I Love my Brother but I Love Cake Too (closed for Cherrybomb400)

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First slice: I love my brother but I love cake, too.

"Cake-O! Cake-O!" smiled Takumi.

The two happy parents looked at their son with glee. Whenever he was happy, he would run about their pâtisserie, sweet with the scents of fresh cakes, hand decorated with elaborate designs. His mother was pregnant now, and they teased him with his upcoming sibling.

"What shall we name your little sister?" asked his mother.
"Cake-O! Cake-O!" he said, eyes wide.
"Well, Keiko it is!" his father smiled back.

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"Takumi loves Keiko!" The boy, still just a toddler, held the young baby in his arms, and gave her a good squeeze. As they grew together, he shared many hand holdings and hugs with his younger sister. Protecting her from bullies, learning their parents trade, there would be nothing that would separate them apart. Nothing.

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"Please decorate this cake and deliver it to this address," the cold note said.

Takumi and Keiko almost never saw each other outside the pâtisserie since their parents died. Even when they worked together, a distance separated the two siblings. His bright happiness became cold obsession, as he labored and slaved over every cake. His mother taught him to bake the most delicious cakes, and his father taught his sister how to decorate them. But, on the day they were to learn each other's skills, their parents were caught in a terrible accident, and Takumi's smiling wide eyes disappeared. Despite their best attempts, the competitiveness of the big city's confectionery industry drove them out of business. Takumi would be hired by a local hotel chain. Keiko would go to cooking school in Kyoto. They would never see each other again. The phone rang. A cancellation. The last cake Takumi would bake was now unwanted. It's two layers of small round cake would never sit atop each other. The small rolled cake between them sat between them, lonely. Keiko entered the room, the cake and frosting ready, unaware of their unwanted fate. But cakes were meant to be decorated. Keiko was meant to be with Takumi.

For Keiko loved Takumi, as well.

 

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"Keiko!"

A very young Keiko was hiding under one of the pastry displays. With her hand over her mouth she tried to keep herself from laughing as her older brother seek for her in their parents shop.

"Got ya!" Her brother let out a victorious cry as he grabbed her ankle and pulled the 6 year old girl from under the cake display.

"Onii-chan! That's not fair!" The little girl pouted. "You always find me..."

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"Ok everyone, it's time for Keiko-chan to make her presentation,"

Keiko was now a few years older, but still so naive about the world and how it worked. She stood in front of her class with a big smile on her face. She stood next to her teacher's desk, that had a white box sitting on top of it.

"Ahem!... Hello, my name is Keiko. My parents own a pastry shop, filled with all sorts of tasty treats. A lot of people come to the shop for Birthday cakes, or just for something sweet. I also have an older brother, Takumi-kun. He takes care of me when mom and dad are busy working. Yesterday Takumi-kun and Okaasan (Mother) baked this cake for me to bring, and Otousan (Father) and I decorated it!"

The teacher had opened the box, and sure enough inside was a chocolate cake with some white whipped frosting. When you looked at it, you could tell when her father decorated and when the young child with no experience had attempted to pipe on the frosting.

"That's very nice, Keiko-chan," Her teacher gave her a gentle pat on her head. "You brother and parents are very sweet to make this and bring it in for the class."

Keiko's smile turned into a grin, "Thank you Sensei, but I'm not finished yet." Keiko then turned back to the class. "When Takumi-kun and I are older, we're going to take over the shop. We're going to sell the best cakes and pastries." Then she took a breath, "And we're going to get married and then teach our children how to make delicious treats!"

The room was silent for a while... and then some of the girls started giggling at how naive Keiko's statement was. That small trickle of laughter then turned into a roar from the whole class. The Sensei had stepped in and told everyone to quiet down, and then took Keiko out to the hall.

"Keiko-chan... I understand that you love your brother... but there is appropriate affection and inappropriate. A brother and sister cannot have that kind of love. They cannot get married."

"But... I love Takumi-kun..."

"I know, but you are confusing family love and romantic love." Her Sensei sighed as she had a talk with Keiko. She explained again that siblings couldn't be together and that it was wrong. It ended with Keiko being very upset. After that day, Keiko was the subject to a lot of teasing and bullying. It didn't help that Takumi-kun would run to her rescue, it actually made things worse.

After that day, Keiko did everything she could to be a good sister... and try to make herself feel how a good sister is supposed to feel...

