The Free City of Carnalie Pt. 02 – Fetish – Free Sex Story

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The Free City of Carnalie is one of the new Free Cities of Earth.

A very new phenomenon, only a few generations old, and born from the failures of a dying society.

When old Earth became bogged down in hyperinflation, religious dogmas, and the slow death of capitalism, an elite group of ultra-rich business magnates decided to use the many hidden-away technologies, which were not profitable enough for the greedy capitalists, to create their own view of Utopia. As the years passed by, and old Earth became ever more hateful towards peace-loving people simply trying to live out their days, the many new Free Cities flourished in the presence of stagnation and prejudice.

In the first few decades since the first Free Cities were founded, many more were built all over the world, all with different rules and traditions depending on the views of their architects, but all shared independence from the old powers of the world.

Carnalie was one of the original Free Cities, situated near the coast of Southern America, close to the equator, with an always warm and pleasant climate year-round. It was Free and independent from the rest of the world, living by its own rules and newly created lewd traditions of its creator. It was closed off and protected by technologies long-forgotten, and by the feverous will of its people. Few people could get in, and no one leaves. Once you’re in, then you are there for life. Very little provable information is known about the way of life there, although unreliable rumors circle on the dark web if you can bypass the new Internet Censoring Technologies of the new Zealotry ministries.

The Free City of Carnalie is a wholly different place to live. Its perverted way of life is in stark contrast to the rest of the world, where rules are becoming more draconian everywhere, and turning more hostile towards people enjoying personal freedoms and the joys of bodily pleasures. With human sexuality quickly becoming ever more suppressed thanks to a growing religious radicalism, Carnalie has become one of the last bastions of sexual liberation on Earth.

Wars and ideological conflicts are becoming more and more common in the Old Earth, with militia groups forming every day, vowing for power combating the old, governments, and the Free Cities are becoming one of the few final refuges for people wishing for a different life.

What follows is just another episode in the lives of people living in the many Free Cities.


It was close to noon when Jackson and Jillian Offerman finally got up from their bed.

The sun was already shining high through the polarized windows, giving an amazing view outside.

Although the apartment building next to theirs was closer than either Jack or Jill would have liked, there was still enough room in between the two tall buildings for a lush climbing plant wall. It was early summertime and the plant was now bright green again, with new life springing forth and a warm gentle breeze blowing throughout the day.

Jackson and Jillian lived on the fifteenth floor of their apartment building for almost six months now.

Not a day goes by that they aren’t deeply grateful for finding the necessary immigration papers to move to Carnalie from the wreckage of their old neighborhood. They were on their way home from a social gathering on a cold evening, walking side by side, when some random missile, the fourth that week, was fired by one of the many religious zealots and exploded right in the middle of the street. The blast destroyed the whole neighborhood and their old home among the others.

While they weren’t inside the blast radius, and were physically healthy after the explosion, seeing their old home, the house they grew up in, blown up in front of them, left deeper scars than any injury would. Their parents were already dead for some time, so luckily no one else was home, but several neighbors were not that lucky. After a few hours of digging through the wrecked houses, Jackson came upon a blown open safe, inside which he found two immigration papers, some extra cash, and a gun. One of the neighbors was, it seems, in the process of moving to one of the infamous Free Cities called Carnalie, but now that plan was handed over to a twenty-five-year-old Jackson and his twenty-year-old Sister Jillian.

Even though this was close to half a year ago, the memories were still fresh on either of their minds, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night in terror. But the people at Carnelie were so very understanding over their experiences and helped the sibling pair as best they could. The hospitality and compassion of the people living here were unheard of back home, and it took some time to even get used to it. In Carnalie, consent was key, otherwise, their society would not work, and seemingly everyone understood that.

But now they were safe and protected, living in a comfortable little apartment so generously granted to them by the Carnalie city administration. Even though it was much smaller than the two-story house they grew up in, it was made up for with perfectly air-conditioned rooms along with some kind of barely-noticeable ambiance generator, topped off with lush greenery all over the whole city, and very friendly neighbors.

The apartment itself was nothing remarkable – just a simple one-room apartment, but very spacious and with a high ceiling, which both of them grew to like and appreciate, finished off with a nice balcony overlooking one of the boulevards of Carnalie.

