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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Our Goddess grieved as the special bond she shared with our God grew ever closer to severing. The meddling of the foul Sisters of Mary Magdalene pried at our Gods love. They feared the change the Living Gods would bring to the world, so they tried to destroy them.

—The Gospel of April 22:31-32

Mary Sullivan – Seattle, WA

Silenced filled the car as Mark and I drove up to Seattle.

I didn’t know what to say. I wore the sluttiest dress I had, a slinky black thing that was so low cut, my freckled breasts were about to pop out. The skirt showed off my nice legs and swayed deliciously on my rear as I walked, flashing my bubbly ass that Mark loved so much.

I had hoped that Mark would pay attention to me once he was away from his slutty sister. Antsy had finally gone to see her grieving mom. But it didn’t work. Mark didn’t grope my ass, kiss me, or try to fuck me the moment he saw me in this dress. I kept wanting to ask Mark what was really going on, but fear held my tongue.

What if he didn’t love me any longer? Or find me attractive. What if he’d fallen for his sister?

He had fallen for me that quick. What if he fell out of love with me just as fast?

No, he was just grieving. I just need to suffer through it. He would come around. His obsession with his sister was how his pain manifesting. I needed to be patient with him. I reached out to squeeze his hand as we drove north on I-5, but he drew away.

Hurt burned at my eyes and I looked away, wiping at my tears.

Mark didn’t even want a blowjob.

I had never driven with Mark more than a mile without him wanting me to suck his cock. I would pretend that I didn’t want to, and he would be all sweet and give me flowery compliments while caressing my body. I would let him think he talked me into it, but I was as eager to blow him as he was to get blown.

Traffic grew bad, but Mark just ordered our escort of bodyguards to use their sirens to clear their way. We arrived at the Realtors barely on time. I clutched my purse as we climbed out. Mark strolled ahead of me, throwing open the door.

He didn’t even hold it open for me.

It was like I was invisible to him.

“Let’s get this over with,” Mark said when he walked in and met the owner of the property.

“Yes, I don’t even know why I’m meeting with you,” the man said. He was short and wearing a suit.

“You will sell me the property for its market value,” Mark commanded. “I’m paying cash. Have your people draw up the paperwork and make it official.”

“Of course,” the man nodded, a smile crossing his lips.

We had to wait on the paperwork to be prepared so we could sign it. The owner, Mr. Dinopolis, had a beautiful secretary with a great ass. She kept giving me flirty smiles, falling under my spell. My pussy itched. She was just the type of girl Mark would love to fuck to pass the time.

He didn’t seem to care.

“Mark,” I whispered, trying to draw him out of his funk. “Look at her ass. Why don’t we enjoy her together?”

“You just enjoy her, Mary,” Mark shrugged. “I’m not in the mood.”

Maybe that would be a good idea. A little girly show to get him excited. “Can you help me out with the men?”

“Everyone, don’t watch these two women fuck. You don’t care.” Mark sounded so bored. He didn’t care either.

* * *

Mark Glassner

“Fuck?” the secretary gasped.

“Yes,” Mary purred; her voice was so disgusting.

I stared up at the ceiling as Mary and the secretary rolled around on the floor. Mary was so vocal as she and the secretary sixty-nined. It was so obvious that she was trying to get my attention and excite me to sleep with them.

But how could I? Mary and the secretary were both so boring and ugly. Why did I have Antsy go see Mom? She should be here with me. Not Mary. Antsy and I could pass the time. Why did I even need Mary around?

Because you love her.

Did I? I thought I did, but she couldn’t hold a candle to Antsy. Even naked and acting out a fantasy every guy should love, I felt nothing for Mary. My cock was soft as two women ate each other cunts only feet away. Only Antsy could excite me.

I was drunk on my little sister. She was the one I needed.

You love Mary. You have to keep trying. You have to break free.

Break free of what? I glanced down at the women. Mary undulated on the secretary’s face, her dull-green eyes staring up at me. Her mouth was open, making whorish, filthy sounds. Who wanted a whore for a woman?

