Summary:
A demigod named Joey struggles with his whimsical Foolish nature and the unusual effects of his lineage. His sister Flighty arrives with news of a family meeting called by their father, Lowkey. At the gathering, the god introduces a human woman named April who appears immune to his powers and plans to become a mother figure to the group. The siblings interact with her in turn, exploring new connections while Lowkey considers ending his chaotic attempts to create more offspring across the world.
Here is your Story: My Sister Flew In and Made Me Cum
“Oh, woe, oh woe is me,” said a god full of tricks. It was a low point in his life, when he felt empty and lost. “What purpose has this life of mine, with nothing left behind? I seek to make a bunch of offspring to fix this pain.” The pain he spoke of that day came from blue balls lasting centuries, for he was Lowkey, the god of trickery, and yet when it came to fucking, he could not last.
So by his name he chose to spread his seed of whims so far and wide. He came on everyone and on every thing. From his quick release no one could ever hide. And by the end the Fools were those who managed to survive, the children of the god Lowkey, not quite dead but not quite alive.
“And Fools they were, for even though…” I said, then grimaced at the whimsical way my voice tried to snap into a rhyme. “Fuck that. I’m not doing it!”
The Weight of a Fool’s Bloodline
“Not doing what?” asked a woman next to me. Her hand moved up and down at my crotch. “You okay, Joey?”
“Sorry,” I said, focusing on her hand working my cock under the covers. My mind tended to step away into rhyming whims, courtesy of being a Fool of the god Lowkey. I felt the rolling climax throb in her tight grip. It spilled cum out over her hand. She brought it up to her mouth and licked the glaze with her tongue while looking at me.
“You little minx.”
“Want a taste?”
I slipped over her under the covers and pinned her hands to the sides. The look on her face changed from enjoyment to surprise and back into a lustful intrigue. I lowered to lick the remnants of my cum from her hand. It tasted sweet like sugar. I was a Fool after all. She loved it, but it made it a real burden on me. My cum was not filled with life the way a human’s would be.
“I could eat this all day,” she said.
“Right,” I said, slipping her down between my legs while shoving my cock into her mouth. It still felt good to blow a load, but being a Fool meant being a demigod of Lowkey, a joke to the natural world. “Here is a fresh batch!”
I pulled out a little and spilled the sugary glaze into her mouth chamber. It overflowed and squirted out of her nose. She would choke on it if I did not pull out, so I did. She delighted in the cum with her mouth open, breathing hard.
“I need some air, Vally,” I said. I got up from the bed naked and walked over to the window overlooking a city at night. I touched the tip of my dick and licked the remnants of cum still dripping out. The whole city full of fucking people, and I was focusing on the one thing I couldn’t do. I had to get a hold of myself.
I turned to find myself hard again. Two feet rested on the erection from above. I followed them to my sister, Flighty, a Fool to Lowkey much like me. She was made with some avian in her, making her bones light enough to fly on her colorful wings. Lowkey’s cum somehow created her from a feather in Foolish magic that was synonymous with the bastard.
My mother was human, one of the few that did not melt or explode when being bathed in Lowkey’s cum. The woe he spread when seeking to make offspring was a lot of chaos and weird whimsical events all over the world and even in space.
“Hey, Flighty,” I said, reaching up to finger her weird avian pussy-butthole. She quickly took flight to get away while I brought the substance to my lips. She tasted like sweet CoDebury egg filling instead of anything nature would smile upon.
“What? You suddenly care about incest? We’ve been fucking since we were made.”
“I have a mate now,” she said, hovering on her arms with her wings made invisible. They could change colors and patterns and even turn glasslike to vanish entirely.
“You and I both know we can’t have offspring,” I said.
“I still have a mate, Joker,” Flighty said.
“It’s ‘Joey’ now,” I said.
“Right, but you still call me Flighty, so I’m going to call you Joker.”
“Fine, fine, Francine,” I said. “Hug?”
I opened my arms, though the erection was still popped up, and Flighty would no doubt be cautious of it, so I kept eye contact with her while jerking off. I came and spilled the sweet cum onto the hardwood floor before she came down to hug her brother.
“Hope your mate deserves you,” I said.
“Dad called a meeting,” Flighty said, pushing off. “Of all the Fools.”
“And you’re his dutiful daughter relaying the message to everyone, huh?”
“Don’t be a sourpuss,” she said. “You know what happens when a Fool behaves like a sourpuss.”
I felt my stomach churn out vomit right on cue. It was not regular vomit that came out. Within the spill were the most common candies, as though someone just slit the throat of Father Hallow, the scarecrow known to be filled with all sorts of candies that was known to be decapitated every year for the festivities.
