The Unholy Whale Ch. 02

I pulled off my cum-stained underwear and walked naked trough the apartment, heading for the bathroom. As I threw my dirty underwear down the washing bin, the thought of dirty underwear made me think of my little sister. To think that little Jenny would be wearing sexy black lace panties when visiting her brother. She couldn't have been hoping for something even before I used actual magic to fuck her, right? Nah, wearing sexy underwear "for herself" was probably a statement against the patriarchy or some other nonsense. I thought back to how I had ravished Jenny on top of my desk. Thinking on it some more, I decided it was time to try out this summoning magic Azrael had told me about. I was curious how it would feel to use real magic and, to be honest, me craving my little sister's body after too much reminiscence was doing most of the decision making.

Still naked, I returned to my bedroom to get Jenny's card from the Soul Deck resting atop my desk. To my surprise on my way back, I found the card I desired to suddenly have appeared in my hand! Neat! So it seemed to be enough for me to wish for the card for it to also appear!

I laid down naked on top of my bed. Filled with anticipation, I tried invoking the card in the same way it was done in the game. I summoned Jenny!

***

"See, that's what I mean, Jen! As long as it's beneficial for them, us young Asian Americans are considered part of their group, but after all is said and done, what do we get? A pat on the back and affirmative action that keeps us out of college! Why should we suffer just because we are smarter than the other kids?" Jenny watched her friend Cam Linh take a huge sip of iced coffee for added emphasis as she finished her speech. Cam Linh looked at her expectantly, eager for Jenny to agree with her latest hot take.

Jenny usually enjoyed meeting up with her friend like this to discuss the current ongoings and scandals on social media; Cam Linh had been the head of the Asian culture study circle in their high school and was a strong warrior for the cause of social justice. Today however, Jenny found it hard to focus on her friend's long tirades. Jenny was devastated from what had happened yesterday! During the entire drive home from her brother's apartment, she had been feeling numb. As soon as she had finally gotten home, she had quickly hurried up to her room, barely acknowledging her mom and stepdad. She had then cried long and hard into her pillow until she finally fell asleep. How could she have been so rude and stupid, trying to slap her older brother? And destroy his things?!

She knew her older brother had been going through a rough time lately and as his little sister she should be supportive! Instead she had acted like a totally stuck-up bitch, complaining to him when he was willing to spend some of his valuable time to show her around his campus! He was so nice, wanting to help her even though he had been feeling sick. And well... just as he had told her, she couldn't blame him for being a guy. Like he said, they masturbate. It happens.

"Hey! Miss Such-a-banana-that-she-only-has-a-western-name, you spacing out on me?" Cam Linh's question and snapping fingers broke Jenny out of another bout of self-pity.

"Oh, sorry. Just had a bad fight with my older brother yesterday. Don't mind me, I'm fine." She smiled weakly at her coffee-slurping friend.

"Your creep of a stepbrother, huh? I still can't believe he's tried to sneak pics of you when you were changing! Who the frick even does that?! It's like cliche creep from a TV-series level of freaky stepbrother-behavior! How your parents didn't beat him up and throw him out after they found out is a total goddamn mystery! And you've always been way too nice to him, too! Letting him tag along with you and looking out for him! You need therapy, girl!"

"Ha ha... Well, it's true he did that. And I used to be so mad about it too! But now that I think back on it, do you remember what I used to wear back then? God, it was like freaking thongs-and-hot pants city at home!"

"Hang on 'Banana', what the fuck are you even saying? Why would your clothes matter, girl? It doesn't matter what you wear, doesn't give someone the right to creep on you! Especially not a brother!!"

Jenny felt slightly confused by what Cam Linh had just said about her brother's past behavior and was about to respond with a chilly remark about how Cam Linh, still a virgin, just did not not understand guys. However, no reply from the fake Jenny came as the world instead froze for just a moment, and reality shifted to accommodate the Summoner's pact. Her half eaten avocado toast sandwich and cup of green tea was whisked away. Cam Linh remained sitting in the same chair, sipping on her coffee, but instead of meeting her close friend Jenny for their traditional brunch, she had instead decided to treat herself to some "solo brunchage" and was browsing her phone, snickering to herself while writing a scathing reply to some "alt-right" nerd with an video game profile picture.