Antsy wasn’t a whore. She was perfect.

“Yes, yes, make me cum, slut,” Mary gasped. “Make me cum while my horny stallion watches. Mmm, look at that ass, Mark. Just fuck her.”

I shrugged and looked away.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

Mark didn’t watch. I straightened my dress, my face smeared with spicy pussy juices. I sat down next to Mark, putting on my sultriest smile. I leaned in to kiss him and share the slut’s flavor with the man I loved. Mark turned and my lips brushed his cheek.

My hurt grew. I slumped in the chair. A few minutes later, Mark and I signed the paperwork. We owned the property to build our mansion on. I hardly felt excited. I followed him back to the car. It was time for our make-up dinner.

I had been excited for tonight when Mark promised to take me out since our date on Saturday was interrupted by his dad’s death. Mark felt so bad, which he didn’t have to, for it ruining our date, he decided to take me out after the meeting.

That was the sweet, caring guy I loved. So what happened to him? Why was he pushing me away?

No, I had to be patient. It was just grief.

We arrived at Spinnasse, famed for its pasta, for dinner. Mark used his powers and we were quickly seated. Wine was brought and we placed our order for food. I tried to draw his attention to the pretty women that we could enjoy together.

“Look, you could cuckold her husband,” I purred. “Huh? Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Mark shrugged and picked at his food.

I just had to be patient.

I abandoned trying to use pretty women to draw him out. Clearly, other than with his sister, his sex drive had died. So I tried talking about movies. About books. We both loved to read fantasy, and we could usually talk about our favorite books. But he just twirled his pasta on his fork, not paying attention.

“Tomorrow,” I said, trying to make conversation, my voice light. “I need your guest list for our wedding. We need to get the invitations mailed out.”

“Maybe we should delay the wedding,” Mark said absently.

A cold knife stabbed my heart. I swallowed. “I understand. It’s because of your father’s death. You have to get his affairs in order, there’s the funeral to plan. We can delay. I understand.”

He silently chewed his food.

“I’m here for you, Mark,” I told him, putting on my most supportive smile. “I know its been difficult for you. I…I get that your sister is helping you, but I can help you, too.”

He snorted with laughter; I blinked.

“What, Mark?” I asked as ice flowed through my veins. My stomach clenched in knots. “What’s going on in your head. You can tell me anything. I love you.”

“I’m not sure I want to marry you,” he finally said.

I’m not sure I want to marry you.

The words hit me in the stomach hard. I couldn’t breathe. My dress became so tight. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a dream, a nightmare. I did everything for this man. I loved him with all my heart. I degraded myself, soiled myself. I sold my soul for him.

And now that he has his sister to fuck, he doesn’t want me?

“Why?” I asked coldly. The anger roiled in my stomach. What was his problem? What more could I do for him?

“It’s…” he swallowed. “You’re just not…I don’t know how to say it.”

“Just say it, Mark,” I spat.

“You’re just not that attractive,” Mark sighed. “I honestly don’t know what I saw in you, but you just don’t stack up to Antsy.”

“I’m not attractive?” I said, flabbergasted. Once, Mark had me stand naked next to buxom Vivian and sultry Cynthia, and I was the one he found the most beautiful. What had happened? Tears brimmed in my eyes.

I ripped open the bodice of my dress; my perky tits spilled out. “These aren’t attractive?” I demanded, hefting a breast. I didn’t care that an entire restaurant full of people were looking at me, at my tits. Let them look; I was proud of them. They were perfectly shaped, topped with dusky nipples, and covered with freckles.

“No,” he said, barely glancing at my tits. “I’m sorry, Mary. I just…I just don’t find you pretty.”

A hysterical laugh escaped my lips. This could not be happening. This had to be a dream. “You found me pretty yesterday,” I shrieked, “when you fucked me in the shower.”

The restaurant had gone silent. The maitre d’ walked over.

Mark shrugged. “Things change, Mary. You just don’t hold a candle to my sister.”

