The Sacrifice

“I’ll do anything to bring her back! Anything, I swear!” Hiro yelled.

“Anything?” She echoed as she devilishly licked her lips.

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        Hiro was just a regular highschool boy. Every morning, he and his younger sister, Saki, walked to school together. Before leaving they always ate breakfast together. Their parents were never really home, and since they were young Hiro always took charge of his little sister and cooked every meal for her just like she was his own daughter.

        It was a beautiful late spring day, the sun was out, barely a cloud in the sky, but it wasn’t hot enough to break a sweat, only a sweet, warm breeze. Hiro and Saki walked happily down the road holding each other’s hands, when all of a sudden Saki tripped and flung her lunchbox into the street, with Hiro’s homemade lunch inside! “Oh no!” She exclaimed. Without looking, she ran into the street to grab it. Hiro had no time to warn her before a speeding truck came barrelling down the road and reduced Saki’s petite teenage body—with small but perky tits and two juicy thighs that met at her nice firm ass—to almost nothing but a fine bloody mist. The only solid pieces were from her head—her short-cropped black hair and hello-kitty pin sat on top of her soft face and lean neck which was ripped cleanly off by the speeding truck and pressed against the grill.

        Hiro dashed down the street after the truck passed, but the driver never stopped: it was a hit and run. Pieces of her body—her delicate forearms and soft hands—lay on the street, people around him screamed in shock and horror, but Hiro just kept running blindly on, thinking maybe, somehow, he alone could catch the guy who did it! But he never did, it was hours before he collapsed from exhaustion, he didn’t even know if he was on the right track anymore, where the truck could have possibly gone. But as he slumped down on the ground, he noticed right in front of him her Hello-Kitty hair pin. He took it into his hand and held it close to his heart. “She must be nearby!” His mind roared, but he was so exhausted that the thunder of alarm only beat against his falling eyelids. He fell asleep clutching her hair pin, and shed a single tear before passing out entirely.

        As he slept, Hiro had many vivid visions of his sister, of them playing from a young age, of laughing with her and even tender moments together laughing at each other’s jokes before falling asleep at night, cooking for her, making her smile. His heart fluttered, but then he saw her running off into the distance, and he tried to chase her but she kept getting further and further away. The sound of a truck horn blaring in the distance grew louder and louder, until finally…

        Hiro shot awake in a cold sweat, it’d been a year already since his sister died. He went downstairs and prayed before her portrait, lit incense and rang her bell before making himself breakfast and going to school.

        “Isn’t that the guy whose sister died?” Some of the other students would whisper as he walked by, loud enough for him to hear. “Yeah, sometimes he just leaves in the middle of class for no reason. One time a friend of mine went to the bathroom after and heard him crying alone in the stall.” “He smells terrible!” “Because he doesn’t wash his clothes, he wears the same clothes from the day that she, you know…”

        Hiro was used to it by now. His life was in shambles, he was barely able to get himself out of bed to go to school in the morning and he stopped talking to all his friends, but he was getting by somehow. Everytime he walked by the intersection he saw a little shrine the other student’s set up for her on one of the corners, and he would feel a sharp pain in his chest, so he always took a long detour to get to school. He was late every morning, but the teacher’s gave him a break because of what’d happened. He kept his little sister’s hello-kitty hair pin in his front pocket at all times, and whenever he felt like he couldn’t go on anymore he gripped it under his shirt, or held it between his fingers and remembered that he needed to keep going on, for her, for her sake, or else her memory would be in vain. He never changed his shirt for that reason, so that he could never lose her again, as long as it stayed in his pocket she was with him somehow.

        Hiro went home and did what he did most days. He got undressed and just lied in bed and did nothing, staring at the ceiling, until he drifted off to sleep. He began to dream, but this night his dreams were very different from normal. He began to hear a soft, inviting voice whisper in his ear, “Hiro, Hiro, wake up Hiro.” He felt a pressure on his groin, and slowly he opened his eyes to see a buxom woman with red skin and a devilish smile, completely naked, and straddling him. She had piercing black eyes which glared directly into his, they almost looked like burning coal. Her breasts were very large and round, with large, dark, blood red areolas around her erect nipples. They fell onto his chest as she leaned down and brought her face closer to his, her hands sliding to his sides in a deep embrace. He could feel her fiery hot pussy radiating heat onto his rock hard dick, which was less than an inch away. His heart beat out of his chest.

        “Hello, Hiro.” She said.

        “Uhh, umm, uhh.” He stammered, he couldn’t even speak.

        “Shhh,” she said, putting her finger on his lips, “you don’t have to talk yet. Let me do everything for you.”

        Hiro nodded as she took one hand and moved it down to her crotch to slide his dick inside of her. She didn’t even make a sound when it slid in, she just laughed at his reaction, as Hiro’s face turned instantly white when he experienced what felt like flames at the pits of hell licking his head, the admixture of pleasure and pain, unlike anything he’d ever experienced, only increasing exponentially as it slid deeper insider of her. She sat back up and started riding him, looking down at him intensely and laughing at his pain almost mockingly.

