I'll write spider sex sometime. Maybe.

>It's time to pick the clubs. It's "Cumpulsory." your senpais inform you with a leer

>There are a bunch of stalls with various coloured banners and mascots, packed full with drooling tits and asses, wings, tails claws and fluffy. And a couple of happy dicks

>But you know better

>Those will be broken men before the term is even out

>One kiosk catches your eye though, precisely because it shouldn't

>It's boring

>No effort was put into it at all, and unlike the other menageries, there's just a single human girl with a wooden sword and bandages all over her

>The stall doesn't even have a name

>You head over

>"The fuck you want, bitch?"

>The girl finally snaps after ignoring you for fifteen minutes. Well, that's cool. A club this small, no one would even notice it if you never turned up.

>That's the only thing which stopped you from turning the fuck around and walking away the moment you realised that this girl wasn't human.

>She's an angel

>Like, literally, halo and all, thing is, her halo has grey bled into it and instead of floating above her head, she's got it wrapped around her bicep like some kind of torc, and her wings have been torn off, long scars show across her back, peeking out like sin from beneath her bandages

>You look her over once more for good measure

>"You one of these clubs?"

>"Haha, what you lookin' to join, bitch boy? We might not look like much, but this here is the throw away club for all the delinquents like me. We've got real bad bitches like Onis, Ushis and wolves, and you wanna shack up with US? What, do you just want to be some one's slut?" She licks her lips and leers at you, "I can help. Get under this table if you wanna join, and show me you're worth it. Otherwise, fuck off."

>You think her offer over. Not very hard, though. You take a pen out and write your name onto her stand.

>"That's my name, I'm signing up." you toss the pen aside, "Your responsibility now."

>You jam your hands into your pockets and stalk away

>You hear her huff, but she doesn't lowerherself down to a retort. You make it out of there unraped, and hopefully with a new club.

>A few days later, all the clubs and the new members have been announced. It took a bit of doing but you finally found your name and your group at the bottom left

>Fifteen names in all, yours it the only male name. You wince as you hear people around you talking. Seems you've made some people curious. Who is this badass who joined the delinquents? Who is this slut so eager to pump his cum even the misfits would do? the questions and the rumours vary, but the one thing you're thankful for is how common your name is.

>That and you rarely if ever willingly give your name.

>So hopefully no one picks up on the fact that you're that guy.

>Weeks pass

>You finish your math class, repress a shudder at the blue Oni teacher leering at you, shoulder your bag and leave

>Survival is fucking tough, man. You're too smart, you call attention to yourself

>You're too dumb you call attention to yourself

>You straddle the middle line too well, you call attention to yourself

>You sigh deeply and wish you could just disappear, turn invisible.

>Occupied you nearly miss your Angel-Senpai waiting at the school gates, the throngs avoid her.

>She looks bored, but her eyes scan every face. you make to duck away, but she catches you

>Heads turn as she approaches you

>Fuck

>"What do you think you're doing?"

>"That's my line, slut. You join a club full of bitches waiting to fuck your brains out, and never show. what are you, a fag?"

>"Yes.I.Like.The.Dick." you deliver in a jerky, robotic tone"

>It just pisses her off, she slams the hilt of her ever present sword into your sternum, and grabs you by the front of the shirt as you buckle over. A crowd is forming. Not good.

>"Learn your place, shithead. I don't like jokes. Now answer."

>You shrug in her grip, "What's it to you?"

>She sighs, and drops you to your feet, flicking back her long blonde hair with silver streaks as she does so

>"Some of my girls want to meet the newbie. And I'm the only one who's seen you. So obviously I'm the only one who can tell you. It's not 'anything' to me, so don't go getting your dick hard."

>You look around and scowl, "Well now you've told me. And now you're not the only one who's seen me, so yeah. Good fuckin' Job."

>She goes to smack you across the face with her sword, but you lean back faster

>The sword sails over your head, and overbalances her, clearly she wasn't expecting you to dodge, and put a lot of power into it

>She stumbles forwards, and in your minds eye you see her fall ontop of you, and blush as you invariably put a hand out to catch her, and end up groping her tits. Which are quite decent, really. Most angels you'd met were on the smaller side, but this girl is like a mix between a valkyrie and a holstaurus.

>You really don't need that shit, so you take that flag in an iron grip and crush it, by stepping to the side, and letting her stumble forwards

>In retrospect, maybe you should have simply taken the blow

>Now you've embarrassed the big bad infront of a crowd

>Oh boy, time for your special skill

>You feel your powerlevel skyrocket, the atmosphere around you warps and twists as you deploy your super secret technique, handed down to you by your grandfather

>You play dumb, and walk away

>Briskly

>You're a good few meters away by the time she's spun around to face you, and at this point she'd just look like a thug picking a fight

>She's got more pride than that, you hope.

>You chance a glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, she's stalking away

>You round the corner and book it. The worst thing about that situation wasn't the angel, but the crowd. Say she beats you up, you're easy rapebait

>Say you beat her up, you're a trophytarget

>Say some one so much as notices you.

>In this town, that qualifies you for rape.

>You make it past a block or two before you're sure no one it chasing you. Feeling good about yourself, you double back and actually head to the direction of your home, moving in the shaded, low visibility areas as you'd grown accustomed to

>You open your front door, and diveroll inside your home. A thick, sticky wad of web flies over your head, and a trapdoor slams into the front door.

>The web would have blinded you, and had you taken a step back, that trapdoor would have flattened you, and left you open to ambush

>"Ara, you're more alert than usual today. Did something good happen?"

>Out of the dark gloom, your big sister appears

>Eight glossy black legs support her torso, her flaming dark red hair spills all about, ruffled like she'd only just woken up in time to set the trap. Which you'd confidently bet was the case.

>She skitters forward, arms spread and you accept her hug

>In a rare display of exhaustion, you simply sink into her arms and sigh deeply.

>"Oh, what's this? Are you okay? Did something happen?"

>"Ugh, yes and no." You break the hug, "Mum home?"

>You're adopted. At times you question the logic behind allowing a single mother adopt a young boy, but it turned out well enough

>You escaped with light molestation at the hands of your bigger sister, but nothing serious. She's got a real playful side, so you're slowly becoming more alert to your surroundings unless she leave you hanging from the ceiling for hours

>She goes to college but still lives at home

>Speaking of, the place is dark, and feels more like a spider's den than a real home. Strands of web hang all over the place, and your mum and sister get real mad when you clean them up

>Your mother in particular, she pouts and demands how else she can check up on you every second of the day.

>You leaned that sneaking in this household never works. It's not enough to just avoid stepping on the spider's thread. Just the airflow is enough.

>Your room is a safe zone though. Don't want either of them feeling the "air flow" being stroked up and down every night.

>"She won't be home for a while. I'll be cooking tonight."

>You throw your schoolbag up at the ceiling where it's caught in a net of web. Your sister flinches and gives you a swift kick to the shin with one of her legs

>"I felt that."

>You note one of the near invisible strands that let her monitor her web's situation

>It slides under her clothes and it connected... you don't wanna know where

>"My bad. So remember that club I was talking about? Remember how I said I felt good about it and could just lay low? turns out I'm an idiot. Now I've pissed off it's head AND every one in the school would know about me by now."

>You relay the events to your sister as she leans against the kitchen bench, resting on her arms.

>You hope spider legs are comfy because it's not really like the things get much opportunity to sit down. she's practically standing all the time, just at a lower height than usual

>You put aside the quirks of having spider pants and focus on what your sister is saying

>"Wow, sucks. Maybe I should claim you first, hey? That'd put them off."

>You grin a little wryly, "Yeah, thanks but no thanks. I'm not ready to be a househusband."

>She smiles at you and grabs one of your arms, fitting it between her giant tauric breasts. Seriously, why does every creature with animal pants have giant breasts. In your idle theories, you came to suspect it was merely to keep in scale with the rest of the body

>"Aww come on, I cook," She nibbles at your ear, "I sew."

>You wriggle out of her grasp before your libido wriggles out of yours

>"You never clean, and your traps can be downright life threatening. Look, sis can we not. I know you like your games but I'm exhausted."

>She rolls her eyes, "Tsk. Stealing my littler brother's energy before he can even play with me. Maybe I should have a word with this angel whore."

>You laugh a little softly, "Nah, in the end she's alright. Left me alone all these weeks, and only bothered me for the sake of her people, apparently. I'll figure it out. don't worry about cooking for me. I think I'm just going to sleep.

>You give her hug and a kiss on the cheek, before trudging up the stairs and towards your room

>Minutes after you close your door and lie down, you hear a soft, uncertain knock at your door

>You roll out of bed and open up to see your sister standing there with a red face, holding a plate of food

>"I-I was really looking forward to cooking for you tonight, a-and I know you said you'd rather sleep, b-but if this cunt takes away my right to cook for my little brother too, I'll flay her alive, s-so... eat it."

>You look at the meal in her hands, honestly it looks delicious, your stomach does a little turn as the scent of a baked meal wafts up into your nose.

