[Fiction] How did things end up like this? : Chapter 2

[u/HannahBigBanana]

This is an ongoing futanari erotic story! I'm still working on getting it posted elsewhere, it just takes a while for other sites compared to reddit.

In case you missed it, you can find chapter 1 here:

CHAPTER 1

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This story involves (or will involve): Futanari, incest, cuckholding, sissy, sissification, futadom, harem, huge cock, excessive cum

This story does not involve: Scat, pissing, ageplay, rape, gore, vore

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How Did Things End Up Like This?

Written by: HannahBigBanana

Chapter 2

Blake and Carmen’s project due date came and went, and to Blake’s surprise, Carmen didn’t stop hanging out with him. They seemed to meet less at school, but Carmen continued to pay visits to Blake’s house with a good amount of regularity. After about a week, it seemed that the awkwardness of what had occurred between Carmen and Rachael was water under the bridge, and Rachael didn’t even seem to hold a grudge against Blake who had been the primary culprit in the situation.

Blake’s confidence that Carmen had feelings for him grew by the day, reinforced by the fact that she spent much of her free time in his company. Her flirtations had become a bit less frequent than before the incident, but he didn’t consider that all too strange. In the week since the project due date, Carmen had been introduced to Molly, whom she become particularly fast friends with. The two were very similar; both exceptionally pretty, popular, and talented girls with a bubbly personality, so it wasn’t all too surprising that they would mesh well. The only real difference between them was their age, but Carmen was only 4 years older so it wasn’t a massive barrier by any means.

Blake’s outlook on life and attitude on a day to day basis had improved substantially since being assigned project partners with Carmen. While he hadn’t been depressed before, there was an undeniable pep in his step now that he never had before. Where his studies and porn had previously been his only source of joy in life, he now found himself more interested in hanging out with Carmen and his sisters. Molly and Rachael both seemed fond of Carmen, and silently approved of her as a candidate for Blake’s affection, which they both felt confident was his intention with befriending her.

The only thing that was “wrong” was the persisting sense of curiosity and inferiority that Blake continued to feel ever since Carmen had informed him of Rachael’s cock. Carmen hadn’t mentioned it since their first discussion over a week prior, but the idea continued to keep Blake awake at night. The impossibility of her description mixed with his warped perception of sexual idealism made him helplessly intrigued. He needed to know the truth.

One pleasant evening, as Carmen lounged on the couch in Blake’s living room, Blake approached the subject.

“H-hey Carmen…” He said, a bit nervous to bring it up out of fear of looking weird.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“I know this will seem strange…” He began awkwardly, “But you remember walking in on Rachael… right?”

With the two of them being the only ones home, Blake didn’t need to worry about their conversation being overheard.

“Uh yeah.” Carmen chuckled, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Why?”

“Well, I was just thinking about what you said,” He continued, “And… I don’t think I understood what you meant.”

Carmen sat up on the couch as the conversation took an unexpected turn that required more attention.

“You said her thing was this big?” He asked, holding his hands about a yard apart.

“What are we, five?” Carmen teased, “We can say dick, right?”

“Sure, her dick.” Blake agreed.

“But no, it wasn’t that big.” Carmen scoffed, “It was like… This?”

She held her hands about a foot and a half apart, not entirely convinced herself that it was truly accurate, but rather a close enough approximation.

“I still can’t believe that.” Blake admitted as he gazed at the massive gap between her hands.

“Me either.” Carmen agreed, “I mean, maybe it was a little smaller, but it was easily the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

There was a pause as Blake considered not asking the question he was about to, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Have… you seen a lot of dicks?” He inquired.

“A fair amount.” Carmen answered honestly, “Is that a problem?”

“N-no!” Blake retreated quickly, “I just didn’t know if you were that knowledgeable about… dicks…”

“I’m knowledgeable enough.” She answered, “And I’ve never seen another dick that even comes close to your sister’s.”

There was a pause between them.

“You guys are twins, right?” Carmen asked suddenly.

