New Title: Andrew's Abstinence
- Mar 28
- 10 min read
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Some stories just stick with you. They deserve a little more than the treatment they got the first round. Sasha's Obsession, for instance. Another of those was a short story I published a few years ago, which has remained a favorite for a lot of people. So, I've decided to give it its due and release my second Deviant's Edition of a classic story.
Since the bones of this have been around for a while, I don't think it needs a lot of introduction. Much like Sasha's Obsession, this story revolves around another obsessed sister. However, Becky's brother is far less willing to engage in her incestuous desires than Sasha's brother. Because Andrew has just returned from a church retreat, and he's taken a vow of purity to remain a virgin until marriage.
Becky, however, sees that as a personal challenge. 18-year-old boys aren't meant for that shit. They're jerk-off-crazed, horny, walking cocks that need to be used. And Becky is going to make sure her brother understands that.
The original story clocked in at ~5,000 words. This edition adds significant content, new scenes of sibling seduction, and has been greatly expanded to 45,000 words of lusty, sinful, vow-breaking erotica. The original story is also included as a bonus chapter.
I'm also offering this release with the longest video story I've done to date. You can read on past the preview chapter if you want to know more about that.
Chapter Headings:
Length: 45K Words, 10 chapters
The Vow
Hold Me
The Cunt Rubber
The Intrusion
The Inappropriate Easter
Afternoon Assault
Marcy
Penance
The Handjob
Your Pussy
Chapter Four Preview: The Intrusion
Andrew woke with crusty eyes and a sour taste in his mouth. He hadn’t slept more than twenty minutes at a stretch all night, his mind replaying Becky’s midnight visit like a torture device. The sheet where she’d ground her pussy against his cock had dried stiff with her juices. Her panties still lay on the floor where he’d thrown them, a crumpled reminder of his weakness. His balls ached with built-up pressure, his cock semi-hard even now, as if it had forgotten how to be soft. He needed a shower. Needed to wash away the scent of her, the feel of her, the shame of his own body’s betrayal.
The hallway seemed longer than usual as he padded toward the bathroom, toiletry bag clutched in white-knuckled fingers, towel wrapped defensively around his waist. Every creak of the floorboards made him flinch, expecting Becky to appear from her room. But the house remained quiet. Safe. Her door was closed, no light spilling from beneath it.
Andrew slipped into the bathroom, closed the door, and for the first time since returning home, twisted the lock firmly into place. The small click was surprisingly satisfying, a tiny victory in his ongoing war against temptation. For the first time in days, he exhaled fully. Here, locked away, he could breathe. Could think.
The mirror showed a stranger, hollow-eyed, pale, his face drawn with exhaustion. The purity ring on his finger caught the fluorescent light, a silver reminder of who he was supposed to be. Who he had been, before Becky’s campaign of torment began.
Water hissed from the showerhead, steam billowing upward as Andrew stepped under the spray. The heat felt good on his tense muscles, cascading over his shoulders, down his back. He closed his eyes, tilting his face into the stream. Here, he could almost pretend the last three days hadn’t happened. That he was still the devout, committed boy who’d returned from camp full of holy purpose.
The metallic scrape of something in the door lock snapped his eyes open. Andrew’s heart seized in his chest. “No,” he whispered, watching in horror as the knob turned.
Becky slipped inside, a hairpin held between her fingers like a trophy. She wore nothing. Not a stitch of clothing covered her body, just naked skin, big tits with dark nipples pointed directly at him, the trimmed thatch of hair between her legs not hiding the pink folds of her cunt.
“Morning, Drew,” she said casually, as if they were passing in the hallway fully clothed, not standing naked in the steamy bathroom.
“What the—Becky! Get out!” Andrew’s hands flew to cover his groin, but it was too late. His traitor cock was already responding, lengthening, hardening at the sight of her naked body.
Becky ignored him. She stepped toward the shower, pulled back the curtain, and slipped inside with him. Water immediately plastered her hair to her head, ran in rivulets down her breasts, between her thighs.
“What are you doing? Get out!” Andrew backed against the tile wall, as far from her as the small space would allow. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide his rapidly growing erection.
“Did you sleep well?” Becky asked, ignoring his protests. She stepped closer, her body mere inches from his. “I didn’t. I was too wet. Too horny, thinking about you.”
Before Andrew could respond, she closed the distance between them, pressing her naked tits against his chest, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his now fully erect cock.
