Incubus 5 Rei Edogawa
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The weeks after my arrival in Hawaii passed by somewhat rapidly. My new body took some getting used to. Every morning more minute changes took place. My hair was down to my shoulder blades. My nose had become less bulbous. My balls were now as large as golf balls and my cock became thicker, longer, and surprisingly, uncircumcised. I also shot up in height from 5'8" to 6'2".
Finally the changes stopped and I was able to get used to myself. I was surprised by how sensitive my body was. The least stimuli popped a boner that I would inevitably jack off. It did nothing to help.
Chad came by to help me surf, which I took to like it was nothing. I started surfing every afternoon having the time of my life. Chad didn't remember the night we spent together. Dad erased his memories, but he was more confident of himself now. Like some of Dad was left behind, when he did whatever he did.
I asked Dad if what we did was rape, and he said no. What he did was increase Chad's desires to the point that he wanted me. He had to have some attraction for me for it to have worked in the first place. Besides rape was taboo for us incubi. Nowadays I wouldn't need to persuade him like that. He would want me as is.
I wasn't mad at Dad anymore. I understood why he manipulated us, especially after I saw him heal an elderly gentleman on the street. Dad said he was suffering from a tumor, pressing on his heart. Dad got rid of it.
Dad was not as shy around the house anymore. Several times I walked in in him and whoever he was with in the middle of sex. Dad just grinned and fucked harder. I just smiled and left, then ran to my house and jacked off my boner.
I was really horny then. I could survive without sex, but the desire was still there and it was magnified each day I didn't have sex. Dad said that I could relieve the pressure by creating proxies, who would give me energy, but not give me release. The desire would still be there.
I came home from surfing one day to find the pool boy, Gavin, cleaning the pool. He wore these super short shorts and a y-back tank top. The sight of so much skin pushed me too far, especially when he bent over and I saw his rounded ass.
Dad had taught me how to connect mind to mind with him in case of an emergency. I contacted him and told him what I was about to do. I could hear the joy in his voice as he talked to me.
What you need to do, is reach inside him with your mind. Then find his sexual desires and pull them to the surface. Then just have him focus on you and the rest will follow. Just remember, your hole will be open from the first stimuli, his won't.
I did as he said and reached into his mind. He was horny already. His boyfriend had broken up with him last week and he hadn't had any form of sex since then.
His body was screaming for it and he was suppressing it. When he turned to face me, I felt his lust skyrocket. I was only wearing a wife beater and some cargos. I slowly reached down and pulled my shirt off. I saw him swallow hard as he stared at my chest. I walked toward him slowly, giving him a sexy grin. Inside his head I was gently steering him in the right direction.
I sent his imagination into overdrive. He was thinking about kissing me, sucking me off, and then banging the fuck out of me. At first he didn't think it was possible, then with small changes in my body language, and a few nudges from me and he dropped his cleaning supplies and was kissing me full on the mouth.
He tasted of sweat and sunlight. His skin was tanned and hot from being outside. Breaking the kiss, I grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him inside the house. Once inside, I ripped his shirt off. Just grabbed the front and split it in two. He didn't mind in the least. I started kissing him on the neck and left a hickey or two on his collarbone. He moaned in pleasure as my mouth found his nipple and attacked it.
While my mouth was busy on his breast, my hands were wandering down his body. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them off before pushing him down onto the couch. He wore a thong under his shorts, nothing more. I pulled my cargos off, revealing the jock strap I was wearing. Quickly the Gavin buried his face in my crotch, chewing my dick through the material, his hands finding their way to my hole and inserting a digit.
My ass easily opened up, ready to be fucked. Realizing this, he stopped chewing my dick and sat on the couch, moving the front of his thong to reveal his very hard cock. Grinning, I straddled him and impaled myself on his fuck stick.
It easily popped inside me, going straight to the hilt, hitting that wonderful spot inside me. Giving a moan of pleasure, I began to bounce up and down on his cock. Each bounce brought more joy to me and louder cries of pleasure. My cock was leaking precum all over the place, soaking my jockstrap through.
I ground my pelvis against his, and he groaned loud and hard. He flipped us over and lifted my lower half into the air. He then began to thrust into me, spreading my legs and pressing down as hard as he could. His thrusts into me grew erratic as he sped up and slowed down to prolong our pleasure.
I tightened down my anal muscles around his cock, which brought him to a sudden halt. He gave a loud gasp, and began to thrust into me fast and hard. He began to scream, "Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, OHHHHH--- FUCK!"
He came inside me, each shot hit me with a jolt of electricity. I felt the power build and build and spill over as I came in my jock. The sensation of it all was so much more powerful than it had been when I was normal. He slowed down his thrusting, prolonging the orgasm as long as possible. Finally he pulled out and collapsed next to me on the couch, breathing hard.
"Oh God, I needed that," he whispered. He then took a good look at me and began to freak out. "OH MY GOD! I JUST HAD SEX WITH A TEENAGER!"
He began to ramble, "Oh god, I am going to jail. They will lock me up and I will spend the next two decades as Bubba's bitch boy. Oh god help me."
I stopped him then. I grabbed his arms and forced him to look at me. "Don't worry," I said. "You won't go to jail. In fact, since this is a problem for you and you don't seem to be handling it well, I'm going to make it less of a problem. I hope that even if you don't remember this, that whatever it was that you got from it, whether pleasure or release or just knowing that someone accepts you, I hope you keep it."
I kissed him then. I felt the memories fade away. He got dressed in a daze and went back to work. I went upstairs and took a shower. I still felt the effects of our lovemaking. I realized, standing in the water raining down from my shower, that sex wasn't the worst thing in the world. I didn't mind having it. I just didn't like having to erase the experience from other's minds.
I climbed out of the shower in time to see the pool boy pack his stuff up and leave. Just before he climbed into the truck, he turned to look at the house. I know he saw me, because he smiled and waved at me. I smiled and waved back, but I felt bad about what I did.
Dad found me in the house later. I was still brooding over what I had done. I told my Dad that it felt as if I raped him. I had raped him and took his memories. Dad said no. When I got feelings of strong lust and desire for someone, then it wasn't me who wanted to have sex with another person. I was being told that this needed to happen. It was one of our responsibilities.
Even though I took his memories, remnants of the sex would remain with him for years to come. In some corner of his mind, when he felt unloved, or unworthy, a vague memory of making love with a man who wanted him for himself, not anything else, would keep him going. Also, he would have missed out on something wonderful if it hadn't have happened, and I wasn't talking about the sex.
His boyfriend was going to ask him to come back to him. Before, Gavin would have gone back with him in an instant, and would have been subjected to another miserable relationship. Meanwhile, in a few weeks he would have missed meeting someone that, if he had been willing to put in the work, could have been a life partner for him. It was up to him now.
I felt better after that. I was able to stop moping and concentrate on what was important. This conversation with my father became an important turning point for me. I wasn't afraid anymore of myself. I embraced myself to the fullest.
In the coming weeks I would have sex again with many people. Each one I erased afterwards because I was still a teenager and it would have been wrong for them to carry that guilt. The real me was coming out as each lover I took revealed the sex demon that lied in wait, beneath the surface, in the shadows, and I loved being the new me.
End of Chapter 5
So this is the end of the beginning. Dick has grown a little and realizes that sex can give us so much more in life. The plot will begin to unfold in the next few chapters. As always, I look forward to seeing what you think. Please email me your comments and questions to reiedogawa@yahoo.com.