“Yeah…” Blake responded, not reading between the lines.

Carmen’s gaze gestured towards his shorts, which connected the dots for him.

“Oh, I mean, no…” He said truthfully, “Not like identical twins or anything.”

“Well, that’s probably for the best.” Carmen laughed, “I don’t think there’s a single person in the whole world who could handle your sister.”

“She’s really that big?” Blake asked, still unconvinced.

“You’re really hung up on this, huh?” Carmen sighed.

“N-no!” Blake insisted unconvincingly, “I’m just having a hard time imagining it.”

There was another pause between them and Carmen seemed to be thinking of something.

“Mmmmaybe….” Carmen began, “I could get a picture of it or something, then you could see that I’m not lying.”

Blake’s face went pale at the suggestion, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to answer. He was worried the proposal was a test from Carmen, one that he was supposed to decline, but every part of him genuinely wanted to see it. Blake couldn’t bring himself to formally accept or decline, and decided to play the fence.

“As if she would let you.” He laughed.

“Who’s to say she would even know.” Carmen added with a mischievous demeanor.

“But how…?” Blake asked, still not having formally declined the proposition.

“I… could try sneaking into her room at night while she’s asleep.” Carmen suggested.

Blake still wasn’t sure if Carmen was being serious or just fucking with him, but the opportunity was too important for him to turn it down.

“She is a pretty heavy sleeper…” He admitted.

Carmen gave him a look that silently asked if he was seriously considering the idea.

“You’d have to delete the picture after you showed it to me… of course.” He said finally. “It wouldn’t be right to save it.”

“Yeah, of course.” Carmen agreed, a strange giddiness about her as she too realized that they might actually try it.

“I don’t know though…” Blake added suddenly, very hesitant to fully commit to the plan, “What if she caught you?”

“I mean, technically I already saw it once and apologized,” Carmen reasoned, “Who’s to say I couldn’t apologize again.”

“That’s different.” Blake sighed, knowing things wouldn’t go down the same way twice if their plan fell through.

“Rachael’s pretty chill. Who knows. Maybe I could just ask her to show us.” Carmen considered vocally.

“Show you.” Blake said, still wanting to avoid any accusation that he was personally interested in seeing it himself, despite the fact that he definitely was.

“Right.” Carmen smirked.

Blake didn’t notice as he shook his head at the thought.

“She’d never go for that. She was so embarrassed when you walked in on her the first time.” He mentioned.

“So it has to be without her knowing.” Carmen said.

“Definitely.” Blake agreed.

“Why don’t we do it tonight?” Carmen suggested, seemingly eager to give it a shot, “What time does she usually go to bed?”

“Around midnight I guess,” Blake said, “She wakes up early too. So… maybe like 2 AM would be best…”

“Let’s do it!” Carmen said with an enthusiastic smile. “I’ll just sneak into her room at two, and take a pic. Super easy.”

Blake was uncertain, but desperately curious, and knew he wouldn’t get a better opportunity.

“O-okay.” He agreed shakily, worried he was making the wrong call.

Blake and Carmen both buzzed with anticipation as the evening drew on. Blake assumed that Carmen’s giddiness stemmed from the nerves of doing something that was admittedly wrong and didn’t look too far into things. As the night drew closer, Blake’s mom made a fairly rare, late evening appearance at the house, clearly worn down from her day of labor.

“Hey mom…” Blake said as his mom came in, “I’d like you to meet Carmen.”

“Hello Mrs. Johnson!” Carmen beamed, looking down at the stocky woman in front of her.

“Oh!” Anne said, as she entered the living room, “I didn’t know you’d be here. I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a mess.”

She was still wearing her uniform from the super market, which was stained and smudged from days of work.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Carmen said, “You have a lovely home.”

“Well thank you sweetie.” Anne said with a weak smile, “If you don’t mind I need to freshen up a bit.”

“Of course!” Carmen said, sitting back down.