Of course, living without any privacy was difficult for the first few weeks, and created many tensions for them, especially for Jackson. This was because, as is the tradition in Carnalie, privacy was non-existent. There were no walls in the apartment, only a single large room. All four corners of the large apartment were filled with the necessities – a kitchen, Shower, bed, and toilet.

They were placed in the four corners, and without any separating walls, with only a semi-transparent screen in front of the toilet, barely high enough to cover the toilet bowl.

And even though the first weeks were difficult and wildly awkward for both of them, the incredibly lewd traditions of Carnalie wore off on the siblings rather fast…


“Mmm, thanks for breakfast,” Jill hummed contently, looking up at her brother with her big gray eyes, wiping a loose drop of her brother’s sperm inside her mouth, “You taste amazing, as always.”

“I loved the thing you did with your tongue in the end there, totally drove me crazy with that!” Jackson replied and finally got up from the bed, after a rather long morning of mostly eating out his little Sister.

“Yeah, Amelie shared an article yesterday, said to try it out on you. I’m gonna put that technique in my repertoire,” Jill said contently, enjoying the salty taste of her brother’s cum in her mouth. It didn’t take long at all for Jill to crave the taste of sperm in an almost addictive way. There were times she pondered how she could have lived without even knowing how amazing and caring her big brother really was. Back home, she didn’t even think about him in a sexual way, and most of the time ignored Jack.

And now, out of the few hundreds of thousands of people living in Carnalie, she would end up falling in Love with her own brother and only fantasizing about him, not being interested in anyone else at all.

What a strange turn of events indeed.

“You definitely should. I feel kind of selfish, though. I only ate you out twice. You sure you don’t want one Orgasm before we go?”

“Nah, I couldn’t possibly go for another round. I’m rubbed and raw all over.”

“Yeah, but you like it,” Jack said knowingly, gawking at his Sister‘s naked body while she was walking around in the kitchen, brewing some locally grown coffee.

Jill only winked back, making a heart sign with her fingers above her breast so that she covered her pink perky nipple.

Jillian was exactly on the bell curve of average height but was always self-conscious about the thin body type she thought she had, especially least compared to most other women in Carnalie. But Jill’s insecurity perplexed Jackson because for him she had literally the perfect body, which should have been declared a wonder of the world.

He only had eyes for his Sister.

For Jackson, Jill had a tight and bouncy butt, which looked amazing both from afar and especially up close. She also had those cute small breasts which were at most B cups as far as Jack could figure out, but oh-so-fun to play with, topped off with those little perky nipples poking upward when she was aroused. On that morning her long auburn hair was all messy and in sweaty clumps all over her back, with her whole appearance looking freshly fucked and raw, in a primal sexual way.

“Hmm, getting excited again, big brother?” Jill teased and wiggled her butt, still being a little sweaty all over from the previous Love-making session.

“Always when looking at you,” Jack replied and walked next to her, thinking that perhaps helping his Sister cook some breakfast, which was now technically lunch, would help calm his mind for a bit. “Fuck, Jill, you’re so fucking gorgeous I can’t help myself.”

Jill smiled widely over the compliment and kissed Jack passionately, wrapping herself against him again, making it very obvious just how much she appreciates his compliments.

“Ugh, I’m still leaking from both holes,” Jill laughed after a while, rubbing her crotch and feeling a bit of wet spunk dribble down her upper thighs, “Now the question is, should I go out looking like this or Shower…”

“Up to you, sis. I think I’m going for a Shower before we leave. Looks like it’s going to be a Hot day today, so I’ll end up being sweaty anyway,” Jack said as he walked out on the balcony with a Hot cup of coffee. As he opened the screen window, almost twice his height, he felt the gentle subtropical breeze chill his naked and still slightly sweaty skin.

Jill stepped in front of him and leaned back against her brother with a deep sigh, loving the feeling of her tall and strong big brother holding her against him.

“Funny how life works out, ain’t it…” she mumbled to herself, enjoying the sunlight, warm wind, and the muted sounds of the city she now calls home.