Why, if you would ask this Cam Linh about a traditional brunch with Jenny were they discussed the latest gossip on social media, she would give you a confused look. She had never heard of this Jenny!

Jenny's and her Summoner's family home also went through rapid and drastic changes in these few frozen moments. Her mom, now a childless widow had found love with a nice and reliable man and the two of them had raised his son together. The girl previously know as Jenny faded away from all of the family pictures, her room with its collection of fancy perfumes and the prizes from tennis tournaments that she was so proud of was now gone. The room now instead served as a sparsely decorated guest room.

The Simulacrum imitating life as a girl named Jenny collapsed as reality broke and the soul resting inside broke free from within the empty shell. Racing towards its Summoner to serve.

***

My little sister appeared from out of thin air, standing at the side of my bed. Her body still unmistakably the fucktoy body I had unwittingly blessed her with yesterday, but her clothes had changed. My Korean American stepsister wore a Japanese schoolgirl seifuku, or perhaps the slutty attire could not even be called that. She wore a white shirt that was completely unbuttoned, exposing her enormous, blown-up tits and toned belly. She did wear a blue hemmed sailor skirt but the length of the skirt was more akin to that of a belt. Visible clearly under the blue fabric that could perhaps be considered a skirt was undersized panties that dug erotically into her delicious thighs and shapely ass. Her tight legs were clad in white stockings that rode up to the middle of her thighs. The panties squeezing my little sister's ass and hips were striped green and white. "Naturally she would wear shimapan..." I managed to think in the midst of all the other new impressions.

Jenny seemed unfazed by the fact that she wore attire that would make a whore blush. She looked around the room for a short moment before she spotted me, lying on the bed naked.

"Onii-chan~!" She happily exclaimed as she dove on top of me, tits first. Pushing her otherwise lithe body against mine, bolted on tits pressed against my abdomen, Jenny began stroking her soft face against my chest, planting soft kisses with puckered lips. My little sister did not for a second seem to find it weird that she laid on top of her naked older brother while dressed as a fetish schoolgirl. "I missed you..." She whispered with a sugary sweet voice while she looked up at me with absolute love and adoration.

Without really thinking before I did so, I put a hand on her head and gently ruffled her jet-black hair in response. My little sister-transformed-sextoy figuratively purred from the attention I was giving her. She presented her head to me to facilitate a thorough headpat. Her "skirt" slid up from her hips to her waist from the friction of her rubbing up and down against me, giving me clear view of how her tiny striped underwear squeezed her toned butt. All while her enormous, artificially expanded melons pushed down heavy against me. In a manner of seconds, my dick had turned hard as diamonds.

"Ehehe~ Onii-chan's having ecchi thoughts again." My slut of a sister squirmed when she felt my hard member push against her legs and stockings while she kept grinding her body up and down against me to display her affection. I felt something wet and warm against my chest. She was lactating in response.

"You don't seem to mind." I responded as I moved my hand from her head to one of her swollen tits and began to gently rub it. My sister's gentle teasing ceased, to be immediately replaced by a satisfied gasp since my light touch was enough for her already leaking boobs to squirt out some milk while she pressed herself hard against me; her small body finding safety in her older brother's embrace. Egged on by her reaction, I grabbed her ass, rubbing her panties with one hand while pinching one of her lactating nipples with the other.

"What's with you and slutty panties, Jenny?" I whispered into my sister's ear as she was moaning heavily on top of me. "Black lace last time, and now you wear fetish panties straight out of an otaku's fantasy."

"I just want you to notice me, Onii-chan!" She moaned in response, her body shaking. "I want to be your slutty little imouto. Yes.. kimochii... ahh~"

"'Onii-chan, imouto, kimochii?!' You're talking like such a weeb dork now, Jenny!" I replied as I slid my hand on her ass under her panties and squeezed hard. I immensely enjoyed to hear the sister that had mocked me for my interests in anime and video games throughout the years make a fool of herself speaking like such a total loser!

"Ahhh~!" A jolt passed through her body from the hard squeeze. "D-don't be so mean, Onii-chan. Hidoi... I-I think it's k-kawaii! Tonikaku, you are not just my older brother, you know you are more important than that to me. You are watashi no Onii-chan!" The almost naked slut grinding on top of me cried out, her voice tinged with despair.

