCUSE ME. I KNOW I'M JUST A GUEST HERE, BUT CAN I SAY SOMETHING?" I shouted.

The room immediately quieted down and all the faces turned to me.

"I feel responsible for all of this, and I would like to offer an explanation and a solution. First, Frankie offered to help me with a prank. This one is even more serious than the one that you all did to help that poor girl April. I don't need your help this time, but I do need a large pair of used panties, which is why Frankie has agreed to let Marge back into the sorority."

A chorus of whispers followed my words, but I continued.

"Like Frankie said, we have met all of Marge's conditions, but she still wants to humiliate Frankie further for what happened last year. To be fair, Marge has good reason to feel cheated, but she also tried to steal that election by cheating in a different way. Holding another election now would only divide the sorority and further increase the bad feelings that already exist between the two. I suggest that rather than making everyone choose sides, that there should instead be a contest to determine which of them is the strongest leader."

"What contest? What do you propose?" Gina yelled out from the crowd.

"I don't want a contest!" Marge shouted.

"That's not what you asked for. You said you wanted to challenge Frankie, and that's what I'm suggesting, a challenge," I replied.

The crowd of girls murmured in agreement.

"As vice president, I want to hear more about this challenge," Kayla said.

Everyone looked at me again.

"I suggest an 'pie-eating contest' of sorts. Frankie and Marge should take turns eating each other out and whoever cums last is the president. The loser must agree to obey the winner," I suggested.

"A muff-pie eating contest!" one of the girls shouted.

The basement erupted in laughter, except for Marge and Frankie, who were sizing each other up. Marge had a wry grin, no doubt remembering that she wasn't the least bit aroused when Frankie tried to eat her out back in her dorm room.

"I'll agree under one condition. That I get a three-minute advantage!" Marge announced.

"No way! It should be a fair contest," Frankie objected.

"That is fair. My bush was just shaved and I'm extra sensitive there. You should feel lucky that I'm agreeing to this at all!" Marge replied.

Frankie looked upset as whispered to me, "I don't know what you need her panties for, but this better be worth it."

"Oh, it will be. I'll tell you everything when it's all over," I whispered back.

Frankie turned to Marge, "I'll agree, but only if you give your underwear to Zucchini Boy first."

One of the girls, I think it was Cathy, handed me the plastic bag with the large panties.

"Who goes first?" Kayla asked.

"I'll flip a coin. Challenger gets to call it in the air," I said reaching into my pocket and finding a quarter.

Marge called heads, but tails came up. Frankie sat down on the plastic bench and had Marge on her knees first. Kayla agreed to be timer and set her phone and started the contest.

Marge was better than I expected as I watched Frankie's aura quickly brighten. I couldn't see Marge's right hand, which was supposedly holding Frankie's labia open, but looked awfully close to her clit. I suspect she may have been cheating by rubbing it. After two minutes, Frankie was getting close. She looked over at me for help, but I just smiled and waited a little longer until she was almost there. She's always a lot more fun to watch when she's good and horny. Besides, I'd get a bigger hit from her aura that way. Just when she was about to go over the edge, I blocked her climax.

Frankie squirmed and moaned on the plastic bench, but she couldn't cum. Knowing that Frankie was close, Marge tried even harder.

Frankie looked at me in desperation before panting, "No fingers. She's cheating!"

"Gina. Penny. Hold her hands," Kayla instructed.

The two girls grabbed Marge's wrists and held them behind her, while Marge continued to attack Frankie's clit with her tongue.

Meanwhile, the rest of the sorority enjoyed the show, watching as Frankie writhed beneath Marge's tongue, but still held on.

"Oh, fuck," Frankie moaned, looking at me.

Another minute passed and finally, I relented and unblocked her.

"Sheeeeet!" Frankie moaned as she came hard in Marge's face.

"Nine minutes and seventeen seconds!" Kayla announced as she stopped the timer.

"She cheated. She pulled on my clit ring with her teeth," Frankie gasped, still in the final throes of her climax.

After a brief timeout for a chance for Frankie to recover and drink some water, it was her turn to work on Marge. Marge sat on the plastic bench but didn't spread her legs wide enough to give Frankie adequate access to her cunt.

"Fuck you, Marge. You had your legs spread wider than that when I was shaving you," Frankie claimed.

"Gina. Penny. Hold her knees," Kayla directed, and added, "Frankie, because of the three-minute handicap, you must be faster than six-minutes and seventeen seconds.