His words badly cut my heart; tears ran down my face. Anger roiled inside me. I grabbed my wine glass, splashed it in his face, and stormed out.

What had gone wrong? Everything was going so well. And then Antsy arrived and messed it all up. How could he not find me pretty any longer? This couldn’t be happening. Please, let this just be a nightmare. Please.

I stumbled outside, almost hyperventilating with fear and rage.

“Shoot, I left my jacket in the restaurant,” a man said to the valet. His beautiful wife was sitting in the passenger seat of an expansive-looking, red sports car. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry up, dear,” the wife said. She had a doll’s face and raven-black hair. Her black dress was covered in shiny sequins and was cut low to show off her nice pair of tits. Without a thought, I walked to the car and reached for the driver’s door.

I slid into the driver seat, and the woman looked at me in surprise and then smiled. What was I doing?

“Am I beautiful?” I heard myself ask the woman, my voice quavering with emotion. I was beautiful, right? I didn’t somehow go to bed pretty and wake up ugly?

“Oh.” The woman looked me up and down. I stopped holding my torn dress closed, the cloth falling away to expose my breasts. The woman licked her lips and purred, “You’re very beautiful.”

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked her, rubbing her thigh.

“Hmm,” she purred. “ I would. God help me, but I would. You’re so enchanting.”

“Good,” I hissed. I was not ugly.

I tore out of the parking lot. Behind us, her husband called out. My hair whipped in the wind as I drove the convertible fast, racing away from the pain. Mark could have his damned sister. I didn’t need a man who couldn’t see the reality sitting in front of him.

“What are we doing?” the woman asked.

“What’s your name, slut?”

“Karmen,” she purred, her hips shifting. “Am I…your slut?”

My wish worked on her. She couldn’t help falling under my spell. She wanted to fuck me. “Yes. Now where is the nearest sex shop?”

Karmen blushed. “There’s one a few blocks away.”

“I knew you were a slut,” I laughed as I drove the sports car through Seattle.

We reached the sex shop and I boldly walked in, my tits bouncing before me. A few men were in there, browsing the filthy magazines. I ignored them as I marched up to the sex toys. I grabbed the largest strap-on dildo off the rack.

“Hey,” the clerk shouted as I strode up. “Put those tits away. Just because we’re—”

I threw a wad of hundreds on the counter and strolled out.

“You going to fuck me with that?” Karmen giggled while her large breasts jiggled in her tight dress as I climbed into the car.

“I am, Karmen,” I grinned.

Her phone rang. “It’s my husband.”

“Tell him you’re out having fun and you’ll be home in a while.” I floored the car.

“Hey, honey,” she purred. “Listen, I’m out having fun with a girlfriend. I’ll be home in a while. With your car. Don’t worry.”

He didn’t sound happy. I didn’t care. I was special. I sold my soul to the Devil, just like Mark did. And if he didn’t want to appreciate my beauty, then I would find my own ways to have fun. I would fuck this slut until my heart stopped hurting.

I pulled the car into the Rain City Motel. It was a cheap motel. I felt cheap tonight. Cheap and whorish.

“Karmen, go get us a room,” I hissed. “Make your husband pay for it.”

“You are so wicked.” Karmen shuddered. “I can’t believe I’m about to be fucked by you. I want it. Damn, this is such a weird night.”

“Yeah,” I muttered as she climbed out of the car and walked into the managers office.

* * *

Mark Glassner

The wine stung my eyes. I wiped the liquid off with a cloth napkin. As I blinked the alcohol out of my eyes, Mary stormed off. Stop her, that voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what?

Fight!

I stood up and blinked. Why was I going after Mary? It was for the best that Mary dumped me. I had Antsy now, and Mary needed to move on with her life. She needed to find someone that could stand her ugly body. Hell, there was Alice, her “friend.” Somehow that bitch loved Mary. Mary could find happiness with her.

My cock was hard. I needed my sweet, baby sister. It had been hours since we’d last fucked. Far too long.

You need Mary, the voice whispered. Go after her.

I snorted; I didn’t need Mary. I need Antsy.