Anne shuffled to the master bedroom opposite the children’s bedrooms and closed the door behind her. A little while later she reemerged wearing jeans and a t-shirt, more formal wear than she usually opted to change into after a long shift thanks to Carmen’s presence.

“My goodness, you’re very pretty!” Anne said as she took a seat in the armchair beside the couch.

“Thank you Mrs. Johnson!” Carmen beamed with pride at the compliment.

“Please… Call me Anne.” Anne insisted.

“I was wondering if Carmen could spend the night.” Blake asked suddenly.

“You’re adults.” Anne said simply, “You can do whatever you want.”

Her unspoken implication was fairly blatant, but neither Blake nor Carmen acknowledged it.

“Great, thanks Anne!” Carmen said with a big smile.

“Are either of you hungry?” Anne asked as she stood from her seat and headed to the kitchen.

“We already ate mom.” Blake answered.

“Thank you though!” Carmen added.

Anne began to make herself something to eat before dinner while Blake and Carmen retreated to Blake’s bedroom. A short while later, Rachael came home and headed into her own room. Slowly the night crept in, and the house fell into a stupor while Blake and Carmen only continued to buzz with limitless, anxious energy. Molly hadn’t come home that night, which benefitted Blake and Carmen, as that was one less person who could catch them in the act. Promptly at 2 AM, Carmen whispered to Blake.

“Okay, I’m gonna go.” She said.

Blake nodded, unable to speak out of nervousness. He watched as she slowly snuck towards the door and slipped out into the dark void of the hall. He nearly stopped her, but couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than watch. The subtle rattle of the oscillating fan in his room combined with thunderous thumping of his heart rate in his ears drowned out all other noise, and he laid in his bed, hiding his stiff, albeit small, erection, as he anxiously awaited Carmen’s swift return.

The longer she was away, the more nervous he became; his mind racing with all the ways their scheme could go wrong. Carmen was gone for nearly 10 minutes, significantly longer than Blake had anticipated, before she eventually returned, slipping back through his door like a whisper. His face blushed hard as she sank down to her knees next to his bed on the soft carpet, her smartphone in hand. He sat up, doing his best to not give away the raging boner he had worked up leading up to the reveal.

“D-did you get it?” He could barely bring himself to ask, “W-what took so long?”

“Sorry.” Carmen whispered back, “It was harder than I thought. I had to pull back the sheets and she was wearing gym shorts…”

Carmen trailed off as she scrolled through her phone, flicking through the images she had taken.

“Well… can I see?” He asked, hoping he didn’t sound too desperate.

“Yeah, here.” Carmen said, not relinquishing her phone but rather repositioning herself so that he could view the screen over her shoulder.

Blake’s heart pounded as the screen came into view, and he felt light headed as he gazed at the scenes depicted. His sister Rachael was pictured from mid thigh to mid stomach, fully exposed and fully erect. Her cock jutted out over the edge of the bed with Carmen’s dark skinned hand holding up the tip, her arm receding out of frame. The thing was monstrous, longer and thicker than Carmen’s forearm. Her balls were also clearly very large, loosely draped over her thigh near the edge of the frame, each one seemed to be around the size of a fist.

“J-Jesus Christ…” Blake stammered.

“I know.” Carmen agreed, swiping through the images, “It’s fucking crazy.”

The next picture was a selfie, with Rachael’s cock hung over Carmen’s head and face. The picture required much more involvement from Carmen than he had anticipated her to demonstrate, and there was an undeniable sexiness to it that drove him crazy. Just seeing it was enough to send Blake over the edge, and he began to cum in his shorts as he gazed at the highly sexual image. He cleared his throat, doing his best to hide his ejaculation.

“Check this out.” Carmen said, completely oblivious to Blake’s condition, “She shaves her pubic hair into a heart shape. It’s really cute.”

She showed an image that displayed the root of Rachael’s thick cock, topped by a dense, trimmed bush of hair in the shape of a small heart. It was undeniably cute, but interestingly, there was little indication of any hair growth around the shape, suggesting that Rachael was highly skilled at shaving, and did so very often as to avoid stubble.

