Lust Sin: Episode One
by Scott "Silvergunner" Fowler for Frazzlebot

It was a dull tuesday, and I was sat back in my uncomfortable seat. Below me the whole floor rumbled with a clattering noise of metal on metal. Sighing, I wished there was another way to get to North City that wasn't a rough ride on a crumbling train. But been ineligible to drive a car due to my age meant I really didn't have much choice.
Looking around the carriage I saw my fellow travellers crammed into thin seats. Many were up at to them was an unearthly hour, which was reflected in the half-filled coffee cups they were holding. Others were looking just as uncomfortable as me.
Sighing, I got up out of my seat and wandered along the gangway of the train carriage. Glancing out a window, I thought to myself of why I was making this journey in the first place.
A few weeks ago I had made the same journey north from my family home. I was rather fond of Art, and my little sister had gotten me into visiting art galleries with her. Although my understanding of Art was still lacking, I enjoyed the exhibits and was hoping to increase my understanding with every visit I made to a gallery. And notably, this trip was to one of the big ones - the MAD (Modern And Derivative) Gallery.
As soon as I had reached the station that time, I had gotten a soft drink from one of the nearby shops, and left for the pedestrian bridge over the North City River. Wandering down the dockside, I looked over at the glass and steel structure of the MAD Gallery. It was an Art Piece in itself, both in its outside shape and inside decor. Soon I was inside, made my way past the gift shop and cafe, and hit the "1F" button in the elevator.
Walking through the first gallery, I Examined the exhibition on display. The art I saw was not like the common idea of art many people think of. Although there were depictions, they did not focus on attention to detail. They were abstract both in the materials used and the end result itself.
I paused as I looked at a piece which caught my eye. It was a variant of the famous "Birth of Venus" picture. Only as I looked at it, the figures looked different - they had been distorted into basic shapes, and the picture was simply in shades of a single colour. I pondered what the artist was thinking when he made this piece until my thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a person standing next to me.
"Its quite something" came a voice from next to me. I turned to my left side to glance at the source of the voice. It was a guy the same age as me, wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans, the same as my dress code that day. Only instead of a hefty crimson trenchcoat covering my back, he had a backpack on. In form he was different as well - he was slightly shorter and had slightly tanned skin compared to my deathly pale complexion. His dark green hair was accompanied by some odd things sticking out of his head that looked rather like horns
"I guess so" I replied. "Does it has a reason behind the crudeness?" I thought aloud.
"Maybe its demonstrating how simplistic the idea of religion is, considering how it replicates a mythological scene" he replied.
"Or perhaps its showing how the differences between gender are minimal, as only the major differences are illustrated in this piece" I suggested.
The man smiled. "Art like this we can discuss all day" he replied. He looked at me with curiosity. "You seem like a clever guy" he complimented. "Should we explore the galleries together?" he asked me.
"That would be fantastic" I replied.
We spent the next two hours wandering around the vast building, talking both about the art around us, and about ourselves. The man introduced himself as Jack "Figlet" Hudson, and that he was a local resident and student at a college in the city. I explained I was visiting for the day, and a few more details about my education and what I did in my spare time.
Rather than eat a sandwich for lunch, the two of us ended up going to a nearby Coffee Emporium and continued talking. By the time we had finished and it was time for me to continue my day in North City, we had swopped phone numbers. We parted in person, but our friendship had solidified. I spent the rest of the day exploring a nearby park and doing a little bit of shopping.
What I didn't mention to him was the unmentionable activities I got involved in while in company of very close friends. I thought at the time it would be completely irrelevant and would freak him out. My conclusions would turn out to be premature.
The thoughts of the past left me as the train screeched to a halt. I looked out the windows and saw to my relief that the ride from hell was finally over. I quickly jumped out one the doors within the ten seconds they were open for. Like my previous visit, I wandered over to a shop and bought a cold drink. Only this time instead of heading to the Gallery, I was off to the suburbs of the city.
A brief bus ride later, I had reached the outskirts of the suburban area where Jack lived. A few minutes of walking around and I found his house. Glancing at my Cellphone, I noted it was about the correct time he had invited me to his home for. I wandered towards the door through a small yet elegant garden filled with flowers, and knocked twice on the front door.
After a few seconds, a clunk was heard as the lock was undone, and the door swung inwards. I had expected Jack to be there to greet me, but instead there was a short, little girl standing in front of me. She had the same complexion and hair colour as Jack, and shared the odd horns that adorned their heads. She was wearing a loose blue dress.
