Living with my mom and sister has always been hard, but not for the reason one may think. Cassandra is a pain in the ass, sure, but that I can deal with. When my mom is a surgically enhanced bimbo stripper, and my sister is a trashy slut with clothes that never leave much to the imagination, that's when things become complicated.
I was always a good kid. I never did anything wrong, really, except for when Cassandra roped me into something stupid. Unfortunately, this is the story of my sister roping me into something very stupid.
I got in the house and kicked my shoes off. I dropped my workout back and shoved it into a corner of the hall. I would deal with it later.
I caught the smell of wine as I entered the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table, sipping out of a large glass with the nearly-empty wine bottle right next to her. Her gold wedding ring sat on the middle of the table, the metal tarnished to a dull shine after being worn for years.
I took the bottle and replaced it on the rack behind her. She glared at me, but I kissed her hair and rubbed her shoulders to calm her down. I knew how she could get sometimes.
"Thinking about Dad again?" I asked.
"You're late," she said. It sounded almost like an accusation.
"I just went to the gym after work."
"Ah."
I turned her chair with my strong hands so that she faced me. I took her hand in both of mine. "Mom, I'll never leave you or Cass. However long you need to get back on your feet, I'll give you. I think you should try and get out there more. Maybe meet another guy. We're not all that bad."
She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and seemed to compose herself a bit. "I have a date, actually. This Friday."
"Hey, that's great! What's he like?" I smiled for her. Her once perfectly shining golden hair had turned matte and frazzled. Her once perfectly immaculate dress code had descended into sweatpants and tank tops. She still had that rocking bimbo body I'm sure Dad had loved, but her eyes were different. Just... empty. Like there was no one in there anymore.
I listened to her talk about her date for a little while. He was some businessman who she described as "nice" and "attractive", which could mean just about anything. At least, he could have some money. Supporting an entire family with just one job wasn't easy. My work at the hardware store paid decently, but to pay for the house and clothes and food I still needed to pick up some odd jobs here and there. Cassandra got some money in from university every now and then, but she refused to get a job as it would "interfere with her academic pursuits".
I made myself a sandwich and went upstairs. It was only eight, but I was just about ready to crash. As I came into the second-floor hallway, I stumbled over a trail of dirty clothes. I picked up a thong that had gotten tangled on my foot and threw it aside.
"Cass!" I called, with no response. "Cass, if you're not going to get a job you could at least clean up after yourself!"
Silence.
I should have left her to tend her own filth, but I couldn't stand a mess. I gathered up all the clothes off the floor and brought it into her room, ready to drop it all on her in dramatic fashion.
She wasn't in her room, however, so I just threw it in the hamper. Her entire room was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, old video game consoles and a PC hooked up with a myriad of wires crisscrossed on the floor. Even her bed was a disaster-a tangle of sheets with plates and cups stacked precariously on the edge.
The whole setup made my fingers itch. I contemplated cleaning it for her but decided against it. She was a grown woman-she could do this on her own, at least.
Before I turned to leave, I noticed that she had left her laptop open on the bed. An unassuming detail, but I happened to see what she had brought up on the screen.
Pictures. A lot of them. They were of... me. Some were me with my shirt off, showing my tight six pack. Others were of me bending over or in my underwear. I never remembered any of those being taken. Some had been shot through windows while I was in the yard or taken behind me.
'She's been taking these without me knowing,' I thought. 'But why? And why are they all so...'
A thought hit me. I didn't want to believe it.
'Does my sister... Does she have a thing for me? No. That's crazy. I better just forget about this. I'm sure it's just some elaborate way to tease me.'
I swallowed hard. I had caught her looking at me strangely sometimes, but I hadn't thought much of it. Hell, I looked at her weird sometimes too. She had that kind of body that was hard to keep your eyes off of, sister or not. I had certainly been cursed with such a good-looking family.
I left her room in a hurry and shut the door behind me. I didn't know what those photos meant, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I headed down the hallway towards my own room. I really needed some rest after... all that.
That was when Cassandra came out of the bathroom. I bumped into her and we both fell on the floor, me on top.
She was only wearing a thin towel. Her big, heavy tits pressed against my chest, almost popping out the top of the towel. I could even feel her nipples rubbing against me. Her cutesy, innocent face was framed by wet locks of pure blonde, trailing down her torso like some fairy princess.
Her curvy legs clung to mine as if she didn't want to let me go. She had always been bottom heavy, and at school, her nickname had been "Thunder Thighs" ever since she was 15. Her lips were slightly parted, heavy breaths landing on my cheek.
"Hey, Bro," she said. "Didn't know you liked to tackle women."
Only now that I was pressed up against her did I realize just how thick and curvy she had gotten. We were both 18-twins-but I had been born a minute earlier, so I'd always considered myself the big brother, doting on my little sister. Could it be that she had grown up into something else entirely?
I forced those thoughts out of my head. I stood up and offered a hand to help her. She gripped onto my forearm with both of her delicate, pale hands and got onto her feet.
"Thanks," she said, hiking up her towel. "I think you broke my tailbone though. Gonna need you to pay for that."
"Fuck you," I said with a chuckle. I began walking to my room but turned around halfway.
"Hey, uh, I would appreciate it if you didn't leave your clothes in the hallway."
Cassandra just rolled her eyes and walked past me. "Sure thing. Is there anything else you need, Your Majesty?"
Anger bubbled up in my stomach. She had always been like this, floundering about with the organizational skills of a hurricane. At least when Dad was around, there had been someone to keep her in line. Now, I was expected to fill that role.
But I wasn't like Dad. He had been confident and strong and commanding, and I was... not that. I took a deep breath and let the anger pass. I ignored my sister's comment and walked to my room. I closed the door behind me. My room was well-tidied but mostly empty. Only a couple of old football posters covered the walls, and all my clothes were neatly folded into my wardrobe. I had some workout equipment under the bed, but I preferred going to the gym.
I sat down on my bed, leaning against the backboard. A deep sigh escaped me. My body still ached from the rigorous workout I'd put myself through that day, and I was tired both physically and mentally after a long day's work.
I went to bed early that night, stripping down to my underwear before I dove under the covers. Even though I wanted nothing more than a good, long, rest, sleep didn't greet me. My mind was filled with dirty thoughts that didn't belong there. I could still imagine my sister's breasts pressed against me.
'What if she actually likes me?' I thought. 'I pushed it away, of course, but the thought lingered there, unable to be extinguished.'
I'd never been a hit with the ladies. I had a bulky, muscular body-I thought so, anyway-but the few girlfriends I'd had all described me as 'serious' and 'uncaring'. It was true, for the most part. I had a lot on my mind, and with juggling work and family I had little time to spare for a relationship.
My dick wasn't too happy about that arrangement, however. Like any other guy, I would watch porn and jerk off, but only when I was blue-balling really badly. I preferred having an actual person there with me.
I imagined what Cassandra would look like naked. She wasn't like any of those skinny girls I'd dated. They were fine, and good in their own right, but she was something different. She was thick in the right places, with tits that stuck out defiantly and an ass that wagged with every step, paired with wide hips and massive thighs that always rubbed together. She defied the norm not because she didn't care about her body, but because she didn't care what other people thought about her. She wanted to be a big, curvy bitch with thighs that could swallow a man whole, and she didn't care if anyone else thought differently.
My hand moved down to my crotch and I began to stroke my hardening cock. It was big in my hand, my shaft thicker than I could get my hand around. That was saying something, considering I had large hands. Whatever else they said, the girls I dated never complained about that.
I wondered what she would look like on her knees. Would she be able to take my whole cock in her mouth?