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"Come on, Keiko-chan!" Takumi had grabbed her hand and started pulling her down the road on their way to school. Keiko's hand wrapped around his as she felt her heart pounding. No, that was bad. She pulled her hand from his, but sped up her pace. She loved her brother, even if she wasn't supposed to. He would never know... because that was how much she loved him. She didn't want to ruin the thought of his sweet little sister wit the knowledge of how she truly felt.

"I'll race you!" She teased as she held her bag in her hand and ran past him. If he was behind her, she couldn't see him and he couldn't turn around to see the hurt in her eyes of not being able to be with him.

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Present Day

Keiko took the note, folded it and tucked it into her pocket. She didn't care how cold it read, it was still a note from Takumi. She doubted that after they parted ways she would hear much from him. She thought about telling him that the order had been cancelled... it would figure... the very last one before they would close their doors forever. The last thing she would say to him would be something that would break his heart.

Keiko couldn't bare the thought of telling him. The only thing she could do, was do as the note asked... decorate the cakes. Maybe she would just taken them to her apartment afterwards. The two siblings had been living apart recently as their lives would be going into two different directions.

Keiko put on her apron and pulled back her hair. She got to work, icing the cakes exactly where they sat. All the while she was thinking about her older brother. Would he miss her? Would they talk at all? When they said goodbye, would he hug her... kiss her? She doubted that he would do the latter. While thinking about Takumi-kun, she finished icing the cakes. However when she finished, they didn't look exactly how they were supposed to...

"Ahhhh!" Keiko gave out an embarrassed cry. Her face turned red as she realized that she decorated the cakes... to look like a man's penis. This is what happened while she thought about her brother?! "Ahhhh, hentia hentia hentia!" She yelled at herself as she balled her fist and hit the side of her head. After her small tantrum, she sighed in defeat. At least after this, she could really try to forget about him and her feelings...

She grabbed a box to hide the naughty cake in... but she couldn't help but thinking... The cakes were made by Takumi... she had always tried to keep herself at arms length with him, and now they were going to be completely apart. The cakes were unwanted anyway...

She came closer to the cake, leaned over and licked down the length of the cake. She doubted that a man's cock tasted as sweet as this. "Takumi..." She said softly as she fantasized about her brother. He wouldn't be in today, or so she thought. She started to grope at herself through her top, imagining it was him touching her. Her hand slipped up her skirt and she fondled herself through her panties. She imagined him laying her back onto the work table and making love to her there.

Then build up was driving her crazy. Keiko had dated a few guys before, trying to distract herself from her brother, but she never went all the way with them. She just felt that she couldn't. While she had been thinking about her brother, she took off her skirt and made her way towards the table. Without really thinking it through, she sat on the 'head' of the cake. It squished beneath her. With her eyes closed, her continued to play with her breasts under her top and her hand was now inside of her panties, rubbing her hard clit as she bucked her hips.

"Takumi... Takumi..." She moaned softly as she continued.

 

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Takumi entered through the back. There was no point entering the front door. No one would ever walk through it again. Unlocking the back, he saw his little sister. Decorating... decorating... the attention she paid was exquisite detail, the perfect fleshtones... the texture of the veins... the beautiful wrinkles on the roundness of the cakes... Suddenly, "hentia, hentia, hentia" she yelled, but what was there to yell about? Surely this work of confectionery succulence surpassed any and all plebeian concerns about it subject matter.

And he wanted to taste. He wanted to feel the soft buttercream across his lips. He wanted the silken texture on his tongue, the firm peaks of frosting exposed to air, the supple deliciousness underneath. He admitted his need, his insistence on washing the bowls of his sister's frosting after hours, his real desire to lick them clean in shameful lonely isolation.

"Takumi..." he heard. Returning his attention to the scene, he saw her, touching herself through her top. The very same hands that created and coated with the frosting were now touching her clothes and body. Takumi's blood began to rise, his heart pumping at this sight -- the sight of food being wasted! It was the height of disrespect for not just precious nutrition, but aesthetics as well. She lifted her skirt and he saw her panties. Her beautiful wonderful panties. For they matched in hue and color the buttercream frosting he so adored! Of course! The panties! Surely, the panties must have inspired her to create such edible art. As she rubbed herself, he felt a stiff hardness between his own thighs.

