“Do you fuck your precious sister in the ass?” Anita asked, watching Jacque’s face. His eyes widened a hair at the question. She knew, in that instant, what the answer was. She grinned. If Delila did it, then she would too. Her inhibitions went out the window as she walked up to Jacque. Anita grabbed his softened cock and squeezed it as hard as she could. She saw his eyes widen in surprise but not in pain. She kept her tight grip on his manhood and leaned into him to kiss him softly.  

“I want you to fuck my ass now. If Delila can take it, so can I.”  

Jacque blinked at her. “Are you sure you want to do this? Not every woman can take a dick in their ass. It isn’t the same.”  

Anita released his cock and then squeezed it again. She giggled as she felt his cock thickening in her grip, swelling in her hand. She met his eyes and nodded.  

“I want to try. If I cannot, then so be it. But I want to be every bit the woman she is for you.”  

“You cannot replace her. I will always love her. And if we plan to have a fighting chance against the Queen, we will need to fuck her again.”  

“We?”  

Jacque swallowed and nodded. Anita paused to consider it. She met Jacque’s eyes and saw the concern there.   

“You said you share power through sex. Are you saying we need her power to fight them?”  

Jacque gulped and nodded.  

“You aren’t saying you want to fuck her because you enjoy it but because you need her power.”  

Jacque frowned. His mouth worked for a moment, with no sound coming out. Then he sighed.  

“Anita. I love you. Sex with you is incredible. Please don’t force me to choose between you and her. We need her. We need her power. And yes, fucking her feels amazing. It’s not the same. Every woman feels different. I love fucking her. I love having sex with you. Does this make any sense?”  

Anita laughed. Her body ached to feel him inside her again. She did not care about Delila right now. He could fuck Delila later, but right now, she wanted him to fuck her. She was enjoying making him squirm, though.   

“I think I get it,” Anita said. She leaned against Jacque and kissed him. She parted her lips and let his tongue into her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her against him as his tongue thrust into her mouth. Anita moaned in pleasure, feeling his need for her wash over her. When their kiss broke, she had to take a moment to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest. She reached up and caressed his face.   

“I still want you to fuck my ass.”  

Jacque blinked. “Okay.”  

Anita turned around and leaned against the tree again. She looked over her shoulder at Jacque. Anita watched as he gripped his cock and placed the head of it against her asshole. Anita exhaled slowly as she felt that pressure against her puckered hole. Oh, this felt different. Doubts flooded her mind. That was a big slab of meat he was pushing against her ass. Her body quaked and burned, and it needed to be filled. Her arousal dripped down the sides of her legs. She watched over her shoulder as Jacque ran the tip of his dick through her tender folds, collecting her arousal. She moaned in pleasure as she felt that heat cross her tight entrance.   

Jacque placed the tip of his cock against Anita’s asshole. He pushed it gently against her, moving it in slow circles around her puckered hole. Anita continued to watch, feeling that pressure and heat against her increasing. Her ass started to burn as it stretched over the thick tip of his dick. She groaned in pain, closing her eyes and exhaling. She took a deep breath and exhaled again. She felt the tip of his dick starting to push into her.   

“Shit,” Anita cursed as the pain in her ass started to increase. She continued to take deep breaths, trying to force herself to relax as he pushed harder into her. Still, it was not inside her. She could tell. Her ass was still being stretched over the tip. Jacque watched Anita’s face and saw the pain there. He stopped pressing, watching her, wondering if she really wanted this. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.  

“You stopped?” Anita asked, “Why?”  

“Are you sure you want this?”  

“Goddamnit.” Anita cursed as she pushed back against him. Jacque held his dick steady as Anita pushed herself onto it. Her asshole stretched wider and wider as more of the tip pressed into her. “Shit!”  

Jacque watched in surprise as her puckered hole stretched over more and more of the tip of his dick. Just as the edge of it was about to slip in, she backed up. Then pressed again, almost there, then stopped. Jacque took a deep breath and pushed the final ridge in.   

“Fuck!” Anita gasped as she felt the ridge slip in. Her ass was no longer stretched so severely, but she could feel the thick bulb of the tip of his cock inside her. The pressure was unbelievable. Large and stretched. He was right. This HURT. It burned and throbbed inside her. She looked back at Jacque and saw the concern on his face. Anita could see that Jacque was about to pull it out; she grabbed his hand, squeezed it, and shook her head.  

“No.” She said, “Don’t pull it out. Please. Try to push more in.”  

Jacque watched her in surprise. He could see the pain in her face. The tensing of her muscles in her back. He knew this was hurting her. The pressure on his dick was even more intense than it had been in her pussy. If her pussy had been tight, this was like being in a vice grip. Jacque was not sure how much more he could push into her. He met her eyes and saw a fierce determination there.  