>You grab her hands holding the place, and give her a peck on the cheek, before sliding your food from her grip, "Thanks Sis, I guess I was hungry after all."

>She blushes beet red and skitters away without saying a word.

>You set your meal down and stalk after her, grinning as you watch her do a little victory dance before the mirror in the hallway.

>You return to your room, and your still-warm meal, and cram it down your gullet, savouring each flavour like it's your god-given right. You just want to sleep, but it's not fair if you make your sister do the washing up too, so you stomp into the kitchen and do your dishes, fatigue making your footsteps heavy.

>Finally, you make it to bed, and you're out like a light

>It's a new day and sunlight glares in from your open window. You're quite comfy in your bed. Very snug. "Hmmm. I'm so glad that my bed became vertical when I wasn't looking. What a NOVEL experience."

>The cocoon you're gently spinning from does a full rotation, and written in web on your wall is a note from your sister

>"No school for you."

>You continue spinning until you see the opposite wall. The note continues.

>"Had a dream the angel stole you. At college. Hang tight."

>"Pfft. Hang tight she says."

>You wiggle and thrust in your cocoon, shimying your hips around like a boss

>You feel a cold metal object slip out of your sock and slide up your leg

>You sleep with your hands in your pockets for this very reason.

>The pocket has been cut, and you can touch the spin of your leg from the inside of your pocket. If your sister knew, she'd never let you live it down. Secret wanking, you see. But that's not why.

>You continue to thrust, and the metal rectangle slides turther down your leg until it hits your pelvic region, and you grab it from inside your pants. Very suave manoeuvring for a man with his arms tied to his sides

>But then, this wouldn't be the first time.

>Likely not the last either.

>you flip the object around in your hand and press a button

>A blade flicks out, and you begin a short, jerky sawing motion.

>It takes you about fifteen minutes, but you cut and you cut and finally the web is torn enough to let you tear your way out

>You stifle tears as you land on your head

>It took doing, but you've dressed eaten and you're finally walking through the school gates. Only half an hour late

>Way to perpetuate the delinquent stereotype

>The Angel, as you feared, is waiting for you.

>She grins to see you alone, and craske her knuckles. She tips her head to the right, and you follow with your eyes.

>She's indicating behind a building, nicely out of the way. She hefts her wooden sword

>Aww yeah, delinquent showdown time

>You keep your head down and walk past her, taking the shortest rout to your class as humanly possible.

>It may have involved some parkour

>The angel just stares at you

>Petty victory under your belt, you set about ninjaing your way into class without the teacher noticing you.

>some how, you succeed. But it's Greek history with a cyclops, so it's not like she sees it.

>You spend most the lesson zoning out. If you wanted greek, all you had to do was ask your sister, the Arachne. She's a bit of a fantasy and history nerd.

>Speaking of, you sent her a short, terse text, 'Next time, hang me rightway up. My head hurts. Take responsibility.'

>She replies with a pouty face

>Two classes pass and it's lunch time. You dig in your pants for shrapnel and buy yourself a pie and coffee milk, and go to sit somewhere dark.

>You find a nice shady spot by some trees in the school's oval, and grab onto a tree branch

> You hoist yourself up, lunch and all and settle down in the tree off the ground.

>You blame growing up around spiders. You just feel too vulnerable on the ground

>Speaking of, a hunstman crawls across your leg

>You put your hand next to it, and it hops on happily. You raise your hand to your face

>"Well aren't you a cutie. You don't wanna suck my dick, do you? It's nice to see that some of you still refrain from wearing women as hats."

>You put your hand up to the tree and the spider disembarks just as happily as he jumped on

>You turn your attention to your lunch

>Your meat pie has cooled down enough to eat. It's rectangular, cheese, steak and mushroom

>A decent feed

>You raise the bottle of milk to your lips, and feel two hands cup your cheeks

>You slowly raise your head as you drink and your eyes meet those of a rather rough looking Oomukade, her hair hangs limply between the two of you, like curtains, and pools on your shoulders.

>She looks rather rough, and has a few centipede tattoos in various places.

>"Boss is looking for you"

>"And now it's a centipede with a delinquent for a hat. What a crazy world we live in."

>Her grip on your head tightens as she pulls you into the trees and whisks you away.

>You bite down on the lips of your carton of milk. like fuck you're losing it.

>You mentally thank her for not turning you upside down like some people, tough.

>"At least I don't have to cry over spilt milk."

>"What was that?"

>"Nothing," she's still holding you by the skull, and thrusting you face first through the trees as she skitters her way across canopies and roof tops to the back of the school "Steer straight driver," you grumble around your carton of milk, "You're all over the place."

>She squeezes your head a little tighter, and throws you out of the trees, and into a small clearing near the agriculture plots.

>As you fly through the air, you think to yourself, "In't it a little too convenient that she could get neatly from point A to point B by platforming?"

>You don't dwell on it though, but prepare yourself for a commando roll, the remaining half of your carton of milk nestled safely in your bosom

>You hit the ground and roll. In shaky images you see a small gorup of around 15 or so people

>They form a ring around the clearing, and the Angel stands in the centre, sword thrust into the soil

>You stop rolling, and unfold, sitting on the ground. You take a swig of milk, and down the last of the carton before tossing it aside

>"Before you say anything... I have a rape whistle."

>You get a few laughs from some of the bigger girls. And Ogre speaks up,

>"You think that'll help you all the way out here boy?"

>"Help? No, it's a hindrance, really. It's like a dog-whistle. Blow and rape comes running."

>You chuckle at your own joke before standing up and dusting yourself off.

>"So. What's all this then?"

>The Angel sneers at you, "Initiation. You humiliated me, bitchboy."

>You interject, "You did that to yourself. There was nothing I could do in that situation other than take the hit. And you know how pride works."

>"...Be that as it may, people have begun talking because of you. So we need to make an example out of you, or we'll have dicks from other schools trashing our territory, you see? so I'm going to need you to be a good bitch, take those pants off, and tie yourself to the school's flagpole."

>"I can physically do all that except for the last one."

>"I mean, it'd be kind of hard to tie myself up, don't you think?"

>You're only good at getting untied, really.

>"And, what does doing this prove, exactly?"

>"That some scrub isn't better than us. that we don't just let anyone walk all over us."

>You ponder for a while, "I'll do all that provided you hop on MY flagpole, and tie yourself up with me. You are the moron who instigated the fight after all."

>That gets you a round of boos

>Angel goes positively red in the face with inarticulate rage. Boy are you a master negotiator or what?

>She flies at you, well, not really, she ain't got no wings, but she's really fuckin hayai

>Her sword just misses your nose as you back away before she's on you again.

>You dodge her lunges and swings as best you can, but still cop a few to the ribs. You scan the crowd and of all the rowdy P'Orks, Oni's Wolves, Ogers and Dark Elves, you spot one Kiki in a gothic meido outfit. She looks a little nervous at all the excitement thankfully for you, in the circle, she's positioned closest to the woods, a place you'd always played in as a kid

>You sprint at her, making a hard beeline right for her

>She backs up a step and hives a short scream, but you lunge for her hand and tow her along with you, "RUN!" You yell into her ear, as you wrap your fingers around hers and pump rhythmically.

>The lewdness of the situation fries her brain, and as if given an order from her master, she obeys, running with you, hand in hand

>You make for the trees, and with your kiki shield you don't have to worry about bullrushes by any of the bigger, faster girls, as it's unlikely they'd bowl over their own friend

>You let go of her hand as you reach the treeline, and kick off the trunk of a tree, bounding upwards in one leap. Like that, you hop across trees by the branches, and whilst it's significantly slower progress, you're also hidden by the leaves. You move silently.

>In anger, you hear a yelp as one of the Onis throws a wolf up into the trees to catch your scent

>It's very effective, you nearly burst out laughing, and give away your position

>You rein it in and drop to the floor, and circle back around to the other side of the school.

>This forest mustn't be owned by the school, as there's a large chain fence after a good five minutes of travel you climb it, and peer through the trees. Seems you're on the other end of the oval.

>You emerge from the bushes, more silent and grim than needed, and consequently, you spook a pair of elves making out in secrecy

>You continue walking as they die of embarrassment, and leave the two to their fate

>It's a little bit of a trek but after five or so minutes you're in the centre grounds of the school, and you're ten minutes late for class, but you decide to just go home. Fuck this day.

>As you're leaving, you're approached by a Kitsune with a video camera. She's wearing another school's uniform

>"Hey, Jumping Spider."

>You pat your back and ass, for extra appendages "Nope, still got two legs. Perhaps you got the wrong person?"

>She giggles, "Not at all, got it all here on tape. Smooth moves. Quick thinking too, with the dododog what made you think she'd go along with it?"

>You shrug, "She seemed the least comfortable with the way things were. Lucky guess, really."

>The fox sidles up to you, various tails wrap around various parts, feeling various levels of pleasant

>She runs a hand down your cheek, "Mmm, smart, athletic, modest and handsome. I'd say you should join us, but I kind of want you all to myself now."