        “Mmm, hurts doesn’t it? You want to make it stop huh, do you?” She asked. Hiro nodded again.

        “But I haven’t even told you why I came here? Won’t you listen? I won’t stop if you don’t listen…”

        Hiro struggled to nod his head again, the sensation already well-exceeding what under normal circumstances would put a man in shock. “I know your poor, poor sister died last year. What would you do to bring her back? Would you do anything?” She asked.

        Even being unable to speak before, even under these extraordinary circumstances, when he heard her say his sister’s name he shouted “Yes, anything! I’d do anything for Saki!”

        “Ok young man, no need to yell; I can tell you’re eager…” She said as she picked up the pace of her ride. Hiro’s expression froze in place as it felt like his dick was being split into a million different strands each finding a different and intricate path into her labyrinthine vagina.

        “I can do that for you, but only on one condition.” She said, riding him even faster and harder, staring even deeper into his soul. “Her body has no life energy left, in order to keep her animated, she needs a daily injection of compatible energy. You’re the only one close enough by  blood to supply her. Normally, an excess of life energy would produce a child, but under these circumstances—”

        In no condition to understand the technical language she had suddenly adopted, Hiro simply yelled, “yes, oh please god yes!”

        “If you say so, pretty boy.” She replied. And in that moment, Hiro felt the caress of what seemed like a thin tail across his cheek, and before his mind went completely blank in the moment of release, evil wings began to sprout from behind her back…

        Hiro’s eyes were still closed but he heard shuffling around him, and he could see the bright morning light from under his eyelids. Suddenly he felt a hand rubbing his head.

        “Big bro, if you don’t wake up soon we’re going to be late for school!”

        Hiro opened his eyes to see Saki, in the flesh, standing right in front of him, pouting. But the moment she saw him wake up, she smiled. “There’s my big bro! Come on, get up, sleepyhead!”

        Hiro let himself be pulled out of bed and stood there in shock, staring at his sister.

        “Huh, what’s wrong? Is there something in my teeth—”

        Hiro drew his sister into a deep embrace. He could smell the shampoo in her hair and her warm flesh touching his. She was real, she was really there.

        He couldn’t stop second-guessing himself. Maybe he was just hallucinating her, maybe he’d completely lost it. He made her breakfast anyway, and they talked like nothing had happened. When they got out of the house, Hiro started on the long way before Saki grabbed his sleeve and asked him where he was going.

        “Why are you going that way, it’s waaay slower. Come on, let’s just go the normal way.”

        “But,” Hiro protested, “but we can’t, that’s where you, where you—”

        “Come on, what’s the matter with you?” She yelled, and he let her drag him over towards the intersection where, only a year before, he thought he saw her get hit by a truck.

        “We have to cross the road to get to school, dummy.” She said as he stood petrified in front of the intersection, unable to move. “Just hold my hand if you’re really that scared. I heard about that accident too, but that was just chance, it doesn’t happen if you’re careful.”

        “What accident, what are you talking about?” Hiro asked. Saki took the moment of distraction to start leading him across the road.

        “Oh, poor Kokura, don’t you remember? It was only a year ago. She got hit by a truck right here. See, look, there’s a shrine set up in her memory.”

        Sure enough, sitting right where Saki’s shrine used to be was a picture of one of his classmates who he barely knew, surrounded by burning incense and various ritual items set out for passerbyers. A deep chill ran down Hiro’s spine.

        When Hiro got to school, it was like nothing had changed from before the accident. His old friends treated him like they were just hanging out the other day, and even made jokes with him that he didn’t understand, referencing past events he supposedly experienced. His teacher’s respected him as if he was one of the smartest and hardest working students in the class. He couldn’t believe it, it was as if for a whole year everything had continued like his sister never died!

        When they got home, Saki went upstairs to start on her homework, while Hiro began to cook dinner for the both of them. He was still shaken by the day's events, but as he cooked his mind eased, and when he was done he almost forgot about the accident. Maybe it was all a bad dream, he thought. After an hour and a half of preparing the meal and setting the table, he called Saki down to eat.

        “Saki, Saki!” He yelled up to their room, but there was no answer. Worried that the whole thing might have really been one giant illusion, he rushed up to their room, his heart beating in his chest. He slammed open the door. Inside, Saki was resting in her bed. Her breathing was weak, she looked thin and frail, like the life had been taken out of her.

        He went over to his sister’s bedside and shook her awake. She was barely able to open her eyes.

        “...what is it…Hiro…” She croaked out. It was hard for her to breathe.

        “It’s just dinner, dinner is—what’s going on, are you feeling alright?” He asked, concerned.

        “I don’t know…” she said faintly, “I feel so weak…I feel awful…like my whole body is falling away.”