“I still find it hard to believe sometimes as well. I still wake up some mornings, somehow still confused at where I am, thinking I should get myself ready for my shift at the factory again…”

“Honestly, Jack, that damned factory would have killed you eventually.”

“Yeah… That was only half a year ago.”

“But six amazing months!”

“Amazing, sure, but fucking crazy!”

They shared a hearty laugh and finished their coffee in silence, enjoying a brief respite before going out and facing the Carnalie streets and their new friends. Since it was Saturday, they only planned on meeting up with Amelie, wherever she might be, and then going for an early dinner party at the Hansley house. They hoped to be back home by the end of the day, but with Carnalie, you never really know.

Especially on the weekends.

During weekdays everything was more organized, with people actually going to work, instead of indulging in their desires, and maintaining the city and keeping everything running. But on the weekends, everyone let loose in the most debauched way, especially at night.


“What do you think, bro? Should I wear a top or panties today?” Jill pondered in front of a large closet, leaning from one side to the other, standing naked in the middle of the apartment.

“Uhm… panties! Just for a change.”

“Oh, no, forget that! I know exactly what I’ll wear. Don’t worry, you’ll Love it.”

“Anything looks amazing on you, sis.”

“Oh, shut up. All this flattery might get you more than you bargained,” Jill laughed again and dug through the bottom drawer, all but pushing her freshly washed butt in her brother’s face again.

Jack could not contain himself. Seeing Jill’s opened legs and increasing wetness right in front of him, he grabbed those soft and shapely thighs and eagerly started licking her puckered hole. Her back door tasted slightly of edible soap, which was standard for Carnelie, and with a heavy mix of Jill’s own intimate flavor Jack now so eagerly loved. He simply could not hold himself back, feeling another powerful surge of arousal, and pushed his tongue deep inside his Sister‘s anus.

“Hey! No fair! St- Ugh! Fuck, stop wait no no no…” Jill rambled as she turned around and dropped to the floor, spreading her legs wide open as an invitation.

“Giving me mixed signals here, sis,” Jack smirked, face buried in between her legs, with his nose resting above her tidy little bush. Her pubic hair was a bit too wild for her liking now, but Jack seemed to enjoy some hair above her Pussy, so she maintained it right, as her brother preferred. Besides, it acted perfectly as a cum-catching rug and looked spectacular with a dried cum load over it.

“Ugh… Oh fuck, no please, we neeeeeeed to go!” Jill moaned again, grabbing her brother’s head and pushing it hard against her lower lips. Although licking his Sister‘s Pussy was one of Jackson’s favorite activities, they had to leave if they didn’t want to be late to see Amelie. Being late was both very common in Carnelie, but also very frowned upon, with all its many distractions. If people were not on time, everything would start falling apart.

“Alright, but you still taste the best. I don’t know if I could go out without the taste of your Pussy on my lips,” Jack said dreamily, leaning his chin on her pubic mound, idly tracing lines on her lower stomach, “But anyway, you said you have a plan for an outfit?”

Jill was pouting on the floor, legs spread out and her crotch wet again from both her own juices and her brother’s mouth. But that was an act, of course, as both of them knew, and soon enough she put on a tight, black tank top with the stylized words ‘Jizz Canvas’ on it, already messed with a few old cum streaks. It was a special piece of clothing, made from a very absorbent material and meant to be ejaculated on without needing washing in between. The result was a black top with perpetually visible cum stains.

A Carnalie staple piece of clothing.

“Oh, the Cum Top! You haven’t worn this in months!” Jack exclaimed excitedly, knowing exactly what was to come.

“I know, right? It used to be one of my favorite tops. I Love it so much. Why haven’t I worn this…”

“Because the clit throbber was so much better,” Jack joked, imitating suction sounds.

“Oh god, don’t remind me. That was the worst!”

Jill then almost sucked the life out of Jack again, putting her newly gained dick-sucking experience to use, and milking her brother’s cock dry again. She aimed his Orgasm right at her face and top, smearing the cum all over her face, on purpose, ruining her mascara and lipstick by the end. The Cum Top was now wet and sticky.

“Mmm, nice and messy. Ready for the day!” Jill sang happily.

“I still don’t know if I like the Cumming this much all the time,” Jack mumbled, helping his Sister up from the floor, and enjoying the sight of Jill’s face ruined again by his latest load.