Once Frankie had better access to Marge's pussy, Kayla started the timer.

This time, I didn't block Marge's aura and watched it climb quickly as Frankie worked on her pussy. Frankie helped Gina and Penny hold Marge's thighs apart, her hands nowhere near Marge's vulva. After about two minutes, she still had a long way to go. That's when I gave Marge's aura a little push. She responded with a moan.

Frankie renewed her efforts and after about another minute, I gave Marge another jolt of sexual energy. That brought her to the edge when I placed a hold on her aura.

"Oh my God," Marge moaned as she grabbed Frankie's head and held it against her crotch. I wanted to make Marge squirm a little longer to make the contest look close, but now I was worried that Marge would smother her. After another fifteen or twenty seconds, I released Marge's aura.

"FUUUUCK!" Marge shouted as she arched her back stiffly, releasing Frankie's head.

"Four minutes and two seconds! Frankie wins!" Kayla shouted.

Cheers erupted in the room. Some of the girls were jumping up and down.

Someone started a chant, "FRAN--KEY! FRAN--KEY!"

A tired, but jubilant Frankie stood up, still panting for air. Kayla raised Frankie's right arm in the air.

"The winner!" she announced, and another loud cheer rang out.

Marge, still coming down from her orgasm, nodded in defeat. It didn't work out the way she had planned, but there was no denying she had just experienced four of the best orgasms in her life that evening.

The sorority girls went upstairs and started an impromptu party to celebrate Frankie's victory. I was with Frankie when Marge stopped by to congratulate her and agreed to abide by her terms. But when Marge turned to leave, Frankie spoke out.

"Aren't you going to stay and party with us? You're one of the bitches now."

"No. I need some 'me time' for a while back in the dorm, but thank you, Mistress Cunt," she replied, with a tired smile.

"Would you mind giving me a ride home?" I asked Marge.

Frankie turned to me with look of surprise. "You're leaving? Don't you want to stay and party with all these beautiful bitches?"

"It sounds like fun, but I promised my cousin I'd spend some time with her tonight," I replied.

"Who's your cousin?" Marge asked as we got in her car.

"Tina Nicholson."

"That gorgeous model who works in the Admissions Office? She's your cousin?" Marge asked.

"Yeah. We've known each other ever since we were kids. Although she used to be a redhead back then," I replied.

"Oh," she replied.

It was a ten-minute drive to Tina's house, and we sat in an awkward silence for most of that time.

"Look, I know things didn't turn out the way you wanted, but we can still be friends," I offered, breaking the silence.

"What do you want? Money? You think that because I'm fat, I'll pay you to have sex with me? Is that what you're after?" Marge replied.

"No. I'm not some kind of gigolo, and I don't know what your problem is, but I can see you're hurting. I just figured you could use a friend, that's all. No conditions, no strings attached. Sex is out, but not because of your weight, I just don't want to hurt anyone's feelings."

"Why would you want to be friends with me, especially after the way I treated you and Frankie?" she asked.

"Because you look like you could use one. Besides, I figured you'd make a much better friend than an enemy," I replied, chuckling slightly.

She laughed. "You're right about that. Okay, truce and friendship without conditions, agreed?"

"Agreed, friend," I said as we pulled up in front of Tina's house.

"Okay if I call you? I already have your number from when Frankie called me on your phone," she asked.

"Of course, and thanks for the lift."

Walking into the house, the first thing I noticed was that most of the lights were off. The living room was lit by a few scented candles and the glow of the 74-inch flat-screen TV. The images on the screen were of a side view of an attractive blonde on her knees giving head to a well-hung stud standing over her. Both were naked with the guy holding a leash that was attached to the black collar around the woman's neck.

With the back of the couch facing the hall entryway, I could only see the back of Tina's head as she watched the action on the screen. She turned her head as I entered the room.

"Oh, hi. How did everything go?"

"Pretty well, I think," I replied as I was taking off my coat.

"Come here and have a seat," she invited, patting the couch next to her.

I walked around the couch to sit down. That's when I saw what she was wearing. It looked like some sort of shiny black body suit that was skintight, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. There was a zipper in the front that was unzipped down below her navel, showing all of her cleavage. The suit technically covered her breasts, but her erect nipples stood out visibly beneath the shiny material. There was another zipper over the crotch of the suit. This too was unzipped, and Tina's open crotch was on full display with one leg bent on the couch and the other draped over the side with her foot on the floor. She also had a black choker, or "slave collar" around her neck.

