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In the early morning light, the bathroom's white tiles gleamed with a cold, stark brightness that matched the winter chill outside. Oliver, a toddler with a mop of red hair and piercing green eyes, chuckled as he played with his rubber ducky in the bathtub, the warm water rising just above his chubby knees. His mother had drawn the shower curtain for him, creating a cozy little world of bubbles and splashes.

Without warning, the curtain was pulled aside, and in stepped Victoria, his teenage sister. Her red hair cascaded down her back, framing her angelic face and those same piercing green eyes. She had a towel wrapped around her, but the dampness suggested she'd been caught mid-shower. "Morning, squirt," she said with a smirk, her voice playful but with a hint of something more.

Oliver's eyes widened with delight as he saw his sister, and he splashed the water with his chubby hands, sending droplets flying. "Vic-Vic!" he squealed, his voice echoing off the tiles.

Victoria's smirk grew into a wicked grin as she took in the sight of her brother's naked body. Her eyes traveled down to his huge cock, which stood at attention, as if it knew what she had in mind. She stepped closer, the towel slipping slightly to reveal the swell of her breast. "Looks like someone's happy to see me," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Oliver, still innocent of the world's darker desires, had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that his sister was in the bathroom with him, and she looked different somehow. Her eyes held a sparkle that was both curious and hungry. He blinked, his little mind trying to process the situation, his heart racing from the excitement of the water and her sudden proximity.

Victoria, however, had her own agenda. She remembered her mother's claim on her, the feeling of the woman's seed inside her, and the promise of a future filled with a love she hadn't quite understood. But now, she knew she had to act fast. Her mother's words echoed in her head, a siren's call that she couldn't ignore. She turned around, her back to Oliver, and bent over slightly, allowing the towel to slip away from her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse quickening as she revealed her round, firm ass to her little brother. It was a bold move, one that was driven by a primal instinct that overrode any sense of modesty or propriety she might have had.

Oliver, his eyes now glued to Victoria's backside, was both surprised and intrigued by the sight. His innocent gaze grew curious as he watched the water droplets slide down her skin, tracing the curves of her body. He hadn't noticed before how much his sister had changed in the last few months. She wasn't just his playmate anymore; she was a young woman with desires that matched her newfound maturity.

"Vic-Vic, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Victoria looked over her shoulder, her eyes locked onto his. "Oliver," she said, her voice sweet and coaxing, "Mommy put her special love in me last night, and I don't want it to be the first. I need you to fill me up with your love before she has a chance to make me her baby."

Oliver's cheeks flushed, and he nodded, not fully comprehending the gravity of what Victoria was suggesting. She stepped closer to the tub, her hand reaching back to stroke his erect cock, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the urgency in her voice. " Just like you did to Mommy" she whispered, her eyes full of a strange mix of excitement and desperation.

Oliver looked down at his member, which seemed to pulse with newfound purpose under her touch. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew it felt good, and that was all that mattered to him in that moment. He reached out with one hand to hold onto the side of the tub for balance as Victoria guided him closer to her wet, waiting body.

Her hand wrapped around his thick cock, guiding it to her puckered hole. She took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, presenting her ass to him as if it were a precious gift. The warm water made her skin slick, and the scent of her arousal filled the small space. Despite his innocence, Oliver's instincts took over, and he pushed forward, the tip of his cock parting her cheeks.

Victoria's eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip as she felt him enter her. The sensation was foreign, yet oddly comforting. She had felt this way before, but never with someone so small, so pure. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. It was a delicate dance of seduction and domination, played out in the most intimate of settings.

Oliver's cock slid into her wet pussy with surprising ease, the warm water providing the perfect lubrication for their taboo union. His eyes grew wide with wonder as he felt the softness and warmth of her embrace, his little body moving in response to her gentle pushes. He didn't understand the significance of their act, but he knew it was something special, something that made his heart race and his blood pump with excitement.

Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him fill her up, the sensation of his young cock inside her a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. She'd been preparing for this moment since her mother had claimed her, her mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to have her brother's seed deep within her. She moaned softly, her body rocking back and forth to meet his clumsy, unpracticed thrusts.

"Bent over more," Oliver said, his voice a mix of excitement and curiosity. His small hands gripped her hips tightly, urging her closer to the edge of the tub.