'No! I shouldn't be thinking things like that. She's my own sister.'
I should have stopped masturbating at that point, but I didn't. I couldn't.
"Mmm, Cass," I whispered as I stroked my cock to the imagined rhythm of her sucking my dick. It wouldn't be too bad if I jerked off to her just once. Nobody would know.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," someone said. "Big brother, it almost sounds like you're stroking that cock... to me? Dear me, what would mother say?"
I started and opened my eyes, only to see the silhouette of a womanly figure standing in the doorway.
'Oh, fuck.'
Cassandra swaggered into the room. I couldn't see very well through the darkness, but it looked as though she was fully naked. I could just barely make out her dark, fat nipples.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, pulling my covers up over my chest. "You sleepwalking or something?"
"Oh, don't be such a fucking idiot," Cassandra said. She crawled into my bed, straddling my legs. "I know you saw it. You must have. You were never very smart, so I left it in a place you couldn't possibly miss it."
She leaned in very close to my ear. Her hair tickled my face, and her breath was hot.
"I heard what you said while stroking that friend of yours. I know you feel the same. Just let me... take care of you."
She gyrated her hips, grinding her crotch against my leg. I wasn't sure if it was to entice me or to sate some primal need, like a bitch in heat. It didn't take long for her juices to soak through the covers and wet my leg.
"We're brother and sister!" I hissed. I tried to keep my voice down, even though Mom was probably too drunk to care at this point. "We... we can't do this. It's wrong."
Even in the dark, I could tell that Cassandra was mocking me by mouthing my words with an exaggerated facial expression. It was an ugly habit of hers. I remembered when she'd done it to a police officer years ago and gotten Dad a speeding ticket when he was about to get off free.
"Who cares if we're brother and sister? I need dick and you need pussy. You're not even trying to convince me. You're trying to convince this." She reached down and grabbed my hard, throbbing cock, which was now poking against Cassandra's thigh. "It seems you're not doing a very good job."
I was about to interject, but she didn't give me the chance. She pulled down the covers with force, exposing my muscled torso and swollen penis aching for release.
She stroked it with one hand while she slowly lowered her open mouth towards my flared, angry tip. She never broke eye contact with me. It was as if she dared me to say something, to push her away.
I did none of that. I was paralyzed, watching with strange anticipation as she serviced me. Her hands were warm and soft. When her wet lips finally wrapped around the head of my cock, I tilted my head back and groaned with pleasure. It was wrong in every way imaginable, but that was what made it so good.
Cassandra bobbed her head up and down on my thick cock, making little wet sucking noises. I stroked her hair back so it wouldn't go in her eyes. It was like running your hands through silk. Dad had always done that, complaining he couldn't see her pretty face.
When my eyes met Cassandra's, an intense, almost electric jolt went through me Every hair along my arms and neck stood up. The darkness couldn't hide how incredibly, breathtakingly beautiful she was. I had been so caught up looking at her as my annoying little sister, I'd neglected to see her as the stunning woman she had become.
Both hands at the back of her head, I pulled her head down onto my cock in a quickened rhythm. I grunted every time her plump lips and wiggling tongue passed over my shaft. She gagged hard each time my dick pushed into the back of her throat, and little threads of drool escaped the corners of her mouth.
Despite that, she didn't seem to be having a bad time. Quite the opposite. Her eyes told of a hunger, a need. She wanted to be used like this.
I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I grunted as I pushed her head down one last time, forcing my cock deep into her throat. Even then, I could barely get half my shaft in there. My dick clenched up, and my lower body spasmed as I released a stream of hot, sticky cum down my sister's throat.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Dribbles of sperm escaped her mouth and trickled down the base of my cock, over my balls. She hit the sides of my legs, signaling that she wanted to be let off. I released her head and she pushed herself off, gagging and spitting cum.
"God, you're big," Cassandra said as she fought down the last bit of cum. "I haven't had a workout like that in a long time."
As the afterglow of my orgasm faded, and I looked up at my sister, the realization of what we had just done hit me.
"We should never have done this," I said. "This was wrong. Sick."
She tilted her head and frowned at me. "I didn't hear you complaining while I was on that monster of yours."
I pulled her off me and dragged her across the room. "We're not talking about this ever again, do you understand? You're not mentioning it to your friends, or boyfriends, or Mom. No one. This never happened." I pushed her out the door and shut it behind me.
"But..." Cassandra said on the other side of the door. She trailed off.
I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head in my hands. I didn't believe I had just let my sister suck me off. Not only that, I had encouraged it. Forced it. I felt sick with myself.
"Let me in," Cassandra said, her voice muffled.
I ignored her. A minute later, I heard the sounds of her footsteps as she walked away, and the door to her room slamming shut.
I breathed out deeply.
An image of my sister's tits covered in my cum popped into my head. My dick twitched, threatening to go hard again.
I hit my leg as hard as I could until it went away. I got into bed, rolled over, and lay with my eyes wide open as I stared into the darkness.
'Cassandra. I'm sorry.'The next morning was probably the quietest the house has ever been.
Mom and Cassandra were in the kitchen by the time I got down to have breakfast. My sister glared at me as I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Even when I turned away from her, I could feel her furious stare burning a hole in my back.
I could only ignore her and hope that Mom didn't pick up on anything. To be fair, she looked far too hungover to care, sipping orange juice with her head low above the table.
I considered saying something to Cassandra when I sat down to eat, but no words came to me. It was probably for the best, anyway-the less I talked about it, even vaguely, the lower the likelihood of Mom finding out.
I ate, got ready and was out the door inside ten minutes. Work was a welcome distraction from yesterday's mishap. I couldn't afford to think about Cassandra. I could even less afford to think about just how good it had felt.
I was stuck at the counter for most of the day. It was boring, but it was a familiar routine and it helped dull my thoughts. Near the end of the day, a woman came in. She wore high heels and a short dress that barely reached down past her ass. The thin fabric accentuated her full, round breasts, showing off a lot of cleavage. Her hair was curly and black, and she wore a cute little hair clip in it.
While I was debating whether or not her tits were real, she approached the desk.
"Eyes up here, Handsome," she said.
I jumped and directed my eyes up to her face. She smiled patiently at me as if she got that kind of reaction a lot.
I coughed. "Sorry about that, Ma'am. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Sure," she said. "Your number?"
"W-what?" I asked, slightly taken aback.
"I saw you through the window and thought you look quite fetching. There's certainly nothing else in this store that interests me."
"Um, I..." I had never been approached so frankly by a woman before.
She's gorgeous. I should give her my number.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I have a girlfriend."
I didn't know why I said that, even as the words were going out of my mouth. This woman was practically throwing herself at me. Any sane, single man would have complied.
But I was far from sane. My brain was flooded with Cassandra. I couldn't think about anything else, even with this woman standing in front of me.
She frowned at me, then blew out a sharp breath. "Fine." She picked an old receipt off of the holder on the counter and scribbled something on it with a pen, then handed it to me. "In case you change your mind. I don't mind guys with a bit of baggage. More competition means more fun."
With that, she turned around and walked out of the store, leaving behind a faint smell of flowery perfume.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped. I looked back to see the store's owner, Harvey, standing there. He was in his fifties, but his hair had gone all gray, including his bushy beard. He wore a flannel tucked into his jeans, and he looked like a proper lumberjack with that baseball cap to finish off the look.
"Must be some girl you got, turning down a pretty thing like that," he said.
"I guess so," I said with a nervous chuckle.