>"Us?"

>She gestures to her camera, "My uh... family. It became pretty big news when a mere human stood up to the leader of this school. So that angel spread the word she'd show us all what happened to people like you. Our gang got a tip though, that it wouldn't all go as planned, sent me to film it."

>"You've started a war kiddo. Doesn't matter how good she really is, when this gets out, we'll have irrefutable proof that this bitch ain't nothing. And looots of people have wanted this place for a long time."

>You scratch at the back of your head.

>"Could you uh... not? "

>"Ara, why not?"

>"Sounds like a massive pain in the ass to be honest."

>"...What's in it for me?"

>"... What do you want?"

>A tail brushes against your crotch none too subtly, "I can make the footage disappear if..." she leans in to whisper into your ear, "If you become my bitch."

>You can't help but sigh, "Do I look like a bitch to you? Like honestly, and truly, real impressions here, because I get that a fuck of a lot."

>She nibbles your ear again, and you turn away in frustration, and begin prying tails off you until she gets the hint, "Quite the contrary, actually. You come off as quite strong. Strong willed, strong minded. That's probably why it'd be so fucking satisfying turning you into my personal bitch."

>"...Ah... Good to know. Well... In that case... fuck'em. Let it all burn, see what I care. And as for being your personal fucktoy, sorry. I'm already into someone."

>The kitsune frowns before shrugging somewhat airily, "Another day, perhaps."

>You walked the girl to the gates, before going your separate ways. You head home as soon as possible, and decide to run a warm, soapy bath, You check the time. 2:30 pm

>"Hrmm. Onee-chan should be home soonish."

>You think about the day and all the bullshit you had to put up with and suddenly, the idea of complaining to the bigger girl who is without fail, always there, seems vastly more appealing

>You briefly entertain the thought of doing something for dinner, in return.

>With these thoughts in mind, you brew yourself a cup of sorely needed coffee and fix yourself a sandwich of leftovers before you run the bath.

>Damn she's a good cook .

>Full of caffeine and having snacked, you run the bath

>The bath in your home is fuckhuge, because it's gotta bathe some real battletanks

>And you're only half kidding. On of your adoptive aunties is a wolf spider operator, and pretty built

>If she were to princess carry you, it'd feel more like being cradled like a baby

>And way, the bath is massive, large enough to fit HER in, at the least

>For you it feels more like a spa. Or a swimming pool

>You fill the thing with steaming water and splash a bunch of liquid soap into it

>You let out a days worth of sighs and slide into it. It's deep enough to come up to your chest, standing and you find yourself sinking down under it, hair billowing out

>As the heat suffuses into your worn and weary muscles you begin to think back to what you told that kitsune

>"I'm already into someone."

>You blow bubbles underwater as you think

>You just said that on the spur of the moment. More often than not, your mouth runs before your brain can process it, so you say some pretty impulsive stuff

>Well, you have today's mess to show for that, don't you?

>But it's also helped you realise something.

>You lean up against the edge of the bath, and stare through the foggy glass door, waiting for your sister to come home.

>Five minutes later, she walks through the door. There's a lot of scuttling and you assume, rather rightly as it turns out, that she's laying traps for you

>With a playful grin, you reach out across the tiled bathroom floor, and strum one of the webs laying across it

>She gives a gasp, and the house goes quiet.

>You work hard to stifle a giggle, and strum it again

>"I-Is some one there?"

>Strum

>"I-I mean, *AHEM* Ha! Bold interloper. You seem to have stumbled into my parlour. Welcome."

>"Pfffffffffftaahahahahaha."

>You smack the thread with an open palm as you laugh your fucking heart out. Your sister bursts into the bathroom, with a face so red that you'd have sworn that your spider sister had decided on a salamander hat today

>"HAHAHA Who taught you that?"

>Your sister goes to reply, but she busted in here pretty hayai Her mouth poised to giving a stinging reply turns into an 'O' of shock as her grip on the tiled floor shatters, and her momentum carries her sailing over your head into the bath fully clothed

>Which only makes you laugh even harder

>She comes up, takes a breath and splutters all over the place, "S-s-shut up, m-mum told me to s-say that if some one broke i-i-in!!"

>Frantically, she takes a look at her sopping wet clothes, pulls out a phone

>and an iPod

>And a notebook an actual one made out of paper

>Her mouth opens and closes, before she looks at your grinning face as you laugh at her misery, and her eyes begin to well up

>"I-Its not funny, it's all fuuuuucked."

>She begins openly crying in the bath, and you reign in your mirth enough to give her a hand

>You push her electricals aside to a dry patch, and wade over to her

>"Bold interloper. You seem to have stumbled into my bath." her lower lip warbles as she sobs, and you grab the zipper of her hoodie, and drag it down

>"W-what are you doing?" she asks between sobs

>You shake your head and smile at her, "Undressing you. Honestly, wait until I tell cousin Dolomedes about this."

>You start to chuckle again despite yourself

>Her eyes go wide in horror, "Y-you can't! she'll laugh at me, she'll definitely laugh at me!"

>"I laughed at you. Hah, I continue to laugh at you." You peel the jacket off her, "Arms up." Her expression sets into a mix between a frown and a pout, but she raises her arms anyway, and you peel her shirt off her, it's inside out, but you toss it into the basket with the jacket. She never wears underwear, so her large breasts swing before your eyes.

>She leans over you, draping her arms over your shoulders as you work on the zipper at the back of her skirt

>It's hard finding clothes in spider size

>She whines into your shoulder as you peel off the last of the soaked fabrics

>"You're so meeean. Whyyyyy? I-I'm sorry, I'll never hang you upside down again!"

>You can't help but break into warm laughter a final time as you toss aside the skirt

>And you realise

>This was exactly what you needed

>Your heart feels warm and fluffy, and your chest hurts from laughing so hard

>If this wasn't so typical of her, you'd swear she did this on purpose, just to make you feel better.

>With her still draped over you, you give her an earnest hug

>"w-what are you-"

>"Thanks. I've had a real shit day. Thanks for making it better."

>"..."

>"Do you want to talk about it?" her tone is sullen, but you can tell that she cares.

>She takes a few steps back from you, and plonks herself down in the water, arms crossed under her prodigious bust, which bobs ever so slightly in the water, a frown on her face, but a look on concern in her eyes

>You grin and float over to her, "Don't mind if I do" you duck under the water, and kick off the floor of the back. You launch yourself upwards, and plant a hand on her exoskeleton, and swing your leg over, straddling her spider half and you wrap your arms around her hips from behind, and rest your chin on her shoulder

>She gives a startled cry and staggers, but manages to regain her footing, unwilling to face the same humiliation twice, "G-give me some warning before you do that geeeze!"

>You laugh at her reaction, not unlike a startled horse, "Sorry, just wanted to get comfy."

>You can see the blush spread to the tips of her pointed elfin ears, but not much beyond that, before you regale her with your woes, you take one of the pointed tips into your mouth and give it a light nibble, chuckling as she gasps and squirms

>"S-Stop teasing. Talk."

>You sigh

>"I Don't Wanna. It was fuckin shit. First this crazy arachnid slung me up in a cocoon of web, and I had to shake my hips around like a slutty belly dancer, just to shake free the knife I hide in my socks before I go to sleep. And then I had to catch it through the hole I cut in my pants pockets, which I could never tell my sister about because she'd just bully me and then I had to cut myself free of said cocoon and I land on my head for all the trouble. And it really hurt! And then I went to school and this crazy fucking angel tried to lure me into a fight or something, so I ran away and did flips and shit but when I tried to eat lunch her cronies caught me. Ah, except I met a cool spider. He didn't have a lewd redhead as a hat though. No hat. He was cool. So yeah, then this centipede with an Asian for a hat swung me all over the place by the head, and then threw me into a circle or real pissed off wolves Onis, ogres and Ushis, and the angel was in the middle and she told me to take my pants off and tie myself to a flagpole, so I told her to go sit on my dick, and she got angry and then I had to run away and there was this cute dododog and then I had to jump through the trees a- Are you even listening to me?

>"..."

>"I-it's touching."

>"What?"

>"I-I said it's touching!"

>You look down.

>You're not really aroused or anything, but your dick is pressing up against her back

>"That's... all you got from this?"

>"I-I was listening!"

>"Ugh, so anyway, I finally made it away except I went to far and had to circle back and there were these two elves making out, one might have been a guy but you can never tell with elves and then I was about to go to class but I said fuck it and then there was a kitsune from a different school who filmed it all and I asked her to get rid of the footage but then she said she wanted me to be her bitch, so I said no, fuck 'em let the world burn, except now every one knows that now everyone knows that I made the baddest delinquent as school into an idiot and now no monstergirl will take her seriously and her gang is now in a war for territory or some shit, so I asked the bitch if there was anything at all I could do, but being her bitch was it and I said I already like some one and then she left. There. Whining over."

>"...So?"

>"So what?"