        Hiro was alarmed and confused. He didn’t want to lose his Sister again so quickly! He was about to call an ambulance when he remembered what that woman had said to him in his dream the night before, about what he had to do to keep her alive. He felt sick to his stomach. His mind tossed and turned. He didn’t want to do it, he didn’t even want to think about doing it. But what else, what was he supposed to do, if that’s what he wanted, if he wanted things to stay the same, go back to normal. It was just a dream, he thought. Just a strange dream and so was the rest of it! None of it was real, he needed to forget, she was just…tired. It was a long day, she needed rest.

        Saki’s hoarse, rasp breathing cut through and interrupted his thoughts. He looked at her body, it looked like it was barely held together, like a worn doll that’d been sewn back together by an exhausted and careless mother. He looked back in her eyes, which were only half open, she was so dazed—that’s when he noticed it. She didn’t have her hairpin on. It was still in his breast pocket.

        “Saki?” He said.

        “...yes…” she answered.

        “Do you trust me?” He asked. She nodded ever so slightly.

        “I have to do something, and it might not feel good, but I have to do it, to make you better. Ok?”

        Saki did not and could not understand what was about to happen. She felt the covers coming off her, and then her pants and her panties being pulled down…

        “Big bro…what are you, what is going on…” she asked pleadingly.

        “I’m really sorry.” Hiro said. She was lying with her side hanging just off the bed. He positioned himself standing up against her, pulled down his pants and spit in his hand. He started jerking off to get hard, rubbing his tip against her pussy for added stimulation.

“What’s happen—” she started to ask, but before she could, Hiro slid his erect dick into her and started pumping.

        “What is this…stop it, you’re hurting me!” she barely managed to eke out in her deprived state.

        “I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry,” Hiro said, crying, “but it’s the only way!”

        Hiro kept struggling through. It was very difficult to stay hard, he hated what he was doing and couldn’t imagine how difficult it was for his sister, but he loved her and he knew that she wouldn’t get better if he didn’t do this. He just closed his eyes and imagined the woman from the night before and pretended it was her. But his sister cried softly the whole time, hurt, unable to understand why her brother was doing this, and unable to resist him either. It wasn’t quick either, he wished it would be but he felt so sick that it made it almost impossible to finish, and so in order to get closer he had to pump harder, but as he went faster and harder she cried more deeply and tortuously, making it even more impossible for him to finish. Ten minutes went by, then twenty. Finally after forty five minutes, when he was close to giving up, Saki’s body went almost totally limp from exhaustion, and her breathing slowed down dramatically: she was about to die. But Hiro barely noticed, he was fucking her so frantically and forcefully he couldn’t consciously register his sister’s deteriorating state but the lack of interruption made it easier and before he knew it he was getting closer and closer and closer and then, all the sudden, he came inside his little sister, he came inside her harder than he’d ever cum in his entire life, and he could feel so much sperm being emptied inside her, far more than enough than what was needed to keep her alive. He felt his orgasm for a solid two minutes, he was in a state of pure ecstasy as he unloaded.

        He grunted and yelled as he came, and when he finally finished cumming he saw that his sister was fast asleep, breathing heavily, face flush, her body strong, healthy, and relaxed. He caressed her cheek, and in her slumber her lips curled to a smile.

        When he pulled out his cum immediately leaked out and spurt down her ass and her thigh, making a puddle on the sheets. He scooped it up and tried to put it back in her, but it didn’t matter, her pussy was so full of his cum that there was no way it could accept any more. He put her panties and her pants back up and pulled the blankets back over her body and kissed her on the cheek before he went back downstairs to eat his portion of the dinner, since he’d built up quite an appetite from intensely fucking Saki. He went back up to his room to start his homework.

        A couple hours later, just as he was finishing up, Hiro heard some shuffling from behind him. He looked over and saw his sister getting up with a blanket around her. She grabbed her homework from her desk and started heading towards the door of their room. Hiro called over to her and told her that her dinner was still downstairs, and it was cold but he could microwave it for her, but she didn’t respond, ignored him entirely, and simply walked out and shut the door. At some point later Hiro got ready for bed and fell asleep.

        When he woke up the next day, he saw Saki sleeping in her bed across the room, like normal. He went to the bathroom to start getting ready for the day. When he got out and went back to their room, Saki lay there with her pussy and ass hanging off her bed, just like it was the night before. She didn’t say a word to him, and he said nothing to her. He got up behind her and started pumping. It was easier than last time, since there was no protest, but it still took him a good ten minutes as he shut his eyes and ran through various fantasies in his head, trying to forget about what he was doing. When he finished she got dressed, she didn’t pee after so that the cum would stay inside her. They didn’t talk all morning, she wouldn’t let him make her breakfast, she just ate something simple on her own. When they walked to school she let him go in his own direction, avoiding the intersection.

        He didn’t see her all day until he got home from school. She was sitting in the kitchen, eating a sandwich she’d made for herself. As soon as she saw him she got up and pulled down her pants. She continued eating the sandwich as her brother took his place behind her.

        “I’m so sorry, Saki.” Hiro said, as he slowly shifted his hand up under her shirt, and then slid it under her bra.

        Saki said nothing.