"Listen to my advice now. You got a girl that good, you hold onto her. Too many people make that mistake, taking the best things in life for granted until they're all withered away. Do that, and all you'll be left with is the dull, gray shit everyone hates. You know what I mean?"
I nodded slowly. "I think so, sir."
When I finished work, I headed straight home. I crumpled up the phone number and threw it in the nearest trash can.
==========
Mom was in the kitchen, as usual, fiddling with Dad's ring. I didn't pay her any mind as I ran upstairs. Cassandra's door was closed. She had one of those signs on her door that you could fill in with your own name. It read: 'Welcome to FUCK OFF's room!'
I knocked the door with my knuckles. "Cass? You in there, Sis? I just wanted to talk."
No response.
I licked my lips. I suck at apologies. "Listen. I know I acted like a jackass yesterday. I shouldn't have pushed you away like that. I just want to... talk this through like adults."
Still no response.
I heard footsteps and turned around to see Mom coming up the stairs. She came up on the second floor and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms under her breasts. She wore a skimpy night gown that showed off most of her smooth legs, and her heavy breasts were nearly falling out of their trappings.
"Cassie's out," Mom said, reeking of wine.
"Out where?" I asked, frowning. That wasn't like her. She was usually inside playing video games or studying for her university courses until three in the morning and didn't leave the house unless there was an emergency.
"She was meeting some friends, she said."
"She doesn't have friends."
Mom just shrugged. "That's what she said. Why are you looking for her?"
"Uh, no reason. Just wanted to ask her something." I paused for a second. "I was thinking about getting some takeout, do you want anything?"
"I guess a salad would be nice," Mom said. "Gotta slim this figure back down again if I'm hoping for any man to get near me."
"You look great, Mom," I said. I kissed her on the forehead, then hurried downstairs and out the door.
I knew I was being silly, but I was worried about Cassandra. She was acting unusual. I figured I could at least track her down and say sorry.
We lived in a small suburb of a couple thousand people, and since she didn't have any friends there weren't a lot of places she could be. As it turned out, I had a good idea where she might be hiding out.
I went into the local McDonald's, expecting to find her cooped up there. She wasn't in, and none of the underpaid, overworked teens soldiering on in there had seen her.
That didn't leave me with much. There weren't many places for a geek like my sister to hang out at our small town. She could have gone into the city, but I saved that possibility for later. If she had gone there, I had no way of tracking her down save for dumb luck.
I had one more idea. A place I hadn't been to in years.
I went down to the river that split the town in half. I walked up the soft, smooth river bank, continuing to walk until the quaint little houses were replaced with proud forest.
I came upon a bend in the river, sun shining through the trees overhead in beautiful rays that played on the mirror surface of the water. There was a large rock on my side of the river, flat at the top. It sat just at the edge of the river, water splashing against the side.
As kids, I had brought Cassandra here when Mom and Dad's arguments got bad. I'd bring her here and we'd dip our feet in the water and just talk for hours. Day or night didn't matter, sun or clouds didn't matter. It had just been us, back then.
I approached the rock.
"Cass! Are you here?"
I didn't get a response, but I thought I could hear soft whimpering. I walked around the rock and found Cassandra on the other side, knees drawn up against her chest. Her eyeliner was running down her face, making dark smudges under her eyes, and her lip quivered pitifully. Her denim shorts and tight t-shirt were scuffed and dirty from hanging out in the forest.
She had never been more beautiful.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, wiping her tears. "Just fucking go away."
I got down next to her. I put an arm over her shoulder, but she pushed me away. I put a hand on her leg instead. She didn't push me away this time-she just put her face in her hands and cried even more.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I wasn't thinking about what I said. I shouldn't have hurt you like that."
She glared up at me. "What do you care? You're going to leave us anyway, just like Dad."
"What? No! I won't ever leave either of you. What makes you think that?"
"I can see the way you look at us. Like we're both crazy. Well, maybe you're right. So you go on and leave, do whatever you want, but don't pretend that wasn't the best blowjob you'll ever have in your miserable life. I..."
"Cass."
"...I don't want to see you again anyway. I don't know why I expected you to be different."
"Cassandra."
"And it's not like I just poured my heart out or anything. I mean, I knew it would be weird. You're my brother and all, but I... I thought you liked me too. I was sure."
I took my sister's face in my hands. "Cassandra, listen to me. I'm sorry for what I said earlier because I've made a choice."
She stopped sobbing for a second and wiped her tears. She looked up at me with clear blue, angelic eyes. "What kind of choice?"
I smiled. "Let me show you."
I leaned in and kissed her. I grabbed her waist and the back of her neck, holding her close. I felt her melt into my arms, warm lips meeting mine as our tongues mingled. I felt her saliva mixing with mine, sweet and a little salty from her tears.
I tilted her over, putting her on her back in the grass. There was still a little struggle left in her, but I pinned her arms over her head. I was far stronger than her, so it didn't take much to keep her in place.
I undid her shorts and pulled them down over her thighs. The fabric dug into her pale, meaty legs, and it took a considerable effort to get them off. I finally got a look at her pretty pink pussy, almost swallowed up between her wobbling thighs.
"Don't tease me Jacob," Cassandra said, tears still in her eyes. "If you do, I swear to God..."
I pulled out my cock and let it flop onto her stomach. It was throbbing hard, the full, thick shaft covered in angry veins from base to tip.
"Does this look like teasing to you?" I asked.
That seemed to settle it. I desperately wanted to feel the inside of her pussy, but I didn't have any condoms on me. I hadn't really planned this far ahead.
I didn't want to risk getting her pregnant, so instead, I made out with her in the sand for a good long while as she stroked my cock. Then I stood and pulled her onto her knees. She opened her mouth to swallow my cock down, but I closed it with one finger. I had something else in mind.
I had her put her fat tits together and stuck my cock in between them. It felt so heavenly and soft I had to just close my eyes and take it in for a bit. I had always wanted a tit fuck, but none of my old girlfriends had ever had a chest large enough for it.
Cassandra was big enough and then some, completely enveloping even my beast of a penis. I thrust into them, holding my sister's shoulders, and she rubbed her tits up and down my shaft in rhythm with me.
I grunted and growled at the pleasure of it. I didn't need to hold anything back. No one came this high up the river just to bathe, so I didn't have to worry about someone hearing us.
"You're doing good," I grunted. I had to raise my voice for it to even be heard over the slapping of her tits against each other.
"Like I care," she said, feigning boredom. "You shouldn't have scared me like that. You deserve a shitty tit fuck."
I might have scolded her for saying that, but I was already getting close to cumming. I had always lasted long in bed, whether out of some sense of manly athleticism or just boredom with my partner. With Cassandra, however, I felt jittery, and my climax came quickly. It was like it was my first time.
I took hold of Cassandra's face and held her up against my dick head. My legs went stiff, I threw my head back, and thick ropes of sperm shot all over her face and upper torso, thick semen dangling from her chin and her heavy titties.
"Mmm, take that you slut," I said. I took a step back and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
Cassandra wiped a glob of cum off one of her tits and sucked it off her finger. She looked thoughtful for a second, then lit up.
"Wow," she said. "That's... pretty good. Why didn't you tell me you have such tasty semen, Big Brother?"
She licked up most of the semen, shivering with delight each time she swallowed. After that, she washed herself off in the river. She got dressed, and an uncertain, awkward silence stretched out.
"Soo..." she said, taking a step closer to me. She had her arms behind her back, chest thrust forward. "What happens now? What do we do about us?"
I took her head in my hands and put her face up against my chest. She nestled her face against the soft fabric of my flannel.
