Pokemon Sex – Chapter 1 – May and Max

[bAgain, I am not a very good writer, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK][/b]




“AAAAAAH!” she screamed, “GET OUT OF HERE!!!” A boy in a green shirt and thick glasses ran away from her yelling and covering his eyes. The reason for his disgust was evident; lying on the ground, with a young man lying on top of her and forcing his cock into her pussy, was his sister May. “Oh Ash,” she’d been moaning, “oh more, please. Deeper!” Then she’d seen him, Max, staring in disgust and bewilderment at the tangled two-some. Every word cut into him like a razor. His sweet, idiotic sister was actually having sex with the boy he’d thought was his best friend!


Max found a small break in the trees and sat on a stump with his face in his lap. A thousand different emotions were running through him at once. Betrayal, anger, hatred, fear, sadness, grief, and… yes, it was there… lust. He shook his head. Surely he couldn’t seriously be turned on by his own sister…

May scrambled quickly up, leaving Ash to tumble to the ground. “WHAT TH-“ He shouted, and then he realized that she was crying. “What’s wrong May?” he asked. She turned toward him.

“Didn’t you see what just happened!?” She shouted. Ash shook his head, completely confused. “Max just saw us fucking!” Ash’s jaw dropped. “WHAT!?” He shouted. “Oh no. This is bad. This is really, really bad! Maybe if I talk…” May cut across him. “No,” she said, “I’d better do it. He’s my brother. He has to forgive me. You, on the other hand, he may not forgive so easily.” Ash hesitated, and then nodded reluctantly.

May quickly got on her clothes and ran off into the forest, leaving Ash by himself to panic quietly. She wandered through the trees, and finally she saw him; sitting alone on a branch. He looked just like he always had, since they were little kids; mopey and confused. Of course, and she would never admit this to him, he was far smarter than she was, or at least more knowledgeable about Pokemon. But she was more devious, and May was sure that she could talk her brother into forgiving them.

She went over and sat down quietly next to him. He sat up quickly when he heard someone sit down. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” He shouted incoherently. May pulled him into a hug. Try as he might to escape her grip, it was stronger than his, and finally he gave in and let her hug him.

“Max,” she muttered, “oh Max.” He grumbled. “It’s all going to be alright. I’m older than you, so there are things which I can do which you just can’t. You need to understand that it is my choice if I want to have sex… Oh Max, grow up!” Max had exclaimed angrily. She patted his head. “One day you’ll understand Max. You’ll have the same urge. Though,” she said quietly, “I believe you already do.” He finally managed to extricate himself.

“WHAT!?” He yelled, “I DO NOT!” May giggled and pulled him in again, laying his head against her breasts.

“Oh no?” She said. “Then why did you take that picture of Misty from Ash’s backpack?” Max blushed, and May continued. “And why do I sometimes catch you staring at my ass?” Max forced her grip off of himself again and glared at her. “I d-do not!” He stammered. May giggled again. “What’s wrong Max? Ashamed that you find your sister’s ass beautiful?” Max looked down in defeat. She rubbed his head.

“It’s alright, Max. It’s alright to think I’m hot.” She stared down at him. “In fact, I think you’re pretty cute too.” He looked up in surprise. “Oh yeah. I have sometimes imagined… well, let’s just say that my mind is just as dirty as yours.” She hesitated. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s get it all out in the open.” She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I think you are cute. And I have sometimes masturbated thinking about you. I like to imagine you fucking me at night sometimes. And you know what? When I was fucking Ash, I was imagining you.”

Max stared at her in shock and embarrassment. He looked down and mumbled something. “Oh come on.” May said, “I shared my feelings with you. Now you share yours with me.” Max looked up at her and nodded. “Okay,” he said. “I think you are amazingly hot. I do stare at you. And yes, I jack off thinking about you. I know it’s not right, but… I do. And when I cum thinking about you, it is so intense… Lord, I just love your body. Your… but, you face… but especially, your boobs. Oh my god, I just want to stick my face in your chest and lick, and nibble on your nipples, and…” He looked down, and the image on his face was one of humiliation at his outburst, and aggravation that he had let out so much of his inner thoughts.