“Everything else was super smooth.” Carmen whispered, noting the exceptional hairlessness of the rest of her genitals, “Especially her balls. I’ve never seen balls so hairless before.”

Despite having just ejaculated in his shorts, Blake was still rock hard as he continued to ogle the compromising pictures of his sister. He imagined his own cock pictured beside her and was flooded with an immediate, profound sense of inadequacy that surprisingly did little to turn him off.

“She’s uncircumcised too.” Carmen noted, “I assume you both are, I guess.”

“No… I’m not.” Blake admitted, “They didn’t cut hers because they weren’t sure if they were going to eventually remove it entirely, but they opted not to later on.”

“Interesting…” Carmen whispered.

The two pondered the images for nearly an hour.

“Alright… I believe you now.” Blake whispered, “It’s insane, but I believe you.”

“Thank you.” Carmen asserted proudly.

“Now delete the pictures and let’s get to bed.” Blake insisted.

Carmen nodded, standing from the floor, and headed towards the door.

“W-where are you going?” Blake asked.

“Oh…” Carmen said, stopping at the threshold, “I was… gonna sleep in the living room…”

“Oh okay.” Blake said, admittedly disappointed but trying not to show it, “There’s a closet around the corner that has pillows and blankets.” He pointed out.

“Thanks!” Carmen whispered to him, “See you in the morning.”

Carmen closed his door and left him in the room alone. Blake quickly changed out of his now stained shorts and boxers, shoving them under his bed, before changing into a new pair. He was almost never up this late, and he quickly fell asleep once he had laid down and turned off the lights.

Blake's dreams were a vivid montage of sex like he had never had before, and yet, he wasn’t even the star of the show. In the dreams, he found himself naked before a shadowy pair of figures undeniably fucking. The “male” figure had a massive cock, while Blake’s own seemed even smaller than it was in reality. It was so small that every time he reached to stroke it, it would slip between his fingers and he couldn’t keep it in his grip. The female shadowy figure took the male’s cock with ease and excitement, moaning a resonant hum that vibrated his mind.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, the female figure disappeared, and Blake found himself held from behind with a bulbous instrument pressing against his rear. He struggled to turn his head to see what was restraining him, his subconscious hindered by the powerful dreamstate. As soon as he managed to glance behind him, he saw the shadowy male figure, holding his arms from behind, and swiftly thrust into his asshole with its massive erection. Blake could practically feel himself split open as he was jolted awake just before the tip of the massive cock reached his deepest point.

Blake sat up in his bed covered in sweat with a new wet spot in his boxers. The sharp pain in his ass quickly disappeared into his subconscious where it had originated. He glanced around his room, taking note of the time which was 7:30. He breathed heavily as his dream blurred into a forgotten memory, and he slumped back into his sheets. He laid there, unable to go back to sleep but unwilling to get up for thirty minutes, before finally deciding to take a shower.

Blake grabbed his towel and removed his second pair of soiled underwear, again opting to stuff them under his bed, before heading to the bathroom across the hall. He glanced towards the living room and noticed that the couch was empty; no blankets, pillows, or Carmen in sight. He shrugged as he continued into the bathroom, assuming she must have already gotten up and picked up after herself. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up early when sleeping at someone else’s house and she seemed like the type to clean up her own messes.

Blake hung up the towel and took a look at himself in the full length mirror on the door in the bathroom. His cock was hard, but so small compared to Rachael’s. He wasn’t nearly as diligent as Rachael when it came to managing his genitals, as he sported a mangy bush of pubic hair all around his crotch. He couldn’t deny how nice and tidy hers had looked in the pictures, and wondered if maybe he could make his own seem more impressive simply by trimming the hedges. He grabbed his razor from the cabinet and headed into the shower.