She had a lowball glass with an amber liquid in one hand and she was casually fingering her pussy with the other.

"Um, I thought we were going to talk," I said quietly over the slurping noises coming from the screen.

"Oh, we are. I just thought you might want to sit and relax and enjoy a movie together first. Would you like a drink? This is bourbon," she said holding up her glass.

"Uh, no. I want to keep a clear head. I still have some more studying to do."

"What are you talking about? I thought we were going to spend some time together," she replied, taking a large sip of her drink.

"Yea, just to talk," I reminded her.

"Here, sit down," she said, sitting up straight, giving me more room on the couch.

I sat down on the far end, away from her.

"I meant for you to sit next to me," she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Let me get you a drink."

She quickly got up and walked to the small cabinet near the TV and poured some bourbon into a lowball glass. The way the body suit clung to her back looked even more erotic than the front, especially how it caressed her well-rounded ass, showing each individual cheek.

"(Ahem.) Is that latex?" I asked as she approached holding both glasses.

"Yes. Do you like it?" she asked, handing me a glass.

"It... it definitely looks... Wow... is it comfortable?"

She sat down next to me. Any closer and she would have been on my lap.

"It's a bitch to put on, as you can imagine. But once it's in place, oh my God! It feels like another skin; and I get so horny wearing it. Here, feel for yourself," she said as she grabbed my free hand and placed it on her upper, inner thigh, close to her open crotch.

The material was so sleek, it felt watery or oily to the touch. Between the feel of the latex, the look of the suit clinging to Tina's body, the smell of her arousal, and the TV images of the naked blonde sucking that fat cock, I felt an uncomfortable strain against the front of my pants. I quickly withdrew my hand from the body suit.

"Tina, I thought we were going to talk."

"We are. I just thought that you should unwind a little, first. I know how tense you get when we talk about sex and your being an incubus and how complicated things seem to be for you. Maybe they only seem complicated because you make them that way."

"No. Tina I--"

"Ooh! Watch this!" Tina interrupted, pointing to the screen.

The blonde was sucking a dick that looked to be at least 9 or 10-inches long and thick. In a close-up, she held her jaw open as wide as she could and pushed her face closer to the guy's pelvis until there was maybe an inch of cock showing between his shaved crotch and her lips. She held it there, making small "glurking" sounds as her eyes began to tear and her face turned red. After what seemed like a full minute, she came up for air with several strands of thick saliva strung between her lips and his twitching erection.

"That's so fucking hot! Do you know how good that feels to have a warm, fat cock jammed halfway down your throat twitching as you try to swallow?"

"No, I don't. Tina can we--"

"It looks like you could use some relief. Here, let me help you undo these pants, and I can show you what deepthroating feels like," she said as she reached for my belt.

I pushed her hands away and stood up. "Tina, stop! I don't know what's going on with you, but we're not doing this. Now, if you want to talk, turn off the TV, I'll put on the lights, and we'll talk. Otherwise, I'm going upstairs to my room--alone."

She looked up at me with a crestfallen expression on her face as the sound of moans and groans were coming from the television.

"Okay," she said quietly, and she leaned over and found the remote and turned it off.

I flipped on the light switch and sat in the cushioned chair next to the couch.

"What's going on with you? You're so different from when we were kids. I'm not just talking about your looks. You're absolutely gorgeous. But it seems that all you ever think about is sex. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I'm trying too hard, aren't I?" she asked somberly. She seemed to be talking more to herself.

"What do you mean? What are you trying for? Why do you even need to try? Tina, what's going on?"

After a pause, she replied, "I always knew a day would come when some girl other than me would sweep you off your feet. When you first got here and I found out you were a virgin, I thought helping you lose your virginity would forge some bonds between us. Then, when you became an incubus, I used sex to keep you close. I never expected to lose you to a waitress, like Bailie."

Her words were sad, and she spoke them haltingly. But there was something about the tone of her voice that didn't quite match the emotion of her words.

"What are you talking about? We're cousins. Are you saying you're in love with me?"

"I've already told you I had a crush on you ever since we were kids," she replied in that same empty tone.

"Me, too. But we're adults now. We can still enjoy each other's company and still move on with our lives."

"Does that mean no sex--ever?" she asked.