“Becky! Don’t!” Andrew tried to squirm away, but the shower was small, the tiles slippery. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to send them both crashing to the floor. His hands grabbed her shoulders, intending to push her back, but the feel of her slick skin beneath his palms sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.
Her lips found his, warm and insistent, as her hand began to stroke his erection. Up and down, her grip firm but not painful, water and soap making the glide smooth. Andrew’s knees nearly buckled at the sensation, the first time in his life anyone but himself had touched his cock.
“You can just let me jerk you off with my hand,” Becky murmured against his lips between kisses. “That’s not breaking your vow, right? That’s not even sex, and you’re not masturbating.”
The perverse logic made Andrew’s head spin. Or maybe that was the blood rushing from his brain to his cock as Becky’s hand continued its torturous movements, thumb circling the sensitive head, fingers squeezing just right around the shaft.
“No! It’s wrong!” Andrew protested, but his voice lacked conviction. His hips betrayed him, pushing into her touch, seeking more friction, more pressure. His balls drew up tight, an orgasm already building after nearly two weeks without release.
“I’ll bet you need to cum really bad,” Becky whispered, her free hand finding his balls, cupping them gently. “These are so full and tight. When’s the last time you came, Drew? At camp? Before?”
Andrew’s breathing came in short, ragged gasps. He tried to push her hand away, but his movement lacked strength, his resistance crumbling with each stroke of her fingers.
“Did you think about me last night?” Becky continued, her lips brushing his ear now, her voice a husky whisper nearly drowned by the pounding water. “Did you touch your cock and think about putting it in my mouth? Or were you thinking about my pussy?”
“Stop,” Andrew groaned, but it sounded weak even to his own ears. Her hand felt so good, so much better than his own ever had. His cock leaked pre-cum, mixing with the shower water, his balls tight and aching for release.
“My pussy is so wet for you, Drew,” Becky murmured, her lips trailing down his neck now, her tongue leaving hot trails on his wet skin. “It’s always wet. When I think about your dick, it makes my pussy so wet. Sometimes, I lie awake at night, and I touch it, thinking about you.”
She squeezed his cock harder, stroking faster now, sensing his approaching climax. “I think about getting on my knees and putting my lips around your cock. I think about looking up at you while I suck it and seeing the pleasure on your face, knowing that I’m making you feel good.”
The images her words painted pushed Andrew dangerously close to the edge. His cock throbbed in her grip, the head swollen and purple, veins standing out along the shaft. One more stroke. Maybe two. That’s all it would take to send him over, to spray his cum all over his sister’s hand, her stomach, maybe even those tits that pressed so insistently against his chest.
“Our Father, who art in heaven,” Andrew began reciting desperately, eyes squeezed shut, “hallowed be Thy name...”
The prayer felt like grasping at a lifeline in a hurricane. But somehow, miraculously, it gave him the strength to wrench himself away from Becky’s grip. He stumbled out of the shower, nearly slipping on the wet tile, grabbing blindly for his towel.
“Drew, wait!” Becky called, but Andrew was already wrapping the towel around his waist, his still-hard cock tenting the fabric obscenely. Water pooled at his feet as he fled the bathroom, leaving wet footprints down the hallway to his room.
Inside, he locked the door, though he knew now how useless that was against Becky’s determined intrusions. His cock throbbed painfully, balls drawn up tight, on the verge of an orgasm that never came. His hands shook as he dressed, pulling on jeans over his unsatisfied erection, grabbing a t-shirt, his wallet, his keys.
He couldn’t stay here. Not today. Not with Becky escalating her attacks, breaking through every barrier he tried to erect. Not with his own body betraying him so completely, his cock hardening at her slightest touch, his willpower dissolving like sugar in hot coffee.
Andrew thundered down the stairs, ignoring his mother’s startled question from the kitchen about breakfast. The front door slammed behind him, his truck keys clutched in trembling fingers. He needed sanctuary. Needed guidance. Needed to be anywhere but in that house with the sister who seemed determined to destroy everything he believed in.
The church parking lot was empty when he arrived. Perfect. He didn’t want to explain himself to anyone, didn’t want sympathetic looks or probing questions about the dark circles under his eyes or the haunted expression he knew he wore.
Inside the quiet sanctuary, Andrew dropped to his knees in the first pew. His phone buzzed in his pocket, probably Becky, or maybe his mother wondering where he’d run off to without a word. He ignored it, turning it off without looking at the screen.
“Please,” he whispered to the empty church, his voice breaking on the single syllable. “Please help me.”