But she was desecrating the cake. The cake! He flung open the door, as she thrust her body against the confection. "That is wrong! That is wrong!" he cried oblivious to the fetish before him. But Takumi could not merely chastise her. He must taste it! A dessert like this was meant to be consumed! Eaten! Savored with every bite. Yet this was Keiko's frosting. Wiping the frosting off Keiko with some ragged towel would be a sin! A crime! Takumi's fingers were not worthy to even touch this goddess' creation.

He held Keiko by the wrist, lifting up her cream-covered fingers to his own lips. First kissing them, then licking them, and finally suckling on them, Takumi marveled at the deliciousness of her unique craftsmanship. He spied the white delicacy on her neck, and pulled her to him, her frosting-covered breasts pressed against the whiteness of his uniform. He closed his eyes, as his tongue again slid against the soft sugary flesh of Keiko. "Cake-O... Cake-O..." he murmured, nibbling her flesh so delicately, until his teeth slid over the contours of her earlobe. He bit her so lightly, as if he was tasting her treats for the first time. Cake stuck to her face with frosting. Takumi pressed himself against her on the table, and kissed her, fully on the cheeks, as his tongue licked and lapped up the sugary goodness of her buttercream skin. He soon turned towards Keiko's mouth, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue exploring her sweet sweet mouth, tongues lashing as if whipping butter.

He broke the kiss, and looked at her body. Cake everywhere! Cake! "No, no, no," he cried. "You have cake on your clothing," he despaired. With a heat welling within him, he tore off her top, her underwear exposed, frosting and bits of cake atop her breasts. He dove in again, fiercely licking the tops of her breasts, his tongue seeking her nipples, seeking any flesh that could be covered with sugary goodness. Pulling down her cups, he beheld her mounds, and bit the tips of her nipples, his tongue frantically flicking across them, his murmurs of "Cake-O... Cake-O" mixed with his deft nibbles of her firm hardness.

He began licking down her body, his kisses following the crumbs to her delicious triangle. He inhaled her scent, mixed with sweet buttercream. He beheld her panties, coated with frosting, and flecked with bits of cake. Of course! Her panties matched the color of her frosting masterpiece. He cried with delight at the discovery of her succulence. He pressed his mouth against the silken fabric, licking up the delicious taste of her and their creations. He could feel her heat through the fabric, moistened with frosting, his tongue, and her essence.

He wanted more. He wanted the taste of his sister within him. He tore away the panties, plunging his tongue into her pussy. He sucked at her lips, her delicious juices intermingling with the taste of sugar upon her. He sucked at her hard little clit, teeth flicking against her swollen goodness.

 

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Keiko froze in place when Takumi announced his presence by telling her what she was doing was wrong. She thought he meant her fantasizing about him. Shame started to wash over her, but that was quickly replaced by surprise when Takumi took her hand and started cleaning her fingers of cake and icing.

"Takumi-kun..." She said softly as Her cheeks flushed. Then she felt him pull her closer, licking her neck. She shuddered at the feeling of his tongue along her skin. Was this a dream? Was Takumi really touching her like this? "Takumi-kun..." She moaned softly. His lips and tongue found their way onto her cheek... And then Takumi was kissing her! She held her brother tightly to her as she kissed him back, moaning into their kiss.

Soon he was disrobing her and his kisses continued their journey, and Keiko just kept moaning his name as her hands held him close, one on his back and the other on the back of his head. As his kisses continued down, Keiko laid back onto the table, her legs spread for her brother's hungry tongue. She writhed there as his tongue skillfully licked at the cake mess between her legs.

Then when he removed her panties, she could feel his warm tongue fully against her woman hood. Gasping and panting, her moans became louder and she was unable to control herself. "Takumi-kun!... I love you Takumi-kin." And then she arched her back and came as her cake flavored cunt filled his mouth with her sweet juices.

 

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Takumi felt Keiko erupt. Her pure delicious pussy juices intermingled with the frosting and cake, exploding on his lips the quivering mass of flesh and exquisite taste of buttercream and sugar. He hungrily licked her, selfishly demanding more and more of the confectionery elixir. He moaned into her, drunken on the alcohol-like sugars overwhelming his senses. Keiko infused his mouth, nostrils, and eyes with her patisserie essence. Aroused and inflamed, he could feel his own hardness stiffen, swelling and erupting, demanding the same patisserie satisfaction his own lips had the fortune to taste.

He looked back at the cake. The way she crushed it between her thighs at the tip of the cake now made it look like a valentine's heart. The sweet purity of her juices intermingling with the sweet pink frosting. He smiled, the delicious fortune of witnessing his sister's passion to create this finest cake. His eyes burned with passion. This knowledge that only his sister could create such delicious frosting.