>"W-who do you like?"

>You go to make a flippant answer, but it catches in your throat

>You heart thumps

>Your dick twitches

>She squeals when you lean forwards, and hold her tight, arms crossing against her chest, her prodigious breasts spilling to either side, you lean into her ear

>"You."

>"I love you."

>"...S-s-s-since w-when!?"

>You nuzzle your cheek into her neck and shrug

>"Dunno. While now probably, but when I answered that kitsune on impulse, it sort of clicked. And then you come in here and make a fool of yourself and save me from my shitty day."

>"I've fallen for you."

>"..."

>"Sis?" You lean around to see what she's doing, when she surprises you by turning towards you and stealing a long, deep passionate kiss. Your eyes widen with shock, and then soften as you take note of the tears streaming down her face. Her tongue butts at your teeth hesitantly, and you open your kiss to let her in. Greedily, her tongue slips into your mouth and wraps around your own. The two of you kiss for what feels an eternity, broken into segments by your onee-chan's soft moans, and the occasional, lewd wet smacking and slurping sounds.

>You finally break the kiss

>"Honestly, what's with you today? Crying so much."

>She sniffles before burying her head into your chest, her crimson hair sticking in places, and floating around the steamy canvass

>"Not my fault. The man I love just confessed to me. How am I supposed to react?"

>You really don't have much to say to that.

>"W-well, I just confessed to the girl who's always been there for me... s-should I be crying or somehting?"

>She laughs and shrugs as the same time, "Heh, I don't know."

>You breathe a deep sigh, content to just sit there with her until the bath grows cold.

>You hear the front door open and the both of you tense,

>"...More than four footsteps. Mum."

>Your mother makes a beeline for the bathroom and you start to panic

>"I-I Should we, I dunno, do something?"

>Your sister pats your arm, "Shh, calm down."

>Before she can say anything more, your mother pops her head through the door, and takes one look at the scene before her.

>"...Thought so."

>"...'Bout time." and without any other words, she disappears again

>Your sister giggles, and you're left to just think about things. Your take her ear in your mouth and absently nibble on it as you ponder

>A slow, dopey smile spreads its way across your lips

>”Hey. The water is getting sort of cold. I think we should get out now.”

>You briefly consider her words, and then decide on your answer.

>”You get out. I’m tried and I don’t want move”

>”… You’re still on me though.”

>You pout, “Hmph, and?”

>Your sister sighs in disgust, and climbs out of the bath with you on her back, grunting at your added weight, “S-so heavy…”

>On solid, semi-dry ground, she rears up, and you slide off her back limply, rolling as you slip off the end of her abdomen

>You land face down with a wet, fleshy plat

>She sighs, and kicks your still form over with one of her powerful arachnid legs. You flop face up and stare lazily at the ceiling. Nervously, she stands over you and lowers her spider body onto your legs, and leans over you, her hands to either side of your shoulder. Your hardening dick pokes against her lower stomach

>You sigh and give her a hard, serious look, “Don’t force yourself. We’ve been together for years already. We have the time and leisure to take this slowly.”

>She frowns and bites her lip, “Y-you don’t want me?”

>You roll your eyes, “Look at my dick and ask me again.”

>She looks down between your bodies, her wet crimson hair falls around the two of you like a curtain, “Y-you sure do look excited.” A little of her flirty tone from before the confession bleeds into her words. “I did this?”

>”Yeah, but you’re not ready for it are you.”

>She flusters, “W-what do you mean, of course I want it.”

>You grab her wrists and pull them off the floor. Her powerful back muscles the only thing stopping her from lurching forwards with an unintended headbut. You sit up, under her, entering her personal space. “You don’t even realise how much you’re shaking. You’re scared.”

>Provoking her wasn't really your plan, but it's cute in its own way

>"S-scared? I'm not scared! This is... excitement! I'm shaking in excitement!"

>Her body betrays her though, because as soon as you let go of her wrists, she brings them up to her chest, protectively. "You're going too fast for your own good, sis. Just go back to being a flirty tease. The only thing that changes now is that I flirt back. I know that maybe you could only act that way because you thought it was 'safe' and I'd never reciprocate. But..."

>Your speech falls flat. What exactly were you going for here?

>You sigh and look away

>"Maybe this isn't any good..."

>"NO!" You jump in surprise at her forceful shout, she takes your face in her hands, and wrenches it to face her, so forcefully it hurts. You're about to voice a complaint when her head darts down in a headbutt

>Well you thought it was a headbutt for all the effect it had, but it was just her clumsy, forcefull first kiss

>Her forehead smacks into yours first, and then her teeth ram up against your own, but after that, the pain is stolen by the soft sensation of her lips up against yours

>Her palms are sweaty and cold

>She's squeezing your skull between her hands, using the pressure to still the shaking as she kisses you. It's a childish thing, unbefitting her age. There's no tongue action, no moaning, it isn't sensual in the slightest.

>But it explodes with emotion.

>As if she were pure alcohol, her passion spreads from your lips to the rest of your body, making you feel numb and tingly. She pulls her lips from yours and begins to speak, quietly

>"I'm just scared. Scared that you'll stop liking me. Before it was easy. I could share just a little of my true heart with you and it was the harmless teasing of an older sister and it wasn't anything big but now... BUT!" You flinch, "But... I just got you, and I'm not letting you get away with that 'Maybe this isn't any good' bullshit, you hear me!?"

>You smile wryly

>"Yeah. I hear you... was... that your first kiss?"

>"Y-yeah."

>"I thought so."

>"Was it yours?"

>"Naw there was this Dark Elf who was about to.. well, I kissed her to throw her off an-" She plants her hand across your lips, and frowns. then, in a theatrical voice

>"Iyaa~ to take my cute little brother's first kiss..."

>Hint taken

>"A-any way," You tap her pedipalp lightly, "This floor is cold, and even if you steel yourself for sex, I'm still too tired for it. "

>She gathers her legs underherself and hauls her plated, exoskeletal form upwards

>"I'm putting my webs in your room if I "feel" anything tonight when you're supposed to be so "tired", I'm tying you up and having me way with you. Got it?"

>No fapping tonight, then. "Got it."

>You're treated to quite the view as she walks over you, and out the bathroom

>Man, the way an arachne moves is just too sexy. You're all but drooling at how those giant breasts sway and jiggle as those eight legs carry her across the floor

>She leaves, and soon you tire of lying down. With titanic, monumental effort, your muscles and bones grind together with the weight of tectonic plates, and you slowly pick yourself up off the floor.

>Dry, and dressed, you go to ascend the stairs when a noose of web wraps itself around your throat

>You lift your leg up to step on the first stair, and the lasso of web yanks back, and you fall into the arms of your mother

>"You better not be on your way to hide in your room. I'm cooking dinner for once, and you're eating it, like it or not. Besides we need to chat about your sister."

>Should have seen this one coming. you wiggle out of her grip and find your feet

>"Yeah, I guess."

>The two of you talk as she cooks and you set the table.

>Various things, mostly about your intentions

>Apparently your sister has felt this way about you seriously for a while, and understandable, your mother just wants to ensure you're not just thinking about getting your dick wet

>You spend the next few minutes explaining your last few days, and the circumstances of how you came to realise that you had genuine feelings for your Onee-chan

>Your mother looks sceptical about it all, but she seems to understand. She'll hang you up for a month if you make her cry though.

>Your sister walks into the room near the end of the conversation, lured in by her nose

>With a tone of finality, your mother announces that dinner is served

>Sheppard's pie. It always made you feel so warm and fuzzy when she made this

>She's good at it, too. It's fuckin' tasty. She's good at lots of dishes but they all share the trait of softness. Soups, cakes, fluffy pastries. You guess that like their mundane counterparts, spidergirls prefer slurping things up rather and chewing and tearing.

>"Ah." Your mother looks like she just thought of something. She turns to you, "Tomorrow, Saturday, one of your aunts requested you come over to babysit. Do you mind?"

>You shake you head, "Sorry, I've got a date with my girlfriend tomorrow."

>Girlfriend in question turns red, "E-Eh? You already had a girlfriend?"

>You smirk, "Yeah, she's not too quick on the uptake. If I don't take her on a date already it'd never set in that we're a couple now."

>Your mother struggles to hide her laughter, as her daughter overheats and starts to cry "So w-what about all that stuff you said..."

>You recall your punishment if you made her cry, and just as the first tear calls, you leap from your chair and catch it before it lands. And the next, drawing your hand incrementally closer until you can wipe them clear from the source

>You turn to your mother, "None of them actually fell so it doesn't count."

>You turn back to your sobbing sister. "I meant you, moron."

>...

>"O-oh. H-ha ha, o-ofcourse I knew that."

>Her mood flips on its head, and she's all smiles for the rest of dinner, you swear you can her her humming "deito deito" under her breath.

>As you're washing the plates and dishes, your mother sneaks up behind you, and wraps her arms around your chest, burying her head into your neck

>You feel some beads of moisture smear across your neck, "Thank you. I had a hope that it would turn out this way. I didn't bring you into this world but... you're mine. And I think you're a good son, and a wonderful man. You make me proud, now make her happy."