I dropped a hundred on the table and walked out of the restaurant. Outside, a man shouted after a red Ferrari as it tore off up the street. Mary’s ugly, auburn hair whipped in the wind from the driver seat. Another woman sat beside her.

I smiled; she had found someone to have fun with. Good for her.

“She’s stolen my car,” the man complained. “My wife’s in there!”

He was fumbling at his phone. “Don’t call the police,” I told the man. “No one calls the police.” It was the least I could do for Mary. We had good times once.

15 ran up, one of the bodyguards that protected me this evening. She saluted and asked, “Do we follow her, sir?”

“No, let her go,” I said. “I’m heading home.”

“Okay, sir,” she nodded.

What possessed me to recruit a bunch of ugly women to be my bodyguards? I may as well have hired a bunch of guys. At least they’d be intimidating.

The valet brought up my Mustang; I slipped him a hundred. What the hell, right? I used to work shitty jobs. They guy was very thankful. I climbed into my Mustang and tore off. I had to get home to my Antsy. My cock needed some relief.

The drive passed swiftly as I sped the entire way, 15 speeding ahead of me, her siren blaring.

I was so happy when I pulled into my driveway. There was Antsy, waiting on the porch, back from her visit with Mom. She was so beautiful. My cock throbbed at the sight of my little sister. I…loved her hot body.

“Mark!” she exclaimed as she raced towards me. “I missed you so much!”

She threw her arms around my neck. I caught her and hugged her lithe body to me.

“Antsy, I need you,” I whispered.

Her hand rubbed my hard cock. An arch smile crossed her lips. “Mmm, I know just what my big brother needs.”

I sat her down on the grass and pushed up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. I licked my lips as my eyes feasted on her shaved cunt. The tart and spicy scent of her arousal filled my nose. Her hands unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, stroking me a few times and then guiding me to her hungry hole.

We didn’t need foreplay. We were both so horny.

I groaned as I slid into my little sister’s cunt. Her tight, hot, wet embrace caressed my cock, shooting bliss to my balls. It was so amazing to be inside my little sister. No cunt ever felt half so good as Antsy’s did.

“Mmm, Mark, you feel so good inside me,” panted Antsy, her thighs wrapping around my waist. “Your dick’s the best. So big, so hard. I love it. Fuck me, big bro. Fuck your little sister! I need to cum.”

The sun set as I made love to my sweet Antsy, bathing the lawn in brilliant orange. Our bodies heaved together. My hand slid up her side, groping her round tits beneath her dress. She shuddered and her pussy clenched on my shaft.

“You’re the best!” I panted, my balls churning as they slapped into her flesh. “I love your cunt! Oh god, you’re so velvety on my cock. I love fucking my baby sister!”

“Yes,” grinned Antsy. “Fuck your baby sister’s cunt.”

Antsy’s hips rose to meet mine as we fucked each other harder, faster. Both of us were desperate to cum. We had been too long apart. Never again. We needed to be with each other all the time. My cock needed to be in her sweet cunt, her tight ass, and her sucking mouth.

Her fingers clawed my back, fiery pain that spurred me to fuck her harder and harder. I sucked at her neck, leaving another hickey. Marking my baby sister as mine. Her body shuddered beneath me as her passion built.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Fuck my naughty cunt, big bro! Oh shit, I’m gonna cum! Shit! Shit!”

Her cunt spasmed on my cock, milking my dick. My balls tightened as her pussy milked my shaft. I savored her cumming embrace. I kissed and sucked up to her ear, nibbling and biting as she thrashed beneath me.

“The best,” gasped Antsy. “Damn, my big brother is the best fuck.”

I grinned as I nipped her ear. My hips fucked her as frantically as possible, every stroke bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. I was so close, grunting as I fucked my baby sister’s tight cunt. Antsy shuddered beneath me, her moans filling my ears.

“Cum in me, big bro. I need it. Flood my cunt. I feel so complete when you erupt.”

“Yes,” I panted and slammed my dick into her.