And then he looked down. Frosting somehow got smeared on his own uniform, a terrible blotch violating the sanctity of a patisserie's pure whiteness. The smear was between his thighs and upon his crotch, an almost parody of a man climaxing clothed. He indicated this mess with his fingertips, his hardness just restrained by his uniform. He lowered his head, his own hands unable to touch the frosting created by his goddess, Keiko.

"Cleanse me, Keiko-chan. Rise to your knees and remove me of this delicious frosting. I am unworthy to touch it, much less have it upon my meager clothing. Place your lips on me and divest me of the sacred cream of butter. Please, Keiko-chan. Will you take this responsibility?"

 

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It took a few moments before Keiko was able to come down from her high of the orgasm her brother gave her. When she did come around, he started telling her that he wanted her to clean him of the icing that was on his clothing... Specifically on his crotch. Keiko didn't need much convincing. Even if it had been on another part of his body, Keiko could have gladly done anything her brother asked of her.

Quickly she did as her brother asked and came down from the table. She kneeled in front of him. Slowly, as she looked up at him, she started licking off the icing, starting as close to where she thought the base of his cock was and then up its length. The icing and cake already tasted sweet, but it was that mic sweeter as she cleaned off her brother. Soon there was just a thin layer, so Keiko tried to wrap her lips around the area and tried to suck as much of the mess up as she could.

Once she had cleaned his pants, she did the same as he did and started to remove his clothes, even though he only told her to remove the icing. Now that she started she couldn't stop herself. Once he cock was free from their confinement, she took his cock within her lips and started sucking hungrily. Her head bobbed up and down as her tongue caressed his shaft. She moaned at his taste as she took more. Her small hands gently cupped his balls as she wanted to taste his own special cream on her tongue.

 

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Takumi watched as Keiko knelt down. He caressed her hair as she began to lick. Taste. Nibble. He could feel her tongue slowly sliding up and down his shaft, through his uniform. The sensation of her warm wet mouth, gradually seeping onto his cock, was almost too much to bear. He gasped, closing his eyes, then feeling a coolness between his loins, as his clothing was removed. He touched her hair again, and let out a low moan, as he felt her wanton sucking, his stiffness responding to her oral ministrations. "Oh, Keiko..." he groaned, her head sliding up and down his thick hard shaft. "I'm going to... I'm going to..." He did not finish his sentence. He could feel her fingertips on his balls, coaxing his warm white cream from within his body. His core was melting, his knees quivering at the sensation of delivering his salty sweet seed into her round little mouth. He let out a loud groan, as he came, his come in small bursts.

"You're going to what?" smiled the generically attractive woman watching them.

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Second Slice: I love my brother, but Who's This Woman?

"Konnichiwa!!!" greeted the woman. "Thank you for inviting us. I am the hostess from the 'Love Love Marriage' show, and this is my cameraman. You may call him C-Man."

"Ah, yes, the woman from the station. Keiko, I neglected to tell you that," said Takumi, "In an attempt to save the bakery, I was thinking of selling 'marital cakes'. They're the same idea as marital aids. But they're cakes. Delicious cakes. As you know, the Japanese government is concerned about our declining birth rate, and the Ministry of Finance is granting subsidies for businesses encouraging reproduction between marriage partners."

"And this must be your wife," the hostess replied.

"Yes," paused Takumi, "This is my wife."

"She is so beautiful!", the woman beamed.

"YES," paused Takumi, "THIS IS MY WIFE!"

Turning towards the cake, the woman said, "And this cake is lovely, too! May I have a taste?"

"YES," stammered Takumi, "THE CAKE IS DELICIOUS!"

The woman courteously picked up a fork and served herself a piece. "Oishiiiiii..." she smiled, perhaps rehearsingly. "How did you make it.?"

Takumi briefly recalled seeing his sister sitting on the cake. Her lithe body sliding across the frosting, her little hands fondling and exploring her body. And the frosting. The frosting that matched her panties.

"WITH LOVE!!!" Takumi exclaimed.

"Ho, ho, hooo!!!" smiled the woman, looking at Takumi, still naked from the waist down. "I certainly see! Well, I don't want to interrupt your and your wife's lovemakig. We need to prepare a film of how well your cake has improved your love life. I think a demonstration is in order. However," the woman continued, handing them a large blanket, "in order to maintain a standard of decency, it would be proper for you to conceal yourself and your mate as you continue your intimacy."

