Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Director's Cut 
By Silvergunner for Frazzlebot

Music is a wondrous thing. An art form that cannot be seen or felt, yet feeds our emotions like no other materialistic arts. Those who can play music can harness such power, which can change the world with its beautiful sounds. Its immaterial properties act like pure magic when played. Not only can it change the world, but it can even change oneself. The path musicians choose is one of unexpected events, and one such Musician learned of both his path and true understanding of himself. As such, the Friday before the big concert was a day of change for both him and his younger sister.
It was that Friday afternoon that Bar chords played off-tune from an Electric Guitar echoed around the house. The pattern of a few chords played cleanly followed by a bum note or two was evidence that Figlet was slowly learning a new song. Well, trying to at least.
In his bedroom, the boy himself growled in frustration. Brushing the hair out of his face he studied the song tablature once again. He had no idea where Derek got the idea for it from, but it certainly wasn't the simplest song to play. In fact, it was damn near impossible...
Grasping his guitar tightly, he tried once again to play through the song. He managed to finish the intro before messing up on the first verse again. Angrily, he took the guitar off his shoulders and flung it onto the bed. He was stressed and could not focus at all. Trying to take his mind off the pressure, his eyes fell on a small rucksack he used for carrying his books around. Remembering what was in it, he unzipped it, anticipating a small bag that Derek had given him “as a playability aid”.
It was gone.
Figlet began to panic. He knew the contents of the bag and knew that he would be in serious trouble unless he recovered it soon. If his mother or sister found it before him, his life would be over in a matter of seconds. And that was the positive scenario. If anyone else found it, he could be relocated to...
A knock at the door disrupted his panic attack suddenly. “E...enter” he stuttered, in fear of what could await him beyond that door, convincing himself it was something so bad death would have been a better option. However, all his fear left and his composure returned when he saw his little sister Molly entering the room, carrying something in her hand.
“Hello big brother!” Molly smiled. She closed the door behind her and walked closer to her big brother, who was still sitting shaking slightly on his chair at the desk. “You dropped this in my room” she said, and held out the object in her hand. It was the bag missing from his rucksack.
A wave of relief spread over Figlet. “Thank you Molly!” he exclaimed gracefully, before taking the bag and replacing it by hugging her. He spread his hands on her shoulders and moved them down, along her petite, 10-year-old frame. Her chest was flat and smooth, puberty still to come in her growth cycle. She squeaked a little as his thumbs made contact with her nipples and rubbed them momentarily. He then ran his hands down towards her slim hips, before fondling her chubby butt. Molly giggled – she loved it when her brother hugged her in this way.
They broke their hug and smiled at each other. He was about to say something when Molly cut in with a question. “What is in that bag, big brother?” she asked. “I saw some weird things in there...”
Figlet groaned. He knew that the game was up, and he’d have to explain it all to Molly. “Derek gave me these things” he explained, and pulled the items out of the bag. “A lighter, two joints, and a magazine” he explained, pointing to each one. “Derek claims they will help me relax somewhat.”
“What’s a joint?” Molly asked.
Figlet grimaced. “I think it’s supposed to be a cannabis cigarette” he said, holding up one. “You’re supposed to smoke it like one... apparently” he added.
“You mean those yucky things which the nasty, smelly girls at school smoke?” she asked.
“Apparently no” replied Figlet. “They don’t have any side effects such as smell, lung problems or addiction according to Derek, but he is a bit of a bullshit artist”. He examined it closely. “Well, no harm in trying, I guess...” he thought aloud.
Forgetting that Molly was there, Figlet grasped one of the joints with his fingers, then raised it to his mouth. Using the lighter, he set aflame the side not touching his mouth and it began to burn with a funny smell. He then put the closer end to his lips, and inhaled the warm vapour before moving it away from his lips and exhaling, just like Derek had shown him how to.
Suddenly things began to change for Figlet. He began to feel more relaxed and comfortable, as well as a bit drowsy. He became scared, but didn't act on it as it felt too good. “Molly... this rocks...” he murmured to his little sister as his eyes rolled with a big grin on his face.
“Let me try!" she demanded. Grabbing the joint from Figlet, she copied him in inhaling the smoke then exhaling. The calming aura spread over her as well, and she laid back on her brother's bed, smiling. “This... is wonderful...” she continued, closing her eyes and taking another breath from then joint. She then casually passed it back to her brother. He inhaled again, more of the beautiful feeling spreading over him.
