A Tryst in Time

Light trickles in through the cracks in the curtains. It’s still dim, but I feel quite warm.

How long have I been asleep?

I suddenly become aware of something else in the room with me. This warmth… it is concentrated on my chest. There is something soft there.

“Good morning!” calls out a sweet voice. I feel her soft lips against my neck. The heat of her breath conversely sends shivers down my spine. The woman draws me away from my slumber.

“Come on! Your big sis didn’t wake up early just so you would sleep all day! Your breakfast will get cold!” the sweet voice says.

That’s right, this woman is my older sister. How long have I been living with her? I groggily sit up and turn towards my early rising sibling. Once again, I am stunned by her beauty. Her blue eyes seem to light up when they meet mine. Her lips are curled into a warm smile. She has already gotten dressed as well, though her outfit is a strange one for a sister to wear. Shamefully, I find my eyes drawn towards her large breasts. Those must have been what awakened me.

“Hurry up!” she tells me. “We’ve wasted too much time just dragging your lazy butt out of your room! Let’s eat something!”

She pulls me along and out of my room as I try to collect myself. Mornings always seem to have this effect on me, I believe. Soon, I am seated at a table for two. The meal is a simple one, but the consumption of meat is always enjoyable. I watch as my sister greedily devours her share. When I remember her thin waist, I can’t help but muse about where the food ends up. But such thoughts are shameful to have about your older sister.

When breakfast ends, I wash the dishes with her. She absent-mindedly hums as the plates are scraped away of filth. Her voice – something about it that I can’t get over. It is deep and alluring. Just speaking to her feels like I am being lulled into a dream once again.

“Jeez, pay attention!” she shouts. I nearly dropped a dish while lost in thought. “You’re always such a klutz!”

“Sorry,” I reply.

After the two of us finish cleaning the dining room and the kitchen, she drags me into the living room. The TV reports a tie in the baseball championship, followed by news about a celebrity who apparently murdered his wife and her lover. She quickly turns it off and sits on the couch, motioning towards me to sit with her.

Gently, she pulls my head down to her lap and begins to hum. Where have I heard this song before? I guess it doesn’t matter. Slowly, I drown in the comfortable sandwich between her thighs and breasts. Truly, I am lucky to…

No, siblings really shouldn’t be doing this. I quickly get up, but she holds on to my shoulders.

“Are you okay there?” I hear her ask. She is looking at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. Why am I feeling like this? Have I always had these thoughts towards her? Unable to answer directly, I turn away.

“I am fine,” I reply. “Still a bit tired, I guess.”

I then feel something soft against my back. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close. At this moment, I feel that warmth again.

“Don’t worry too much,” she whispers. Her hands gently caress my chest. “Your big sis will always be with you, all right? You remember when we were kids, right? You promised that you would protect me, and that made me so happy.”

As if on cue, the memory comes to me. Even then, she was as beautiful as she was now. She smiled at me when I confessed my emotions. I felt so happy that I could scarcely remember any other girl.

Actually, I can’t remember any at all.

Who was our mother?

Who am…

“Kronii?” I ask. Immediately, her embrace loosens. “What is my name again?”

She’s silent.

Kronii? How did I remember that name? Wasn’t my big sister named something else? Did I even have a big sister?

I feel her hand move towards my face. A tear wets my cheek and falls onto her finger.

Then she laughs. It’s as beautiful as everything else about her.

She continues laughing as she pushes me away.

She continues laughing as I fall onto the floor.

I look back at my big sister. Her face is twisted into one of sheer delight.

“Damn, that took forever!” she shouts. “Honestly, I thought you would break before you figured me out this time. At least this didn’t take as long as the ‘wife’ loop. God, that took you to your death bed!”

She takes a seat on my lap and begins to trace along the edges of my face with her delicate hands. Who the hell is she?

