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WAKING THE VENGENCE:> Just like a cum slut(Incest/Taboo)

Summary: Young man learns he can control minds and the unimaginable happens.

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My story is one that many people will find hard to believe. I’m living it and I find it hard to believe. You see I was that guy. You know the one, the ninety-pound weakling too smart for his own good, too dumb to excel. Well, that is until the day I WOKE. Let me back up a bit. My name is Greg Masters and I can control people’s minds. I know, sounds like bad science fiction or some kind of erotic story fantasy doesn’t it? But it’s not. See, until that fateful day I was your typical nobody.

I was the oldest of two. My parents had been high school sweethearts who got pregnant right after graduation. I was born when my mom was nineteen and a year later my little sister Charlotte was born. My Dad, Silas Masters was head deacon of our church and a mid-level accounting manager for the city we lived in all our lives. I was never what you would call athletic, much to my father’s shame. I was more of a reader and dreamer, even from a young age.

My sister, well, Charlotte was everything I wasn’t. Where I was normal and plain, Charlotte, even as a child, got people’s attention with her looks and bubbly personality. She was blonde haired and blue eyed and even as a child a thing of beauty. For us life was normal. At least normal as we saw it. My parents, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, were Very Religious and ultra conservative. As a leader of the church my dad made sure we attended the private school run by the church and it was there, I think, that my life was primed for this change.

It happened when I was eight. My dad, still trying to toughen me up and make me into some kind of an athlete, enrolled me in the church’s little league team. The first day of practice was the start of one of the worst years of my life. Coach had lined us all up for batting practice and I was next up behind the Pastor’s son Kent. Now Kent was big for his age and a powerhouse, but he also was a bit accident prone. So, the first pitch happened and Kent swung for the fences, only the bat slipped from his hands, sailed through the air connecting with my temple, knocking me out.

I woke up a week later with a fractured skull, having been put into a medically induced coma to allow the swelling in my brain to subside. The doctors warned my father that I had suffered something they called a Traumatic Brain Injury and there were a lot of potential side effects. That ended my baseball career and left me with debilitating migraines and a changed personality. Where until eight I had been quiet and calm, now I seemed to be filled with an uncontrollable anger at the slightest provocation.

This led to ten years of my father and the pastor being convinced that I had become demonic and I was both physically and emotionally abused as they and others in the “church” tried to drive the devil out of me. Nothing worked, but one strange side effect wasthat after a couple of years I could take a beating without feeling anything unless someone connected with my head. Then I’d end up with a migraine which would last for days.

Because of that I struggled in school, not because I wasn’t smart but because I missed a lot of days. I got held back in third grade after the accident because that year my headaches were so bad I couldn’t concentrate and then again when I hit puberty. The doctor told my parents that the hormonal changes were the causes for the increase of headaches. And who knows, maybe he was right. What I do know is that it led to me becoming the oldest kid in my class by two years and a grade behind my little sister.

Okay, so enough background. My Dad is a controlling ass, my mom is a nurse and my little sister is a hottie who is a grade ahead of me in school. Then when I turned nineteen everything changed again. Dad’s job got downsized and we couldn’t keep attending the church-run private school. That’s what lead to what I call the second event, the one that changed everything.

Before I tell you about that I should tell you about my sister Charlotte. I mean I already told you she was friendly, perky and beautiful but she was also my biggest supporter and closest friend. When Dad or the church elders went too far trying to drive the devil from me, it was Charlotte who would sneak into my room and doctor my welts, bruises and scrapes. That was the only act of disobedience my “perfect” little sister ever performed. Other than that, she really was the perfect child. She obeyed without hesitation, she smiled even when doing the worst jobs given to her and she was kind and friendly to everyone.

However, at eighteen she’d also never been kissed or even gone on a date. Dad wouldn’t allow it and she never tried to sneak around his rules. Me, I was the opposite. I got beat no matter what I did. So, I did what I wanted. However, my opportunities for sexual experimentation weren’t much better than my sister’s. Except for the divorcee down the street who took my virginity and taught me to please a woman, there was no one. After all, I was the guy no one was interested in. I wasn’t even a nerd or a geek. I was basically invisible. That was fine with me, I didn’t like people anyway. Well except for Charlotte. Charlotte was my baby sister and I loved her. Probably more than a guy should love his sister and I knew that, but hey, I was demon-possessed anyway so may as well go to hell for lusting after my sister. Besides, while I may have wanted to fuck my sister, I would never have done it because on top of lusting after her I did truly love her. Which is what lead to my becoming woke and gaining my powers.

