Every character in this story is 18+. It contains extreme incestuous throat penetration with a penis of cartoonishly big proportions and grossly unrealistic quantities of semen. Seminal Glandular Hyperactivity is a terrible condition that affects thousands of young men, cursing them with oversized genitals and a physical need to ejaculate every twenty minutes. Look it up.
“We’ve had our best aides nurturing your son’s throbbing erection around the clock with their tight wet throats for over a year,” the bearded doctor told the family while slowly shaking his head.
A young woman in an extremely short white skirt and a red-cross bikini top was repeatedly squishing her nose against the lower abdomen of an unresponsive boy in an open, reversed hospital gown with an arm-size cock bulging her throat, a normal penis size for a someone afflicted with Seminal Glandular Hyperactivity. She was expertly changing angles with each gagging, stomach-churning plunge like trying to activate a mysterious artifact.
Jesse had been observing her work with horrified eyes for the hour they waited for the doctor to show up, watching her belly grow with each new load, listening to the wet, desperate breaths she allowed herself after each voluminous ejaculation only to dive right back down her brother’s steaming, thick shaft. You could see from her throat that she was internally massaging the entire length of the cock while juicing the testicles in with her hands. Apparently, every aspiring nurse had a few years of SGH cocksucking to go through before earning their certification, so Jesse mentally crossed that off her list of possible career paths.
“I’m afraid we can no longer sustain these efforts...”
Jesse’s mother erupted in wails into her husband’s arms who had to ask for her: “What are you saying, Doctor?”
“I’m saying that the only chance your son has... Well, it’s why I asked you to bring your daughter Jesse along with you on this visit. And, looking at her now, I’m glad I did.”
The utterance of her name snapped Jesse out of her pornographic hypnosis. “Wait, what?”
“Adding taboo to the boring old deep-throat fellatio might be arousing enough to break Jake’s epididymal hypertension fever and wake him up from his coma. A lot of boys his age have a silly incest fantasy, especially when they are lucky enough to have an older sister with a pretty face and such a well-proportioned body.”
Jesse would have changed out of her strapless white top and jeans booty short before leaving the house had she known the doctor’s eyes would be all over her braless curves. Like a defense mechanism, she flipped her long brown hair over her shoulders to veil the nipple bumps in shiny silk.
“She’ll do anything to help, Doctor,” Jesse’s mom said, pushing her daughter toward the man as if serving her as a meal. “Just tell her what she needs to do.”
“For now, I just need her to climb her brother’s bed and try to stretch her lips around the tip of his glans.” The doctor moved aside to make space. “Miss...” ... “The aide will assist in her first performance.”
Despite being annoyed that sucking his patients’ cocks 12 hours a day, 6 days a week wasn’t enough for the doctor to learn her name, she was glad to be on duty for a sibling crash course, which only happened a few times every month and was the only break she could get in a shift. But there were always a few minutes of arguing and bargaining so she continued slurping her assigned cock until this little princess faced facts.
“Mom, I can’t do this! This is crazy!”
“You heard the doctor, Jesse. There’s no other way! If you would have been a better sister to your poor disabled brother, he wouldn’t be in this coma in the first place.”
“He chose to not masturbate, Mom. He got himself into a coma to punish me for refusing to do something he could easily do himself!”
The doctor chimed in: “The more I’m hearing about your family bond, the more I think this is going to work.”
“Dad?” Jesse pleaded.
“Listen to your mother, Sweetheart. Jake would have done the same for you.”
“Not for the right reasons!” Jesse was starting to understand the futility of her protest. Going against the doctor’s advice and refusing to save her mom’s 'sweet handicapped boy' was social suicide. The ghost of her brother’s death would probably haunt every aspect of her life to the point that she might one day regret not kissing his cock to prove she didn’t have magic, coma-dispelling lips. At least, with him unconscious, she wouldn’t have to look up at his shit-eating grin while she finally made his sick dream come true. “This is so stupid," she eventually said, climbing the bed.
“A little wider.” The sluttily dressed assistant wasn’t letting it show how much she preferred pushing a girl’s head on a fat SGH dick instead of doing the sloppy work herself. So much fresh air to easily inhale. The first thing she did was bundle all that long silky hair into a useful ponytail handle. "A dislocated jaw hurts the first few dozen times, but it’s like cracking a knuckle when you get used to it.”
“It won’t open any wider!” Jesse exclaimed, lips pressed against her brother glistening and uncomfortably warm glans before being refuted seconds later by a click of her jaw and the muffled gag of her clogged, expanding throat.
“That’s it,” she said, letting go of Jesse’s ponytail to quickly sit on her head before the girl had a chance to pull out. The weight of her sloshing cum belly allowed for her trainee’s mouth to slowly sink toward her patient's shaved pubic area. “Try to relax on the way down. Save your struggling for when you’re balls-deep. It feels like you can’t breathe at all, but if you calm down, you’ll notice there’s a little bit of air that can get through when you pretend you're sucking on a really thick straw.
“Mmrsh mmph mmmh mmmmh!’ Jesse had some notes.
“Yes, then you feel like you’re drowning because that air is mostly precum bubbles. You’ll get used to that too.” The nursing assistant was casually bouncing her ass on the girl's head while fixing one of her nails. “We’re almost to the halfway point, soon you’ll feel the cock head breach your esophageal sphincter and you’ll gag so hard you’ll think you're dying. Perfectly normal.