I went over the edge. The pleasure exploded out my dick, shooting my cum into my little sister’s sweet cunt. I captured her lips in a kiss as I spilled my passion inside her hungry pussy. I fucked her one last time, groaning as the last blast of cum filled her.

“I needed that,” I whispered into her ear as the pleasure faded.

“Uh-huh, “Antsy sighed, a satisfied smile on her lips. “I love you, big bro.”

“I lo…” I loved Mary. My tongue tied itself.

Fight! Don’t say it! Fight!

“I lo…love your ass,” I managed to say, relief surging through me. Why did I feel relieved? Why couldn’t I tell my sister I loved her?

Because you love Mary, the voice whispered.

“Mmm, I love it when you fuck my ass, too,” Antsy giggled. “I could use a good ass reaming right now.” Antsy rolled over, presenting me with that ass and my cock was more than happy to slide into her tight, velvety hole. I was inside my sister—nothing else matters.

Except Mary, the voice whispered.

* * *

Mary Sullivan – Seattle, WA

Karmen emerged from the manager’s office with a key. I climbed out and followed her to a room on the first floor. Anger burned through me as I burst into the motel room. I grabbed Karmen and threw her down on the bed.

“Just lie there, slut,” I hissed as I slid out of my ruined dress. I deftly strapped-on the dildo, adjusting the toy so its base pressed on my clit. The woman writhed on the bed. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Do it,” she purred.

I seized the bodice of Karmen’s dress and ripped. She gasped in shock. “Get naked before I tear it all off, slut.”

“Yes,” she moaned, reaching behind her to undo her demi bra cupping her magnificent tits

I ripped her skirt up and found her panties, then yanked them down her thighs. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled. She was so lush. I wanted to pound the shit out of her. I didn’t need Mark to have fun.

I could find it all on my own.

“On your hands and knees, slut,” I hissed.

“Yes,” Karmen moaned, flipping over. “Fuck me like a slut!” Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her. She had a shaved pussy glistening between her thighs. She was wet, her vulva flushed.

The slut wanted my cock.

“Fucking dyke slut!” I shouted as I thrust the dildo into her cunt, the base pressing on my clit. “You goddamn fucking whore!”

I pounded Karmen hard, the dildo rubbing hard against my clit. I fucked her so hard, the pressure on my nub was almost painful. It matched the pain tearing up my heart. Tears ran down my face as I slammed the dildo over and over into her cunt.

Karmen moaned and bucked into my thrusts. Her asscheeks jiggled every time I buried into her filthy cunt. I gripped her hips, my fingernails biting into her flesh. My tits jiggled and bounced as the pleasure screamed through me.

“That’s it, you fucking whore,” I hissed, screeching at Karmen.

Mark didn’t want me. That fucking whore stole him from me. Antsy. What a terrible name.

I grabbed Karmen’s black hair, pulling hard as I fucked her. “You’re just a slut, right?”

“Yes,” gasped Karmen. “Oh, fuck, yes. Your whore. Your dyke slut. You’re fucking me so hard. I love it. Pound me.”

I smacked her ass. How could Antsy be better than me? She had such a stupid name. And her hair…she wasn’t a redhead. Mark loved redheads. He loved me.

So why did he only want her?

I buried the dildo deep into Karmen’s pussy. My own cunt clenched every time. My clit shot sparks of pleasure through my body. I smacked Karmen’s ass over and over, her cheeks reddening. I growled and fucked her harder.

“Oh fuck,” Karmen moaned. “I haven’t been fucked this hard in years!”

I smacked her ass again. “You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes!” Karmen moaned. “I’m a filthy whore! At the Christmas Party last year, I let my husband’s partner diddle my cunt in the boardroom. Mmm, I’m such a bad, naughty slut. He would’ve fucked me if my husband didn’t come looking for me. Luckily, my husband was too drunk to realize what was going on.”

“That’s what I thought!” I gasped. “A filthy, man stealing whore!”

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Karmen moaned. “Oh, god, this is so amazing! I’ve never been this turned on before in my life.”