"Hello Mister" she said to me a little nervously. "Who are you?" she added. I wasn't sure if she was nervous of strangers or my appearance was scaring her slightly.
I smiled at her to try and relieve her nerves. "My name is Nathan Graves and I'm here to see Jack" I said to her.
"Big Brother is out at the moment" she told me. "He had to leave urgently for an appointment" she added.
"Maybe I should come back later then" I said to her, sighing.
"No, please come in" the girl replied. "He shouldn't be too long" she added. She leaned to the side to give way and smiled at me. I nodded and followed her inside the house.
"So I assume you are Molly" I said to the girl, as she led me into the kitchen. It was a medium sized room, decorated in a modern style, painted in warm colours, and had various appliances scattered on workspaces around the edges.
"I am" she smiled. She pulled a chair out from the table and gestured at me to sit down. "Did Big Brother tell you about me?" she asked him.
"Indeed he did" I replied, sitting down on the chair. "And he was truthful about how pretty you are" I added gazing at her face.
She blushed. "Thank you!" she said to me. Opening a cupboard, she dug out various jars filled with powders. "Would you a like a mug of Hot Chocolate?" she asked me.
"That would be wonderful" I said.
Molly clicked the kettle on, and as it boiled fetched two mugs from a stack next to the sink. She poured powder from a jar which read "Hot Chocolate" into the mugs. As she put it back, I gazed at her body, revealed by the tightness of the dress she was wearing. No-one in their right mind could deny that she was completely and utterly beautiful. Her face was near angelic and her body had a slight tubbiness to it, with her medium-size frame complimented by her tummy and butt cheeks.
I felt attracted to her. But I relented my feelings - she could't be more than ten, and it would be wrong to feel attraction, and maybe even love, for such a young girl. Yet the thoughts of us together was overcoming me.
She left the mugs on the side and sat down next to me. She smiled "So Nathan, what do you do?" she asked me, disturbing my thoughts.
"I'm a student" I replied to her. "And other than that, I don't do very much"
"Big Brother says you have quite the interest in Art" she said.
"I do" I replied. "Its surprising what you can experience just by looking at a painting or sculpture." I gazed into her eyes. "So what do you do?" I asked her.
"Oh, i'm still at school" she smiled. "And I like to paint in my spare time, just like big brother" she added.
"I bet you both do some great pieces" I replied, smiling. "I used to draw, but i'm hardly good at it, so I gave up."
"You just need to keep going!" Molly grinned at me. "Do you have another creative outlet then?" she asked me.
"Not really" I replied. It was a lie - I really didn't feel it was a good idea mentioning how I wrote diaries about my daily adventures. I felt it would make me appear bigheaded, as well as rather boring. Even though I only wrote about the exciting and enjoyable bits.
However, Molly was staring at me. I sighed, and decided to explain. "I like to write stories" I replied. "Romance ones in particular" I added.
She giggled. "With lots of kissing and cuddles involved i'm guessing" she replied. "And maybe a little sex included" she added, blushing.
"I think you're a little young to be speaking about those sort of things" I said to her, a little shocked that she knew about sex at her age.
"I bet you still include it" she giggled. "What exactly do they do in your stories?" she asked me.
The kettle clicked as it finished boiling, and Molly jumped up, negating the need to answer the awkward question. She poured hot water into the mugs carefully and as a finale she sprinkled a little powder into the mugs from a jar I couldn't see the label of. She brought both mugs over to the kitchen table and set them down. Sitting down, she grabbed her cup and looked over at me, smiling. "I put something extra in for us" she said.
"What would that be?" I asked her, and sniffed the drink. Alongside the delicious smell of creamy chocolate came a hint of spice to it.
"Cinnamon" she smiled. "It always makes hot chocolate taste nicer to me" she said.
I smiled and took a sip. "Delicious" I commented, before drinking some more of the sweet, warm liquid. However, something was odd about the drink. "Are you sure its cinnamon?" I asked her.
"What do you mean?" Molly asked me.
"It tastes more like Nutmeg" I said to her. "Did you mix up the spices?"
"No, I don't think so" she replied. "If I did I would have... known..."
Molly's face blushed and she quickly moved both hands to her crotch. She had a look on her face as if she was straining as she pushed her hands down harder.
"Is something wrong?" I asked her, and moved over slightly.