Jesse stopped trying to communicate and simply sobbed to herself, wishing, among many other things, that the blowjob nurse had worn panties. When her nose pressed against her brother’s crotch, she learned that deep-throating the entire length of a giant cock was only the equivalent of showing up to the fight. She had everything to learn about satisfying men with her esophagus.
If only to get the doctor to finally say ‘Well, you did your best’ and let her end this 15-minute nightmare that had felt like a lifetime in this blurry crotch world, Jesse did do her best to stay conscious and follow the instructions from the girl now mounting her neck and using her ponytail like the handle of a plunger.
Balls twitched in Jesse's cradling hands and the assistant somehow felt it too. She leaned against Jesse’s head, splitting her boobs like earmuffs, to keep the girl's nose deep in pubic flesh.
Eyes wide open despite not seeing anything but her brother's pale skin, Jesse endured gallons of sticky semen erupting in thick squirts like someone projectile-vomiting directly into her stomach. She waited for the ropes to stop. Waited for the cock to soften. Waited for the doctor to admit malpractice. Waited for the nurse to get her boobs off her head. She had forgotten what she was doing all this for...
“Mom...” A voice she barely recognized from the other side of the torso.
“Jake! Oh, my sweet boy. My sweet boy is back.” The concerned mother had been holding her son’s hand for the entire duration of the son-daughter oral sex session.
Jesse was relieved to hear her brother’s voice for more selfish reasons. Now that the nurse had accomplished her mission and was bouncing her almost bare ass on her way to suck some other giant comatose cock, she could finally...
“Oh, no! What happened?! Jake! Talk to me, Baby! Jesse, what did you do!?” The grief-stricken mother pushed down on her daughter’s head to force her stretched lips to kiss the base and reanimate her fainted son again.
“Mom...” Another miracle. “What happened? I don’t want to die again.”
“Oh, thank God. Jesse, what were you thinking? Don't pull out until we understand what's happening.”
The family all hugged in a tearful reunion. Jesse teared up more than anyone but perhaps because of the giant cock still in her throat.
“I can’t live like this!” Jesse would have used less tasteful language but was communicating via pencil and notepad so conversation was slow enough without the extra words and her mother’s complaints. Even with bigger problems being shoved down her throat, she was extremely annoyed at the crumbs from a sloppily-eaten muffin falling on her bare chest.
“I know it’s not perfect,” her mother said. “But it’s the solution we have for now. I have both my children with me and that’s all that counts.” The less-than-perfect solution had been to keep Jesse attached to her little brother's big cock via two connected harnesses. One for his crotch. One for her face. And, so that Jake could live a perfectly normal life, his sister was tits-up, chin-up on what could only be described as a medical wheelbarrow.
Yeah, but only one of those children can't see anything but sweatpants and can barely sleep at night and eats nothing but cum and has to shower with a pervert who only cares about washing breasts and genitals. Jesse couldn’t say any of that and writing it would take too long and lead nowhere. Nothing had convinced her mom so far that forcing her daughter to live as an incestuous cocksleeve for the foreseeable future was a worse fate than a restful coma. She had been sucking cock day and night for 72 hours before her brother was discharged from the hospital, yet she missed those days when she could at least watch a show on her phone while sloppily polishing her brother’s shaft to keep him from pretending to pass out.
Yes, pretending. She was sure of it. But her mother, of course, refused to believe the scribbled accusations in her notebook.
“You think your brother faked being in a coma and fooled all these doctors for a year?" She would say. "You're being delusional, Jesse."
Jesse did not think her brother had been faking his coma. She thought he was faking going back into a coma whenever she stopped sucking. “What are we doing for school?” she wrote instead of arguing the same old semantics.
“You’ll need to be in the same classes, of course. And that means you have to repeat a few grades, which I know is not ideal since you were set to graduate in a couple of months. But it's better than killing your brother.” This oft-used morbid statement meant 'Shut up and suck, Jesse'.
“Tell him to stop touching my boobs!!!” Jesse raised her notebook high and rotated it for both her mom and brother to see. Another thing she missed was having clothes on. She was the one wearing a reversed hospital gown now and her brother had 'accidentally' ripped off the top buttons.
“I’m just brushing crumbs off of them,” Jake said, spewing twice as many crumbs like hail from his muffin-filled mouth.
“The doctor said looking at your ...chest would help your brother ...release more often. If touching your ...assets helps him even more... maybe it’s not a bad idea to let him.”
“Sweet, thanks Mom,” Jake was squeezing his sister’s boobs, thumb pushing the nipples inward like a hole in a bowling ball before his mom even finished her awkward sentence.
“Seriously?!” Jesse began scribbling a furious rant on her notepad but a flood of stomach-bulging cum interrupted the flow of her thoughts. Jake squeezed her breast even harder as if they were the controller for this hardcore ejaculation game.
“Yo, Jake. You’re back. How was the coma?”
“Meh, it was a'ight. Sucks to be back at school, though.”
“Yeah, no doubt, no doubt. Hey, is that Jesse on your weird stroller thing? I think recognize her boob size.”
“That’s right. She has to keep my cock hard 24/7 and if she doesn’t make me cum every fifteen minutes, I tell my mom and she gets punished.”
“Cool! And you get to play with her boobs?”
“As much as I want. They're really soft; you want to try?”
“Woah, yeah. I always wondered what they felt like.”
Jesse was about to add a series of exclamation marks to DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE_______ when Jake flung her notebook across the hallway.
“She doesn't mind.”
“Sweet, thanks, man.”
“Hey, Jake, buddy. Are those Jesse’s boobs?” A new voice. Jake never had so many friends. “Can I go next?”