Anita pressed back against Jacque. She felt that pressure slide a hair deeper into her. She gasped as the pressure increased. The pain did not, though. Her ass had already stretched around the thickest part. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She pushed back against him again and felt more of that thick meat slide into her bowels. She blinked. It still hurt, but beyond the pain, she felt pressure on her insides that felt good. She looked over her shoulder and met Jacque’s eyes. She saw the worry and concern there. She smiled at him and patted his hand on her ass. She leaned into the tree and slid forward just a hair, feeling his cock start to slide out. Then she pressed back against him, sliding more of him into her. She gasped as the pressure slid deeper into her.   

“Oh. Oh God. Oh, fucking God.” Anita muttered, as more of his dick slid into her bowels, it felt better. It felt wondrous. She pushed back against him. More slid into her body. She felt herself being stretched a bit wider around the thickest parts of his shaft. She groaned in pleasure. It felt so fucking good. She thrust back against him until she felt his hips pressing against her ass.   

“Fuck me,” Anita exhaled slowly, “That feels amazing. Goddamn.”  

“Are you okay?” Jacque asked in concern.  

Anita laughed. She felt amazing. “Okay? I feel great. This feels fucking amazing.”  

Anita giggled and shook her ass in his groin. She felt his cock throbbing in her ass, sliding in and out with each shake. She moaned in pleasure. Anita felt Jacque’s hands twitch on her hips, squeezing her. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at him. She saw the shocked look on his face and winked.  

Jacque stared at her in shock. His dick was pressed into her asshole to the root. He could feel her arousal dripping from her slick folds onto his balls. Anita’s bowels clenched on his cock, sending a shiver of ecstasy down his back. He gasped in surprise. Then Anita rocked forward, sliding partially off his cock. While he stared in surprise, she slid back against him until her ass cheeks spread against his groin. Jacque moaned in pleasure. Fucking Delila in the ass had always felt good, fantastic even. But this was something else. Anita’s tight ass felt smoother, silkier, and tighter than Delila had ever felt. Sure, it was great to fuck Delila up the ass, but this was mind-blowingly better. Jacque felt his dick throbbing in her ass. The pressure in his balls was increasing by staggering amounts. He blinked and tried to hold back his climax.   

Anita moaned in pleasure as she felt his cock throbbing harder in her ass. Every time she moved, she could feel Jacque’s breath catch. Every shake of her tight little ass made him squirm in pleasure. She looked over her shoulder, pulled away, and gently pushed back against him. She giggled as she saw his lips twitching, the sweat beading on his brow. She could sense that he was on the edge of finishing, and she was excited to feel what it would feel like for him to unload into her bowels. It had been amazing filling her vagina filled up with his seed. She wondered how much different it would feel like when he came in her ass.   

Anita felt a twinge of disappointment that this would not last longer, but she could tell by the look on his face that he was very thoroughly enjoying the feel of her insides. She giggled again as she pulled away from him and thrust back against him a little harder. Anita heard him gasp and match her movements. She started to use the tree to push and pull faster, bouncing off his groin harder. Jacque matched her, thrust for thrust.   

Jacque squeezed every muscle he could, trying to hold off his climax. He closed his eyes while trying to maintain his pace with Anita and tried to concentrate on pushing his climax off a little longer. He felt the pressure increasing in his balls. The tightness in his groin increased more. Jacque squeezed his eyes shut with effort and finally figured it out. The tension in his balls slipped a notch. His cock throbbed hard in Anita’s bowels. Anita gasped in response.  

Anita turned to face the tree, focusing on rocking her body back and forth against Jacque. She felt his hands tighten on her hips again, his thrusts becoming stronger. Her insides quivered with ecstasy. His dick rode deep into her bowels, with each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure that filled her entire body. Anita felt that pressure building inside her abdomen. It felt different than it had before. More insistent. The pulses of Jacque’s cock in her bowels grew stronger, his thrusts more powerful. Anita felt her small breasts rocking against her chest. She wished they were bigger. She wanted to feel them smacking her chest.   

Anita closed her eyes as she continued to rock against Jacque. She concentrated on her speed, forcing her body to move faster. She felt the world around her slowing as Jacque continued to match her vigorous thrusts.  

“Fuck yes!” Anita cried as she felt the world once again freeze around her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw sweat pouring down Jacque’s chest. His body glistened in the filtered light through the trees. He looked like a god with his chiseled body, thrusting into her like a madman. Then, the world became crystalized again. Her heart pounded in her chest as her body moved faster and faster. She felt Jacque matching her speed and moving as fast as she was. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him in the throes of ecstasy, pounding that big dick up her ass. Her body vibrated with pleasure. Anita’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.  