“I Love it. The more the better,” Jill said happily, “Do you remember the first time we masturbated in front of each other? You came so little that I was a bit disappointed. I tried my hardest to give you a show, and you only dribbled out a few sad drops of cum for me!”

“Hey, don’t judge! I was scared out of my mind and so anxious about disappointing you or scaring you off! I was surprised I could even get my dick hard. And trust me, your show was the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

“Aww, you’re flattering me again.”

“Shut up, let’s go already!”

Before they left, Jill was checking herself out from the mirror one last time.

She was wearing the Cum Top, simple slip-on shoes on her feet, and that was it. Jill had only had on one piece of clothing, covered in drying jizz, as her outfit.

That was a tradition in Carnalie, she’d fit right in.

Jack decided to put on just some loose, but extremely short, boxer shorts and a pair of sneakers.


The sibling pair left their apartment by wiping a keycard in front of the panel, which then opened their front door and closed after them.

The hallway was rather empty for Saturday midday, with only a few people walking in the opposite direction already far away. Jack and Jill lived differently from their neighbors, preferring nontransparent walls. Or for their standard – normal walls. Walls which every passer-by could not see through. But most people living in Carnalie apartment buildings preferred having their walls to be transparent. So as the sibling pair was walking towards the exit of their building, they could see absolutely everything their neighbors were doing.

First, they passed the Kuntz’s, who were the wildest with their lascivious lifestyle.

Harold and Regina Kuntz were born and raised in Carnalie, and lived wild and loose. They preferred to leave their front door open for anyone to join their wild orgies lasting from early morning until past midnight. That Saturday was no exception. As they were passing by, Jack and Jill waved warmly at the older married couple, who were both busy fucking at least three other people. When a worn-out Regina noticed their shy, but sweet neighbors pass, she jumped up from the bed and ran out to say hi.

“Oh hello dear neighbors, how are you? Are you having a good day? Jillian, I Love your outfit. You’re starting to fit right in. Are you still holding firm on only fucking your brother?” a very excited Regina Kuntz told the sibling pair while looking absolutely obscene, like she’d been run through by an entire team of men.

She was covered in sweat and a few loads of cum, as was the tradition in Carnalie, and a rather potent smell to go along with it.

However, both Jack and Jill found themselves being aroused by the intimate smells, when in the first few months it was very off-putting. Regina also had light bruises all over her legs, waist, and neck, with her soaked Pussy all red and raw, and day-old makeup smeared on her face. The sibling pair have never seen the married couple with clothes on, or in a clean state. Jack even joked one time if they’d recognize them all clean and proper. Probably not. Although Regina appeared to be an older woman, Jack suspected that people aged a lot slower in Carnalie. So, in that light, Regina might have been anywhere from fifty to who knows how old.

“Hey, Regina. Thanks for the compliment. And yes, I’m still holding firm on that. It just makes sense to me, you know?”

“Oh, that’s so sweet, darling. It’s so precious to find someone that’s making you feel like this. Can I at least have a taste?” she pleaded in her own sweet way, which was in such a strong contrast to how obscene she looked.

“Uhm, yes alright,” Jill replied hesitantly, and Regina politely scooped a fingertip worth of still wet cum from her top and licked it clean.

“Mmm, wonderful. I understand if that’s all you’d want to eat all day,” Regina said happily and went in for a hug, with a polite Jill taking half a step back to not get completely smeared by dozens of strangers’ cum.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, dear. I tend to forget myself,” Regina jumped back as she caught herself.

“No, I’m sorry, Regina, it’s just…”

“No, don’t excuse yourself, I understand. Well, no, I don’t understand, but I find it so sweet. Well, I better go before the men get soft, but have a fine day. Jack, you better fill her mouth up again before dinnertime!”

“Will do, Regina. Thanks.”

Regina then turned around and went back inside. As soon as she stepped into her apartment, the three men she was fucking immediately grabbed her waist and legs, threw her on the couch, and stuffed all her holes full of cock again. All that could be heard after, were wet sounds coming from Regina trying her best to throat-fuck the man in front of her, while Harold was right next to her, trying to screw three women around the same age.

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