Victoria complied, bending at the waist until her palms were flat against the cool porcelain. The new angle made her ass stick out even more, her cheeks spreading wider to give him full access. The water sloshed around her thighs as she adjusted her position, her breath hitching as his cock pushed deeper inside her. The sensation was intense, a blend of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine.

"Just like Mommy," Oliver murmured, his voice a mix of innocence and nascent lust. He didn't understand the words he was saying, but they felt right, as if he was mimicking the adults in his life. His little body moved instinctively, driven by a primal need to claim what was his, to fill the void that Victoria had created within herself.

Victoria's breath hitched as she felt him deepen his thrusts, his tiny body moving with surprising strength. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small bathroom, mingling with the splash of water and their muffled gasps. She spread her legs wider, giving him more room to move, her body responding to his touch in ways she never thought possible. It was wrong, she knew, but it felt so right, so necessary.

"Yes, Oliver," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Just like Mommy." She pushed back into him, taking him deeper, her ass bouncing with each thrust. The pleasure was building, a crescendo that she hadn't anticipated. It was a strange, twisted feeling, being claimed by her own brother, but it was one she craved.

"I'm going to fill you up so much," he declared, his voice taking on a newfound confidence. "So much that you'll be pregnant before Mommy can even think about it."

Victoria's eyes snapped open at his words, the reality of what they were doing crashing down on her. But instead of horror, she felt a strange thrill, a sense of urgency that only served to heighten her arousal. "Oh, Oliver," she breathed, her voice shaky with lust. "Do it. Make me yours."

He took her words as a challenge, his small hips bucking back and forth with surprising force. His cock, though young and untested, was eager to please, sliding in and out of her with a wet, sloppy sound that seemed to echo in the small room. Victoria's moans grew louder, her body moving in time with his thrusts, her ass cheeks jiggling with every impact.

Oliver's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached climax. The warm water splashed against their bodies, mixing with their sweat and the juices of their incestuous union. Victoria could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling inside her, and she pushed back against him with renewed vigor, desperate to feel his seed fill her up.

With a final, triumphant grunt, Oliver released a torrent of sperm into Victoria's eager pussy. It was as if he'd been holding back a lifetime's worth of cum, and it flowed into her in thick, pulsing waves. She could feel her womb stretch to accommodate his vast volume, her inner walls clenching around him as she took his essence deep within her. It was a feeling unlike any she had ever experienced, a powerful, primal sensation that made her feel alive and wanted.

Her own orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with pleasure as she felt him fill her up. She threw her head back and screamed, the sound echoing off the tiles, lost in the intensity of the moment. Her nails dug into the side of the tub, her legs trembling as she fought to stay upright. It was as if she could feel every drop of him inside her, a warm, sticky presence that marked her as his.

Oliver's little body jerked with the force of his climax, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. He hadn't realized how much he'd wanted this, how much he needed to claim her as his own. The sight of her standing there, her body trembling and her eyes glazed with passion, was intoxicating. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew it was right.

Victoria felt him swell inside her, the pressure building until she thought she might burst. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper, her walls clenching around him as she chased her own release. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that she hadn't known was possible. She could feel every inch of him, his young cock stretching her to her limits.

Oliver's thrusts grew wilder, his little body moving with a ferocity that belied his size. He didn't stop, didn't even seem to pause for breath, as he claimed her with every stroke. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of concentration as he worked to please her. It was as if he knew, on some instinctual level, that this was what she needed, what she craved.

"Stop, Oliver," Victoria managed to gasp out, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's too much." But the words fell on deaf ears. He was lost in the throes of passion, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was as ancient as it was taboo. She could feel his cum filling her up, a warm, thick presence that seemed to spread through her very being.

Her eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder at him, her chest heaving with every breath. "Oliver," she moaned, "you don't... you don't know when to quit, do you?" Despite the pain, there was a hint of admiration in her voice, a mix of surprise and awe at the sheer determination of his tiny body.

Oliver's eyes fluttered open, his cheeks flushed and his breathing ragged. He didn't understand the words she was saying, but he knew that she liked what he was doing. He'd watched his mother, seen the way she moved when she was with others, and he wanted to make Victoria feel that way too. He pushed into her with renewed vigor, his hips moving in a way that seemed almost instinctive.