“Fuck,” I said, spitting out another batch after catching my breath. Flighty crouched nearby, exposing her pussy in pink feathers to pick up a favorite of hers. She unwrapped it while I watched.
“You either come normally, or daddy will pull you when the meeting starts, and you might be fucking someone at that point, so they will probably shred to a gory mess on the way. Suit yourself, Joey.”
I sighed. “Fine, let me just send Vally off,” I said, scooping some of my cum from the floor beside the candy vomit to entice her out of my place. The honey-sugar glaze that I produced had a mild euphoric effect, which was useful to sway the minds of humans. With a dollop of my cum in her mouth her eyes went wide from the high. I held a hand over her neck to look deep into her eyes.
“Leave,” I said. Then I got up as Vally stood in a daze, not bothering to get dressed, and stumbled out of my apartment into the corridor. I closed the door and threw on a bathrobe as black as night.
“Give me sweats, Wako, honey.”
The black bathrobe tightened around my body as the shapes changed to a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, both equally dark. I could feel lips take my cock inside a mouth sleeve on the inside of the garment and waited until the spirit bound to the cloth took a load of cum as payment. More Foolish magic, but at least I did not have to keep a closet of clothing around, just the one garment that was satisfied with my cock in their sleeve.
“Ready,” I said, holding a hand out, but Flighty flew up and swooped to grab me by my ankles instead, flipping me and smacking my head against the floor on the way out. I grit my teeth, but my consciousness slipped out for a bit nonetheless.
When I was conscious again, my dick was being worked on by a maid in the service of my father.
“Are you awake, master?” she asked, throating my cock as far as she could, then pushing in a bit further with a squelch and pulling out to close her lips around the tip. She danced the tip of her tongue wildly in the dick hole. I was close, or I would have thrown her off. She stroked down as the honey-sugar cum burst all over her smiling face.
“Would you like my warmth, master?”
I looked up to find her already crouching with her pussy lowering right in front of me. I grit my teeth and brought her ass closer to take a bite. Flesh pinched between my teeth as she gasped out. I grabbed her hips and slammed her down over another erection at the ready. The maids at home were always such thirsty vixens.
I let go of her hips as she started moving on her own, throwing herself over my dick, seeking her own release. I could go off on command but waited to watch her breathing speed up. When I felt her throb over my dick, I blew a hot load of sugar inside her.
She sat back against me, breathing hard, with more of my cum pumping out inside her.
“Thank you, Master Joker,” she said, but that made me lose interest. I left that name behind. I pushed her off me. She landed on all fours, spilling out a creampie of my sweet cum, and moved hands between her pussy and her mouth as it spilled out slowly. If she didn’t say that name, I would treat her to a galore of back shots until she pissed herself, but I got up to leave.
Old Names and New Ties
“Aww, you’re not going to finish Evelyn off?” asked a voice from the dark corner of the room. “How sad. Don’t sulk now. You know what happens when a Fool sulks.”
“I’m not sulking, Forte,” I said, pulling Wako back onto my back as she formed again into clothing. “Or do you need me to call you by some stupid human name like Francine?”
“Who?”
“Flighty,” I said. “She has a mate now, apparently. I guess no more CoDebury cream filling sucking competitions.”
Forte was born from Lowkey’s cum landing on a particular flower, one that seldom bloomed. As such, he was very good at hiding, and very toxic. His whole body secreted an aphrodisiac that could be the most vile poison or the greatest high, depending on his mood. His cum on the other hand was pure caramel and pulled long from his dick.
“Let’s be honest, brother,” Forte said. “Aren’t we a little bit past incest at this point?”
“Speak for yourself,” I said. “Flighty’s cream filling is out of this world. I’d love to suck it straight from the source again. Mysandra’s pussy wine has no rival in the mortal world either.”
“I do love her wine,” he said. “But to suck it straight from her pussy?”
“Warm and fresh, aromatic to godly proportions?”
“Fine, fine,” Forte said. “Just leave Pierrot alone.”
“Why? What happened?”
“He cracked, and doesn’t want to heal,” Forte said.
“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “I’ll talk to him.”
“I tried already, but be my guest.”
“You spend too much time here, pal,” I said.
“Somebody has to keep dad from making more Fools,” he said, stepping back into the shadows to disappear from view.
Our generation was the very first, with Forte, Pierrot, Flighty, and me, but Lowkey went out blowing loads on other people and things with his essence so easily produced. Mysandra was one of the second generation, and so was Wako, though where Mys was a full person, Wako ended up only being able to change shape or move when being worn.