Fucking Antsy.

The dildo rubbed so deliciously on my clit as I fucked Karmen hard. I wished it was Antsy gasping beneath me. I wish I could just fuck her man-stealing, slutty cunt until she bled. I fucked Karmen harder. Her ass jiggled every time I slammed into her cunt. The dildo stabbed in and out of her pink cunt.

Karmen’s moans of pleasure spurred me on to fuck her harder and harder. She shuddered as she came, bucking back into my thrusts. Pleasure shuddered through my body. My orgasm drew closer. I only needed a little more to set me off.

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” she screamed, spasming on her hands and knees. “Oh, fuck that was a great cum!”

“Did you cum on my cock, you filthy whore?” I asked, slapping her butt-cheek.

“Yes,” she squealed. Her ass was such a lovely shade of red.

I slapped her ass again, loving the sound of flesh slapping flesh. I savored the way an ass reddened as I spanked it. “You dirty, fucking slut! I’ll teach you to steal my man!”

I pulled out of her cunt, spread her ass cheeks, and aimed the dildo for her brown, puckered asshole. “Oh, fuck!” Karmen gasped as I shoved the dildo up her ass, lubed only by her pussy juices. “Oh, fuck that hurts!”

“Oh, you love it, cunt!” I barked, smacking her ass even harder. “You’re a nasty, fucking anal slut! I bet you love it up the ass!”

“Oh, fuck I do,” Karmen gasped. “Last year, when we were on vacation in Mexico, I let the cabana boy bugger me while Scott was off fishing! I’m such a nasty whore!”

My orgasm swelled. I didn’t need Mark. I could fuck whores just as much as he could.

“Fucking Antsy!” I spat.

I gripped Karmen’s ass and drilled into her bowels harder and harder. The pressure on my clit mounted, swelling my orgasm. I was so close to cumming. My fingernails bit into the soft flesh of her ass as I drew back and then slammed in for one last, hard fuck.

My orgasm rocketed through me. Every muscle in my body seemed to spasm and stars swam before my eyes. I swayed and fell backwards, landing on my ass on the floor. I quivered as the pleasure slowly faded from my body.

Tears ran hot down my face. I didn’t want to fuck whores. I wanted to fuck Mark. I wanted his weight on top of me as he slowly slid his hard cock in and out of my wet pussy. His rough lips on mine, kissing me, loving me. I loved how his curly chest hairs rubbed on my sensitive nipples. I wanted him so badly.

“Get out!” I shrieked at Karmen, throwing her torn dress at her. “Get the fuck out! Go back to your fucking husband!”

“But…I…” she stammered. “What do I tell him?”

“Tell him whatever you want, you fucking whore,” I screamed. “Just go!”

Tears in her eyes, Karmen struggled to cover her nakedness in her torn dress and fled the room, heels clutched in one hand, her bra and panties in the other. I curled up in a ball, hugging myself as the tears sobbed out of me.

Why did this happen? How?

I stared at my engagement ring. The black diamond glinted, a brilliant fire contained in its smoky depths. Mark and I were supposed to be together for ever. This ring was the symbol of that. I wanted to rip it off, smash it, shove it up Antsy’s cunt, and make her bleed.

I seized the ring and froze.

I couldn’t take it off; I loved Mark too much.

I hurt inside. I just wanted to stop hurting, I just wanted Mark to love me again. My eyes spotted a minibar.

I licked my lips and crawled to it, opening the little fridge and pulling out the first alcohol mini bottle in there, downing the liquid. It burned as it ran down my throat before warming my belly. I grabbed another bottle, this one Absolut vodka, and gulped it down. Then I downed a Jack Daniels. I just wanted the pain to go away. I just wanted my Mark back. I grabbed a Jim Beam and chased it with a peppermint Schnapps.

I clutched my phone as I drank, hoping Mark would call. But he didn’t care enough to even see if I was fine after I stormed out of the restaurant. He was probably fucking that whore of a sister.

My world spun. My heart ached. I just wanted the pain to go away.

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