"Now you're mine," I whispered in her ear. "And I'll never let you go."
"Psh. You didn't think I'd fall for a cheesy line like that, did you?"
But I felt new tears soaking through my shirt. Cassandra acted tough, but that was just what it was-acting. Deep down, she'd always needed me-her big brother-to take care of her. In a way, what we were doing was only natural, an extension of the relationship we'd had all our lives.
"C'mon," I said softly. "Let's go back home. I'm sure Mom's wondering where we are."
We went back into town. Cassandra insisted we get food, so I picked up some McDonald's for all of us. After that, we walked back to the house, talking the whole way.
We walked onto the lawn, holding hands. Before we went in, I gave her one last kiss. I probably shouldn't have, but I didn't care much if the neighbors saw me. They could think whatever they wanted.
Our TV came flying out a window, landing on one corner in the yard. I heard wailing from inside.
I looked over at Cassandra. She looked at me.
"Oh, shit," we said at the same time. rushed in the door and found Mom standing in the living room with her head in her hands. She whimpered softly and didn't look up when I approached her. I put my hands gently on her shoulders and directed her to the couch, sitting her down. I nodded towards the stairs, and Cassandra took the hint, sneaking upstairs to get changed.
"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked. "Did something happen?"
Mom put her head against my chest and cried. "I... I just... I couldn't do it. I was finally going to get over him, but then... I saw the pictures and I couldn't move on. I called the guy and canceled our date and..." She trailed off with another barrage of wet sobbing.
"Hey, slow down," I said. "You mean you're still not over Dad? Do you want to talk about it?"
She looked up at me, eyes foggy and tear-filled. "You look so much like him. Your nose. Your hair. Your body. Even your smell, God. It's all him." She leaned into my chest again and took a deep whiff of my scent, seeming to melt into me. Her tits pushed against my arm. They were even bigger than Cassandra's, touched up and perfected for the modeling industry.
"Um, I guess so," I said, laughing uncomfortably. "I'm sorry about your date, Mom. Listen, how about me, you and Cassandra go out for a movie or something. It'll help take your mind off things."
She seemed amenable to the idea. Cassandra came down wearing denim shorts and a crop top that showed the bottom of her boobs when she lifted her arms. The silver necklace Mom had given her was nestled in her cleavage. She gave me a defiant look, daring me to say something. I just shrugged in exasperation.
'This family is a mess,' I thought. 'I guess I'll be the one to keep it together.'
All three of us went to the movies together. Cassandra and Mom colluded and finally decided on watching the romantic comedy 'Back with my Ex?', which only made me want to die a little bit inside.
Cassandra insisted on sitting nestled up against me in the theater, hugging my arm with her head resting on my shoulder. Mom didn't seem to notice. She had snuck vodka into her soda and sipped on her drink like a toddler suckling at a breast.
As soon as the lights dimmed and the room went dark, my sister sprung into action. Like a cat, she slid down so that she hovered over my lap and undid my pants. I glared at her, but I could hardly make out her outline in the weak reflected light of the screen. Luckily, Mom was completely focused on the movie and didn't notice her kids' frisky behavior.
'This kid. I swear she does this just to get back at me.'
Cassandra pulled out my cock and kissed all along my shaft and head to get me hard. She stroked it, running her tongue along the back of my cock head.
Just as I was getting into it, she bit down on my shaft and almost made me cry out. I had to bite my lip, body going stiff as I held back a shout. I glanced over at mom, but against she seemed to be too preoccupied to notice. Cassandra smiled up at me, and I gave her the middle finger, but she didn't seem to pay that any mind.
She dove right back down, wrapping her lips around my member and squirming her tongue around my tip. She slid her mouth up and down my cock, dragging her lips. It was extremely pleasurable, which made it hard to sit still properly. I had to grab the seat's armrests in a white-knuckled hold as my sister sucked me off.
She was being uncomfortably loud, smacking and slurping at my long, hard member. Luckily, the movie played over most of it, but if Mom was astute she could have picked up on it. Maybe she was angry at me for taking Mom out. I don't see how I could have acted differently, considering it seemed like she was on the edge of a proper breakdown.
Cassandra used her teeth a bit more than I would have liked, letting them scrape against the bottom of my dick. She seemed to get a kick out of torturing me. It reached a point where I'd had enough, and I grabbed her hair with both hands and started thrusting into her properly. This forced her jaw to widen to its absolute point, and my dick hit the back of her throat as she gagged and drooled.
I finished in her mouth. Not excited at the prospect of a messy cleanup, I made her lick up every single drop of cum before swallowing. She slid back into her own seat with a final squeeze of my crotch, and not long after the movie wrapped up with the main protagonist realizing his faults and going back to his ex. Mom cried big bear tears and I offered her a napkin.
Mom seemed happier once we got out of the movie theater, if more than a little drunk. We got dinner at a nearby dive and took the bus home. I had to help Mom in places as her footing was a little unsure, and several times her tits were pushed up against me, uncomfortably close to falling out completely.
When we got in the house, I had Cassandra put Mom to bed while I cleaned up the mess in the yard and boarded up the broken window with some cardboard.
I got back in and Cassandra had come downstairs. We embraced in the hall, and she pulled me down for a kiss.
"You promise you actually want me?" she asked. A bit of her characteristic snideness had been replaced with genuine uncertainty.
"I promise," I said. "I can't really explain it, but it feels... good, being with you."
She grinned. "Good. Up for another round, then?" She tugged at my crotch.
"I've still not forgiven you for earlier," I said. "We're gonna have to work on your attitude, Sis."
She pouted, but let herself be led upstairs. We both slept in my bed that night. She snuggled up against me and fell asleep within minutes, but I was awake for longer, staring at the ceiling with one arm on one of my sister's heavy tits and the other behind my head.
I had meant it. I really did hope things would work out with Cassandra. It was an unusual arrangement, to say the least, but one I felt I needed. There was no posturing with her. No honeymoon period of getting to know her before the inevitable falling out. I knew everything about her, and she knew everything about me. We'd loved each other since we were kids, it was just deeper now.
"You think too much," Cassandra whispered in my ear. She bit my earlobe. "Sleep with me."
I chuckled and closed my eyes after a long day.
==========
My alarm didn't wake me up that morning. I was surprised to rouse from my sleep at the sound of the doorbell. The Alister family didn't have many friends.
I untangled myself from Cassandra's splayed arms and legs and jumped into some clothes, a pair of slacks and a baggy t-shirt. All the while, the insistent ringing spurred me on.
'Must be something important,' I thought as I went down the stairs two steps at a time.
I opened the door. There stood a tall, stately man in a suit with messy but stylish hair that tumbled in perfect, black curls. He wore a bright smile, hands in his pockets. Behind him on the curb stood a shiny silver car that must have cost a fortune.
"Andrew," he said. "You must be the man of the house. May I come in?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He pushed past me into the house, wandering around the kitchen. He opened the cupboard under the sink and threw away his gum.
"Who are you, exactly?" I asked. I followed him as he walked into the living room, watching him with my hands on my hips.
Andrew turned to me and smiled. "Oh, I'm very sorry. I get a little caught up sometimes. I'm looking for Tessa. She's your..."
"Mother," I completed.
Andrew nodded. "I see. You have her eyes, I can tell. Is she in the house? I would very much like to talk to her."
I gave Andrew a once-over. He seemed nice enough, but I could put two and two together. He was probably the man Mom had agreed to go on a date with, only to reject. Knowing her, she probably didn't have the mental faculties to deal with an awkward situation like this.
"Actually, she's not in," I answered with a manufactured smile. "She slept over at a friend's house. Maybe you could catch her some other day."