The magnitude of the changes from the Attributes that I had imposed on her soul through the card started to dawn on me. Jenny seemed almost desperate to be with me. In addition, my sister had always been the one who bullied me for my nerdy interests. She'd rather be dead than be caught cosplaying! Heck, she had even been insulted by the mere suggestion that she could dress up as a Japanese high school student for a costume party! Now she unabashedly wore a whorish sailor fuku and seemed to replace every other word she spoke with some cringe-worthy Japanese--as if she was a nerdy high school student with no self-awareness that had just discovered anime. The fact that I had transformed my independent and tryhard little sister into an Asian sextoy begging for my attention while acting so silly drove me wild! My hand still on her bare ass, I began to slide her panties down her legs. My sister's whole body was shaking from excitement when I freed her from her panties while I fondled her tits.

I let my fingers dig into her firm thighs, my nails scratching against her soft cotton stockings. She was already my possession, but I needed more. "Jenny, I want you to show me how much you love your big brother. Please my dick with your little sister cunny." I whispered to the quivering girl on top of me.

"H-hai!" Came an immediate reply, Jenny more than happy to obey my request. My sister moaned in ecstasy as she sat upright and settled on top of me. Straddling me, she impaled herself on my rock-hard dick. She rocked back and forth on top of me while her magically engorged boobs swayed majestically. At first I laid down on the bed and simply watched how the little sister who had hated me less than a day ago now rode me, intently focused on my pleasure. Her pussy walls enveloping and squeezing me. The hypnotic swinging of her tits as she increased her tempo was impossible to resist however; it did not take long until I plunged my head and body into them, sucking and licking on her right nipple while grabbing at the other tit. The stimulation of me playing with the breasts I had blessed her with really got her going! Her pussy clamped hard on my dick from excitement as she moaned.

"Yes! My body belongs to Onii-chan, use you imouto as you wish... Please... Onegai... Doko!" Jenny moaned while she arched her athletic back, pushing her milk covered titties even harder into me. I responded in kind and pinched and bit down so hard I half worried I would hurt her. She moaned with even greater passion in response while she gyrated her hips, squeezing me. Her pussy quaked; I could feel she was close.

"Onii-chan! O-onegai, put it... on my head! Your... hand!" What? Jenny looked desperately at me. Her body--tense as a bowstring--on top of me shaking from pleasure and excitement. I clumsily moved my by now wet and milk-covered hand to on top of her head. She moaned as I let it rest on her silky-smooth hair.

"T-tell me... Onii-chan... am I... am I... good?!" She wailed, her entire body shaking from anticipation for release, her pussy cramping on my dick.

"Errr... Yes, of course!" I got out. I barely knew what to say. "You're a great little sister. Your body makes me feel so good!"

As soon as I had finished giving her my praise, my little sister's modified body was wracked by the heaviest orgasm I had ever seen. Times ten. Quivering on top of me, she moaned, pushing her head as best she could into my hand as if to simulate a headpat, moaning my name, moaning more nonsense in bad Japanese. After what must have been minutes, she finally collapsed, a soft mess onto me.

She remained speechless for a while as the aftershocks of the orgasm hit her. While my sister laid on top of me, I let the power of the Soul Deck really sink in. I had added the Attribute that "this imouto loves when her onii-chan pats her head and praises her" to her card. This had apparently made headpats and praise become my sister's number one kink. Was the fact that I wrote onii-chan and imouto on the card also the reason Jenny mixed Japanese into her speech so weirdly? Or was that because of the love for Japanese culture she was supposed to have according to another Attribute? Perhaps it was due to a combination of both? One thing was clear, this affair involving entrapment of souls and inscribing Attributes to them was no doubt incredibly potent magic, just as Azrael had said.

With a satisfied whispered "Onii-chan~", Jenny stirred back to consciousness and nuzzled against my chest. She seemed truly happy. I looked down at my cute little sister with rudely enormous tits and gently ruffled her hair, which was still soaked in her milk. Both her, me and the bed were covered in sweat and the milk her glorious breasts produced.

"You really are a freaky little sister, Jenny. Look at the mess your dirty body has caused." I teased her as I stroked her hair. She pouted in response.