It was the end of the first week of Charlotte and my first year in public school. It was Friday and I exited the building to look for my sister for our walk home together. I instantly saw red when I noticed her struggling to get out of the arms of the school’s star quarterback who was obviously trying to put his hands where they didn’t belong. I could hear the tension in Charlotte’s voice. “Stop it Brock. I said no let me go!”

I felt the blood rushing into my head and it began to throb under the scar where I’d taken that baseball bat long ago. I rushed up, shoving past his two buddies from the team. “Aww don’t be like that Charlotte you know you want me.”

“HEY! Take your hands off my sister!”

He looked at me and laughed. “Go away little Masters this is man’s business not pussy-boy business.”

Without thinking, I reached into the planter and grabbed up a rock and threw it at the back of his head. This caused him to let go of my sister but then he turned on me. “Did you just hit me in the head with a rock, dickless?”

He advanced toward me and drove his fist into my stomach. Now again, I’m not big and I wasn’t expecting to be hit, but thanks to my dad and the elders of the church I didn’t really feel pain anymore, so I got knocked on my ass. The three football players laughed until I reached out and grabbed the same rock and stood up, throwing it at Brock again and this time hitting him in the forehead. “Why you little shit.”

He turned on me and grabbed me by the shirt and his big right fist slammed into my mouth, busting my lip. Then he did it again and again until blood was dripping down my shirt. Then, because my anger had spiked and I felt the pressure building behind my scar and I knew a whopper of a headache was coming, I spat the mouthful of blood right in his face. He threw me to his buddies “Hold him while I fuck him up beyond recognition.”

The two Neanderthals grabbed hold of me as Brock advanced on me. Charlotte was holding on to his arm promising to do anything if he’d just let me go. He smiled and leaned close to me. “You hear that loser? Your sweet sister just promised to be my bitch if I let you go. But instead I’m gonna fuck you up and while you’re laying there helpless I’m gonna make her my three hole bitch while you watch, knowing you weren’t man enough to stop me. When I’m done she’ll be begging me to use her and you’ll know who turned your little sis into a cock addicted slut. Maybe when I’m done with her I’ll let Rick and Carl here have her too. Heck maybe we’ll all three take her at once.”

That’s when it happened. The pressure that had been building in my head snapped. I mean it literally snapped. I heard and felt a snap and suddenly everything seemed clearer, sharper. I looked into Brock’s eyes and saw he meant every word he was saying. They were going to beat me and gang rape my sister. When I said I saw it, I actually saw him picturing it in his mind and then I did the impossible. “No, you won’t” I said, and I looked to my right at Rick “Let me go.” His hands dropped to his side and he just stood there. Then I looked to my left at Carl. “You too. Let go.” His arms dropped and they both stood there, looking lost in thought.

Brock looked shocked “What are you doing, hold him so I can fuck him up.”

I looked at Brock and laughed. “You don’t understand, do you? You fucked up mister star quarterback. I’m in charge here. You want someone to become a cum slut? I agree the football team needs a cum slut.” I looked at the two linebackers standing on either side of me. “Carl, Rick. Why don’t the two of you drag Brock here into the locker room and… What was it you said Brock? Fuck him until he’s begging you to use him like a cum slut. When you’re done make sure you share him with the whole team.” His two ‘friends’ grabbed him and started dragging him toward the locker room. “What’s wrong with you asswipes? Let me go.”

I called out to them. “Stop.” They stopped while Brock struggled to get loose. I walked up to him, still not understanding why this is working. Yet somehow I knew I was causing them all to do what I say. I looked Brock in the eyes. “Brock, you’re going to hate everything that is happening to you; but you won’t be able to help getting turned on by it. Every time one of them cums in you or on you, you’ll beg for more cum. You won’t be able to stop yourself, you will crave it from the first drop. Oh, and you’ll never come near me or my sister ever again or next time I’ll make you want to fuck a dog or maybe a horse. I hear that donkey sex shows are big in Mexico.”

I looked at the two linebackers “Fuck him good fellas, and don’t forget to share him with the whole team.”

I turned to see Charlotte standing beside me, her eyes wide with shock and fear. “How did you do that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

I winced when I saw her face clear and the fear and shock drop away. “Okay, Thank you for rescuing me.”

“I will always be what you need me to be, Charlotte. I love you and I’ll do anything for you. Don’t you know that?”

She looks at me. “You will?”

Again, I saw what she was thinking and suddenly I realized my sister, the hottest girl I knew, lusted after me; just like I lusted after her. I smiled and leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “All you have to do Charlotte, is ask me to find out.”