"Please, don't come near..." she gasped in panic. "...don't look at my..."
"At your what?" I asked her. She moved her hand up to make a gesture for me to stop, and then I saw what she was trying to hide.
Molly blushed as I saw a bulge in her dress. "What's this?" I asked her. My hand reached over and grabbed the hem of her skirt. Flipping it up, I gasped in shock. Poking out of her frilly white panties was a steadily hardening penis.
"I..." Molly started.
"Why have you got a penis, Molly?" I blurted, taken aback. This was a complete shock to me - I never knew a single female who had this form of male anatomy. Did that mean... "I thought you were a girl" I thought aloud with a stutter.
"Please... don't jump to conclusions" she replied. "It isn't normally like this. Usually i'm a normal little girl" she said.
"Then how come you have a cock now?" I asked her.
"Nutmeg allergy" she sighed. "Mom has the same. Nutmeg gives a surge of hormones which makes our clitoris grow and become a penis."
"Is it... functional?" I asked, blushing.
"Yea, it spurts white goo when Mum licks it for me and makes me feel good" Molly said.
"Wait. Your mom gives you blowjobs?" I blurted out. "Why does she do that?"
"Well, when it makes me feel good, it goes away" Molly explained. "If mom was here now, she'd do it for me"
Gazing at her cock, a thought came across me. The attraction I had to her intermingled with the thoughts of her getting sexual attention. I looked up at her. "Would you like me to help you with this?" I asked her.
"Are you sure?" she asked me. "You'd really make me feel good?" she asked me.
"Definitely" I replied. "We should get prepared first" I said, tugging at my T-Shirt to give her a silent suggestion that we had to get undressed.
Molly nodded, and reached around her back to undo the buttons of her dress. "Let me help" I said to her. She turned around, and I placed my hands on the buttons. Undoing them one at a time, her dress eventually came loose. I pulled it over her head for her, revealing her bare back.
Unable to stop myself, I ran my hands down her back. She squeaked as she felt my hands caress her back, before sliding down and fondling her soft butt. I placed fingers in the sides of her panties and pulled them down for her, with her stepping through them in order to help get them off her body. She then turned around and I saw her whole body. Her chest had only the slightest evidence of growing breasts, with puffy nipples sticking out. Her body was slim down to a slightly chubby tummy, before terminating with the now-erect penis jutting out between her soft thighs.
Smiling, it was my turn. I pulled my T-Shirt over my head, revealing my chest and abdomen. Like Molly's, my tummy was also slightly tubby. Undoing my trousers I slid them down my legs, before pulling down my briefs as well. My cock came into view, semi-erect due to the horniness surging through my system. We blushed and giggled as we saw each other's naked bodies.
"Are you sure you are okay doing this?" Molly asked me, looking a little nervous. "I thought only girls are allowed to do these things to their boyfriends..." she blushed.
"Of course i'm fine doing this" I replied. Smiling, I kneeled down and stared at her cock. It was of average length, about 5 inches, and was standing to attention in front of me. "You do realize boys can do this thing to other boys as well"
"But I thought... I thought you were straight, the way you were staring at me when I was normal..." she said.
"Who cares about sexual acts been linked to orientation?" I asked her. "When you feel attraction towards someone, it doesn't matter what you do, so long it makes both of you very happy." I suddenly blushed as I realized what I had said.
"You're attracted... to me?" Molly gasped.
"Yes I am" I replied. "And I want to make you happy" I added, a sly smile on my face.
Before Molly could reply, I had reached over and placed my right hand on her cock. I ran my fingers along her length, feeling her smooth, hot skin, terminating with the delicate head of her cock. I smiled and began to rub it for her with my hand. She gasped slightly as she felt the stimulation of her cock been fondled by me.
I moved closer and as if by instinct, ran my tongue over her length, before hitting the head of her cock. I began to lick at it, making her moan with pleasure, and salty pre-cum leaked out at it. Now knowing she was enjoying this, I opted to escalate the situation and took her cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it in my mouth, before sucking on it. As Molly moaned louder, I felt my own cock getting hard from the hormones surging through my body, triggered by the thought of sexual interaction with this beautiful girl in front of me.
Molly suddenly yelled out and her cock trembled, as her orgasm hit. Her cum rushed out of her cock and filled my mouth. I pulled away suddenly to prevent been choked by it, and her cock left my mouth with a small pop. However, cum continued to spray out of her cock, utterly covering the kitchen floor, with a little hitting my face and staining it paler than usual.