But as the silent minutes stretched into hours, as he moved from prayer to helping with the food pantry, to preparing for Easter Sunday, Andrew wondered if anyone was listening at all. His cock had finally softened, his body exhausted by days of arousal without release. But the images remained burned in his brain, Becky’s naked body in the shower, her hand wrapped around his cock, her lips against his ear whispering filth.
And beneath it all, the terrifying knowledge that he was weakening. That each encounter left him with less resistance, less conviction, less strength to fight what his body so desperately wanted.
How long before he broke completely? Before his cock overruled his conscience? Before he became exactly what he most feared, a slave to his basest desires, his vow shattered beyond repair?
Andrew stared at his purity ring, the silver band catching the light from the stained glass windows. It no longer felt like a promise or a shield. It felt like a time bomb, ticking steadily down to the moment of his inevitable surrender.
Andrew's Abstinence Visualized
I tell stories. It's what I've always done, and what I love to do. While nothing would please me more than to have my stories adapted into real visual mediums, with hot porn actresses and hung studs, this seems like a thing that will never happen. Thus, I have been experimenting with those mediums that are available to me.
In the past, I have commissioned artwork for the site, but truly bringing stories to life has still remained out of reach. So, with the technology that exists, I've been pushing the boundaries using AI image and video. I understand that some people have strong feelings about the medium. I respect that, and I even understand it on a personal level. Several of my books were part of the training data included in the Anthropic lawsuit. However, it doesn't change my opinion on using certain tools in the pursuit of storytelling.
I have so far released some crude video stories of The Reluctant Suckslut, and I have made two more actual (very amateur) film-style adaptations of The Magic of Forgotten Sluts and Think About It. I've also been working with Lisa on our joint YouTube venture, where we're creating original stories together in anime style, revolving around scenarios of mind control and hypnosis. Those feature ErotiKInks characters in a variety of roles, and also some story easter eggs from the DomCo series. Hop on over if you want to check it out. You'll get to see characters like Jessie, Ellen, Sara, Lisa, Sophie, and the Hamlin Twins being turned into puppy girls, kittens, hive-mind infested cheerleaders, or magically brainwashed.
For this release, I went the same direction as Think About It and created an entire shot-for-shot recreation of the original story. This is not images or video clips with narration, but another attempt at narrative video. I will not ever say "film" because it is not. I am not a filmmaker, and I will never be. I'm a writer just trying to use other tools to tell my stories. If you would like to watch them, cool. If you would like to avoid them, also cool.
How it was done
Putting together this 20-minute story involved 154 images, 215 videos (based on the images), and 117 voice clips, then 6 days of editing, adding sound, and music, to produce the final video. That includes the fully rendered handjobs, sucking, and sex scenes. Here's a gallery of some of those still shots used to create the final video clips.
So, how did the end result come out? It has its rough spots, but I was pleased overall. I'm really pushing the boundaries of what's currently possible with visual narratives of this length, especially with how dialogue-heavy my stories are. Total consistency, while it's getting better, is still very difficult across every individual shot. The acting is about on par with what you see in porn. I imagine a lot of video and voice models were actually trained on a ton of porn, considering it's one of the biggest freely available datasets on the internet.
So, overall, I've determined that I'm going to continue pursuing this type of content as it develops. It certainly has potential for small-time nobodies like me, who just want to get our stories out there. If you'd like to get the video, it's included in both the Black Box Volume 8, and the Andrew's Abstinence Multimedia Edition.
The Black Box: Volume 8
This edition of The Black Box includes stories released from The Black Room, as well as the Multimedia Edition of Andrew's Abstinence. The following stories are included:
Brittany's New Girlfriend (31K Words: Noncon, forced lesbian, humiliation, degradation, sex slave, group sex) - Carrie, a straight girl, is forced into a lesbian relationship with a school bully, while her mother is used by her bully's parents.
Compound Suggestion (34K Words: Hypnosis, humiliation, degradation, incest, noncon) - Andrea's big mouth is ruining her life. So, she employs a hypnotist to help her learn when to keep her mouth shut...and when to open it.
Altering Ashley (26K Words: Hypnosis, humiliation, degradation, noncon) - When she discovers her best friend is actually her worst enemy, Lindsey plots hypnotic revenge on the girl who betrayed her.
Normal (30K Words: Incest, seduction, humiliation) - Curtis is the only "normal" person in his family, surrounded by three perverted women. Can he manage to keep out of his family's incestuous affairs? Loosely based on the short story Evan's Embarrassing Family.
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