Andrew took his hands out of his pockets and placed them on the leather couch's backrest. "I see. I'll have to try again later, then. I'm sorry for barging into your home and taking up your time. I'll be on my way, then."
I shrugged. "I could brew you up a cup of coffee if you want."
"Nah," he said. "Not much of a coffee drinker. Do you think I could borrow the bathroom before I go?"
"Sure."
I waited patiently while he was in the bathroom, then saw him off.
"When you see your mother, tell her I said hi," Andrew said as he opened the door.
"I will."
Andrew left. I watched as he crossed the lawn and entered his car. I kept an eye on him until he drove around a corner and disappeared from my view. I shivered. There was something about that man which put me on edge.
I made myself breakfast and ate in silence while I pondered the appearance of this strange man. Cassandra came down and stole half my food.
"I really ought to teach you some respect," I said, sipping my coffee.
Cassandra stuck out her tongue. "Come here and punish me then, Big Brother." She bent over the kitchen counter, sticking that huge ass out at me. Her skirt rode up high, leaving none of her round ass cheeks to the imagination.
She sure knew how to get my blood boiling. I wiped my mouth and rolled up my shirt sleeves. I stood and walked up to her, ready to give her a well-deserved spanking.
Just then Mom walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Cassandra shot up straight, pulling down her skirt, while I diverted my path to the fridge and got some more milk for my coffee instead.
"Morning, Mom," I said, heart about to thump its way out of my chest. That had been too close. I couldn't even imagine what Mom would do if she found out what was going on between me and Cassandra.
"Was someone at the door?" she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the kettle I'd brewed.
"Uh, yeah," I said. "Just some salesman. I sent him away."
Mom seemed to buy that answer.
My week continued in a predictable manner. I worked, I went to the gym, I got home to make dinner for the family and to rest. The added benefit was that I had Cassandra around to pleasure me, but as the days went on she was starting to get on my nerves. She seemed to do everything she could to annoy me. She left her mess around the house even more than she used to, empty food wrappings and clothes strewn about. Maybe she had 'attempted' to be cleaner before we got together, as a way to impress me, and simply gave up on any pretense of cleanliness now that she had me.
She would also do an intentionally bad job while sucking me off like she had done in the movie theater. She would bite down on my dick occasionally, and when I came she would spit most of it out with a disgusted facial expression. I knew that she could do better than that. She was a clever girl, and I'd seen her gentle side, which meant that she was doing it for kicks.
On Friday I got home after a long workout to find the house a mess. Someone had spilled soda all over the kitchen floor, and a half-hearted attempt to clean it had only resulted in spreading out the sticky substance. Piles of clothes lay strewn across the couch, making it nearly impossible to sit in without moving the mountain of used fabric.
The new TV I'd bought with some of the few scraps of money I had saved up was blaring, wasting power with no one watching it. I switched it off, grinding my teeth.
I'd had enough. If my sister was trying to rile me up, she had succeeded. I stomped up the stairs and threw open the door to Cassandra's room. She was on her bed, playing some video game with half a joint glowing on a tray next to her, diffusing a trail of faintly smelling smoke.
I didn't say anything. I just grabbed my sister by the hair and pulled her off the bed. She let out a surprised squeal. I dragged her downstairs, ignoring her pleas and attempts to fight me off. I threw her on her hands and knees in the kitchen. I got a dish rag, wet it, and threw it down next to her.
"There," I said. "Start by cleaning that up."
"Fuck you, Buddy," she said, trying to stand up.
I put a foot against the back of her head and pushed her back down against the floor.
"I'm not asking. I'm tired of your fucking nonsense. Clean this up to start with, unless you want things to get worse for you."
"Fine, fine." Cassandra grabbed the dish rag and started scrubbing the floor in a lackluster manner. "Hitler over here."
"I don't expect much of you," I said. "If you could just clean up after yourself and avoid making the house look like a bomb shelter, none of this would be necessary."
I watched patiently as Cassandra cleaned up the floor, not once taking my foot off her head. I'd had enough of treating her like a gentle little princess when she didn't seem interested to give anything in return. Once she was done with the floor, I pulled her up again.
I took her to the living room and made her clean up all the mess she'd made. She moaned and complained the whole time, but I was past caring. Once she was done, I sat down on the couch and switched on the TV just to relax.
"Good," I said. "Now get started on dinner. You're at home most days, anyway, so I'll expect you to start cooking."
"This is so unfair!" Cassandra said. "I have work too, you know. I won't pass my classes if I'm stuck doing shit for your lazy ass all day."
I gave her a single, dark look. I didn't say anything, but she seemed to understand quite well what that look meant. She trailed off, backing away a step. I stood and followed her. She continued backing away until she hit against the kitchen table. I grabbed her arm and flipped her around, pressing her head down against the tabletop cheek first while pulling her ass up into the air.
"Listen, Jake," she said. "Why don't we talk about this, huh? I can be reasonable. How about we do every other day, and I clean on Sundays?"
I rolled up my sleeves.
"Wednesdays and Sundays!" she cried.
I pulled up her skirt over her waist so her bare ass cheeks were exposed to the air, separated only by a thin lace thong. I slapped her ass with the flat of my palm, drawing a pained gasp from my sister.
"Stop! Don't do that!"
I continued spanking her. The sound probably traveled up to Mom's bedroom, but at that moment I didn't care. After a while Cassandra stopped protesting, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess. Her ass was red and bruised.
I stopped and beheld my work. I had to catch my breath for a few seconds. I had gotten a bit carried away--I shouldn't have been so hard on her.
To my surprise, once I let her up off the table she turned around and hugged me. She closed me in a tight embrace, sobbing against my chest. I stroked her hair, letting my fingers search through the gentle waves of her silken tumbles.
"It's alright, Sis," I said. "It's over now. You're okay."
"It was scary."
I kissed her head. "I know. But you needed it."
Afterwards, Cassandra made dinner for us. Her pasta bolognese wasn't particularly impressive, considering that she'd never been very interested in cooking, but I could tell that she'd tried her best. After our meal, we settled in front of the TV to rest, and I threw a blanket over my sister to keep her warm.
She looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, and my heart jumped with how beautiful she was.
"So, what happens if I defy you from now on?" she asked. "Will you... spank me again?"
"If I need to," I said. I squeezed her butt for emphasis. "As long as you do what I expect of you, I won't."
She bit her lip. "Hmm... Kind of makes a girl want to be bad."
I just chuckled and returned to watching the TV, hugging her a little closer. As accomplishments went, getting my sister to bend to my will, even temporarily, had to be up there. It was the kind of thing that actually made me feel like a man.
'I'm kind of hoping she'll be bad, too,' I thought.It was Saturday, and I had to face the displeasure of waking up alone. It had not even been a week, but I had already gotten accustomed to being woken up by Cassandra's wet kisses and ensnaring limbs.
Unfortunately, she had to leave early for some kind of weekend exam at the university. That meant I had a day to myself, at least, so I went down and made myself breakfast in the quiet of my home, able to enjoy it without any fuss or mess.
Mom came down not long after. She seemed uncharacteristically sober, wearing a long satin morning robe tied low enough to show off her cleavage. She wore her blonde hair up in a golden bun. It seemed to have regained some of its usual luster.
She ran her hand along my chest and shoulder as she passed me to open the fridge. I could hear the sounds of her padding barefoot behind me.
"Cassie's out?" she asked.
"Yup," I said. "Exam or something. She said she won't be back until four, at the earliest."
"Good."
I frowned, putting down my coffee. "What?"