She gasped as she recovered from her orgasm, and looked down at me. I gulped down the cum in my mouth then stood up in front of her. I kissed her on the lips, and a little of her cum leaked into her mouth.
"You made such a mess" I giggled at her.
"Let me help" she giggled back. I gazed in surprise as she hungrily licked her own cum off my face. After doing this, we moved away. "It tastes better than the hot chocolate" she giggled.
Suddenly the reality of the situation hit me - I had given a blowjob to a 10-year-old girl who had a penis. And I loved every minute of it. I was shocked both of the situation and how much fun it was.
Molly looked down at her penis, and noticed it was still partially erect. "Thats odd" she thought aloud. "Usually after an orgasm like that, I go back to normal. Its almost as if something is affecting it"
"Could be be you are still horny right now, and you need to have more sex?" I asked her, getting the last of her cum off my face by use of a cotton tablecloth taken from the table we had been sitting at. That question came to me because I noticed the pattern of how she had become harder when I fondled her. Could I be attracted to Molly, and her attracted to me?
"It could be..." Molly said. "But if that didn't work, what will?" she asked.
An obscene thought entered my mind. I had noticed before that Molly's bum was chubby yet still incredibly attractive. I felt I shouldn't feel this way towards a 10-year-old girl... was it a good idea to do what I was thinking? The guilt of Amy and Marie still echoed within me... but lust was eroding those doubts from my soul. I grinned as I decided that morality was for the weak.
"How about we try something else?" I asked her. "It may be enough to fix the problem" I added.
"What do you suggest?" she asked me.
"I fuck you up the ass" I said to her, blushing a little as I realized how blatantly obscene I had made it sound.
"Up my backside?" Molly asked, blushing as well. "Well, if you've sure..." she said, and turned around. "When you're ready" she added.
I looked down and saw that my erection was incredibly hard, having been turned on by the act of licking Molly's cock. Gazing at her tight behind, I knew that it would be difficult to enter her rear without some Lubrication. Dipping some fingers in the cum on the floor, I rubbed Molly's tailhole with it. She gasped as she felt her butt been penetrated partially by my finger, lubricating her insides. When I felt there was enough, I placed my cock against her entrance. "Ready?" I asked her. She nodded. Smiling, I thrusted forward and the head of my cock slid into her bum.
Molly gasped as she felt her bum been stretched by my cock. "It feels weird Nathan" she said to me. As it slid through, it parted the tight walls of her anus. I growled and pulled out slightly, and pushed forward again, parting her walls more. Molly began to moan as I thrusted in and out of her backside, going deeper with every thrust. "It feels nice..." she gasped out between moans. The feeling was utterly incredible, my entire seven inch length eventually pushing into her butt. As I did this, I moved a hand beneath her and fondled her balls.
As her moans grew even louder, I knew she was close. I sped up to the point where Molly was getting slammed against the kitchen table by my thrusts. The roughness triggered her, and she let out a scream as she orgasmed, pleasure filling her. Her cock sprayed even more cum over the kitchen floor, and her anus tightened around my cock. I tried to hold on, but it was too much for me. I roared as my orgasm came, pleasure surging down my spine. I gasped as my cock pumped my seed deep into her butt.
As our orgasms faded, I pulled out of her butt as our afterglow hit us. My cock was covered in my own cum, and more of my juice ran out of her now open backside onto the floor, mixing with hers. We laid down on the floor against one of the cupboards, and hugged while still panting for breath.
I looked down at her groin and saw to my surprise her cock had gone, replaced with her slim, hairless labia. "Looks... like... it worked"" I gasped out while still feeling my afterglow.
Molly looked down. "You're right" she replied, smiling. She then looked at my cock, covered in boy juice. "Thank you..." she gasped, and leaned down towards it. She licked away the cum greedily, continuing to clean the last of it off my thighs. "I can't believe I had that all the way up my bum..." she added, gazing at my cock. She then leaned back up as our afterglow faded.
"I love you Molly" I said to the girl and kissed her on the lips as we sat on the kitchen floor together.
"I love you too Na..." Molly began to say, but stopped when she heard the bang of the kitchen door. We looked up and saw to our shock who had walked in.
"What the hell are you doing with my sister, Nathan?" Jack roared at us with anger in his voice. "I can't leave you alone for 20 minutes, can I Molly?" he yelled at his little sister.
We thought at that point we were doomed.

- The End -