"Tina... I--I don't know. All I know is that I need a break to sort things out. You're my cousin, and because I don't have a lot of family, you count for most of it. I need you. I love you--as family. But I don't know if I should be having sex with you. But you can count on me to have your back, always."

She gave me a wan smile, but I saw the start of a tear from her eye.

"Thank you for that. I'll have your back, too--even if I can't have your cock--or tail."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head and smiled, despite myself.

"Hey, you can't blame a girl for trying. I also have a couple of favors to ask you."

"Do either involve sex?" I asked suspiciously.

"No. In fact, that's the reason for asking."

"Okay, what are they?"

"Since you haven't touched your bourbon, I was hoping we could sit together and drink some bourbon as a way of starting a new chapter in our lives together without sex," she suggested.

"This sounds more like a way of getting me drunk and taking advantage of me afterwards," I replied wryly.

"Nope. You have my word."

"Alright. I guess I can take a break from my studies for one night," I agreed.

"Also, will you help me get out of this suit? It's even harder to take off than it is to put on," she asked, taking a big gulp of bourbon from her glass.

"Ah, I knew there was a catch. You can't resist the chance to get naked in front of me, can you?"

"Oh, come on, Ross. I gave you my word. Would you rather we sit together with me looking like this? I told you how horny I get wearing this thing. I'll put on my bathrobe afterwards--promise," she replied.

"Fine. I'll help," I agreed, reluctantly.

For the next fifteen minutes, I helped her squeeze out of that tight latex body glove. It was no easy feat, since she perspired while she was wearing it, and the moist skin only made the latex cling to her skin that much tighter. Starting with the shoulders and arms, Tina's body gradually emerged from the shiny, black latex. By the time I was able to unzip the calves and peal the suit off her legs, we had both worked up a sweat. And I was very horny!

Judging by the bright white radiance of Tina's aura, so was she.

"I'll put on my bathrobe," she announced going up the stairs.

"I need to change into something cooler, too," I said as I followed her up.

I put on my sleeping shorts and a tee, my usual "pajamas." It was much more comfortable, but didn't hide my erection as well as my khakis did. I tried "adjusting myself" a couple of times by pointing it down my leg, and tucking it under my waistband, but no matter what I did, there was no way to hide or disguise it.

"Are you ready to go downstairs?" Tina called from the other side of my bedroom door.

"Um, I, ah, changed my mind. I think I'll just stay in my room and study."

"Is it because of your erection?" she asked.

"Well, um..."

"I saw the bulge in your pants when we were sitting downstairs, you know. Don't let that stop you from sitting and drinking with me, unless you change your mind and want me to take care of it for you."

"Do you promise you'll keep your hands off it?" I called.

"I won't touch it. I promise."

"Alright, I'll join you," I said, opening the door.

"Wow, that looks like it's ready to rip a hole in the front," she said, glancing down.

"Hey, you promised."

"I promised not to touch it, I didn't say I wouldn't look at it. Come on, I really need a drink now."

Tina kept her word, although she did tease me to take my shorts off from time to time. We mostly sat and talked about playing together as kids. Later, we talked about high school and the boys she dated and the girls I had a crush on.

She was on her fourth glass while I was still nursing my first. Bourbon is an acquired taste, and I hadn't yet acquired it. We first sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, but by that fourth glass, Tina's head was on my shoulder, and she was slurring her words as she told me about meeting Lezzie for the first time. She snuggled up next to me and seemed to be talking to the bulge on my lap. She never made it to a fifth glass as she fell asleep shortly after draining the last of the fourth.

I carefully picked her up and carried her upstairs, gently laying her down on her bed and covering her with her blanket. She was smiling and looked so peaceful when I left.

It occurred to me that there was so much about Tina that I didn't know. True, we were very close as kids and shared everything together, but that was eleven years ago, and so much had changed since then. Back then, she was a shy, scrappy, redheaded tomboy. Oh, she wasn't shy around me, just everyone else. Somehow being around me made her feel bolder. Of course, that was before she grew breasts and had her first period. Could puberty really have changed her that much?

I yawned. It was late and the lack of sleep was catching up with me. I just wanted--no, needed a good night's sleep, but as I started to drift off, I thought about dream-walking. I still didn't know how to control it, and now that I was a little tipsy and very horny, I had no idea what would happen. In my last conscious moment, a variation of a famous line from the Forrest Gump movie invaded my thoughts, "Dream walking is like a box of chocolates, you never know what..."

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Next Chapter: "Crazy for you."