Mom giggled. "Nothing."
I frowned even more deeply and turned around to look at her, arm swung over the backrest. She had her back turned to me, bent over the counter with her ass stuck out in my direction. The robe covered her posterior amply, but the silky soft fabric did nothing to hide her jaw-dropping curves.
"Mom, did you just giggle?" I said. "Is anything wrong? Should I be worried?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong," she assured me in a sing-song tone. "I just feel good today, that's all." She stretched with her arms high, and even though she had her back turned to me I could still see her tits jutting out the sides of her torso.
Okay, this is weird, I thought. Mom hasn't acted this way since she accidentally smoked some of Cass's pot. She didn't smell of weed, however, and she didn't have that kind of bleary, unfocused expression. She just looked... happy. Mischievous, somehow.
I shrugged. Mom was a mystery, even to me. I turned around to finish off my breakfast. Conspiracy theories about my mother could wait. I had a whole day of privacy ahead of me, and I wasn't about to waste it.
I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and something very soft kneading against the back of my head. Could it really be...?
"God's sake, you really are clueless," Mom said. "You work all day to make Mommy happy, but you've never thought about what she really needs."
I swallowed hard, fighting not to look back. "And what is that?"
She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "You, Kiddo."
She spun the chair around so that we faced each other. She had opened her robe, letting her unequaled chest spill out. Each breast was big as a watermelon, firm and jiggly at the same time. Fat, dark nipples rested at the apex of each, hardening at being exposed to the air.
"Mom, this..."
"Is wrong?" she completed. "I know. That's what makes it so exciting." She started rubbing my crotch, cock filling up my pant leg as it stood to attention.
"Mom, I can't do this," I said urgently. "I... I'm with someone else."
"With sweet little Cassie?" Mom smiled wryly. "Oh, I know all about that."
This time, it wasn't just my dick that went stiff. My body became paralyzed as I watched Mom squirming like a needy whore in front of me.
"W-what? I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, come now. You don't need to pretend with Mommy. I know you two rascals have been sneaking off to bump uglies with each other. It's adorable, actually. You never were good at keeping secrets from me, though. I've known since the first day. I enjoyed seeing what she did to you in that movie theater. So much so I can't help but want to recreate it."
She got down on her knees, long nails scratching against the fabric as she undid my pants. My penis came free, bobbing up and down with my balls resting heavily underneath. Mom went all wide-eyed, reverently running her fingers along my fat girth.
"It's even bigger than your father's," she breathed. She had begun panting heavily like a bitch in heat. "I never knew you had a monster like this hidden away. If I did, I would have done this a lot sooner."
Mom opened her jaw wide and leaned in to suck my cock dry, but I took her head firmly between both my hands and tilted it up.
"Mom, we can't do this," I said. "Think about Cassandra. This would ruin her."
She bit her lip. "Yeah, and what about your poor Mommy? She gets to have you all to herself, and I'm supposed to be satisfied with nothing? I'll make sure Cassandra understands, don't worry. Just relax and let me have this, Sweetie."
I swore under my breath. This was wrong. Not just because this was my own mother, but because of what it would do to Cassandra. And yet, those big, puffy lips and that wet little tongue were calling out to me. What harm could it possibly do, after all? As long as I kept it in the family, Cassandra had no reason to complain. And this might help Mom get over Dad, as well.
As Mom stroked my cock, my crotch overpowered my brain bit by bit. Eventually, I could no longer see a reason to resist. I let go of Mom's head, and she gave me a gleeful smile before descending on my dick.
I could tell that she was far more experienced at blowjobs than Cassandra could ever hope to be. She slid even my hole-wrecker of a penis easily down her throat, taking it almost all the way down to the hilt with only some mild gagging. She maintained eye contact the whole time. She had the same ravenous hunger as my sister. A family trait, it seemed.
I could not bring myself to push her away. I had to admit, it felt marvelous. She was completely different from Cassandra in her technique. My sister was fierce, gluttonous and feisty. She would shove herself onto my cock as if it was the last thing she'd ever do, and tease me every so often.
Mom was the opposite. She was composed and experienced, calmly servicing my dick with her enhanced, fuckable cock-pillows for lips while also fondling my heavy balls in one of her dainty hands. I wondered idly how many men she'd had before Dad. Maybe her success in the modeling industry hadn't all been down to her beauty-or at least, not in the traditional application of it.
"Mm, that's it," I groaned as she went particularly deep. "God, you're such a slut."
She popped off my cock for a second, licking her lips and grinning like a cat about to corner a rat. "That easy to tell, huh? I'll admit, I've been a little starved ever since your father left. Lucky he left behind a replacement to keep me satiated."
"This is just a one-time thing."
Mom gave me a knowing look. "If you say so, Kiddo." She dove right back onto my manhood and showed me some tricks involving her tongue I didn't even think possible. It squirmed around my head with incredible nimbleness, and it didn't take long before I came close to climaxing.
I took hold of her head and thrust myself deep inside until her nose hit against the base of my crotch. She gagged weakly, eyes tearing up, but I didn't want to let up just yet.
Just as I climaxed down my mother's throat, cum dribbling down her chin, the door came open.
"Hi!" Cassandra chirped as she walked in. "Turns out I had the dates all switched around. The exam's next Saturday, not..."
She stopped dead as she walked past the kitchen and saw Mom with my dick in her mouth. She didn't seem overly concerned herself, popping my member out of her mouth and standing with a dignified stretch, letting her hands roam over her supple body. She finished by licking her wet lips, swallowing a final few globs of my sperm.
"Mom, why..." Cassandra mumbled. "What the fuck is going on?"
Mom walked up to Cassandra. "My darling daughter, come here." She closed my sister in a tight hug, ending it with a wet kiss on the mouth. "I know you must be confused, but stay calm."
Of course, Cassandra did anything but. She raged and kicked and screamed. Mom held her firmly, whispering in her ear and stroking her hair. I didn't know what to do, so I just watched while I made myself decent. I should have been ashamed, I suppose, at being found out, but I mostly just felt a... strange curiosity.
Cassandra kept up her tantrum for a good few minutes, but eventually, even she ran out of energy. She and Mom collapsed together on the couch, the latter continuing to kiss and feel up my sister's body.
"There, there, Darling," Mom cooed. "We have a new man in the house. It's only fair we both do our best to make him feel at home."
Cassandra looked up at me, biting her lip. "Would... this make you happy?"
I hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Yes. It would."
She put on a stiff upper lip. "Fuck, okay. I'll stay. Even if she's gotta be with us too."
==========
As it turns out, juggling a relationship with your mom and your sister at the same time isn't exactly problem-free. Who would've thought?
I spent my nights with Cassandra, just as I had before. She slept in my bed every night, nestled up to me like a dog. I'm sure Mom would have liked to share that space as well, but Cassandra wouldn't even let her near my bed without going off. While my sister accepted the situation to some degree, she sure as hell wasn't enjoying it.
It was a Sunday. I woke up with Cassandra, and we both got downstairs to find that Mom was already making breakfast-bacon, eggs, and toast. She wore only a skimpy apron, which not only showed off her perfectly round ass and shaven pussy, but also a good bit of side boob. Her snatch was wet, glistening drops trailing down the inside of her leg.
Cassandra turned away in disgust and plopped down at the table, crossing her arms and putting her feet up on the table as she pouted. I stroked her hair gently and whispered a few calming words before walking up to Mom.
I let my fingers go between her legs, running lightly across her flared pussy lips. She gasped, grip tightening around the frying pan, and her back arched so that her tits were thrust forward. They jiggled irresistibly, almost defying gravity.