>You blush, and have to clear your throat to stop the words from sticking in it, "H-ha, so you adopted not just a son, but a future husband for your daughter, huh?" But, your flippant attitude feels out of place for this moment. Dropping the dishes, and flicking your hands dry, you swivel in her embrace and return it.

>"I... don't know who my parents are. Nor do I really care. I don't remember much before you brought me home either, and gave me a family, but..." you squeeze tighter, "To me, you're my real mother. So thank you."

>She goes red, her eyes well with moistness and her crimson hair, cut to the shoulders, puffs up like in your Chinese cartoons

>She huffs, and separates from you, starting to joke to hide her embarrassment

>"Bad. No seducing me, you already have a girlfriend."

>You chuckle softly, "Haha, I got it. Well the dishes are done, and it's been a long day, so I'm going to bed."

>"Night."

>"Night."

>You climb the stairs, minus the web noose, and enter your room.

>It's like spiderman got high on speed and decided to just fling his shit around

>There's a giant, rather pleasant looking hammock, really, where your bed used to be

>Your sister is waiting for you, wearing a button up shirt that's a billion times to big and long, and yet, somehow, tight around the bust

>It's buttoned so that her cleavage is being pushed up, and yet it's open everywhere else

>She's not wearing anything else

>Needlessly sexy

>"That looks like one of my school shirts"

>She just looks at you expectantly, and pats next to her on the hammock, a happy, determined expression on her face, her mouth shaped like a "V"

>"Except it's clearly far too big for me."

>"..."

>"..."

>"I... may have sewn it a while ago for the 'oversized boyfriend's clothes' look."

>"... and the design was modelled after my own shirt? ... You're surprisingly prepared, just how long have you been expecting things to unfold like this?"

>She looks embarrassed and unwilling to answer, so you drop the topic, and climb into bed with her. Or, climb into hammock with her

>She's lying on her belly, her torso turned to the side to face you, and you swing your leg over the edge of the webbed, silky contraption. You don't really 'rock the boat' so to say, seeing as how your weight is barely even a quarter of hers

>Easily, you slide in and wrap your arms around her, the two of you naturally hemmed in together by the hammock

>It's a little uncomfortable really, but she seems to intuitively understand this

>"Ah, hang on, it must be that we're too heavy together."

>She shifts her spider body around, and shoots a thick strand of web from her spinneret. It sticks to the wall firmly, and she gives it an experimental tug. You watch with interest as she grabs the thick rope and loops it through the hammock. She pulls back, turning the conventional hammock shape to more a elevated, flat triangle of web.

>"You know, this is starting to look more like a nest."

>She snuggles down next to you again, her human half lying across your bare chest, prodigious bust pressing up against your own chest.

>You lie back, and wrap your arms around her chest as she strokes your hair

>You're allready falling asleep. "I love you, little brother," Is the last thing you hear, and it ushers you into slumber.

>When you waken, you're not nestled between your Onee-san's sofy, cushiony tits as you would have hoped. But as more of your body wakes up, and disappointment you may have felt is lost in a surging wave of orgasm

>Satisfied moans come from your groin as you wake to the sensation of hot strands of pleasure erupting from your throbbing manhood, painting your Onee-san's throat white and claiming it as yours

>Your brain doesn't work for a while. Thoughts don't collect until she pulls your dick from her throat with a wet pop, and swallows her mouthful, licking at her cum and spit stained lips

>"Ara, good morning, boyfriend." She looks tickled pink at being able to call you that.

>"I... what?"

>"Ara, did you enjoy onee-chan's service so much you can't think, now?"

>"No, I mean... I thought you were nervous about this kinda stiff? I-Imean, stuff!"

>She giggles at your slip, "This is just a service for my cute little brother. I was taking your pants off, and the little guy looked so cute and lonely, so I thought I'd hold him for a bit, but then you moaned, and he became not little."

>You blush, realising now why your perfectly ordinary dream took a sudden and abrupt turn for the lewd and wet.

>"And why were you taking my pants off?"

>"Measurements!" She beams, and points towards your cupboard.

>Hanging there by a metal hanger is a deep, rich purple silk shirt you've never seen before, and behind it is a thick, stylish looking beige jacket you're fairly certain you don't own.

>"I... I'm not sure I follow."

>She smiles happily as she runs her hands over your legs, getting a feel for their size and shape

>"It's our date later today and I want you to look good, because you never care how you dress"

>"I'm sure I have some dress clothes..."

>"I didn't make any of them, so its no good."

>You go to open your mouth, but she skitters from the room, yelling

>"MUM, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NAVY BLUE DYE?"

>You shake your head, bewildered at the flurry of events

>Your eyes fall on the clothes she made you, and you walk over, running a hand over the fabric

>"It's smooth and... beautiful..."

>"Ehehe, it makes me glad that you like it." She blushes and squirms, "Y-you uh.... You know what this means, right? If you wear them?"

>You walk up to her, link your arms behind the base of her torso, and yank her into you She gives a gasp of surprise and you give her the first real kiss she's ever had. It's slow, sensual and passionate. She's scared stiff at first, so you just place your lips against hers, squeezing her lips between your own, gently increasing the pressure and intensity until her jaw opens, allowing you into her mouth. Guiding the entire thing, your tongue seeks out hers, coaxing it out, wrapping around it. She moans into your kiss as she begins to become more assertive, pushing back against you. Her tongue snakes out of her mouth and into yours. Hands balled up into nervous fists between your chests relax, and slide around your body, until one rests on the small of your back, and the other at the back of your head.

>The kiss seems to last forever before you break away. "Yeah, I get it. I'm just sorry I don't have anything to give you in return."

>She smiles, breathing a little heavily from the kiss, "That's okay." She begins tugging you out of the room, "Now, go make me breakfast, I haven't eaten yet and spinning all this web is making me hungry."

>You grin wryly and consign yourself to the kitchen.

>Spiders like soft things, so, ultimately you decide on omelette

>You'd brew her a coffee, but she's weaving, and it makes her all erratic and uncoordinated, so you refrain, and decide on squeezing her some fresh orange juice instead. All in all, it takes twenty minutes, but when you walk back into your room, she's beaming and there's a pair of dark, navy blue denim pants.

>"H-how do you spin your webs so diversely?"

>She shrugs "Did you know that some of the meaner spiders are really good at spinning webs sharper than razorwire?" You shudder at the thought, as she pulls out a full-body mirror.

>She climbs into her web and starts to eat the food you made her. As she does so, she gestures for you to try the clothes on.

>Stripping down to your underwear, the first thing you try is the pants. She makes some appreciative moans from behind you and you're sure it's not just the food

>The pants she spun for you are rough and course on the outside, exactly like denim, maybe even a little sturdier, but as you slip your legs into the holes, you realise the the web on the inside in spun softer, smoother.

>You move around in the thick jeans. Flexible, strong, and comfy. You do a little jig and it's like you're wearing full length silk boxers or something

>You turn to your onee-chan, a big dumb smile plastered onto your face, "These are amazing! It's so strong and tough, and yet on the inside it's so smooth and comfortable, and it fits perfectly." She grins around her mouthful of food and nods her head to the shirt and jacket.

>Similarly, you try them on and marvel in much the same way. For her "measurements" all she did was run her hands over your legs. If doing the same with the rest of your body achieved these results, you're significantly impressed.

>You pose infront of the mirror, making her giggle. Finished with her food, she sets the plat aside and sidles up to you, grabbing your arm and leaning against you.

>She talks, looking your reflection in the eye, rather than you, "You look pretty handsome there."

>"Rather than me, it these beautiful clothes and the woman who made them which make me look handsome."

>She smiles at the complement before giving you a peck on the cheek. Something seems to have clicked within her. Seeing you in the clothes she personal laboured over seems to have calmed her, considerably.

>"You look happy."

>"I am. I'm going to bathe and get changed wait for me, okay?"

>You nod, and she skips out of the room. I mean, damn. You've got to be pretty fuckin' happy to skip with eight legs.

>You take your shirt and jacket of, spritz on some deodorant, coincidentally, a brand your sister actually bought for you, and decide to wait around the living room

>Well that's what the plan was.

>It didn't involve being fussed over by your mother for the length of time it took for your sister to bathe.

>"Mum, enough... We're not getting married... this time. It's just a date, honestly."

>She wipes a tear from her eye, "I-I know it's just... You're both growing up so fast I..."

>She reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a small square packet, made entirely from silk

>"I have a present, from me to the two of you."

>It's thin. It looks easy to tear. There is a quite clear, solid, ring-shaped protuberance.

>"This isn't what I think it is."

>She blushes and squirms, "I-I weaved it myself."

>"..."

>She leans in and gives a conspirational thumbs up.

>"I'm ready, ara, what's that?" Your sister tries to peer over your shoulder, so you cram the home made condom inside a pocket

>"I-it's nothing. Good to go?"