"Of course," replied Takumi. "Shall we begin, Keiko?"

 

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"Konnichiwa!!!"

Keiko gasped when she heard another voice in the room. Then when she turned her head and saw both a woman and a camera man with a camera, the young woman screamed and hide behind her brother. Takumi however stood proudly, half naked, as he was basically being interviewed. Keiko grabbed her chef jacket and slipped it on. She was blushing terribly red.

It wasn't until the woman told them they needed to record themaking love did it register that her brother called her his wife.

"HAI, I AM HIS WIFE!"

"Um... Hehe," the reporter woman laughed awkwardly, "Yes we established that... Now if you two wouldn't mind?" She held up the sheet. "Now since we cannot really see anything, please feel free to describe in detail what you two are doing. While you are getting ready, I will explain to our viewers what we saw upon entering."

The woman cleared her voice and turned to the camera. She introduced herself and the name of the show. She followed up with explaining how she found the happy couple, explaining that these cakes must be something special to make two people be brought to pure carnal desire.

 

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"Describe what I'm doing... describe what I'm doing..." Takumi mused. He then took a slice of cake and offered it to Keiko.

"I am offering Keiko cake." he said, raising the treat to Keiko's lips. He next took a slice for himself and ate some. "I ham mow eaffing cke," he continued, describing in detail what he was doing. "Grff nmm hrgh wffm nra nra nra," he said, eventually swallowing. "And that is why I think this cake is essential to increase one's affinity towards one's life partner. I shall continue to describe in detail," he said, with Keiko holding the rather transparent blanket between themselves and the camera. The light behind them expertly cast shadows of them onto the thin cloth.

Positioning himself behind his half-naked sister, he continued. "I am slowly rubbing my now stiffening member along my beloved's posterior, a lovely peach not unlike her also delicious peach frosting available at our store. My hips gently touch her buttocks, the base of my proclivity between her cheeks, as I slide myself up and down, my glistening liquids delicately depositing on her soft bottom. My hands are now reaching underneath her chef's jacket, which I gave her a few months ago because her old one was getting a bit frayed at the edges. I am now cupping her magnificent breasts, which are becoming more firm and bountiful as I speak. I am now entering her, the tip of my firm member stretching her tightness, as I feel her wetness around me. Keiko. You seem to be blushing. Is everything alright? Please describe to the kind woman how our lovemaking is proceeding," he said, another deep thrust entering Keiko, his fingertips pinching her hardening nipples.

 

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Keiko couldn't believe what was happening. Her brother was touching her, calling her his beloved. She was in heaven... She was also embarrassed that they were having this intimate moment during an interview for their shop.

The woman was now kneeling onto the ground and holding out the microphone to listen to them talk about their love making. Keiko blushed, and that prompted her brother to make a comment and tell her to explain what was happening from her point of view.

"Oh um, yes. Takumi-Kun is entering me... It's almost like its as if ITS MY FIRST TIME," she closed her eyes and bit her lip as her brother's cock pushed past her virgin lips. "He feels so thick... Pushing into my vagina. Ooooh I love the feeling of him being inside me. It feels so good."

Keiko covered her mouth as she felt him break past her hymen. She muffled her cries.

"Keiko, are you alright?" The reporter asked. Can you please tell us what it is you are experiencing as your husband is penetrating you?"

Keiko panted as she was trying to quickly get use to his size and having something so deep inside her. "Yes... I'm just so pleased by both my taste buds from the exquisite marital aid cake and the feeling of Takumi loving me!"

 

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Takumi began to sweat, the joyous feeling of his sister's walls around his member. His breathing became heavier, as his panting reflected his thrusting into his beloved Keiko.

"I will now lick and nibble Keiko's ear," he said, now licking and nibbling Keiko's ear. "And then kiss her, my tongue penetrating deeply." He turned her head to kiss her, his tongue into her mouth, playing with hers, tasting the sweetness of the cake and her mouth. "Mmmrf nrrrf grbbn erff," he continued, explaining how their tongues lashed while he thrust into her.