A few others were made in that generation, but Lowkey had not ventured out to bathe the world in his cum since, leaving each of his Fools afraid when they would pick up new siblings and what they would end up becoming.
Mysandra was the result of Lowkey’s cum landing in a barrel of wine and was born to the barrel like a naked woman. She absorbed all the wine where she came to be, much like a chicken would of the surrounding egg white, so she was always very loose. Her wine red hair curled down to her ankles, and she was very proud of her pubic hair being equally untamed. Where her orgasms produced a sweet wine, the flavor profile changed with the mood, similar to Forte and his aphrodisiac toxin.
Pierrot on the other hand was born to a very fragile frame, having a tea biscuit soak through in Lowkey’s cum. His body looked entirely human, but it was brittle like a biscuit, which meant people were constantly biting him, and he had to learn to heal himself quickly. Even I liked to nibble on his fingers from time to time, but back when we still fucked together, his fingers dipped in Forte’s cum were the most delicious experience.
Wako was an unfortunate result of Lowkey wiping his dick on a scrap velvet cloth he found, creating that endlessly dark cloth with a mind of its own but no ability to move or talk. It took my own use of that cloth to clean up to link me to her telepathically, and she had been my one and only garment ever since.
When I walked into his room, Pierrot was in pieces, literally scattered on the ground. His midsection was standing on the broken biscuit torso, holding a hammer in his hands while crushing other parts that came off him. He was a very sad individual, seeing as he could not even jerk off, or he would break his cock off every time like a breadstick. I came up quickly and held his arm from coming down over his leg to smash it.
“Joker!” he burst out, hobbling over on the broken up torso to hug my legs.
“What’s this I hear about you not wanting to heal?”
“Oh, well… I’m kinda tired of this,” he said, looking away. “I just keep breaking and keep healing, and even if I wake up with my dick hard, I can’t even get myself off because it just breaks off.”
“Is it painful?”
“No, but it does take effort to regrow, and by then I don’t even want to feel the pleasure anymore, you know?”
“Want me to do the thing we used to do?”
Pierrot’s eyes lit up, but his torso got unbalanced from the surprise and he fell, breaking off both arms in the process.
“FUCK!” he burst out, then grit his teeth as all the crumbs around on the floor gathered up to form his body with his cock hard at the ready.
“I’m so glad you’re back. It’s boring here without your constant ideas for fun.”
“Sorry,” I said, gliding my hand slowly over the super fragile erection. It throbbed a bit at my touch, but I kept up with the movement so it did not snap off. “Just like that, close your eyes and focus on my hand.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Pierrot said, his breath coming out shaky. It didn’t take long to get him to cum, and what spilled from the tip of his erection breadstick was a fluffy whipped cream that sprayed up into the air to hover like clouds in his room.
“Thank you, Joker. I mean… Joey.”
“No more of this ‘I don’t want to heal’ business, okay?” I asked. “You can still find someone who’s just as gentle out there, even if just for fun.”
“Do you want me to…?” Pierrot asked, motioning to the dick peeking out of Wako’s top of the sweatpants.
“Nah, I got something from Evelyn already,” I replied. “I just want to get the meeting over with. Do you know what the asshole wants?”
“Oh, you don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“Dad picked himself up a girlfriend,” Pierrot said, standing up carefully to scoop some of the fluffy cream cloud to lick over his hand and eat with his fingers, which he then healed back up. “She’s a human.”
I shook my head all the way until we were all sitting at the table, with a woman sitting right next to Lowkey. She was smiling and leaned over to his ear to whisper something, promptly disappearing under the table while Dad kept talking. I looked underneath to find her throating his cock, taking load after load without so much as a shiver. She was drinking his cum like water, and that could not have tasted good.
I was born to a human mother, even if she was impregnated with me by getting Lowkey’s cum in her eye. I came out as a baby but matured to adulthood in just a day, which was when he stopped by to take me away. Many other human beings who were attempted received a much worse outcome, where the cum sometimes melted through them like acid or made them burst on fire or even explode in a gory mess.
The whole thing was a bout of trial and error, which he did twice so far, but now with this human who was supposedly immune to his cum, I hoped it would mean no more siblings.
“You going to introduce the cum guzzler, Dad?” I finally asked, as she reacted under the table by hitting her head on it, then slipping out with a mouth full of something. Everyone watched her swallow, then smile, followed up by a curtsy.
“Everyone, this is April,” Lowkey finally said, his voice lingering in smugness. “Your soon to be mother.”
