How long have you been trapped within Annie's cunt? A few minuets, an hour? It was impossible to tell; all you knew for certain was that you were trapped, and that you were tired. You had struggled to the point of exhaustion; lungs deprived of oxygen and instead filled with the sticky musk of your sister's womanhood. You could still taste and smell it, and the overwhelming female aroma still left you feeling nauseous and light-headed.
What made you give up wasn't that you were tapped in what was, to you, an endless chasm. It wasn't the fact that you would likely die from the lack of oxygen --it was the knowledge of just how small you were. You remembered in sex ed that the inside of the vagina had a constant membrane of moisture within it -a little bit of mucus to keep it damos. You weren't stuck to the wall of Annie's vagina, you were trapped in that thin, veil of mucus; unable to pry yourself free from just the fucking moisture while it not only threatened to suck you under it's surface and drown you, but also left your skin pruney and waterlogged.
The time you spent trapped in Annie's feminine core gave it all it needed to invade your body. Nose, mouth, throat, lungs, and now even your skin; sure enough your microscopic body was at the mercy of Annie's giant one; and it was going to make you it's complete and utter bitch before -and probably even after- you die; and you would die, and when that happened your body would still be trapped within her until something forced it out.
You thought about that for a while. What would happen to your body after you died in here? Would it stay inside her until it was just a pile bones stuck to her walls? Would she be having sex one day and force your body to exit her during climax, or when her boyfriend pulled out? Or would it be flushed out during her menstrual cycle and get tossed in the trash?
You were brought back to the here and now as your chamber began to heat up; the air became more humid, more pungent in both scent and taste; the roar of her blood was growing in volume and her heartbeat --that rhythmic bu-bum bu-bum-- was steadily growing louder, and faster. You felt a new wave of terror fill your soul as you struggled with all your worth to pry yourself free from her walls --no, from the damn moisture of her walls! Moisture, you noted, that was about to become something far more dangerous.
Annie, your older sister, was pleasuring herself -masturbating with her own brother lost between her legs!
You pictured her laying on her bed; her tanned, athletic body stripped free of all articles of clothing while she lightly traced her slit, maybe rubbing her clit for that little something extra. She would whimper as her pleasure grew, biting her lower lip as a rosy glow formed took to her cheeks; she was unaware that you, her kid brother, was trapped in her burning loins.
With each breath you took your lungs filled with Annie's arousal, and they felt heavier then before; like all of it was starting to pool and condense inside of you, giving you the very real fear of drowning. You tasted and smelt her juices before they even started dripping into your heated prison, and you wished for the former mix. Arousal was far stronger than typical musk; so much so that you couldn't even describe it, it was just stronger, overpowering your ability to put smell and taste to it while at the same time forcing you to do the very same.
You heard an organic grown echo around you, and the wall you were stuck to was expanding, stretching deeper into her body. You used this opportunity and struggled with the last of your strength, and was finally rewarded with a wet 'shquick' noise your body popped out of the sticky mucus lining Annie's inner walls, but it was pointless. Even though you weren't stuck to her anymore, you were still too small to do anything but drift through the air like a fucking piece of dust in the light.
It was getting hotter, more humid. More thoughts of Annie masturbating filled your mind; She would be panting now, her flushed body staring to glisten with a light sheen of sweat while the lips of her womanhood darkened and swelled, along with her clitoris as her body diverted it's blow flow to her crotch; her breasts would grow just slightly, and her nipples would be fully erect. She might have even been playing with them, pinching and tracing them with her fingers as her body and mind filled with lust.
Light shone into your prison for just a moment, and you realized how far in your sister's depths you were; you were in her vagina -no, not like the obvious 'in her vagina' but in the actual anatomy, the tunnel leading to her cervix. That was why the walls were moving, it was her cervix preparing for penetration! Lucky for you, that particular nightmare was only that --a nightmare.
The light faded as your sister's country-sized fingers pushed their way between her lips; she was fingering herself now, each 'schlick' producing a thunder clap to you. Every wet stroke of her finger brought with it an explosion of noise, loud enough to block out even her rapid heartbeat.
While you were no longer stuck to her walls, you could still tell Annie was moving her hips. She would be squirming in pleasure by now; soft, quiet moans emanating from her throat as she stroked the walls of her womanhood. She'd make sure to only be loud enough for her own ears, she wouldn't want to alert anyone else of her growing pleasure. Her genitals would be glistening with her juices, a warmth emitting from it's aroused depths that, while you felt like it was unbearable, she would be in a state of bliss. She might even be kicking her legs out, trying to hold off on her climax until it became unbearable.
The light from outside made the inside of her crotch glisten; the walls, form what you could see, were glittering like a thousand stars as they reflected the light of her room; her fingers occasionally had a sticky string of liquid that stretched from her walls to her fingers, only to provide more lubrication as she brought her limp back with another thunderclap.
You watched, as her fingers dove in faster and faster; Annie's heartbeat was increasing, her loins growing hotter and hotter to the point where you actually felt your skin starting to blister and burn from being in it's center; you heard her depths groaning and saw her walls tightening and then, finally, you saw a stream of her musky essence ooze from her hand and drip into her pussy...
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