>She smiles up at you, "Yup! Bye mum!"

>As the two of you leave, with your mother waving you off by the doorstep, you take your girlfriend in hand, and happily set off

>Man. Man used to walk on all fours. And then man walked on two legs. And then man walked on three. And then man didn't walk at all

>That changed only slightly when monsters came into play.

>Man walked on all fours. And then man walked on two legs. and then man spent a lot of time on his back, frequently. And then he went back to walking on three.

>The important thing to note here, is that man never walked on eight legs

>And when you're walking with your Onee hanging off your arm, doting on your every action, it's very hard to match your pace to hers, to not trip up

>Doubly so when she's whipping out a comb every few minutes to flatten out some unruly hair.

>You sigh as you stare at your reflection, your sister with a determined look on her face as she flattens hairs one by one, licking fingers and patting down all defiance

>"Look, sis. It's my job to be a little sloppy. It's what makes you want to look after me, right? I look perfect as it is with these clothes you made for me. Any more and you'd spoil my defining character trait. Helplessness."

>"Ufufu, what silly words, darling. Your defining trait is my cute little brother."

>"Heh. I guess that'll never change huh? Well. I'm a little hungry. Lets stop by somewhere to eat. I know a good cafe."

>"Ara, a cafe? that's not like you at all. What are you scheming?"

>She fidgets as you lead her by the hand

>Heads turn as your lewd conduct and she whimpers "Not here" countless times, but you intertwine your fingers with hers relentlessly

>She stares at the sigh, deadpan

>And then at you

>And then back at the sign

>"A maid cafe? Seriously?"

>"Ofcourse. This too is part of my master plan. And look, it's working."

>She's all but on top of you, for how smothered you feel. It's very reminiscent of playing with your younger jumping-spider cousin. She used to pretend to be a backpack. At least, that's what you thought she was doing. No one really knows. Her archetype was "Kuudere" Silent and uncaring, nonetheless, she'd be on her favourite person's back without fail. Silently. Slightly pouting. Clinging to backs.

>If another favourite person arrived she'd jump onto them, but she never left your back until either your Onee-chan pulled her off or it was time to leave.

>"T-this was your plan? How ruthless."

>"Indeed. For within this cafe are countless beautiful maids just waiting to steal me away. The first step of operation /Deito/ is to have you exhibit your jealous side to the fullest. Pouting of mass destruction. Clinginess to rival a Barometz itself. I will have my onee reveal all of her adorability here and now, permanently soiling the canvass of our date with a cute aftertaste which leaves everything after this coloured in a rosy pink."

>"G-guh! Don't think you've won yet!"

>"Welco-Fuck off."

>You indeed hadn't won

> Looking down at you was the last person you wanted or expected to see.

>In a cute, frilly maid uniform which amplified her mediocre bust and executed the most perfect of zettai ryouiki, stood the bandaged angel delinquent, blushing a furious red at having been seen in such a way. What was going to be a respectful bow turned into a proud sneer as she looked down her nose at you.

>"The fuck do you want. You here to perv on maids, you sick fuck?"

>Before you have a chance to respond, your sister blurs in a flurry of movement

>"Say that again cunt. You're already laced up, if I pull this thread you'll be in bondage so damn erotic you'll never be able to show your face again. A demonstration."

>She manipulates a thread, and something shifts underneath her shirt

>You're not sure what your sis has a hold of there, but you can guess by the voiceless cry. The angel flushes in a deep red mix of arousal and embarrassment

>Her knees wobble and she nearly kneels then and there

>Your sister scowls "Now. Serve. Your. Master."

>The angel whimpers, and nods obediently, "T-this way, M..."

>Onee flashes a look of pure hellfire

>"M...Master."

> She leads you to a table with a stool and a large space, obviously designed for tauric women to sit with their less-tauric friends, or perhaps even their partners, as is happening now

>"W-Wow. You really handled her well."

>She blushes a deep prideful crimson, and clings to your arm tighter, like she earned the right. "Anything for my love. But not Anyone. You're mine. But..."

>"Of course, I'm yours and only yours. But?"

>"Who is that?"

>...

>You take a deep look at the angel. She starts to squirm under your cool, scrutinous gaze. It's obvious she wants to yell at and deride you, but her eyes flick nervously to the thin thread in your sister's hands.

>"Dunno. I think I've seen her around. Maybe we've shared a few words. Could be we go to the same school."

>"Eeh? I was this mean to a schoolmate. Aha, Sorry, sorry." She makes a big show of cutting the thread, "You can probably just unravel the web later on. But if you don't tighten it, you may even want to keep it on. My thread feels pretty good, you know? Here, look at the clothes I made my cute little brother here, aren't they beautiful"

>Asked to look at the equivalent of a wedding collar the angel blushes slightly, and bows gracefully

>"Certainly, mistress. Your weaving is masterful."

>"Ufufu, such a polite girl."

>"T-then, master mistress. The menu. Please, call me once you've made your decision."

>You can't speak. You're shocked. That delinquent could act so refined? Impossible, right?

>Your Onee just walks over to her place at the table and gets herself comfortable, like it were all normal.

>You take the seat next to her, and once the delinquent leaves, tell her that she was the angel you told her about. Even though she probably figured it out as soon as you mentioned being in the same school

>She just smiles and doesn't say anything.

>Instead, she looks her arm around yours, and rests her head against your shoulder.

>Idly, you flick through the menu

>"So, what would you like?"

>"Hmm... Something... light... that will give lots of energy..."

>She lifts her head from your shoulder, and brings her tongue to your earlobe. She gives it a little lick, "For later."

>You suppress an excited shudder, and flick the page over.

>"Then how about two teas, this quiche we can share and a desert?"

>"Mmm, sounds good."

>You go to raise your hand, but your sister puts a restraining hand on your own

>She pokes her tongue at you conspiratorially, and flashes you her free hand

>The light glints off a nearly impossibly thin string.

>"I lied."

>She manipulates a string, and moments later the sound of a dropped metal plate can be heard.

>You peek into the venue and see the red-faced delinquent crouched, two cups in either hand, the plate abandoned.

>Wobbly, she shoots a glance your way, before apologising to those nearby and placing the cups on the plate again, to be delivered to the back of the kitchen.

>Utterly embarrassed, she makes her way towards the two of you

>She cannot keep the fury from her eyes, and so she doesn't meet either yours or your sisters. Her fists are balled and shaking, and her voice wavers, seething.

>"Y-you called. Mistress." The last word is almost a hiss. You're enjoying this. The inner sadist in you comes to play.

>"Dear, are you sure we want this one? She's awfully... unsteady on her feet, isn't she. Shouldn't the help be more... poised?"

>Your sister, ever the predator, immediately falls into her role, "Ara how true, how fortunate the mugs she dropped were already used" tug, "Just look at how she sways. And her hands are just shaking. This service isn't so great if this is all they deem us worthy of."

>She leans into the Angel's face, runs a finger up the girl's chin, "Is there something the matter, girl?"

>"N-No, mistress, master. I apologise for my poor conduct. If you've decided then?"

>"Ah, yes." You proceed to give your order to the girl, who bows and swiftly leaves. Your sister's voice floats over her shoulder.

>"Do try not to drop anything, dear."

>The two of you are alone again. "That was cruel, darling."

>"Me? That was mostly you there."

>"Ara, was it? ... You have such a strong look... I can see why she chased you."

>You can't help but scowl as you rest your back against the wall. "Who needs such a strong look?"

>She rubs her hand along your arm. "Sorry. Let's just enjoy tonight."

>You sigh and relax your face before turning to look at her, "No, I'm sorry." Face to face, the two of you are close now. The quiet fan in the corner of the room sweeps past the two of you every now and then, the gust of air carrying with it the scent of the woman before you.

>Her lips are... so soft. So full. She doesn't wear anything on her lips, so they are a light, fleshy pink. A naturally arousing colour.

>She herself has notices your closeness, and her lips part slightly, the tip of her tongue peeking out.

>You hesitate a split second. Here? Out in the open like this?

>She takes advantage of the split second to attack, stealing your lips with hers. Your lips part naturally, and she slips her tongue in, claiming everything of you.

>The kiss lasts until you notice the blushing and fidgeting angel with your cups of coffee. You tap your sis, and break the kiss.

>"Now who's the pervert? You didn't have to watch to the end."

>She places the cups down before flicking nervous eyes to your Onee "I-I simply didn't want to interrupt and gain mistress's... ire."

>It's hard to see her as the delinquent anymore

>A familiar mischief lights in your Onee's eyes as she considers the delinquent she brought to heel, however her eyes flash towards you, and the smile only deepens.

>"My ire? I'm... flattered but you..." She brushes her hand across yours and you feel a thin, absurdly strong thread slip between your fingers, "Are sorely mistaken."

>The angel pales at the passing of the reins, and you couldn't even bear to stifle the childish excitement you feel

>"What if I..." You give it a light tug and a counter clockwise twist.