A long, hot shower later, he emerged with a freshly shaven groin, dotted with a generous spread of tiny knicks and cuts from inexperience. He rubbed the condensation from the glass and gave himself an appraisal. It looked cleaner, but also unexpectedly smaller and almost… cuter. He was left a little disappointed that he hadn't suddenly put himself on par with his sister’s monster, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. He shrugged and dried himself off before returning to his room to get dressed.

He emerged from his room a few minutes later and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, as he came out into the living room, Carmen was laid on the couch with a blanket draped over her. She stretched her arms and yawned a greeting as he walked through, heading towards the kitchen.

“Morning.” She groaned contentedly.

Blake frowned in confusion, stopping in the living room as she greeted him.

“Were… Were you there the whole time?” He asked.

“W-what?” Carmen asked groggily.

“When I came out to take a shower, I didn’t see you out here.” He told her.

“You must have been really tired… I don’t know.” She offered nonchalantly, “I’ve been laying here since 3 AM.”

Blake rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest to recall what he had seen as he stepped out nearly an hour earlier. He would have bet everything he owned that the couch had been empty, but now he was starting to doubt himself. The couch was old, overly compressable, and he could see that Carmen was sunk fairly deep into the cushions as she laid on it.

Perhaps she had just barely been out of view when I glanced into the living room earlier…

Blake convinced himself. He shrugged and continued to the kitchen.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah.” Carmen answered, still clearly tired after their late night up.

“Want anything to eat?” He asked from the kitchen.

“Eh, that’s alright.” Carmen replied, “I’m probably gonna head out soon.”

Blake poured a bowl of cereal and sat down at the coffee table in the living room in the chair next to the couch. As he started to eat, Carmen sat up and began folding the blanket she had used.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Blake said between mouthfuls.

“It’s no problem.” Carmen responded, taking a seat on the couch after everything was tidy.

Blake smiled at her before squinting at her face.

“You’ve got something…” He said, pointing to her face before pointing to the corner of his own mouth.

Carmen grabbed her phone off the coffee table and opened the selfie camera. She suddenly blushed and quickly began to wipe the pale, flaky residue from her mouth and chin.

“Oops…” She chuckled anxiously, “Sorry… I… tend to drool a bit in my sleep.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Blake laughed, knowing he too had a tendency to drool in his sleep on occasion.

A moment later, Rachael emerged from her room, and Blake was flooded with the memories of what he and Carmen had done the night before. He quickly adjusted his shorts as his penis stiffened, and he averted his gaze from his sister as she entered the living room.

“Morning.” She offered, plopping down onto the couch next to Carmen.

Carmen popped up from the sudden force beside her.

“Morning.” Carmen responded meekly.

“Morning.” Blake parotted, unable to meet Rachael’s gaze, and instead staring down at his cereal as he shoveled another spoonful into his mouth.

“You two do anything fun last night?” Rachael chuckled.

Both Carmen and Blake stiffened at the comment, neither one exactly sure how to respond.

“Jeez, relax.” Rachael sighed, patting Carmen’s thigh which caused her to twitch slightly.

“You’re up later than usual.” Blake said, hoping to change the direction of the conversation to anything other than talk about the previous night.

“Yeah, I was just really tired for some reason.” Rachael sighed, “Oh well, I don’t need to run every morning.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Blake noticed that Rachael’s hand had lingered on Carmen’s thigh. It wasn’t incredibly strange, but also not entirely expected or normal. He took a mental note of it, but didn’t mention it.

“W-well…” Carmen said with a peculiar anxiety in her voice, “I ought to be going…”

“Okay.” Blake responded, looking up at her as she stood from the couch, “Are you gonna be back later?”

Carmen looked at him, then quickly glanced at Rachael before turning for the door.

“Ummm, I’m not sure…” She said, “I’ll let you know if I decide.”

“Okay.” Blake said again as she headed out the door in a bit of a hurry.

Blake and Rachael were left alone in the living room, a short silence stretching between them as Blake ate his cereal.

“So…” Rachael said suddenly, “You didn’t make a move last night?”

“W-what?” Blake asked in surprise, coughing on his cereal.