“Ah, you must be confused. You usually are when this happens. Rather pitiful, you know? But I can’t really blame you. Humans are already rather weak whenever it comes to time stuff. To put it briefly…”

The woman pauses for a moment, then shrugs.

“Eh, never mind. I can’t be bothered to explain it again. I’m sure you’ll find out again later on, if you can remember.”

Her thighs rub against me as she decides against her own explanation. With her soft chest already squishing against me, what happens next is inevitable. She quickly notices.

“Hah, there it is,” she says with a smirk. “I bet you could barely handle yourself around me. Even something as forbidden as incest can’t hold back a man’s libido, huh? Maybe even… enhanced it? Humans really are sad.”

She nonchalantly rubs against my crotch. This entire time, she was doing it intentionally? She was just trying to get a rise out of me?

“So, what did you think of ‘Big sis’ Kronii? I took some time to get into the role, but I thought it was amusing. Did it drive you wild? Did your heart beat faster whenever I woke you up? Did you fantasize about having sinful sex again and again and again?”

The woman laughs again as her thighs stimulate your penis. At this moment, I feel something other than lust.

“Liar.”

She is too distracted to notice at first.

“What was that, little bro?” she asks, still focusing on moving her thighs.

“You fucking liar. How much of my life did you rob me of? Who the fuck are you?!”

Her demeanor changes into a frown, and she sighs. Suddenly, a sharp pain comes from my abdomen. When I look down, the shine of something thin and metallic juts out of my stomach.

“Man, I hate it when you get like this,” she says. “Go on, whine about dying and stuff. Yada yada.”

Perhaps this is to be expected. Murdered at the hands of someone pretending to be my big sister. As the world turns to black around me, I reach out towards her face, if only to touch her one last time…

But then the pain is gone.

I open my eyes, only to be met by her soft bosom.

“I bet that was so scary for you,” she coos. “Not many people get to experience what dying is like. It must have been so painful. But big sis Kronii is here to comfort you again.”

The woman then pushes me back and stares into my eyes. The blue of her iris seems colder than before.

“So make sure you know your place, okay? Or else you might feel that again, okay?”

Reluctantly, I nod. The woman smiles again and pulls me back into a hug. Her breasts are immense, and they are soft. Even more so than her thighs or any other pillow I have laid my head against. I lose myself in the marshmallow hell she has inflicted.

“Kronii?” I ask again. “Please tell me. What is my name?”

The source of my comfort and torment just laughs.

“That was your job to remember. I really can’t bother to learn something so insignificant, right? Not my fault your memory is so bad.”

I slump down. Who even am I? Was I born just to be played with by this woman? How did I end up like this? She quickly takes notice of my sulking.
“Hey, don’t feel too down,” she tells me. “You’re in the presence of a goddess. You should be honored. And besides…”

She leans in closer to my ear and whispers, “I really did mean it when I said I would be with you forever.”

The goddess puffs herself up proudly, confident that her words would comfort me. I just lay my head down against her chest.

After a while, she whispers again, “Hey, before I start a new loop, do you want to have some fun?”

I look up at the goddess from my soft resting place. She smirks at me, already knowing what I will answer, already removing my clothing. Why even ask if she’s going to do it regardless of my answer?

“You really were excited by that role, weren’t you? I don’t blame you. I am quite beautiful.”

This damn narcissist. My anger does nothing to quell my erection. It seems her body alone was enough to overwhelm any animosity I had towards her.
She lifts up her generous bosom and places them around my manhood, completely enveloping it within the milky abyss. A smug smile never leaves her countenance.

“Haha, does this fit with your filthy fantasies? How pathetic,” she teases as she gently squeezes her breasts together. The clothing alone provides enough pressure to drive me to the edge. “Granted, we’ve done this before. Lots and lots.”

“We have?” I ask, almost out of breath. How are her breasts alone able to enfeeble me so much? Is this some bizarre ability of a deity? Is she the goddess of titfucks?