Turning her around, he placed her on the table, sitting towards him and facing him. The shadows cast onto the blanked clearly outlined their bodies, with his cock in full view of the camera. He then lowered his hips to hers, and inserted himself into Keiko. "I am now inside of my beloved. My penis again sliding into her, filling her up with my manhood. I now will lower my face to her beautiful breasts and proceed to lick and suck them." The shadows projected onto the thin blanket showed Keiko's erect breasts, her firm nipples welcoming Takumi's mouth. His tongue slid across her nipples, his teeth playing and biting them, then wholly taking one of them into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against her nipple. "I'm sorry, I am also biting them," he corrected.

"I will now kiss my love and describe the deep kiss as I kiss her."

His remaining words were quite muffled.

 

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Keiko Sighed softly, "Oh... That feels good." She purred softly as his nibbled her ear. Then he turned her head to kiss her. It was weird that her brother was trying to talk and kiss her deeply at the same time, but she didn't care and tried to reply, "Ooough guuuh!"

When he placed her on the table, Keiko removed her jacket, now her brother had complete freedom over her flesh. It was like her skin was beckoning for his touch. "Takumi-kun!" She sighed softly as he licked and played with her breasts. She listened as he described what he was doing to her. "I'm spreading my legs wider for Takumi-kun, and my womanhood is being filled by his member. It feel like it fits around him so tightly-ah!" She gave her a gentle nip on her breast and proceeded to correct his previous statement.

Then his lips were upon hers and they kissed deeply as her legs and arms wrapped around him. Keiko was hoping this would never end.

"And when you both reach your climax. Will you fill your wife with your special cream?" The female reporter asked.

"YES!" Keiko cried out. "Takumi-kun will fill me like a cream puff- Mmm."

"Oh my, I can see you are both eager to bring up the population of Tokyo! We will have to do a follow up story!" The reporter said gleefully.

 

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"YES! YES!" cried out Takumi, pumping furiously into Keiko. He began to lose focus, as his torrid fucktool forced itself in and out of his beloved sister's quim. His eyes widened as he heard his sister's wanton cries. "CREAM... CREAM!!!" he spouted, as he gripped her harder. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tightly holding her hair. He pushed her mouth into his, as his tongue madly thrust into her mouth, forcing itself as deep as his cock plunging into her wet swollen pussy. Fierce muffles erupted as he kissed her, the thin blanked now transparent with their torrid sweat. He broke the kiss, only to have his mouth dive onto her breasts, his hand now groping and fondling her soft yet firm breasts. His tongue slathered up and down her chest. recklessly sliding across her nipples, across her neck. His fingers pinched her nipples, squeezing as his hot breath panted upon her petite body. He continued to fuck her, his hips bucking, his sweat beading and streaming from his skin. Harsh hands held her buttocks, lifting her off the table, ramming her small body against his solid hard dick. His fingers gripped the soft flesh of her bottom, pushing her svelte body into his erect ramming cock. "CAKE-O, CAKE-O" he screamed, only to clamp his mouth against hers. He kissed her again, deeply, his tongue forcing its way in, his mouth closed on hers. The blanked fell to the floor as he arched, madly, the thick white froth erupting from his aching balls, through his shaft, into Keiko's wet hot pussy.

"Well," smiled the reporter, "at least we won't have to censor out the genitals. He's buried in, deep!" The reporter suppressed a laugh behind her polite and polished grin. "See you next week!"

 

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* I love my brother but we need to make the frosting first!

After their 'interview', the reporter had placed her own order for martial aid cakes. The two siblings had graciously taken their first order for their new business, however they requested time to perfect their cakes.

Keiko had moved back in with Takumi immediately, only this time, she didn't have a separate room. If they were to play husband and wife, the two needed to completely immerse themselves in the roles. Keiko couldn't be happier. She kept the apartment clean and worked on new cake designs (which she had Takumi model for... Even though she didn't need him too).

Keiko was entering the cake shop, which was filled with new sinfully delectable desserts. There were cakes that looked like women's breasts, vaginas, rears, and men's genetalia. The shop was getting some recognition again, but of course there could always been improvements. Today Keiko and Takumi were going to work on the frosting. Keiko was so happy to be working directly with her brother again.

The petite young woman burst open the door to the kitchen and exclaimed, "Konnichiwa, beloved husband!!!"