The table erupted with chaos at the proclamation, and April looked around in fear of the Fools voicing their discontent. I remained quiet. I didn’t care about being a Fool anyway but needed to know if that meant he would no longer blow his load in mortals making other weird creatures and Fools.
I held up my hand. Being the eldest of them all, I had some authority.
“Does this mean that you will not be going around making a mockery of the natural world anymore?”
“That is indeed part of it,” Lowkey said. “I’m glad you can be rational about this, my Joker, my Fool.”
“I just don’t want the humans to suffer under your thumb, Lowkey,” I replied. “And it’s ‘Joey’ now.”
“Right, right, my son wishes to be human, and yet from betwixt his loins only honeybun glaze arrives,” he said, another mockery. He was always a goading fool, but he was our dad.
“Very funny, Dad,” I said, giving him no smile or laughter, which prompted my stomach to churn out a spill of vomited candy that the others immediately started devouring off the table. April seemed to be very entertained by this and clapped her hands excitedly.
I sighed, then started getting up, but heard her voice.
“Wait!” April called out, a human voice in the chamber meant for gods. I grit my teeth, then turned to find her sprawled out on the table with her dress hiked up. “I would like to meet each one of you, if you would allow me the honor.”
“Dad?” Forte asked, looking at the woman exposing her crotch in the direction of the Fools.
“I will not force anyone to do anything,” he said, “but if April wants to meet you all, then I approve of her actions.”
“Come,” April said, spreading her pussy lips apart. “Or even just lick it, if you like. I want us all to get closer as a family.”
I looked around the rest of them, all hesitating, seeing as it was a human woman that could get hurt from all the things the Fools could do. Of all the siblings, Flighty was the first to step up, or Francine, rather. Everyone got closer to watch as Fran fingered April, watching her make faces of pleasure and squirt out a little over Flighty’s hand. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked on the fingers.
“Nice to meet you, Francine,” April said, her chest rising and falling from the orgasm. I looked over at Lowkey who just nodded along with a smile.
“Who’s next?”
“C-Can I have a go?” Pierrot asked, stepping carefully from between the others. Everyone stepped away to let him pass, given he was very fragile.
“I’m very fragile, I’m afraid.”
“Ahh, Pierrot!” April said, sitting up to the edge of the table so he could get closer to her. “It’s alright, you can go as slow as you need to. I will just stay still so you don’t hurt yourself, okay?”
“You sure, bud?” I asked, meeting his eyes. He nodded with determination, gently pulling out his breadstick cock and coming closer to touch the tip to April’s spread pussy lips. He shivered a little when the tip touched down on the moistened surface and sank inside bit by bit, clearly feeling every inch of her warmth and moisture on his biscuit.
The rest of us watched in envy as Pierrot had the most sensual experience with April, and when he was about to cum, stuffed her mouth with his thumb.
“You can bite it,” he said, followed by a satisfying crunch in her mouth, only interrupted by her loud orgasm. “I’m going to cum, April.”
“You deserve it!” she burst out, her eyes wild with pleasure, but she had no idea what was in store for him blowing a load inside someone. Everyone stepped away, having seen what volume of whipped cream Pierrot could produce. His dick snapped off, but he was already coming, spilling out a cloud around the table and over April as her laughter burst out and got instantly muffled.
“Oh my god, it’s whipped cream!”
I could still hear, when my vision was all white. It would take far too long to clean all of that up, but Lowkey stepped in to help, throwing the whipped cream into the air above as April started pushing out the biscuit cock that snapped off inside her, fully saturated with her pussy juices.
Lowkey was there as it plopped out, and he caught it on a plate, to then cut it with a fork for a taste test. He smiled, taking the place with him to his chair, while April smiled wider holding her pussy open for the next person.
Forte started coming up, but I held up a hand. He nodded, and I stood up, then sat on the table and stood over her for a moment.
“Your mouth available?” I asked, staring her down. Her eyes lit up and she changed positions to reach for the top of my pants, but Wako was there first, expanding a black tendril to stuff her mouth as she choked a bit, leaving an inky trail. April seemed to be undeterred, still with that nymphomaniac look plastered over her face.
The room settled into a strange calm once the first wave of introductions passed. April stayed at the center, guiding each Fool with steady patience and a warm smile that never wavered. Lowkey watched from his seat with quiet satisfaction, his usual mischief tempered by the promise of something steadier. For the first time in centuries the old urge to scatter more Fools across the world felt distant, replaced by the simple weight of family pulling everyone back to the table.