>The angel doesn't remain pale for long. It doesn't hold up to par with your sister's masterful threadweaving, but your toying with her thread unravels the girl's composure no less

>You stifle a grin, and thank whatever divine providence lent you a secluded area of the cafe. Lamiae slither about, hips swaying seductively under their perfect balance. The odd succubus flits through the crowd here and there and the shy elves have their own fanbasses clustering about them.

>No one is going to miss the bandaged angel.

>She grits her teeth as her knees shake, "B-Bastard! I'll nev-hng~"

>You give the string a twist the other way, and the delinquent falls forward into your sister's bust, where the spider begins to pat the girl's head, distractedly, as she flushes, watching you intently. One of the hands patting the angel's head disappears between her pedipalps, followed by a wet schlicking.

>As you roll the web in your fingers, more and more you find yourself loosing interest in the squirming de-winged angel, falling deeper into your onee's luscious emerald eyes

>The distance between the two of you closes as you kiss passionately, the sounds of her lips and teeth playing and tugging at yours rising above those of the muffles cries of the angel

>Without noticing, your fingers twirl faster, causing the angel to shudder and quake. As she goes limp, her dead weight pushes into the spider and you feel her fang pierce your lip, flooding the area with venom

>She jumps back like she's just been jolted by electricity, "D-Darling! Are you okay?! I-I'm so sorry, I-"

>You halt her panicked cries with another kiss

>This one isn't so long though, lasting only long enough to let her worry drown within your mouth, muffled

>Her eyes are wide with worry, but you only grin, a small droplet of blood seeping from the wound. "Is there a problem?" the molten heat spreads its way through you, but you do your best to focus despite it, "first of all, this is only another part of you, right? Secondly, just what kind of brother did you raise? I can handle a little venom."

>It's hard to explain the expression that comes across her face. In modern society, venom comes with a bit of a stigma. Like some kind of "pro-actively consensual dating" drug. If you had to scrape together a few meagre words to describe it, it's like a woman being told her man lovingly accepts both the good and the bad

>Though that isn't entirely accurate either. It's not like you dislike the sensation. It's certainly a new one. You're surprised in her conquest she didn't try to bite you sooner, but you guess it's sort of like cheating.

>"O-Okay then, but... maybe I should... "deal" with your problem? I-I mean I did cause it." She says that, but it's clear she still isn't ready. No. You've a date, and by god if you'll let a little toxin fuck it up

>You lean a little closer, and return her little lovebite with one of your own, teeth nipping her earlobe, "Oor~, we could just leave it like this... building up, until we get home. Hey."

>"Y-yeah?" her blush smoulders as you whisper lewdities into her ear

>"How strong is that bed you wove?

>"Strong?"

>"Not strong enough," You leer.

>Finally you cast your gaze down to the forgotten angel, now sporting a larger grey-patch than before

>"You're still here? The quiche, if you will."

>"Yes...Master."

>She has to focus to not stumble over her words, and you see a glistening trail make its way down her thighs, trapped within the fabric of her stockings. Grinning, you release the leash, casting the distraction aside.

>Another Maid comes around with two plates of food, and you both thank her politely

>You're about to take a mouthful when you notice a portion missing.

>It appears between your eyes

>The spider wobbles the fork before you, "Say 'Ahhhn~'"

>You chuckle at the cliche'd line, "Ahhhn~"

>She pops the food into your mouth and giggles as she watches you chew, waiting for your reaction, as though she herself cooked it, "Well? How is it?"

>You grin, and dig your fork into her own slice, "Not as good as yours. 'Ahhhn~'"

>She opens her mouth, and you place the food inside, her full lips wrapping about the spoon.

>"Not as good as yours."

>"I know, right?"

>The rest of the food disappears amidst shared "Ahhhn~"s and it isn't long before the two of you sit together in relative silence. Well, there were a few bumps in the road, but it's time to grab the wheel and retake control of the "plan"

>You allow your eyes to wander as maids pass, and your spider picks up on it near instantly

>She pouts and ignores it at first, and then after you ogle a few more women, the turns her head away from you, completely ignoring your existence entirely

>Or, she would had her arms not wrapped around your arm, one of her legs around your waist, pulling you close to her

>Her determination to deny her nature and ignore you is adorable

>It's like watching a wurm try to fly

>She hasn't even realised that your attentions are now solely on her

>"Hmph!"

>You squeeze your lips together tighter than ever before, determined not to let out the "pfft" which rose to the surface

>Now she's trying to get your attention

>"H-HMMPH~!"

>She turns her face so that she can look at you, but her eyes are closed as if to say 'I'm still not noticing you.'

>She peeks an eye open to see if you're looking at her and only her again

>And gives a startled cry when both eyes and everything about you is watching her antics with rapt amusement

>"W-what are you smirking at?"

>The spider am become Pout, the Destroyer of hearts

>"Noothing~"

>"Heyy!"

>"What?"

>"Tell me!"

>"I love you."

>"N-Not that! W-well... maybe yes that... tell me again."

>"I love you"

>"Ehehe, I love you too."

>The two of you giggle as you rub noses together and talk nonsense

>The maid came and went, scowling as she delivered your desert

>This, of all your antics, caught a few eyes, reproachful though they were.

>Not that you particularly gave a fuck. Your onee didn't even notice, with you solely on her radar.

>This time the maid gave you four spoons

>When you unravelled the napkin holding them together, written in red lipstick was

>"Eat from your own fucking spoons <3"

>...

>"Hey... Sis...Ahhhhhn~"

>You paid for the meal, and the two of you left the establishment. By now the sun was begging to set, and how only an hour or two of life left, before the moon would take over.

>The venom was starting to get under your skin, so you took dire preventative measures, and bought a carton of coffee milk and two straws to soothe and cool your blood

>The next thing to catch your attention was a large photo-booth, large enough for even a centaur

>You had to drag her by the hand to get her to go in, as she keeps insisting that she didn't dress well enough to have her photo taken

>You have to all but push her in, and once manouvered, you hop onto her back again, and wrap your arms and legs around her torso, grinning from ear to ear as you rest your chin on her shoulder. The thing takes four photos, two of which were messed up by the spider not looking at the camera and hiding her face. The third is of you pulling her hands from her face, and the last is of both your blushing, grinning mugs smiling at the camera.

>You print two of the set, and hand her one, folding the other into quarters, and sliding it into your wallet, the final photo face up

>You nibble on her ear for the final say before you disembark, "Now you'll always be with me, no matter where I am."

>...

>She just stares at you for a moment

>"Hic"

>Oh shit

>You give her a hug, pre-empting the tears even

>"Hey, what is it? Did I say something wrong?"

>"N-no..." She sniffles, tears already falling freely, "I-It's nothing like that I just... just always dreamed of you saying something l-like that..."

>You hold her close to you, and pat down her crimson hair as her bright green eyes swim in moisture

>"H-hey..."

>"Yeah?"

>She rears up on her hind legs, and pulls you into her enormous bosom, arms wrapping around your head, her pedipalps folding around your hips, and her two front legs wrapping around your own

>"I-Is this real? Really? Really real?"

>"Mbrlfgrlfm."

>"Oh, s-sorry."

>You catch your breath, "Yeah, it's real. Maybe you need some... convincing. Think it's about time we headed home?"

>She looks at the photos in her hand, and pats her soft belly full of food

>"Yeah... today was... good."

>It's as the two of you return home, hand in hand that you see a nearby group of delinquents run down a nearby alleyway

>It brings to mind the consequences of your actions.

>Your mood sobers a little, until you look at your lover's serene, calm smile, and decide to yourself that come hell or high waters

>It's all worth it.

>That's not so say that you're not feeling any responsibility though

>You're nearly home when you come across a group of thugs ganging up on a girl in a poorly lit streetlight

>The two of you stop

>... It's the thugs from before

>The girl is putting up some fight, but her wooden sword is broken and she's holding her shoulder as though it's dislocated

>An amizon lands a kick to the girl's ribs and you see her form double over as ribs fracture

>Under the streetlight you catch the glinting light of a greyish-white halo wrapped around her bicep

>...Fuck

>You turn apologetic eyes to your Onee-chan, but gone is the girl on her first date with her husband-to-be, and in her place is the more familiar dependable, predatorial Onee-san

>"Fufu, I understand. It's okay. Lets teach them what happens when you fuck with the fly in a spider's web. Show me the man mother and I raised."

>You grin

>The venom before had already made you feel rowdy and you were nearing your limit

>It's time to let off some steam

>You sprint for the group harassing the angel, and razorwire zips past your ear, and flies up into the branches of one of the park trees ahead of you.

>The line goes taut as you leap into the air, the spider behind you exerting her strength to garrotte and decapitate a section of thick tree branch

>The branch separates form the tree, and a long section of wooden club falls into your open hands as if by magic

>Completing the fall, you bring the club down on the unsuspecting amazon's head, putting her out of commission

>A blow not fatal, but extremely painful

>Not to worry.