Looking at Molly, his mind flickered to thoughts he had been trying to suppress his whole life. During Molly’s childhood, he had always felt an attraction towards her. The older she grew, the more and more he had to stop himself talking her into having sex with him. Every single night of the last several years, he had masturbated constantly while thinking of his sister. The idea of himself fucking his underage sister... their bodies pressing together... fondling her body... it was too much. He was in a dreamlike state now, and the chance of fulfilling his fantasies was far too close.
“Molly, would you like to feel even nicer?” he asked his sister, with his self-control almost extinguished. He began to pull of his T-Shirt as he asked that, revealing the furry chest of his mature, 23-year-old body.
Molly smiled. “Of course i’d love to...” she replied, similarly dazed from the effect of the cannabis.
Figlet smiled. "Just lie back and let me do all the work" he told his sister. He then climbed onto the lower end of the bed and moved so that his head was close to the hem of his beautiful sister's thigh-length skirt. He handed what was left of the joint back to his sister, who continued to smoke it vigorously. As she busied herself with entering the drug-filled nirvana even more, Figlet was trying to suppress his giggles as he focused on another thing he planned to enter soon enough.
He moved his hands around her waist and began to fondle her butt as before. As his sister giggled in response, he gripped her skirt from behind and pulled it down her legs slowly towards him. He then began to rub her stomach as he hiked up her blouse, revealing her smooth adolescent chest, her slender fur broken only by her two tiny nipples jutting out. He moved closer to her and began licking them, almost from instinct thanks to those movies Derek had shown him. Molly moaned as the gentle pleasuring feeling of her brother stimulating her began to take effect.
While his tongue continued its honourable work, Figlet moved his hands down from her shirt to her groin area. He noticed her underwear was slightly wet, and figured that she had either forgotten to wipe last time she was in the bathroom, or the stimulation he was giving her infant-like frame was turning her on like no tomorrow. He slowly pulled down her soaked knickers, and gazed upon her beautiful, unblemished, childlike womanhood. Her slim outer lips were glazed with her shiny fluids, and the bump that was her clitoris was clearly visible at the tip of her slit. He moved close and licked the surrounding fur, and the delectable taste of girl come hit his tongue. He continued to lick off her sweet juices as she giggled from the light stimulation it was giving her.
With his index and middle fingers, he spread her labia apart, revealing to him his sister's pink vulva. Slick with her juice, her clitoris was shaking from arousal as her two holes below it quivered. He moved his tongue close and began to lick at her lower, baby-hole. Molly began to pant and moan hyperactively as her brother gave her unrelenting pleasure, licking her special place like a hungry wolf. With every stroke of his tongue she moaned as it moved across her vulva then jerked when it hit her sensitive clitoris. A delay by Figlet's tongue on her clit was too much for her, and she screamed in a wild orgasm. Figlet's mouth was filled with her sweet juices as the soul-rocking energy of her orgasm flowed through her.
"That... was wonderful... Big Brother" Molly spat out between gasps for breath as the afterglow surged through her. As he body continued to shudder from the intensity of the orgasm she experienced, she felt the other hole in her vulva start to loosen. Three glasses of lemonade earlier that afternoon had filled her up, and it needed to be expelled soon. "Oh... no..." she gasped, as she lost control of her bladder.
The first few drops of yellow liquid emerged from her urethra and dropped onto Figlet's tongue. He barely had time to savour it's bitter, acidic flavour when the dripping intensified into a yellow stream, splurting into his mouth. Molly continued to spray her urine at high pressure into her brother's mouth, giggling as she saw her brother swallowing as much of it as he could. She intensified the stream to a point where he couldn't drink it all, and it ran all over his face and chest. However, her golden shower began to falter as her bladder emptied and she ceased pissing, leaving her brother's chest and face covered with her pee.
"You... liked that... Big Brother?" she asked him. He nodded. Excited and craving more pleasure, she giggled and asked "Can...you... do it again?"
Figlet knew her had gone too far and knew that it was time to quit before things went out of control even further. The Drugs were no longer influencing his conscience - his own lust and animal instinct were instead, boiling inside him demanding more. He was determined to quit now, and opened his mouth to explain.
"How about we take it a stage further?" he suggested. "And this time it will be much more fun than what we have just done" he added. At this point he decided that there was holding back, as there was no absolute reason to obey rules anymore. Rules formed by hypocrites in society attempting to eliminate happiness. It was just the two of them together, and no-one was there to change that. It was no time to be grim and boring, but time to have FUN. Naughty Fun, to be precise.
Molly smiled. "Go for it Big Brother!" she exclaimed. She was unsure what he had planned, but whatever it was she wanted it. She wanted that wonderful feeling to overcome her again.