 

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"Konnichiwa..." the emaciated voice said from within. The curtains were drawn, the light shut out. A palpable darkness and gloom permeated the kitchen, mountains of cakes piled within corners, globs of frosting sitting in bowls. Hideous parodies of human body parts lay atop each other, blobs of frosting sliding from one perched confection to the next. Terrible monstrosities of goo slathered atop one another. In the center of the room, hunched over one of the bowls, sat Takumi, mixing. His back was towards Keiko, his uniform a mess of neglect and icing. He stirred another bowl of frosting, a repetitive sound of the spoon hitting the side of the container. "It's a sham..." he cried. "It's a sham..." his voice trailed off as the cakes came into view. They were almost parodies of the cakes displayed up front. "I placed the cakes upfront because they need to be there," he said, "but none of them are right. Customers come to the store... they look at them, but... somehow, they know these cakes aren't right. We sold some after the interview, but no one's coming back... will they ever come back?"

Takumi looked up at Keiko. His cheeks were hollow, hair disheveled. Bags sat under his eyes, dim reminders of his dedication. "It's the frosting. There's something wrong with the frosting," he said, with a weakening voice. "It's not like it tasted when I first saw you... saw you..." his voice trailed off, dim memories flickering off. What little light within him, dark and spent. His head sunk down, slow tears falling down his cheeks, intermingling with the crusted sugar upon his lips.

"Keiko. Please." He raised his head up again, and held up and offered a bowl of the icing to Keiko. It was nearly pristine, almost shining, yet something was missing. "Let us recreate that day and make the perfect frosting. Please. Help me."

 

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When Keiko first looked around, seeing the monstrosities of cakes all around the kitchen, she initially felt horror... They were pretty bad. Takumi didn't normally frost cakes, just like Keiko didn't really bake. The two needed each other, more now than ever. She took the bowl from Takumi, dipped a finger in and tasted the frosting. It didn't taste any different than normal, perfectly fine... But fine wasn't GREAT... There was definitely something missing from that day they were interviewed.

"Hai, Onii-chan," she smiled to her brother. The two first cleaned the kitchen of defective cakes and then they proceeded to bake two round cakes and a roll, just like how Keiko found them that day.

"Hmmm," Keiko started pondering about that day... After she had crushed it beneath herself... The reporter came in. All three of them had the cake then. When it finally clicked in Keikos head, she blushed bright red. They had been tasting her in the cake and frosting.

"Um... Hehe..." She started to fidget at the thought of tasting her. "I think I figured out what was missing..." And then she began to explain what she believed the frosting needed.

 

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"Yes. YES.", he said, understanding her.

He looked deep into her eyes, and kissed her. He touched her cheeks with his fingers, beckoning her to raise her lips to his. His heart swelled with passion, with desire, her warmth filling him with need. He kissed her again, his tongue and breath pressing into her, as his hands held her back and buttocks. Lifting her, he placed her on the kitchen table, kissing her deeply. laying her tenderly on the surface, and touching her face, her neck. His fingertips unbuttoned her uniform, revealing the white blouse underneath. He then nuzzled himself against her breasts, his cheeks flushed with heat, his lips searching for need. His hot breath on her soft skin, he kissed her again, as he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He gently stroked her legs, her inner thighs, appreciating the stockings she wore for him. Just for him. On the table sat one of the bowls, encrusted with sugar and buttercream. It sat lonely, forlorn, wishing to be one with the couple.

"I understand..." he said.

Scooping up the frosting with his fingers, he placed his fingertips on her lips, dribbling the cream onto her, inserting a finger into her mouth, adoring her as she tasted the frosting. He then kissed her again, swirling his tongue with hers, tasting her mouth with the sweet sweet cream. His tongue swirled with her, mixing the sweet taste with her own, his moans earnestly reflecting his driven desires. His fingers then traced a path down her neck, his kisses following, his tongue licking, sliding along her delicate sweet flesh. He then lifted her bra, exposing her breasts, now wet with cream. He suckled, his small bites on her nipples combined with the taste of the frosting. His hands traveled down her petite body, sliding across her stomach, a white trail of virgin frosting making a path to her nether regions. He pressed forward, feeling the silky pleasure of her panties, rubbing the cream into her warm swollen pussy. He kissed her again, as his fingers pressed wantonly, eagerly, into her soft sibling flesh, slipping between the fabric and entering her swollen lips.

 

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Keiko's embarrassed blush was soon forgotten as her brother kissed her with passion. She loved the feeling of his lips against hers, kissing down her neck, causing her to softly whimper as he caressed her sensitive spots. she laid there on the table, and as he undressed her she quickly worked on unbuttoning his shirt as well, and once it was open her hands found his belt and she quickly started to undo it. She wanted to be one with Takumi again, only this time, without the prying eyes of the reporter and camera crew.