"Seems like you have a voracious appetite this morning, Kiddo," Mom moaned. "Just let me finish this up and I'll show you how a good mother services her son."
Cassandra shot daggers into Mom's back the whole time, glaring from over by the table. Mom put the finishing touches on her breakfast and served it all on a series of platters. I sat down at the table and dug in, ecstatic. I still hadn't gotten used to having my food cooked for me. It was definitely one of the highlights of this new arrangements, apart from the great sex.
Mom did not waste any time. As soon as I started eating, she slithered in under the table and pulled my boxers down. Within seconds I felt her warm lips around my cock and heard her exaggerated, wet slurping noises.
That was the last straw for Cassandra. She let out a disgusted grunt and kicked the tabletop. Mom didn't let up, though-she didn't even stop for a second.
"Sis, be nice," I said warningly. I chewed down a piece of bacon and egg. "Why don't you go down there and join her? I'm sure she'd appreciate some company."
"Fuck you," she said, face dark as a storm cloud. "I'd rather drink bleach."
I put down my utensils and focused her with my gaze. "Let me rephrase. Get on your knees and help Mom suck me off. Next time I won't ask nicely."
Cassandra kept up a defiant silence for a few seconds, but she eventually buckled under my intense stare. She slid under the table as well. She did so unwillingly, but I could already see hunger splayed across her face, and it wasn't for food.
Mom sucked me off like a vacuum, taking my cock all the way to the hilt. Cassandra was more uncertain. She still hadn't gotten used to this situation.
I held the back of Cassandra's head and guided her gently down until her lips met against my tight, heavy balls. I was aching for release, so they could use a bit of a massage.
"Come on, Sweetie," I said. "Go ahead and suck my balls. Let yourself go. It's okay."
She looked up at me, all doe-eyed and insecure. She wanted it. I could tell.
"Go on."
That settled it. All the apprehension evaporated off her face. She took my balls into her mouth, running her tongue across the smooth orbs. She shivered with delight, eyes rolling back into her head for a brief moment. Like a baby with a pacifier, all distress melted off her and she became completely calm.
This allowed me to sit back and really enjoy the experience. It is a feeling that cannot be adequately described, having two women to suck me off at the same time. I had never experienced pleasure of that sort before. They looked like angels down on their knees like that, completely focused on their work. They had never looked more like mother and daughter. They had the same golden, flowing hair, the same enraptured, pleasured expressions, as well as the same brainless desire. Though it was clear Cassandra still didn't like her new position, they managed to work around each other quite adeptly. After a while, Cassandra nudged Mom off my cock so that she could have a go, and Mom stood so she could smother my face in her huge, enhanced fuckbags instead.
I wasn't complaining. They were soft as a dream and large enough that both my hands wouldn't nearly cover them. She shook them back and forth, letting them wobble and jiggle against my head. That, combined with the vacuum pressure Cassandra was putting on my cock, was almost enough to drive me insane with pleasure.
My sister still couldn't take it quite as deep as Mom, but she was clearly going to her limits to make up for her inexperience. She slobbered all over my cock as she let it spear the back of her throat over and over again. She nearly threw up several times, but she didn't give up.
I directed Mom back onto her knees as I neared my climax. They both opened their mouths, Cassandra sticking out her tongue while Mom pressed together her breasts to serve as a bed for my cum to land on. My sister kept pushing her, greedily awaiting my seed.
I came violently, showering them both with my sperm. It went on their faces, their torsos, their hair. Cassandra even got a glob in her eye, clumping into her eyelashes and making her carefully applied makeup run in streaks down her face.
While Mom swallowed down the cum that had landed in her mouth in a graceful and dignified manner, Cassandra ate every little glob of slimy cum she could find off of her face and chest before swallowing it all in one go, shivering with delight.
It seemed even that wasn't enough for my sister. In the first display of affection for my mother I had seen in days, she leaned in and began kissing at her tits, nibbling up every stray piece of my baby batter.
"There you go, Little Bird," Mom cooed. "Clean up Mommy's slut tits. Make sure you get down every drop of Jacob's delicious cum-anything else would be an insult to our man."
Cassandra kissed and licked her way up Mom's chest, reaching her throat. Finally, they were eye to eye. Cassandra hesitated, biting her lip. She looked up at me."
"Do it," I said. "Let me see how well you and Mom can get along."
Cassandra looked down. "Yes... yes, Sir." She blushed as if embarrassed what she'd just said.
I put two fingers under her chin and tilted up her face so she looked at me. "I like it when you call me that."
"Really?"
I nodded, smiling. "But don't waste any more time. Show me you can be a good girl."
Cassandra kissed Mom with the same unhinged fervor she had so far only saved for me. Their fat, whore lips smacked against each other, wet tongues slithering over one another. Cassandra groped Mom's tits, slapping and tugging at her heavy juggs until they were red and raw.
I sat back, smiling. To me, they would always be mother and daughter, but in that moment they could have been twins. They both had bodies fit for porn stars, all sensibility going out their heads as their reality shrunk to just each other and me.
"I'm proud of you girls," I said.
==========
It wasn't as though Mom and Cassandra were over their rivalry. Mom would still deliver petty remarks, and my sister would, in turn, treat her with open hostility. They did, however, put that struggle aside when it came to serving me, and they even worked together well at times. There was a competition between them to be the best, the sluttiest, the most desirable.
I was getting ready for work one morning. It was a Monday. I hate Mondays because that's when Harvey gets all his crazy new ideas for the store after a weekend of rumination.
I was at the door, tying my shoelaces when I felt warm, wet kisses on my neck. It was Cassandra. I could tell by the way she moved her lips.
"I didn't think you were up yet," I said. "I'm sorry if I woke you. I was trying to be quiet."
"Quiet isn't exactly how I'd describe it. You stumbled twice and swore like a sailor."
"I swore quietly," I muttered.
Cassandra giggled and kissed my neck. "And where do you think you're going, Sir?"
"Uh, to work? Where I make money?"
"You're not going to work," came Mom's husky voice from the kitchen. "We've got something special planned for you today."
"I can't just take off work!" I said. I continued to tie up my laces.
"Already called in on your behalf," Mom said. "You have crippling diarrhea. Harvey told you to stay home and rest up for the day."
I sighed, shaking my head. There was no reasoning with these ladies. "Alright, what's this big thing you've got planned?"
Cassandra tugged at my arm insistently. "You've gotta come look at us first! Well, look at me anyway." I couldn't see her, but I could almost feel the venomous glare she no doubt directed towards Mom.
I threw off my shoes again, shuffled my bag into a corner and stood. When I turned around, I had two angels right in front of me. Well, if angels are dressed as cheap back-alley whores, that is.
They had both dressed themselves up for the occasion-whatever the occasion was. Cassandra wore cakey, trashy makeup, her hair up in pigtails. She wore a tiny pair of denim shorts which showed off her whole ass and threatened to let her pussy slip out. I would have called it panties, except for the fact that a thread-thin thong stuck up over the shorts, accentuating her hips and ass with a whale-tail that dug into her meaty sides.
Up top, she wore a short cropped shirt which showed off the bottoms of her tits when she lifted her arms. Her nipples poked against the thin fabric. She wore a pair of slovenly worn sneakers on her feet, finishing off her 'cheap slut' look.
Mom, on the other hand, had chosen to go a bit of a different direction. She wore tall stilettos which seemed almost impossible to walk in, along with a pair of thigh high socks that cupped her smooth, slender legs perfectly. She had on a short, fluttery skirt that nearly showed off her naked pussy when she moved too much, and for her torso, she wore only a thin jacket, zipped almost all the way to the bottom so that a ridiculous amount of her ample cleavage showed through.