“Oh, yes. The combined time is probably longer than you’ve been alive. And you can’t remember any of it! Hah, but you always have that pitiful, pained look on your face whenever you’re about to release. I want to see it mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...”

What the hell is happening? Just as I was about to ejaculate, everything seems to have slowed down. The pressure of her breasts squeezing along the length my shaft still remains, as does the sensation one gets right before cumming. I try to endure the proceeding seconds…

Then minutes…

Then hours…

Then…

“Kronii! Please, stop whatever you’re doing!” I beg. “I’ll do whatever you want just let me-“

“-re!” she finally completes. Semen erupts from inside her cleavage, staining the insides of her clothing. She continues to wring me with her breasts until I stop ejaculating. Her smug face gets closer to me, forcing me to look eye to eye.

“You really are disgusting,” the goddess laughs. The smirk on her face never seems to go away. “Did you enjoy that little preview of what else I can do?”

I am too out of breath to respond. A preview?

“You’re taking too long,” she sighs. “I swear, you humans… Anyways, how about we go on to the fun part?”

Before I can respond, she crawls up and straddles me. Her slender legs keep me in place as her hips slowly gyrate, trying to bring life back to my exhausted penis.

“Let’s hurry this up,” she says, snapping her fingers. Suddenly, I’m erect once again. She’s already on sliding her moist entrance against my tip, teasing me. Her eyes urge me to penetrate divinity and pierce the heavens that lie so close.

I thrust upwards, to her delight. The goddess undulates her hips, forcing me deeper inside. Quicker, quicker, quicker her pace increases as her holy bosom bounces with her. Eventually, I am overwhelmed. I grab her hips and shoot inside of her. How many times have I done this with this woman? How many scenarios?

“Hmm…” she ponders. “A bit too quick for my tastes. I know I’m sexy, but can’t you last a bit longer? We’ll just try again.”

Snap.

I thrust upwards, to her delight. The goddess undulates her hips, forcing me deeper inside. Quicker, quicker, quicker her pace increases as her holy bosom bounces with her. Eventually, I am overwhelmed. I grab her hips and shoot inside of her.

Snap

I thrust upwards, to her delight. The goddess undulates her hips, forcing me deeper inside. Quicker, quicker, quicker her pace increases as her holy bosom bounces with her. Eventually, I am overwhelmed.

Snap

I thrust upwards

Hurry, hurry, hurry. How long have I been having sex with this woman? This walking, talking pair of breasts? This goddess? All I can think about are the softness of her chests and the feeling of her pussy clamping down on my eternally erect penis. She pants and moans and laughs and insults me, pitying me again and again for things I can no longer remember.

“Why?” I would ask.

“Because I hate you/I want to see your reaction/I want to see your pain/I want to see your pleasure/I love you/I was bored.”

All of these answers seem to be said at once as she continues to pump her hips with her seemingly endless stamina. Where am I again?

After what seems like an eternity, she finally stops and lays down on top of me. Her soft breasts, which have already enraptured me, rest against my chest. Her delicate fingers trace against my jaw.

“Aha, this tryst has gone on a bit too long. Almost forgot to make another loop for you.”

I don’t even try to pretend I know what she’s talking about. The only thoughts in my mind are of her body and her of her voice.

“Hmm,” she ponders. “How about we…”

Light trickles in through the cracks in curtains. It’s still dim, but I feel quite warm.

How long have I been asleep?

I suddenly become aware of something else in the room with me. This warmth… it is concentrated on my chest. There is something soft there.

“Good morning!” calls out a sweet voice. I feel her soft lips against my neck. The heat of her breath conversely sends shivers down my spine. The woman draws me away from my slumber.

“Come on! Your mother didn’t wake up early just so you would sleep all day! Your breakfast will get cold!” the sweet voice says.

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Pub: 24 Aug 2021 03:09 UTC
Edit: 24 Aug 2021 03:18 UTC
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