>She's a big girl

>You sound your battle cry, sneak attack completed, the next move it to stun and surprise

>"FOR YOU!"

>There's still six girls, an Oni, a hellhound, two succubi, a cheshire and a Ghoul

>Your spider appears from behind your shoulder, and slings web at the assailants

>You duck a fist and ram the end of your club into the sternum of one of the succubi

>The other has already been strung up with the hound, not strong enough to break the web, unwilling to burn it for fear of scorching her friend

>Three down

>The Oni sends a giant red fist towards your face which you barely manage to dodge in time

>Fortunately it puts you on the outside of her arm, and you swing the club down at the joint of her elbow, hearing a sickening and yet oh so satisfying snap

>The fight taken out of her, along with her arm, the oni drops to her knees and cradles her impotent limb, howling her anguishto the sky

>Something jumps on your back

>More accurately, something appears on your back, it latches claws in and bites at the back of your neck

>You grab it by the scruff of the neck and flip the blurring mass of purple and black

>It disappears before it can hit the group and reappears a short distance away

>The cheshire is puffing, but hot as hard as you. She's not bleeding from the back and neck, either.

>Out of the corner of your eye, you see the ghoul leap for your sister with her razor sharp claws, fangs glinting in the night

>The spider dances back, and grabs the girl by the wrist

>In a move born through pure savage instinct, she pulls the girl's wrist to the side with her explosive strength, flattening the ghoul's back against the spider's chest

>With her neck perfectly exposed, your sister bares her fangs, and plunges them deep into the defenceless flesh of the ghoul's neck

>Pumping ungodly amounts of envenomated aphrodisiac into the girl's blood, she drops her prey to the ground

>The undead sits in the dirt, eyes rolled back, tongue drooling as it takes its immediate effect. The girl plunges her fingers into her twat and begins to masturbate furiously, oblivious and insensate

>The cat, seeing herself outnumbered, bails, fading into the night

>The spider instantly forgets the girl schlicking in the dirt, and comes to your side, fingers already a gauze of shiny web

>You drop the club to the ground and slap her hands away as she tends to your wounds, "Are you alright?"

>"Yeah, but do that later. We need to get out of here NOW"

>You case a worried glance to the oni cradling her broken limb, slowly working herself up into a berserker rage

>You pick the unconscious angel up in your arms, and leg it back to your house, your sister not too far behind. Thankfully, it wasn't that far, just a few blocks over. The two of you rush to the house and slam the door shut behind you

>You nearly trip over the doorstep

>Safe, the web is on her fingers instantly, "Now, come here."

>You smile up at her, "Sure." and take your shirt off

> She begins to spin bandages around your wounded back, and neck

>"I'll disinfect this later. The web can stand to be soaked so I'll splash on some alcohol."

>"Right. Fix her up too, if you could"

>"Ohoho, back so soon, you too?" The old spider pops her head around, her eyes going wide when she takes not of your state, and the random girl still in your arms

>"Oh, mum, perfect timing. Fix her up please." You pass the unconscious girl to your mother.

>"I w-wha?"

>"No time to explain!" You grab your sister by the hand and lead her up the stairs to your room

>There's a brief moment of confusion, but it doesn't last long

>You carefully take off your clothes as fast as you can, taking extra care with the fabrics your wife-to-be wove for you

>You toss them into the air where they get stuck in web, like improvised hangers

>When you turn around, your sister is already nude, with shreds of cloth pooled around her legs

>"...What? I can just make more for myself."

>"... right." You fish around your pants for your wallet, and take out the home-made condom, feeling yourself already growing rigid in anticipation

>The spider takes it from your hand, and tears the packet with her teeth, using the free hand to push you down onto the web

>She lowers her body as you bounce on the suspended web and the condom disappears inside her mouth. Before you get to question anything, her hands wrap around your cock, already dribbling pre, and begin to pump up and down

>She brings her lips to the head of your cock and you feel a thin, light film cover your cock the further down she takes it

>You understood condoms to suck

>Uh, pardon the pun

>Dull the sensations. Useless

>If anything, as she deepthroats your cock and rolls the rest of the condom down your shaft with her mouth, the way the web clings to your dick makes it feel nearly twice as good

>"Puwah~" She slides your cock out of her mouth, and she pushes you further into the web, her legs climbing up to get a good purchase.

>"H-how did you take my cock so easily?"

>She blushes, "Uh...I...uh....may have a dildo that's the exact replica of your dick..."

>"... When and how?"

>She shrugs, "Remember those really intense wet dreams a few months back."

>It's your turn to blush. How did she know about those? Oh, god if she knew it was about her, you'd never live it down...

>"Yeah, um... less wet dream and more "dick measurement" a-any way, less talk, more consummation"

>She puts her hands down on your shoulders and holds you in place as she tries to insert your throbbing hardness, hands free.

>It catches on the top of her pussy, and bends as she tries to force you in

>The pressure becomes too much, and your cock springs free, the head flicking against her clit, shocking her with sensations so potent her arms nearly collapse under her

>She realigns herself, and this time traps your cock against your stomach, pushing back and forth with her eight legs, rubbing her moist lips up and down the length of your shaft, lubricating it in her copious pussy juices

>"H-Hey... Wanna make this first time something crazy?"

>"Wuh-What do you mean?" She bites her lip as the sensations overtake her, flooding her mind with carnal bliss.

>You bare your neck to her, "Bite."

>She stops moving. "I...Are you sure?"

>You nod.

>She starts moving again, ever so slightly as she bends down to kiss at your neck

>"I love you." Her fangs slide into you

>"I love you too." Molten sex courses through your veins, and you clutch at her back, as your body goes rigid with shock

>And then it goes warm

>And hard

>"D-do you have any venom left?"

>"I-I'm not sure we sh-"

>You bring her forearm up to her mouth, and grin in your lust haze

>"Bite."

>Her eyes go wide, and then soften to sultry as she opens her mouth and sinks her teeth deep into her own arm.

>You feel her tense up as her body goes though a similar reaction to your own

>Her hips begin to move

>Faster and faster, she picks up the pace, sawing her cunt along the length of your cock, until she's practically panting in her heat

>"I-I need..." She slides down to the base

>"N-need you." She slides up to the tip, the head of your cock threatening penetration

>"In." She picks her hips up, and slams down, piercing her hymen and taking you to the hilt in one motion.

>"THAT CONDOM WAS INSIDE MY BODY FIRST"

>"..." You think you hear your mother yell something, but the sensations of your sister's walls wrapping and coiling about your cock take precedence. Your Onee-chan blushes a deep, bloody crimson.

>"D-did hear so-"

>"NO I-uh... didn't hear anything."

>"Oh... okay then."

>"H-how does it feel."

>"G-good. Way better than your panties."

.>"W-what?!"

>"Unf... kidding. Are you moving yet? It feels like you're c-convulsing around me."

>You grit your teeth and close your eyes, mind plunged as deep as your cock is in the intoxicating mix of venom and cunt

>"Not... yet."

>Her eight legs surge forwards and she pushed you so that your back is propped up against the wall.

>You gasp with the impact, and as you open your mouth, she wraps her lips around yours, her tongue wrapping and coiling around your own tongue in tandem with the walls of her pussy

>Her abdomen sways back and forth as she thrusts you into her and soon you find yourself matching her pace, all the venom in your body taking control, making you rut into her almost mindlessly, hips moving of their own accord

>You bring a hand up and begin to maul at her hand-filling breasts

>She moans into your mouth as you twist and roll her nipples, your free hand wrapping around her back, guiding her forward onto you

>She breaks the kiss,

>Rather, continues her kiss down your neck, trailing love bites, fang empty, long since milked of their cargo, deposited deep into your bloodstreams

>"Love... Love you,

>I love you,

>I love you."

>She repeats this mantra as though it were her sole lifeline, the only thing separating her from her current lust-fuelled sanity, and oblivion

>You mimic her, trailing kisses up and down her neck in turn.

>You trace the kisses further up, licking and kissing the fine, delicate lines of her jaw, before taking her pointed ear into your mouth, nibbling at it, and licking

>She shudders in your arms, and her walls tighten about your cock, milking it exquisitely

>"Oho, are your ears that much of a weak spot."

>"D-don't tease it."

>She wrenches backward, pedipalps wrapping around your hips, keeping you lodged inside her

>Laying flat again, she trails her kisses all over your chest, sucking light bruises up to the surface, panting heavy as the venom wreaks its havoc through her system

>"L-Little brother I'm...cum with me. Mark me as yours"

>"Nnh, and I held on for so long, too. Alright. I'll cum with you. Now!" You buck up violently one last time, making her bounce atop you

>Your cock throbs, growing thicker as it prepares to dump your seed inside of her.

>In thick, ropey strands you paint her womb a hot white, claiming her deepest places.

>She cries and quivers around you as she cums, the walls of her cunt milking you of every last drop and then some.

>Wait.

>Her womb?

>The door to your room creaks open and the older spider pops her head in, the two of you fucked too insensate to care about modesty