"So," Cassandra said, striking a lithe, catlike pose with her tits thrust towards me. "Which one of us looks better?"
'Oh no. This could be dangerous.'
"You both look amazing," I said diplomatically. "I don't think I could pick just one of you. C'mere." I was trying my best not to upset either of them, but what I said was true. They were each beautiful in their own way, but I don't think I preferred one over the other.
Cassandra made a face, but she accepted the answer. They both strutted up to me and hugged one of my arms each. Mom felt up my bulging bicep while Cassandra rested her head on my shoulder.
"What exactly were you planning for today, then?" I asked. "Just a stay-at-home day?"
"Of course not, Sir," Mom said, kissing along my arm. "We have something special in mind. We're going for a picnic."
"A picnic?"
"Well, not just a picnic," Cassandra admitted. "But that's the main idea. We've already packed and everything-you just need to put something respectable on. And by respectable, I mean something that comes off easily."I grinned. "I love you both. More than anything."
"We know, Handsome," Mom cooed.
Per my sister's instructions, I got dressed in a beater and a pair of tight shorts. I carried all the food and supplies as I followed them to the spot they had picked out. They were being uncharacteristically secretive about it.
We got a lot of snide looks as we walked through town. Neighbors and friends saw my mom and sister dressed up as sluts, giggling as they flaunted their curves. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so turned on.
There was a large, open field at the edge of town. That was the natural spot for a picnic, and I had assumed that the girls were heading there, but they veered off in a different direction. Instead, they headed for the tall knoll that rested a ways off from the settlement, covered in green forest. Only the top of it was bare, which gave the knoll the look of a balding man's head.
"Are we planning to go all the way to the top?" I asked as we stood at the foot of the large hill.
"Mmhmm," Cassandra said. "It was Mom's idea. She said you always liked to go here when you were a kid."
I could imagine that. I had always been very active, even as a child. I remembered faintly running up and down the hill, looking for squirrels and birds, and coming home at the end of the day with sticky tree sap all over my hands and my hair covered with spider webs.
I looked down at Mom's feet. "You're wearing heels," I pointed out. "You're not going anywhere like that. Did you bring any spares?"
Mom looked almost offended. "Of course I didn't! These heels look great!"
"They're trashy," Cassandra muttered. "I told her to wear something else, but she wouldn't have it. I swear, sometimes I think I'm the Mom in this family."
I gave Cassandra a sideways look but decided not to comment on her statement.
I sighed. "Alright, Mom, I'll carry you up. I don't want you to break an ankle or something."
Cassandra's jaw fell open. She was no doubt regretting not wearing heels herself at this point.
Mom, on the other hand, wasn't complaining. She jumped up on my back, tits pressed against my shoulder blades, and clung to me tightly. I had Cassandra take some of the packs to avoid falling over completely. Mom was surprisingly heavy.
As we walked up the hill, I could feel my mother's cunt radiating heat against my lower back, wetting my shirt with her juices. She was clearly eager to get it on.
We climbed all the way to the top of the hill, where the trees gave way to gently waving grass and berry bushes. A deep blue, cloudless sky awaited us overhead, and the chirping of birds kept us company as we rolled out the blankets.
I sat down and started getting out the food, but it seemed the girls had other plans. Mom lowered herself behind me and gave me a back massage while letting my head rest against her bounteous chest, and Cassandra straddled me and pulled up my shirt so she could plant kisses all over my muscled midsection.
I didn't mind the change in pace. I just sat back while my mother and sister slaved away over my body. Cassandra, not content with light petting for long, unbuckled my shorts and pulled out my cock. She sucked it for a little while to get it nice and wet, before unzipping her tiny shorts and wriggling out of them so she could start grinding her pussy against my dick with only a thin layer of fabric separating them.
She peeled her thong aside as well, gyrating her hips so that my head split open her pussy lips, only teasing the tip.
"Wait," I breathed, putting a hand on Cassandra's throat and forcing her to stop. "Condoms. Did you bring any?"
Helpfully, Mom slid a packaged condom over my shoulder, and I was able to pull it over most of my turgid member, though it was almost painfully tight. After that, I let Cassandra get back on and ride me to her heart's content.
Meanwhile, Mom kissed and sucked away at my neck, leaving little love bites here and there.
"That's it," she whispered in my ear as she pleasured herself with two fingers. "Keep fucking your sister like that with your big, beautiful cock. You're more man than your father could ever be."
"Whose cock is better?" I asked as I slammed my sister down onto my pelvis. She let out a pleasured squeal. "Mine or Dad's?"
"Yours, Darling," Mom moaned.
"You're better than any guy I've ever fucked," Cassandra said.
"Oh? And how many is that?"
She winked at me. "More than you know."
For the first time, I came inside my sister's pussy, albeit with the protection of a condom. I slipped Cassandra off me, kissing her as I slid her onto the blankets. Her pussy was loose and battered from the fucking I'd given her, but her face was crossed with dumb joy.
I didn't get to rest for long, however. Mom, no longer content to serve as the bench warmer, came around to my front and began stroking my cock to keep it hard. She pulled off the condom and stared at the copious amounts of thick, white semen inside. She licked her lips.
"Don't you dare!" Cassandra said. "That's my cum! I've earned it!"
"Only because you took all the space," Mom said snidely. "You're lucky I didn't take over for you at the end. This is the least I'll take." She tipped the condom over, emptying its contents into her open mouth. She swished it around in her mouth bit a bit, then finally swallowed it down and broke into a dazed smile.
I had just caught my second wind. My cock was once again rock hard, and I was raring to go. I flipped Mom onto her back, giant tits flopping, and she gasped in surprise as I pulled on another condom and forced myself inside her. I didn't need any lubrication as her pussy was already sopping wet.
I fucked her hard. I fucked her without mercy. Judging by her face, I fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. I groped her soft, juicy tits as I shoved my fat meat inside her. I had consummated my loyalty to Cassandra just before. Now it was time for her.
"Sis, don't slack off," I said during a lull in my efforts. "Come over here and suck on my balls."
"But I'm always on ball duty!" Cassandra complained. "It's not fair!"
I spared a single glance back at her. "Now."
She obeyed. A few seconds later, I had her slathering drool all over my testicles while I fucked her mom mercilessly.
I felt Mom cum at least twice before I did. Once my sperm filled up inside her pussy, I leaned in close and kissed her deeply.
"I love you, Mom," I said.
"I love you too, Kid," she said.
I slipped off and gave the condom to Cassandra so she could eat up all the cum. It was only right she would have it. We fell back against the blankets, and my girls nestled up against me on either side of my chest.
We looked up at the sky together. We stayed there for a long time until day turned to dusk, and the sky took on a fiery red hue with the sun long lost behind the trees.
"This is perfect," I said.
"We know," Cassandra said, circling a finger around my nipple. Surprisingly, she leaned over and tilted Mom's head up. They had a passionate make-out session, tongues wriggling around each other.
"Looks like you two are finally getting used to each other," I said.
Cassandra broke off, grinning. A strand of saliva still connected the two women. "She's not all bad, I guess."
"Cassie still has a lot to learn," Mom said, "but I have to admit... She is one hot piece of ass." She slapped Cassandra's thick butt to illustrate, sending it wobbling for several seconds.
"Shut up, you old bitch."
Mom just winked at her and smiled.
I lay back and let go of every shred of stress and anxiety I had been holding. I was happy. Truly happy.