Takumi had said something, but Keiko was in such a daze that she missed what he said. The next thing she knew, soft and sweet cream was touching her lips. She parted them and her brother's finger forced it's way inside her mouth. Before she could fully consume the confection, Takumi's mouth was on hers again. Keiko couldn't hold back, she moaned as they kissed and savored the flavor between their tongues.

A soft giggle passed her lips as his mouth followed the trail of cream that his fingers left, "That tickles," she spoke softly as her fingers ran through his hair. Whatever Takumi wished to do to or with her, she complied. She was now laying half naked on the kitchen table, as his fingers, covering in cream, were rubbing her pussy through her panties. Then he kissed her again, and as he did so she felt her panties be pushed aside and Takumi's fingers started playing with her pussy. Keiko couldn't help but to buck her hips, wantonly.

"Yes! Oh god, Takumi-kun.... Onii-chan..."

 

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Takumi's pants fell to the floor, allowing his hardening member to press against his boxers. Keiko's hips pressed against his fingers and her hand ran through his hair. Takumi took Keiko's free hand, and placed her palm against his hard-on, and gently thrust against her, a slow spot of wetness appearing at the tip of his manhood. Meanwhile, his sugary cream coated fingers were thrusting harder, wetly sliding and becoming coated with her own juices as well.

"Keiko..." Takumi moaned into his sister's wet kiss. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, earnestly licking, melding the sweet cream of the frosting with the taste of their saliva. He broke the kiss, a trail of saliva bridging their panting mouths. He then traveled lower, his mouth leaving kisses down her neck to her chest, finally landing upon one of her swollen breasts.

He groaned again, his fingers more insistent within her soft wet pussy. His teeth playing and nibbling against her firm taut nipples. He cock eager and pressing against her delicate fingertips. "Stoke my cock..." he moaned, lightly biting her breast.

 

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"Stroke my cock"

"Nnnggh!.... Y-yes, Onii-chan!" Keiko gasped and moaned as he continued to tease her body. She was panting beneath him as her hand wrapped over his boxers and around his cock. Her hand rubbed up and down his length a few times before she pulled down his waistband. Once his cock was free, she grasped it once again. Gently she caressed it with her fingers, feeling every vein and the edge of the head. As she closed her hand around it, she once again pumped her hand on his cock.

She wanted Takumi's special cream on her, inside her, she wanted to taste it... She wanted to taste how much Takumi loved her. Her pussy was clamping down on top his fingers as he suckled her breasts. Her body shuddered as her orgasm was building higher and higher.

"Onii-chan... Onii-chan! I'm going to cum!" She tried to hold back, wanting to cum with him.

 

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"Oh..." he gasped. Perhaps it was a reply to her needs, or the sensation of her slim hand wrapped around his pulsating cock. He gasped, salty sweet clear precome oozing out of his slit onto her sliding palm.

He thrust hard against her fingers, as he bit down on her nipple again. He heard her pleas, and felt her pussy clamp down upon his fingers. He stood up, looking down at his beautiful sister in front of him, partially undressed. He grasped her by the hips, and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her slit. He moaned as he entered her, his purple mushroom tipped cock pushing against the lovely orchid folds of her wet wanting slit.

"Keiko..." he slowly moaned, as his penis was engulfed by her hot slick pussy. He began to pump... thrust... fuck... the cream within his balls rising, the desire within welling... "Cum with me, Keiko... Oh, god, come with me..."

 

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His cock was within her once more, and as soon as it was, their bodies thruster into each other with untamed desire. Keiko was craving more and more of her brother's touch. She held onto him tightly, her body shaking from the pleasure building. As soon as Takumi told her to cum with him, her tight pussy clamped onto his rod and she was pushed over the edge. Thankfully no one else was in the shop, so no one heard Keiko crying out as her orgasm took over.

 

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Takumi couldn't control himself anymore. He could feel the base of his cock contract, his balls emptying off his own salty sweet cream into her hot shivering quim. He kissed again, sucking her tongue into his mouth, as he moaned deeply through her lips. Their hips ground together, their rhythms matching as they came together. He could feel her shivering and tightening around his penis, as her own body quaked within his arms. His cock was fucking her, pressing deeply into her womb as he pumped his come into her, spasms of hot sweet ooze into her shivering orchid lips. "Keiko..." he moaned, his hot breath touching hers, as he collapsed onto her body on the table.

"I love you, my sister," he said. "I love you."