Her brother didn't have to be told twice. In his excitement, he roughly pulled off his jeans and nearly tore his briefs in his lust-driven rush while taking them all. Throwing his clothes on the floor, he climbed closer to his sister. Aroused by the pleasuring he had given her, his cock was already firm at its full six inches, with the tip glistening with pre-cum. Molly giggled at the sight of it - she had seen her brother's erect penis many-a-time, especially when she accidentally came into his room when he was "busy"...
Figlet smiled as he placed he head of his manhood so that it brushed against his sister's vulva, slick from the prior stimulation "Are you ready?" he asked his sister, grinning. Molly nodded in response, unable to hold back yet another fit of giggles. Figlet then moved even closer t his sister so their chests were rubbing together, before he planted a passionate kiss on her lips. As the warmth of her lips met his and the heat from her arousal radiated through their chests, he shoved forward and his cock slowly pushed into her.
Molly let out a gasp as she felt her brother's rod push into her. Her mind ran back to the nights she experimented with her hairbrush handle, as well as other such personal encounters. She felt no pain, only pleasure, as he pushed into her. Her hymen was already gone, her innocence taken from her before.
Figlet had taken care of that back then, and now he was recreating the night she was deflowered. And she was loving every single second of it.
Feeling the warm, moist tightness of his sister's vagina surround his cock, Figlet felt shivers of stimulation run down his spine. Lust flooding his mind, he began softly pulling out of his sister's pussy before pushing back into her. With every thrust, he bumped against her clit, making her squeal with pleasure. Loving the feeling, he thrusted in and out vigorously, her moans drowning out all other sound. It was a beautiful sound, greater than any Guitar Solo ever played.
It was music to his ears, the moans of her love.
However, the act was getting far too intense for Molly, and she was on the very edge. The faster her brother went, the more her vagina was stretched and her clit shook. Soon enough her limits were exceeded. She screamed as electricity burst through her, filling her body and soul with warm, blissful energy. Her vagina muscles clenched as her juices squirted down the side of her brother's cock.
Her orgasm set off a chain reaction that hit her partner with utter greatness. The additional heat and tightness from her climax drove Figlet wild. He thrusted deeper and deeper into his sister, his cock pushing against her cervix. Molly squealed as he suddenly slammed his cock in all the way, pushing through her cervix and entering her womb. A noticeable bump appeared on her stomach where his penis had pushed into her insides. The stimulation was the last barrier, causing his orgasm to hit.
A burst of pleasing energy surged through his whole body, and he felt faint as the unbelievable pleasure spread through him. The haze of the orgasm detached him from his final feeling and his throbbing cock sprayed his seed deep into his sister, flooding her womb with his cum. Figlet collapsed on top of his sister as they gasped for breath. In the midst of their afterglow, they began to kiss each other. They continued to do this for several minutes before breaking apart.
His body weakened from the orgasm, Figlet suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation near his groin. A wild thought flashed through his head - one which was going way too far into the darkest side of sexual pleasures. But he recalled how Molly had enjoyed relieving herself in his mouth earlier. He grinned, and before his sister could figure out what was happening, she felt warmth within her womanhood again. Only this time the source wasn't her brother's come.
Pee sprayed out of Figlet's cock directly into his sister's womb. He sighed in relief as he steadily filled his sister's insides with his golden liquid. As her uterus began to inflate from the amount pouring into it, some of his pee leaked out and ran down her vulva onto the bed.
Molly giggled when she felt the hot liquid on her skin. "Why are you peeing IN me, Big Brother?" she asked, cheerfully.
"Because you peed ON me earlier" Figlet replied, grinning. By now he had depleted the contents of his bladder into his sister. His stream had reduced to a few drops before ceasing completely. He growled in pleasure as he felt his hot urine surround his cock while still inside her.
Figlet then began to pull himself out of his sister slowly. As his cock moved backwards through her cervix it leaked out his urine before closing up again. As his cock eventually pulled free of her womanhood, the excess mix of cum and urine splurted out after it. Molly sighed at that last edge of stimulation.
Figlet's eyes then fell onto the extinguished joint. In the midst of her orgasm, Molly had dropped it on the floor. Taking it, he chucked it into his bin from afar. "We really need to try this again" he giggled to Molly."Without a doubt, big brother" Molly replied, and embraced Figlet in a loving cuddle.
Music may fill us with beautiful emotion, but the sounds of a guitar will never be more pleasurable or wondrous as the sounds of true love.
- The End -