Malpractice Chapter 5: Deception and Corruption

Hello everyone! Dadachum is back! This chapter was taken down several months ago and I was banned and unable to even access the site from my IP addres. Now, however, I have returned and am more than anxious to continue these stories if there is still an interest in them!

Because I am no longer able to access my old account all coming stories will be added on this one. If you want to read my old stories, i.e. Malpractice chapter 1-4 you can still find them on Dadachum’s page. All coming stories, however, will be found on Neodadachum. But rest assured, I am still the same person. If the old account is for some reason removed alltogether, I will repost the old chapters on this account. Glad to be back!

PS. Because I’ve learned my lesson, Hannah will from this point onward be 18 years of age.


Chapter Five
Deception and Corruption


There was a strange air in the kitchen when we all had dinner together Thursday night. Jordan and I had been having sex almost every day for the past week, and on the days we hadn’t, I had at least gotten a blowjob. That’s not to mention the visits Denise had paid me. But even though things were better than ever between me and Jordan, my even younger sister Hannah was pouting and in a visibly bad mood. Our mom noticed but when she asked what was wrong Hanna had refused to answer.

Hannah looked much like a younger version of mom; they both had blond hair, eyebrows that were much darker, and suggestive little mouths which upper lips were always just a little bit open. They both often looked as if they were staring into empty space, as they both drifted off into their own thoughts from time to time. Unlike Hannah, who had a curvy dancer’s body, with impressive hips and breasts that were about to take off sometime soon – my mom had already peaked, her breasts were steady C-cups – actually a bit smaller than Jordan’s – and her figure was fit but not overly so. She looked great for a woman in her late thirties – she’d only been 18 when she’d given birth to me.

I started to wonder…

Hannah sighed, playing around with her rice, not even having touched the chicken on her plate.

“Jeez, what’s wrong?” Jordan said, more than a little fed up with our younger sister.
“It’s nothing.”
“Well, you’ve been acting all sour this whole week. Something’s up, but you won’t tell us.”
“Now now.” Mom interrupted. “If Hannah doesn’t want to share with us, that’s fine. Just know, sweetie, that if you need anything we’re all here for you.”
“I know, Mom. There’s just nothing you can do…”
“So there IS something.” I stated, finishing my plate.
“Yeah…”
“I knew it.” Jordan said triumphantly, but stopped when she saw Hannah’s face. “Hey, Hannah. You can tell us, okay? It’ll be good to get it off your chest.”

Hannah hesitated.

I had been practicing my powers at least once a day, doing small stuff, just keep the headaches away.

It’s okay. You can tell us

“It’s… It’s Troy.”
“Your boyfriend?” Mom asked, in a way that felt a bit feigning.
“He’s not, or maybe… I don’t know what he is. But he’s been so mad all week. When we’re together he’s in such a bad mood because he’s started peeing his pants.”

The pain on Jordan’s face as she tried not to burst out laughing was a sight to behold. I felt a little bad, knowing I had been the one who made Troy incontinent. But then, it served him right. He was a douche, and dating my younger old sister only made him worse.

“Oh, I see.” Mom said in lack of anything better to say.
“I’m sure it will pass eventually.” I assured her.
“Yeah. I hope.”

…

“So you don’t have work tomorrow?” Jordan asked, as we went into her room to watch the movie I had gotten her at the thrift shop last weekend. Having sex with my sister had actually made me enjoy her company more, even when it was strictly platonic.
“No, Fridays are always a bit on and off. Sometimes I go in sometimes I-”

I was interrupted by a pair of arms that caught me, and two lips that pounced at my mouth. Jordan let out a feminine sigh as we kissed. Then she let go of me.

“Sorry.” she laughed. “It’s hard sitting next to you for very long and not kissing you or doing, you know, something else.”
“Are we watching the movie or not?”
“Oh, I love this movie. Do not think for a minute we’re not watching this movie. I love you for getting this movie. Have I mentioned I really like this movie?” she said, holding the DVD in her hands. The cover was a yellow tinted image of a man wearing a worn black robe and holding a sword. The title was Kiru! Kill!.
“But…” I said, closing the door, and grabbing my sister by the hips. “That doesn’t mean we can’t get cozy during, right?”
“Oh, I don’t know, bro. You think you can compete with this?” she pointed to the man on the cover. “I had my first orgasm masturbating to this man, you know.”
“Is that a fact?”
“His eyes are really sensual. Like his soul’s flowing out of them.”
“You’re starting to make me jealous.”
“Don’t be. He’s an old man these days, and you have everything to get me going, right,” she carefully stroked my crotch, biting her lip. “Here.”
“Let’s watch the movie before we forget.”

The movie was good. It wasn’t all as stoic and stiff as I had thought old samurai movies usually were. After a while I didn’t even care that it was black and white. Though, I’ll admit, I had a hard time remembering everyone’s names.

Jordan and I were hunkering under the sheets in her bed. From time to time I’d massage her sizable breasts and every now and again she’d affectionately rub my dick through my pants. I was surprised to notice she’d always start jerking me during the action sequences. During a battle between the groups of ronin and the soldiers in the mountains, she stuck her hand down my pants and jacked me off until I was on the verge of cumming, all the while she lovingly kissed my neck.

“Are you getting off on this?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
“That’s little kinky, don’t you think?”
“You’re one to talk. Not only are you having an affair with your sister, you literally have a sex slave.”
“It was Denise’s idea.”
“I’m sure, bro. I understand her. You’re downright unbelievable in bed.”
“I’m not lying when I say you’re pretty darn incredible, too.”
“You think it’s better because we’re related?”
“I don’t know. The taboo of it all certainly makes it more exciting.”
“You ever think about pulling Hannah into all of this?”
“Wow. Jordan, easy. She’s just a kid.”
“She’s of legal age. And any previous statement saying she isn’t is non-canon and should be ignored, unless the moderators ban the author for another three months or whatever.”
“… What?”
“I meant she’s just turned 18, so until I turn 19 we’re actually the same age. And she’s had sex before. She told me Troy took her virginity a month ago.”
“He did what?”
“Just don’t get any ideas of stealing her away from him.”
“If anyone’s having ideas like that, it’s you.”
“But have you thought about it?”

What was this? Did she want me to have sex with Hannah? Why not just turn my whole family into a harem? I shivered when I felt exited at the idea.

“Well, yeah. I’ve thought about it.