Then the world snapped back to normal, and Anita shrieked in pleasure as she felt her climax ride over her body. A geyser of fluid exploded out of her pussy, soaking her legs. Her muscles twitched and spasmed. She shoved herself away from the tree and smacked against Jacque’s chest. He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close as he cried out as his dick exploded in her ass. Anita cried out again as she felt his hot seed flowing up into her bowels.   

“HOLY FUCK!” Anita yelled as loud as she could. She laughed as she heard her voice echoing through the forest. Jacque squeezed her against his chest. She felt the incredible strength of his arms crushing her body. For a moment, she wondered if he could crush her to a pulp against him. Then his grip loosened. She lay her head against his shoulder, giggling with joy.   

Anita’s body vibrated and quaked. She could feel her fluids flowing freely down her legs. Her breath hitched as her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Distantly, she felt something shift inside her. It felt like a door had been opened inside her mind and soul. She furrowed her brows and closed her eyes, trying to feel what she felt. Something was different. Something intrinsic to her had changed. She could not put her finger on it, but felt different.   

Jacque stood very still, holding Anita’s limp body against his chest. His legs quivered and shook with the force of his climax. His dick spasmed and shuddered inside her. He could still feel his seed spurting into her in small bursts. He also felt like something inside him had connected to her in a way he could not understand. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her skin against his body. The texture of her ass against his groin. The smoothness of her back against his chest. He felt sated in a way that Delila had never felt against him. He sniffed her hair, and the scent of her sweat relaxed him. Jacque kissed her shoulder and neck, tenderly brushing his lips on her soft flesh. He tasted her sweat and the texture of her skin. She tasted wonderful. Jacque took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  

Anita flexed her legs and hugged Jacque’s arms tighter around her. She opened her eyes and looked around the forest. It was quiet. She could hear a soft breeze blowing through the woods, birds chirping, and insects buzzing. It was peaceful and wonderful. She wondered how long they could stay there like this. The breeze blew across her skin, and she felt a brief chill.   

“Jacque?” Anita asked, “Where are we?”  

Jacque laughed. “I have no idea. Somewhere in the mid-west.”  

Anita turned and looked at him over her shoulder. She admired the high cheekbones of his face, the dimple in his chin. She kissed his chin and lips. Jacque smiled at her.  

“We need to get back to your house and rest before we try to rescue George.”  

“Do you think he can be rescued? I saw what he became.”  

Jacque frowned. “He is my brother. I have to try.”  

Anita nodded. “I know. Do we have to go? I like being like this, with you.”  

Jacque chuckled. A deep rumble in his chest gently shook Anita’s body. She could feel his cock still deep in her ass. It felt smaller now but still firm. She loved the way it felt inside her.  

“I know, my love, but we can do this again later.”  

Anita sighed. “Okay. Just take it out slowly. Please.”  

“Of course,” Jacque answered. He kissed her on the cheek, then stepped back and started to pull back from Anita. She gasped softly as she felt the shift in her bowels. The tightness inside her began to lessen. She could feel him starting to slip out and groaned. The pressure in her bowels began to decrease. She had forgotten what it felt like for him not to be there. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward, letting him gently squeeze her waist and spread her cheeks as his dick slipped from her.   

“Fuck.” Anita moaned as his dick slid free. She felt his seed sliding through her bowels. Anita felt like she needed to take a shit. She spun to face Jacque and squatted. Anita flexed her muscles and heard a splatter of fluid and other things burst from her ass onto the ground at her feet. She looked up at Jacque, surprised and a little disappointed.  

“I didn’t want everything you gave me to slip out. It felt so good to have a piece of you inside me. I can’t keep it and hold onto it?” Anita batted her eyes at Jacque. She squeezed her bowels once more and felt another small burst escape her ass. Then she reached for Jacque’s hand and let him pull her to her feet.  

“Do you really want a little Jacque of your own growing in your belly?” Jacque asked as he caressed her cheek with one hand. He reached around her waist and pulled her against him. Anita pressed her body against his. She could feel his limp dick hanging against her groin.  

“Maybe,” she answered, “I had not thought about it. You came in me twice. Will I get pregnant?”  

Jacque shook his head. “Not likely. Unless you want to.”  

“I’m not ready for that. Someday?” Anita asked. Jacque smiled, kissed her, and nodded. Then he closed his eyes and ran his hand over her groin. Jacque could sense his seed inside her vagina, wandering, looking for her eggs. He could feel them, too. They were coming together. He could see them uniting, starting that miracle of life. With the twist of his hand, he stopped their movements. Anita gasped softly.  

“What did you do?”  

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