"Gomenasai..." She smiled up at me mischievously. She seemed content just from feeling her beloved brother against her. But her tone got a bit more serious when she continued. "Did I... not make Onii-chan feel kimochii? I worry I am not good enough, not a good girl, because you didn't release... You know it's safe to come inside me, ne?"

"Dummy, what big brother wouldn't feel good from having a titty monster like you worship his dick." I replied as I continued to ruffle her hair. "I will make sure to properly use your made-for-sex body next time, okay?"

"It's a promise." She replied joyfully in response, kissing my chest. "It's a yakusoku, desu!" She added for emphasis, resting her head against me, against my heart.

Although I said this, hearing the little sister I had always found to be a nagging bitch worry so earnestly about my pleasure while seeming to be totally oblivious as to how odd she was acting was enough to get me in the mood for round number two. As my dick grew stiffer, my sister-slut responded in kind, still lying exhausted on top of me, she grabbed my dick with one of her hands and began to-

My stomach growled loudly! Oh right, I haven't eaten in forever... I'm famished... Jenny, still grabbing at my dick, looked up.

"Onii-chan seems hungry for more than his imouto's body right now." Jenny sat up, her naked lower body still pushing against mine, breasts wobbling back and forth. "Let your imouto cook for you, I'm pretty subarashii in the kitchen. Then... you can use me more to get rid of your other hunger!" She winked at me at the last part.

"That sounds good, Jenny." I looked at her, covered in milk. "Everything is just too messy, though. Let me try something." I explained as I brought Jenny's card to my hand and dismissed her. Instantly she was gone. If I understood Azrael's explanation correctly, her soul had gone back to inhabit the Simulacrum again now. The bed and myself were still a wet mess. No more time travel or reversal like after the soul capture, then. I rose from the bed, and stared at the wet bed sheets for a little while. This would be such a mess to clean up...

I brought forth the card again and summoned Jenny. She instantly appeared just as she had done the first time I had summoned her. Fully "clothed" in her mockery of what would be a schoolgirl's uniform, and she was completely clean again.

"Ohayo Onii-chan~, is it daijoubu if I prepare asagohan for you now?" She chirped. So even though her body and clothes seemed to have "reset", her memories were intact. Good to know.

"Yeah, please do. But you are currently dressed as though you are ready to go to school." I lied while I still held on to the card, accessing the inventory screen just as it was done in the phone game. "This would fit a little sister cooking food for her beloved brother better." I said and changed her porno school uniform into a naked apron outfit.

"Ohhh?!" Jenny gleefully exclaimed as her clothes disappeared to be replaced by a small, pink apron wrapped tightly around her otherwise naked body. The way it clung to her jutting out ridiculously oversized jugs made the rest of the cloth that made up the apron sort of just hang in midair, far from her abdomen. It looked kind of comical and not particularly useful for avoiding food stains. Sexy, though...

"How did you do that, Onii-chan?"

"Your big brother has magic powers now." I replied bluntly.

"Wow, you are so amazing! Sugoi!" She made big eyes and bought the ridiculous statement from me without question. "Can't wait to give Onii-chan a little nude apron service later..." She winked at me as she twirled, showing off her tight body while her gravity defying tits bounced under the pink fabric. Neither could I.

***

As Jenny hurried to the kitchen, I sat down at my computer, still naked. I needed to log in to Ex Calibre to collect daily rewards. I listened to happy and whimsical humming coming from my sister getting busy in the kitchen, perhaps asking for more rewards from the game than what I had already been granted was too greedy. Looking down at my still soaked and shiny body due to my sister's hentai lactation, I put my phone down and headed for the shower.

When I passed the kitchen on my way to the bathroom, I saw my Korean American titty monster of a little sister getting ready to head outside, still wearing nothing more than the pink apron I had put on her. I stopped.

"Jenny, what are you doing?"

"Onii-chan's fridge is so empty, there is barely anything in there that I can use. So I've decided to go buy some food to cook you a proper meal." She answered beaming up me, her boobs jiggling slightly under the thin fabric.

"You were going to go out... dressed like this?"

"Hai~, it's chotto embarrassing... hazukashi... But I want to be a good imouto for you! I want Onii-chan to relax! You always work so hard...ganbatte..." Her sweet voice was full of concern. God... My little sister can't be this cute! You really became a perfect little sister overnight, Jenny