"Yes," Victoria hissed, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Just like Mommy." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill that only served to make her want him more. She had never felt so claimed, so owned, by anyone in her life. It was a feeling that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating, a sense of belonging that she hadn't known was possible.

Oliver's thrusts grew more intense, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, rhythmic sound. She could feel every inch of him inside her, his young cock stretching her out, filling her up in a way that was both painful and incredible. The water in the tub grew murky with their combined fluids, a testament to their incestuous passion.

Victoria's moans grew louder, her body no longer resisting the onslaught. She leaned into him, her ass bouncing with each thrust, urging him to go deeper. Her hand reached back, her fingers finding his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them as she pushed back into him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, a white-hot fire that consumed her from the inside out.

Oliver's little hands gripped her hips with surprising strength, his thrusts growing more powerful and relentless. He was lost in the sensation of her tight pussy clenching around his cock, the warmth and wetness enveloping him completely. It was as if he could feel every inch of her, as if they were one being, connected by the most intimate of bonds.

Victoria's orgasms rolled through her in waves, each one more intense than the last. She was a whirlwind of sensation, her body shaking and quivering with the force of her climaxes. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her moans filling the bathroom with their sweet, forbidden music. She could feel him getting closer, his young body tense with the effort of holding back his own release.

Oliver's eyes grew wide with excitement as he watched her reaction. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he liked it. He liked the way she felt around him, the way her body moved and responded to his touch. He leaned into her, his little body straining as he pushed deeper, his cock swelling even more as he felt her pussy tighten around him.

Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him thrusting into her, pumping what felt like gallons of his young, fertile sperm into her womb. She could feel the warmth spreading through her, filling her up in a way she never had been before. It was as if he was claiming her, marking her as his own in the most primal of ways.

Oliver's thrusts grew erratic as he felt his climax approaching, his little body trembling with the effort. He didn't know what was happening, but he could feel the intense pleasure building in his groin, a pressure that threatened to consume him. With a final, desperate push, he emptied himself into her, his seed spilling into her in a hot, sticky torrent.

Victoria's eyes snapped open as she felt him fill her up, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body convulsed around him. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to reach into the very core of her being. Her walls clenched around his thick, pulsing cock, milking him for every drop as she took his essence deep within her.

Oliver's little body continued to move, his hips pumping into her with a force that seemed to come from somewhere beyond him. He didn't understand the depth of his actions, but he knew he wanted to make her feel good, to make her scream like their mother had. He watched in amazement as her body responded to him, her pussy tightening around his cock with every thrust.

Victoria's orgasms didn't stop. They just kept coming, one after another, each one more intense than the last. She could feel Oliver's sperm filling her up, coating her insides, leaving no part of her untouched by his claim. It was a strange, overwhelming feeling, one that she hadn't anticipated, but it was also intoxicating. Her body felt alive, her every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

But even as she reveled in the feeling of her brother's seed inside her, a part of her knew that she was playing with fire. She had agreed with her mother that begging for mercy wouldn't work, but she had to try. She had to find a way to regain some semblance of control, to keep their twisted game from spiraling out of control.

"Oliver," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Oliver, stop." But the words were lost in the haze of lust that clouded her mind. She knew it was too late. The damage was done. She had allowed herself to be claimed by her own flesh and blood, and there was no going back.

He didn't hear her, or if he did, he chose to ignore her pleas. His tiny hands were now wrapped around her waist, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her in place. With a newfound vigor, he began to spank her, his palm coming down on her ass with a firm, rhythmic smack that echoed through the bathroom. She yelped with each strike, the pain sending shockwaves through her body, only to be drowned out by the pleasure of his cock filling her up.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to be driving her mad. Her body was no longer her own; it was his plaything, a vessel for his desires. She felt him thrusting harder, his young cock plunging into her with a force that she hadn't thought possible for someone so small. It was as if he had been born to do this, to claim her in the most intimate of ways.

Oliver's eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of concentration as he worked to fill her up once more. His little body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his chubby cheeks flushed with exertion. He didn't know why he was doing this, but he knew it felt right, as if it was what he had been born to do.

Victoria could feel him swelling inside her, his cock growing even larger as he approached climax. She knew she should stop him, knew that what they were doing was wrong, but the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. She leaned back into him, her ass pressing against his pelvis as she took him in deeper.

Oliver's eyes snapped open, and he looked down at her, his green eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and confusion. He didn't understand the words she was saying, but he knew she liked what he was doing. And so, he pushed forward, eager to give her more of what she wanted. His young body was a blur of motion, his hips pumping in and out of her with a speed and force that seemed impossible for someone so small.

Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him fill her up once more, his fertile sperm spilling into her womb in hot, thick waves. She could feel every inch of him, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her as he claimed her again and again. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to drive her to the brink of madness.

Her body was no longer her own; it was a playground for his desires, a canvas for his incestuous art. The water grew murkier with every thrust, their combined fluids swirling around them in a sordid dance of lust and taboo. She could feel her ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis, the sound echoing through the bathroom like a dirty little secret that no one was allowed to hear.

Oliver's eyes never left hers as he continued to fill her up, his little hands gripping her hips tightly, his knuckles white with the effort. He pushed into her with a determination that was both shocking and arousing, his cock seemingly insatiable. She could feel his sperm spurting into her, the warmth spreading through her like a warm embrace from the devil himself.

Her legs were shaking, her knees threatening to give out from under her. She leaned back against him, her body no longer able to support the weight of their depraved union. But Oliver was relentless, his cock never faltering as he claimed her over and over again. His thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, as if he was trying to imprint himself onto her very soul.

The feeling of his seed filling her up was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was as if she could feel every drop, a warm, thick presence that seemed to seep into her very bones. Her pussy clenched around him, desperate to hold onto every bit of him, to keep him inside her forever. She moaned his name, her voice a mix of pleasure and despair as she gave herself over to the feeling.

Oliver's body was a blur of motion, his hips pumping into her with a strength that seemed to come from some primal instinct deep within him. He didn't know why he was doing this, didn't understand the gravity of the act, but he knew that it was what Victoria wanted, what she needed. And so he gave it to her, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound that seemed to fill the small room.

Her legs had given out beneath her, but Oliver didn't stop. He held her up, his strong little arms wrapping around her waist as he continued to fill her with his seed. Victoria's eyes were squeezed shut, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. The pleasure was intense, a never-ending crescendo that seemed to consume her whole. She felt his warmth spreading through her, filling her up in a way she hadn't thought possible.

Her belly was swollen to the max, each contraction sending a new wave of painful pleasure through her. It was as if she was being stretched beyond her limits, her body a vessel for his lust. Yet she didn't fight it; she welcomed it, her walls tightening around his cock as if begging for more. She could feel the weight of him inside her, a heavy, sticky presence that seemed to anchor her to the world.

Oliver leaned over her, his green eyes filled with something she couldn't quite place. It was a mix of innocence and hunger, a look that sent a shiver down her spine. He gently kissed her neck, his soft lips leaving a trail of wetness against her skin. His little hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he continued to fuck her with a passion that seemed to defy his age.

Victoria's breath hitched as she felt his teeth graze her skin, his tongue darting out to lick the water droplets from her collarbone. It was a sensation that sent goosebumps racing across her body, a delicious mix of tenderness and dominance that she hadn't expected from her baby brother. She looked down at him, his red hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his little body moving with a precision that belied his inexperience.

The weeks that followed their illicit encounter were a whirlwind of passion and fear. Victoria had hoped that her mother's claim would be enough to satisfy her hunger, but she found herself craving Oliver's touch more and more with each passing day. They had stolen moments together, her teaching him the ways of the flesh with a desperation that seemed to fuel their every encounter.

But as the days grew into weeks, Victoria began to feel a new presence within her, a heaviness that could no longer be ignored. With trembling hands, she picked up the phone and dialed the number for the clinic, her heart racing as she waited for the results of the DNA test she had taken. The truth she sought was a double-edged sword, one that would either set her free or bind her forever to the twisted game her mother had started.

The moment the nurse spoke the words, "The test results are in," Victoria felt the world tilt on its axis. She held her breath, her heart thundering in her chest as she waited for the verdict. And when it came, she couldn't believe what she heard. "The child is your brother's," the nurse said, her voice a monotone that belied the bombshell she had just dropped.

Martha's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. She had thought she had been so clever, hiding her claim from Oliver, but now it was clear that she had underestimated her daughter's cunning. For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the steady beep of the heart rate monitor echoing through the sterile space. Then, without warning, Victoria burst into laughter, the sound raw and unhinged.

"You tried to cheat and get a head start," she spat, turning to her mother. "You really thought you could have him all to yourself?"

Martha's gaze fell to Victoria's swollen stomach, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. She had known that Victoria was fertile, but she hadn't expected her to move so quickly. The jealousy that had been simmering beneath the surface boiled over, painting her cheeks a deep crimson. "What have you done?" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disbelief.

Victoria's laughter grew wilder, her eyes flashing with triumph. "You suggested I try my brother," she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I took your advice. And it seems I got the better end of the deal. He's going to be a father, and I'm going to be a mother. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it."

Martha's face contorted with rage, her hands balling into fists. "You little slut," she hissed. "How could you do this to me?"

Victoria's smile grew more wicked. "You suggested I try my brother," she reminded her mother, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You didn't think he'd impregnate me before your seed took hold did you?"

Martha's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing to slits. "You bitch," she hissed, the anger in her voice palpable. "You think you're so clever, but you're just a slut, a whore who'll spread her legs for anyone."

But Oliver, with his newfound sense of power and pride, didn't flinch. He looked up at his mother with a defiant stare, his small hand still resting possessively on Victoria's swollen belly. "Mommy," he said, his voice clear and firm, "Victoria's tummy is mine now. You can't have it and besides you made me get you pregnant too"

Martha's rage washed over her, a tsunami of anger that made her tremble with fury. She had never seen this side of her baby boy, and it both terrified and fascinated her. "You little..." she began, but Victoria cut her off with a sly smile.

"You know what, Mom?" she said sweetly, placing a hand on Martha's shoulder. "You're right. I am a slut. But you know what else I am? I'm the mother of your grandchild. And there's nothing you can do to change that."

Martha's eyes flashed with rage, but Victoria's smile only grew. She could feel the power shifting in the room, the balance tilting in her favor. For the first time in her life, she felt truly in control, and it was a heady sensation.

"Mommy," Oliver whispered, his voice filled with a newfound authority that seemed to catch Martha off guard. "It's okay. Victoria's belly is for my baby now."

Martha's eyes widened in shock, her rage momentarily forgotten. "What?" she gasped, looking from Victoria's smug expression to Oliver's proud little face. "What are you talking about?"

Victoria leaned in, her voice low and sultry. "You remember telling me how much you wanted to be the first to claim him?" she whispered. "How you hoped he'd be as good at filling me up as you are?"

Martha's eyes narrowed, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the twisted web her daughter had spun. "What are you saying?" she asked, her voice tight with barely contained fury.

Victoria leaned back, her hand still resting on her brother's head. "Oh, come on, Mom," she purred, her voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. "You can't tell me you didn't want to be both of our firsts. You've been eyeing him since he was in diapers, and you practically threw me at the first cock that came along."

Martha's face paled, the truth of Victoria's words hitting her like a sledgehammer. She had always been so eager to mold her children into her own twisted image, to control every aspect of their sexuality. But now, it seemed, the tables had turned.

Oliver looked up at his mother with a mix of confusion and excitement. "Yeah, Mommy," he said, his voice filled with innocence. "Victoria told me all about it. You said it would make us happy."

Martha felt the color drain from her face as the gravity of the situation sank in. Her eyes darted from Oliver to Victoria, searching for a sign that this was all some sick joke. But the smug grin on Victoria's face and the proud, yet clueless expression on Oliver's told her it was all too real. "What have you done?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with shock.

Victoria leaned back, her hand stroking Oliver's red hair with a possessive fondness. "What you did, Mom," she said, her voice like honeyed venom. "You got him to knock me up, just like you planned."

Martha's mind raced, trying to understand how Victoria could be so nonchalant about the situation. "But I..." she began, but Victoria's laughter cut her off.

"You what, Mom?" Victoria asked, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "You didn't think I'd find out? You didn't think I'd want to beat you to the punch?" She leaned in closer, her hand still on Oliver's head. "You've been so busy playing games with us, you didn't realize that we've been playing games of our own."