ALL NOVEL Chapter 42 – The Unexpected Visit From the Totally Normal Sister
Elana looked at her sister sitting in her bed. Mary was fidgeting with a large smile on her face. Her sister appeared to be a perfect embodiment of innocence - if not for the fact that when Elana had entered the room, her sister’s face was buried in her pillow, sniffing it while masturbating.
“I-” Elana closed the doors and walked towards the table, where Mary had prepared treats. “Didn’t we agree I will visit you?”
“I couldn’t wait!” Mary jumped on her feet and rushed to the table, presenting the cookies, cakes, fruits and candies. “Look! I prepared these for you! I baked the cookies myself!”
“I… see.” Elana studied the slightly burnt sweet with suspicion. “How did you get into my room again?” She knew Citnhia had locked the doors when they left.
“T-that’s-” Mary panicked, her eyes swimming while she hurried to think of an answer. “I-I wanted it to be a surprise, so I… broke in…” She hung her head. “Are you mad?”
Was Elana mad? A little. “You made a mess in my bed.” She sighed. “Again.”
“That’s…”
“Don’t even think of denying it. I saw how much ‘juice’ you produce. My bed was ruined and had to be changed.” Elana chastised. “I am unsure of how you achieve such productivity-”
“Magic…” Mary muttered, making Elana pause.
“How highly unusual.” Elana studied her sister’s crotch. “I have not heard of magical talent manifesting this way before.”
Mary fidgeted. She pressed on her tummy while sneaking glances. “W-well, it didn’t. Originally, it was water manipulation and creation.” She explained. “But when I thought about you… I always felt the need to masturbate. But I got sore, and it became painful, and I kind of tried adding magic to the process…” Mary spoke faster and faster. “You know. To help with lubrication. It is mostly water, maybe? I don’t know. I channelled the magic into producing more discharge and…”
It was hard to imagine. Elana thought she was horny, but her sister was something else altogether. And she wasn’t done explaining either.
“...something happened. The magic worked. The orgasm was fantastic. It was after you hugged me, you know. And I wanted more…” Mary recounted. “So I continued and rubbed and played and…” She looked at Elana. “It became like this. But you don’t hate it, right?”
“Of course not.” Elana shook her head. If anything, she found the whole situation funny… And hot. “You are my little sister. Something like this doesn’t matter.”
“I knew you would say that!” Mary jumped in happiness, then grabbed a large lidded cup from the table and stuffed it into Elana’s hands. “That’s why I made this for you!” She leaned closer and whispered. “My special recipe. Still fresh and warm.” Mary winked.
The cup indeed felt warm. Elana looked at the gift, knowing what was inside but refusing to believe it. “Is that…” She had to ask. “Is that your pussy juice?”
“Straight from the source.” Mary happily giggled. “I thought you might be thirsty. Drink up. I have more where it came from!” She squirmed on her feet, looking slightly unhinged.
No…
Elana corrected herself. Her sister was unhinged. She was crazy! Mary was still cute, but the toothy smile and zealous expression made Elana wary.
What would happen if Elana refused to drink? She didn’t particularly want to start a diet of Mary’s vaginal discharges. It was fun during intimate intercourses, sure. She liked to exchange fluids then.
But this wasn’t it. There was nothing sensual, dominant or intimate about this situation. Mary simply thought Elana should drink her sap.
“Well?” Mary batted her eyelashes. “Perhaps you want to drink from here?” She rubbed her slit through the skirt.
While this proposition was better, Elana didn’t feel like doing that either. And Mary noticed the delay in her sister’s decision-making.
“What’s wrong?” Mary’s tone took a dangerous undertone. Her brown eyes flashed with hidden thoughts. “Why aren’t you drinking? Is it because you already had something else?”
“No.”
“Was it from a different source?” Mary continued to question. “You said something about-”
The conversation was moving towards a very unfavourable direction for Elana. She had already known about Mary’s stalkish, obsessive nature. But only now did Elana realise why Cinthia always warned her of Mary.
This girl was absolutely crazy! Elana felt tingles run over her skin as Mary moved closer. Her sister was absolutely a yandere of the worst kind!
Which left Elana with what kind of options? She tried to think of something. Unfortunately, Elana had already engaged in sexual conduct with Mary. There was no way her sister would ever see reason now.
But for now… Elana decided to stop Mary’s mind from derailing even more. She popped open the cup’s lid, grabbed Mary’s chin, opened her sister’s mouth and poured the contents inside.
“Shut up for a moment, will you?” Elana held her surprised sister. At least Mary wasn’t yapping anymore. “I like it when you drink your own liquid.” She explained, and while it was true, it also gave Elana time to think.
The dangerous light in Mary’s eyes had not vanished. She accepted her own gift back by swallowing it fully. It was clear it wouldn't be the end of the interaction.
No. Elana had to do something more. Mary had to be handled with care. She couldn’t just kill her sister… Could she?
Maybe…
Putting the option to the side, Elana resumed thinking. She poured the last drops of the perverted tea inside her sister, then gently kissed Mary on the lips, buying more time.
The gesture mellowed Mary out. The hidden danger was receding, but Elana knew her sister wasn’t leaving just yet.
“Want to try something new? Elana asked, distracting her sister.
Mary’s expression was between bliss and deep-seeded suspicion. Various emotions struggled until lust won. Mary glanced at Elana’s bed - beneath it, to be more precise. “I noticed you got me a few gifts…” She whispered. “We could try those…”