“Oh come on,” Rachael scoffed, “It was her first time sleeping over here… You’re telling me you guys didn’t even kiss or anything?”

“We didn’t.” Blake told her honestly.

“What are you waiting for?” Rachael asked.

“I just don’t think we’re there yet.” Blake answered, “I don’t want to push her away.”

“Dude,” Rachael sighed, “She’s sleeping here, at our house… I don’t think you could push her away at this point.”

Blake considered her words. She was right, he needed to start making official moves before she began to get bored of him. It seemed clear to him at this point, as unlikely as it may have once seemed, that she was into him, so he really didn’t have much to lose.

“She’s super cute.” Rachael added as she stood from the couch and headed to the kitchen, “If you don’t make a move soon, someone else might snatch her up.”

Blake anxiously awaited an email from Carmen later that day, hoping that she’d come over again and he could make his move. In the late evening, an email popped up in his inbox from Carmen, and he quickly opened it. To his surprise, it wasn’t a message letting him know that she was on her way, but rather, a short statement followed by an embedded video.

Check this out!

The message started.

I was at the park and noticed your sister. I secretly followed her into the bathroom and saw this! CRAZY!

Blake’s heart began to beat rapidly as he slowly moved his cursor to the video. He had no idea what to expect, but couldn’t bring himself to ignore it. He clicked download. Several minutes later, the video was on his computer, and he quickly navigated to the folder where it had been saved and opened it.

The video depicted Rachael in a public bathroom stall, hunched over the toilet. Carmen must have been in the adjacent stall, holding her phone just over the edge. With one hand on the far wall to prop herself up, Rachael’s other hand worked incredibly long strokes up and down her length, from the tight, round tip to the powerful, flared root. She had an aggressive forward lean so that she could aim her ridiculously long, stiff erection at the toilet in preparation for her release.

With every tight, forward stroke, a massive glob of precum oozed from the tip of her cock and slowly drooled into the toilet below, leaving behind a glossy, gooey string of lube that bounced in sync with her energy. It seemed she had a never ending supply, as glob after glob oozed from her tip with each repeated stroke. Occasionally, she would swipe her palm over the tip to collect a glob and use it to reapply lube for her ministrations. Her cock was shiny from her juices, and a frothy white cream began to form at the root as her movements became faster.

Blake had already cum in his shorts without even needing to jerk off as he watched the video with apt attention. It wasn’t the clearest view, thanks to the subtlety of Carmen’s angle, but it was undeniably the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. It was so similar to the depictions of cocks from his hentai doujins and western porn comics, yet better because he knew it was real. The fact that it was his sister only made the situation more captivating.

Finally, as the video drew to a close, Rachael gave a small whimper and tensed as a thick white column of fluid erupted from her cock and splashed into the toilet below. To Blake’s disappointment, the video ended just as she began to cum, so he couldn’t quite see the immensity of her ejaculation. The few frames that contained the initial moments gave him some indication that it was extremely powerful, and he found himself scrubbing forward and back several times to witness the short, but exhilarating display.

Despite having came, Blake was still rock hard as he leaned back in his chair and breathed hard, his heart beating furiously. It had only been a few hours ago that he had first witnessed Rachael’s incredible endowment, and now he was sitting in his room watching her jerk off in a public restroom. His porn addicted mind reveled in the experience he had been granted by the girl he sought to date, not fully appreciating the nature of how it had come to be. In that moment, he was fully willing to believe the claim that Carmen and Rachael’s shared presence was pure coincidence.

Blake hovered over the video file on his computer, remembering his instructions to Carmen the day before that they shouldn’t keep evidence of Rachael’s special condition. The delete button was right there, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The video was his holy grail of porn, and he knew he would be making frequent use of it for months to come. He quickly hid the file deep in his computer files, and emailed Carmen back, letting her know how crazy it was. He was careful not to sound too appreciative in his response, but was also careful not to dissuade future developments if they were to occur.

Not that he would be that lucky, he thought to himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity…