This is a story about me and my family, and what we eventually became. But before I get around to my lovely sisters or mother, let me tell you about me.
Growing up, I always thought of myself as average. Raised by my sweet mother, surrounded by sisters, and a father that was never really home, I grew up under constant female attention. My family were all very sweet to me, aside from Lindsey in her teen years. And when I think back on it all women were rather friendly with me. But I never thought anything of it.
In high school I was pretty shy and awkward. At 14 I had a growth spurt and hot up to 6'2", but was skinny and gangly as a post. Regardless, I always had girlfriends, but I was too shy to do much about it. Never had male friends. Guys seemed to want to avoid me. I graduated at the top of my class, and then headed to college in a nearby city. After two years I was ahead in my studies, and was offered a chance to study abroad in Britain. I jumped at it, and it was there my life turned.
Even at 20, I was still shy, despite my gangliness having disappeared. I had filled out, and was actually fairly toned and in shape. But I saw myself as the old me, and that kept me as a virgin at 20. I decided to change that, and during a break, went to Amsterdam and found a brothel. I nervously picked a prostitute, she took me to her room nonchalantly, sat on the bed, pulled down my pants...and her jaw hit the floor.
Now, I have always known I was large. Guys in shower rooms were tiny compared to me. So were porn stars. Hard, I am about 15 1/2 " long and about as big around as a can of coke (a bit bigger actually). But I never figured it mattered. Well this lady seemed to think it did. Her demeanor changed instantly. I won't go into the details, since this story isn't about her, but half an hour later, my first sexual experience was over. The whole time the hooker had been moaning and shaking. After, she was over the moon about me, and she refused to believe that I had been a virgin, claiming I was the best sex she ever had.
That night gave me a shot of ego, and broke me out of my shyness. Suddenly I looked around and noticed all the hot college girls that had been fawning over me. And now I didn't hesitate to pounce on them. The rest of the year was a flurry of class and sex. I never went to bed alone unless I forced women out of my room. And when I graduated, there was a veritable line of girls sad to see me go. I headed back to the states a confident stud. Looking forward to what new women the future held. Little did I know.
My first stop was my youngest sister's college. She was very much the girl next door to me. My sweet little sister, we always got along the best. She was brilliant and clever, and oh so cute and innocent. Her semester was ending in a week, so I was going to stay with her, and we would drive home together. I hadn't seen any of my family for over a year! The flight home was long (but made better due to a couple of bathroom meetings with a couple of flight attendants), but when I landed there was my sister, in a cute sundress, waiting. She ran into my arms and hugged me tight. Then I got a weird feeling. Did I just feel her bra-less nipples, pressed tight into me, get hard? She stepped back and looked me over, her hand resting on my chest.
"Well big brother, Britain seems to have done someone a lot of good." She gave me a look I had never seen before. There was a weird twinkle in her eye. "I have been looking forward to you coming back so much! Let's go!"
She grabbed my hand and hauled me to her waiting car. As she drove, she gabbed about school, and my sisters, but I couldn't help but notice her checking out my bulging crotch. I used to wear baggy pants to hide it, but my confidence had me wearing tight jeans to show it off. One look at it, and women started creaming. And I just realized my little sister was a woman...worse, no part of me seemed to be upset at where this may be headed. Aside from the glances, she seemed every bit my little sister. Maybe it was nothing. A part of me hoped that it was something.
Once we got to her place, she led me up the stairs to her apartment, telling me her roommates were out. But I couldn't help but look at her porcelain legs, running up her sun dress. We got to the living room, and I sat down, exhausted and jet lagged. She sat next to me, suddenly silent. She had that new look in her eye again. It looked mischievous and predatory.
"Big brother," she started, her voice low, and her eyes darting to my crotch at the word 'big'. "When I last saw you, I was 17. Now I'm not. So now, I can do this..." She lunged onto me, pressing her mouth to mine, her tongue darting in, and one hand gripping my cock through my jeans. No part of me pushed her away. After several minutes of heaving kissing, she pulled away. "God, it feels bigger than I had hoped. You have no idea how long I have wanted this cock of yours." I couldn't speak, as she started taking off my pants, my nearly hard cock bouncing up, once she got them past my knees.
"Oh fuck, it's enormous!" She exclaimed as she grabbed it, her fingers nowhere close to encircling it.
She looked into my eyes, as she lowered her mouth to my cock, her own eyes filled with lust. I moaned as her mouth slid over the head. Most girls couldn't even manage that far, but she kept going down. She began to bob, forcing herself lower and lower. Reaching 12 inches, further than anyone before, and she wasn't done! One hand rolled my bloated balls, while her tongue worked magic on the underside of my shaft. My balls pumped precum and she swallowed vigorously, moaning when an especially large batch hit her tongue. Finally, I felt her lips in my pubes, my fat shaft stuffed deep down her throat. No one had done that, out of the dozens and dozens of women I had been within the last year. How could my innocent little sister?
"Impressed big brother?" She popped her mouth off long enough to say, which caused my balls to push out a dollop of precum. She lapped it up. "God you taste good."
And then she went back to work with a vigor. Bobbing her head with increased speed, worshipping my cock with her mouth and tongue, and her hands fondling my balls. It was amazing watching her slender throat swell as she rammed my cock down it. And the *gluck gluck* sounds as she did so were an amazing turn on.
I suddenly realized that up to this point I hadn't really done anything but enjoy what she was doing. So I reached over, and lifted the hem of her sun dress, exposing her delicate cotton panties. They were soaked, which was an effect I was used to but it was so much hotter that this was my sister! I pulled them aside, and slid a finger in effortlessly and she moaned around my cock. I was expecting it to be at least somewhat tight, but it wasn't, so I slid in a second...then a third and fourth! At first I was dismayed that my apparently not so innocent little sister was quite experienced, but that dismay quickly turned to excitement as I realized that for my first time with her, I wouldn't have to go slow. Usually I am way too big the first time I am with a girl, so I have to go more slowly until they stretch out...not this time! As I worked on her gushing pussy, I started humping my hips to meet her mouth. This throat fucking really seemed to turn her on even more, as her dripping pussy told me.
"Are you ever going to cum? I want a belly full before we head upstairs, and I know these babies are going to give it to me." She popped her mouth off long enough to say and squeezed my nuts at that last part.
Normally I hold on till the woman is spent, but if she wanted an appetizer before the main event, I wasn't going to let her down. "Sure sis, keep sucking and you'll get more than you bargained for."
I said this knowing that one wad of my load made Peter North's load look like a dribble. My balls produced sperm at an amazing rate, and fired it out like a fire hose. And, while I had never tasted it myself, women went gaga over it. My sister went back to work, and I quit holding back. I could feel my balls start churning and my cock swelled even bigger. My sister felt this, and pulled it out of her throat, leaving just the tip of the head in her mouth. She really wanted to make sure she got a good taste apparently. I felt it traveling up my shaft, and blast into her mouth. The sheer volume surprised her, but she still swallowed like a pro. Blast after blast, I could see her throat working, like someone chugging a bottle of soda. She didn't miss a drop! Other girls ended up having it spray everywhere...they couldn't keep up. I was both proud of my sister, and at the same time wondered where she had gotten so good.
Once I was drained, she got up, and led me up the stairs to the bedroom by my cock, which was still hard and ready for round two. Without so much as a word, she threw herself on her bed, flung off her dress and panties, and lay there, spread and ready for me. That same glint was in her eye.
"Ok Mark. Get that horse cock over here and fuck your little sister."
God, it was so hot hearing her say those words. So innocent looking, but obviously a vixen underneath it all. I crawled onto the bed, and wasted no time. Lining up my cock, I rubbed it up and down against the folds of her nearly hairless and naturally red haired pussy, she moaned.
"Uhhh, I can't wait any more. Shove it in!"
Not one to let my sister down, I pushed forward quickly, and in it went. Whatever she had used to open herself up was still not as thick as me, so it was still tight enough to enjoy, but loose enough that it just kept sliding.
"Fuck yes! Keep going!" She screamed. I plunged on.
At about thirteen inches, I hit her cervix. Her hips bucked up and down, but not in pain. In orgasm! Her head and eyes rolled back and her hands clutched at the sheets.
"Fuuuuck! Better than I imagined!" After a few more twitches at the end of her orgasm she looked me in eyes. "Start fucking, and don't hold back!" She ordered.
Normally I would take it slow and build up. But she wanted it all now, so I gave it to her. I began slamming in and out with foot long strokes, jamming in with so much force that her juice would squirt out. She still wanted more. She pulled up her legs and laid them over my shoulders, allowing me to pump harder. I fucked her like this for about ten minutes, with her cumming 4 times during, before she said anything aside from screaming and grunting.
"Uh-uh. Big brother, I want to be on top. Get on your back."
I wasn't used to the women I was with being so assertive. They were usually at my mercy, and didn't care what I did, since they orgasmed regardless. But I pulled out with an audible plop and rolled over. She straddled me, letting my cock rest against the length of her wonderful butt crack. She bent down and kissed me passionately before standing slightly to get the head of my cock at her entrance. She inserted it, and let herself drop, impaling herself the full thirteen inches. Her back arched and I felt her pussy grip me in orgasm as she screamed. Without waiting she began to ride hard. Her hips swiveled nimbly, and she deftly used the muscles of her pussy to stimulate me further. My God where had she learned all of this? It felt amazing. She must have ridden me like that for nearly half an hour, thrashing about during each of her many orgasms. It had never been so hard for me to keep from cumming.
I could see that she was running out of steam, but she was so determined to keep going. To give me pleasure. I rolled her over on to her back, my massive cock never leaving the velvety glove of her cunt. I looked down at her sweaty milk white skin, flushed from exertion and lust. I pumped my cock with short inch long strokes and bent down to take one of her pink nipples in my mouth. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.
"Mark, cum for me.' She whispered in exhaustion. "Give me one more big one, and then cover me."
"Your wish is my command little sister." I mumbled as I sucked on her small firm tit.
I straightened up, and really started hammering into her. Long, fast, forceful strokes. I could feel her building quickly. She bucked her hips into me, and then exploded as I pulled out and let myself go with a howl. While my own load began to drench my sister, I felt a spray of liquid blast my balls, which hung at the entrance to her pussy. Little Bryce was a squirter! The excitement of that realization sent even more spunk flying to land on her. Once done I collapsed down next her and she groaned in pleasure.
"I have been imagining what being covered in your cum would feel like for months." She said, and began lazily scooping up my sperm, and licking it from her fingers.
While she cleaned herself, I began to come down from the clouds. I had just royally fucked my favorite sister. And she was the best lay of my life! And, she had been planning it for some time.
"Bryce, we need to talk..." I began, my blood leaving my cock, and letting my brain work again.
"Oh, please don't bring up the 'we are brother and sister' bit." She said, stretching and then turning to me. "I'm not some silly little girl. I know full well what I did. I just fucked the biggest stud on the planet. And I loved every inch of it. And, after I get some sleep, I am going to do it again."
I chuckled. "No I wasn't going there. That was way too good for me to turn down again. Actually, I was wondering where this came from. I mean, I have always thought you were beautiful, but it never occurred to me to fuck you. And certainly not that you would want to fuck me."
"That, big brother, is an interesting story..."So, there I was, lying in bed with my youngest sister having just had mind blowing sex with her. As the fog of lust lifted, I asked her how in the heck this had happened. She just smirked at me, and started her story.
"Well, I have always been kind of sweet on you Mark. We've always been close. And I think by now you may have noticed that most women seem to have a soft spot for you. But this" she said as she grabbed my deflated cock "all started about a year ago when Lindsey talked mom into getting her a new computer, and I inherited her old one. I was messing around with it, and found a file someone had tried to delete but forgot to clean out the recycle bin. It was a video, of you, masturbating."
She grinned at the puzzled look on my face. "I've never made a video of myself doing that!"
"Oh, I know you didn't make it. I am pretty sure Lindsey did. It looks like she hid in your closet when you last visited home and took the video then." She could see me start to ask more questions, but she cut me off. "Let me finish and you can ask questions later. So, I had this video of you stroking that huge piece of meat and then blowing a load all over your bed. You have no idea how many times I have got off while watching that video. I think I have always been a size queen, and I knew from how the doctor had responded that my vagina was larger than normal. I hadn't found any guys that really did anything for me in that area. But when I saw you, I knew I had to have you. Finally a cock that looked to be able to really stretch me." I could see her eyes sparkle as she remembered back.
"So, I decided that when you next came home, I was going to get you. I got online and ordered novelty dildos and toys to work myself up to size. And I lured as many guys back here as I could for practice. I had to make sure that your first time with me would be special. I knew by the time you came back that some other girl would have figured out what a stud you were, and took you for herself...if not more than one girl." She winked at me and I blushed. It was funny how easily we went from animal sex back to brother and sister.
"I even had plans for if you tried to resist. One way or the other, you were getting fucked!" And we laughed.
"Don't worry sis, there was no way I could resist you."
"I was actually a bit worried." She said, her tone changing to a more serious one. "I mean, I know I am cute and all, but I am definitely not as hot as Shyla or mom, so I didn't know if you had ever looked at me sexually. I am sure any family fantasies were dominated by those two. And I figured you probably had your share of European hotties. I didn't know if I would stack up."
Wow, as confident as she had been, I would have never guessed how insecure she felt inside. I moved closer and pulled her in and hugged her. Then I kissed her sweetly on the lips. She was back to being my cute little sister.
"You've always been my favorite sister. You know that. And I hadn't ever really thought of any of you like that. Besides, my God, you sure know how to be sexy. When you locked those eyes on me, I was done. And you are far and away the best lay I have had! As your brother, I am a bit disturbed at how many guys you must have screwed to get that good." We laughed, and she hugged me again.
"Thanks Mark. I just hope I stay your favorite once we get home."
"Why do you say that?" I asked the confusion obvious on my face.
"Oh, come on Mark. The door is open. I could feel it when you got off the plane. You used to simply make women like you, now you practically exude sex! I know Shyla will crack. And I think Lindsey has always had a crush on you."
"Lindsey? No way! She is always such a bitch to me." Shyla I could see. She was definitely a party gal. But Lindsey had treated me like crap since I could remember.
"Silly boy, that's WHY she has treated you like that. Remember, she took the video of you. I think she has had a thing for you for years, and to help deal with it, she treats you like crap. Besides, she's bitchy to everyone. Anyway, I think Mom is one you really need to do. If nothing else, to cure her of dad."
I was shocked. Not about the dad part. None of us liked him. He didn't care about any of us, and he was never home. Worst of all, he treated mom like dirt. No, I was shocked about mom. Aside from her hotness, my mom was practically June Cleaver. She actually wore an apron while she worked in the kitchen. No way could I think of her jumping me.
"I keep forgetting how out of the loop you are. Us girls have been talking about this for a long time. Years ago, Shyla overhead a conversation mom had on the phone with someone. Apparently dad had cheated on her, the little shit, and she was defending why she stayed with him. She said something about dad having a 'big' ten inch cock and she couldn't lose that. It seems that being a size queen runs in the family." She squeezed my dick again. "So, I am betting that one look at your third leg, and dad will be a single man. If nothing else, you need to give mom that."
I was reeling. I had never really thought of my mother sexually, and now my sister had me imagining what it would be like to 'cure' her of my shitty father. Suddenly my mind started filling with thoughts of my mother...the round bottom, soft lips, and enormous breasts. Oh how my life had changed!
"It seems that my big brother likes the idea of fucking our mom." Bryce said jokingly, bringing me out of my thoughts by stroking my inflating dick. "A less secure girl might get jealous."
"So, seriously, you think I should bone the whole family?" My brain was like one of those cartoons where a devil and angel appears on each shoulder. But in my case, even my angel was enticed by the idea of having sex with my sisters and mother.
"Yes I do. You've already added a whole other level to our relationship, you could rid us all of dad, un-bitch Lindsey, and finally give Shyla the fucking she has been searching for. Now, if you don't mind, I am going to get some sleep, and let my poor pounded pussy rest for tomorrow."
"Wait, you're going to just leave it like that! You can't just roll over and go to sleep after all of this."
Bryce gave me a short kiss and did, in fact, roll over, and quickly fell asleep. And here I was mind adrift with so many thoughts. In one fell swoop, Bryce had changed my family from four women I adored to four women I wanted to hear screaming my name. Actually, that was what was weirdest of all...I now saw them as both. Since my awakening, women had turned into objects. Just things I used to get myself off. But my family...I actually cared about them. And if Bryce was any indication, they would be more than just sex. These thoughts kept me up for more than an hour, despite the combination of jet lag and exhaustion from what had happened with Bryce. But I did eventually drift off.
When I awoke, the sun was just coming up. Bryce was still asleep next to me. In the morning light, she looked angelic. And for some reason, this reminded me that I was still covered in dried sweat from the night before. I didn't deserve to lie next to her like this. I eased myself out of bed, making sure not to wake my sister, and headed for the shower. The hot water felt good. I let myself go, as it washed over me, my mind blanking. Ignoring the thoughts of yesterday's revelations. I'm not sure how long I was in there before Bryce jerking open the shower curtain snapped me out of it. She stepped into the tub and under the spray without a word. Only a wry smile let me know that she was planning more than a simple shower. It took almost a full minute before the part of my brain that was a stud stepped up and smacked me into action.
My sister stood there, the spray wetting her down, facing away from me. I came up behind her and ran my hands up and down her body. Her smooth skin, slick from the shower, felt amazing. I reached around and cupped her firm breasts, her nipples becoming hard immediately.
"Hmmmm...Somehow I knew this was going to be a better shower than I am used to." She said as she arched her back, pushing her tight little ass into my crotch. As my cock rose to the occasion, I moved one hand down from her breast to her pussy, causing her to spread her legs. My cock rose up between them, nestling along her pussy and jutting out the front. My sister began swiveling her hips forward and back, running her cunt along my shaft. I could even feel the hard numb of her clit as it ran along my length.
"Ahhh...that feels good, big brother. But I have some bad news. That wonderful piece of meat you have did more of a number on my poor vagina than I thought. It's still sore." How could she come in here and get me worked up like this, and then try and back out?
"But I also have some good news." She said, as she squirted some conditioner on the five or so inches of my cock that were sticking out the front, and began to rub it in. "My pussy and throat aren't the only parts of me I have been stretching out for you." She turned her head to look at me; the wicked smile on her face was beginning to become familiar.
My eyes went wide. Was she suggesting what I think she was? Of my many conquests, none had been able to take me up their ass. Most wouldn't even let me try, and the ones that did couldn't even get the head in. And here was my little sister, looking at me with a look that said 'Yes, big brother, I can take that big cock of yours up my ass.'
I stepped back, my cock sliding along her eliciting another moan. She reached around with the hand that had been lubing my cock and applied some to her little rosebud. Then she bent over, and used her other arm to brace herself against the wall. My cock quivered in anticipation, as I watched my sister work her whole fist into her ass, lubing it as she went. Eventually she pulled her hand free, and placed her other arm against the wall. She didn't say a word; she just shook her tight little ass sexily.
I placed the bulbous head of my cock against her entrance, reached forward grabbing her hips, and pushed forward while pulling her back. Her hole slowly stretched, and then suddenly the head popped in. Despite just having her fist up there, Bryce couldn't have been ready for the feelings shooting through her over stuffed ass.
"Ooooooh, ssssshit! Your fucking cock is splitting me in half!" She screamed. I was afraid I had hurt her, and began to pull back. But rather than recoil, she kept pushing back into me. "No, give me more...I want more of your cock!" Jeez my sister was such a cock slut! I continued to work my cock into her. In and out, stretching her...splitting her open. She moaned and grunted, continuing to push back and meet my thrusts. It took me about ten minutes to get about half my dick in her. At that point she let out a wail.
"Fuuuuck yes! Huh-huh-huh." She cried out as she wriggled on my dick. I felt her pussy juice spray my ball sack. "Mark, you bull dicked stud! Enough going easy on me. Let me have it!" I decided to tease her, and continued giving her slow small thrusts. She tried to pound back into me, but I was able to hold her tiny frame still. It was about time for me to take control and let her know who the stud really was. I reached out and grabbed her by her red locks, pulling her upright, eight inches of cock still up her ass.
"You want this cock? You want all of the orgasms that will come from me fucking you for the next half hour?" I asked, whispering in her ear. "Then beg me for it. Beg me for my cock."
She needed no further prodding. "I need you to fuck me with that massive cock, Big Brother! I need that big piece of me to stretch me like no one else can." She shouted, still trying to wiggle deeper onto my dick. "I need you to slam that thing into me over and over. Break me in! Show your little sister-cock-slut who's boss. Punish my poor little ass!"
Damn, the mouth on her! Before the last few days, I had never heard most of the words coming out of her mouth. Hearing them spurred me on to new heights. I pushed her back down, dug my fingers in the flesh of her hips and ass, and really started fucking. In and out, with deep strokes, I increased the power of my thrusts as I went. She continued to stretch out, and more of my cock was able to bury inside her. Minutes continued to pass. She had orgasm after orgasm. I was amazed that her little ass was taking more of my cock than most girls pussy's could.
"Damn Bryce, you are built for big dick." I said, as I continued to hammer into her. She sobbed and wailed through yet another powerful orgasm, before turning her head towards me. "I'm built for YOUR big dick, Mark...ah-ahhh." She was interrupted as a small orgasm passed through her. Her ass muscled clutched at my member. "I'm coming almost the whole time that thing is inside of me." Then she shivered through another orgasm.
Speaking of coming, I was starting to get close. I could feel my cock start to swell as it approached its impending release. Bryce felt it too and quickly pulled herself off and swung around to her knees, ready to take my load. She slid my cock along the side of her face, jerking it with one hand, the other gently squeezing my bloated nuts. My cum slit widened, ready to unleash, and it wept pre-cum that Bryce wiped around her mouth.
"Please Mark. Promise me I will always be your favorite. Promise!" She looked at me, her face flushed and full of adoration and also fear. My own face contorted, as I grimaced, seeking release. Bryce was gripping the base of my cock tightly. Her hand struggling to keep me from blowing until I answered her.
"I promise! Now take my load, my favorite little cum slut!" I yelled, and she quickly jammed the tip of my head past her lips. My first blast surged forward as she released the base. The dam burst, and the backed up cum made yesterday's blast seem tiny. Her cheeks bulged, and she couldn't swallow it all before the next equally large blast came. Some sprayed and dribbled out of the sides of her mouth, but she redoubled her efforts. Her throat worked furiously on each subsequent volley. For almost a full minute I pumped, and as the torrent finally subsided, Bryce pulled away, coughing and catching her breath. Panting, she looked up at me.
"Guess I won't be needing breakfast." She grinned, patting her now slightly swollen belly. A burp escaped her lips.
I collapsed down into the tub, exhausted, satisfied, and laughing. She laughed too, and crawled against me, lying together in the warm spray of the shower. We lay there until the hot water started to run out, and then quickly finished cleaning up.
The rest of the week was a weird but wonderful mix of raw animal sex and sibling love. On more than one occasion did I pound her through so many orgasms that she would literally pass out. Only to later see us sitting around joking and flirting. I helped her study for her final at the end of the week. Not that she needed it. Bryce was the smartest of us, she was going to ace this class. If she didn't, it was going to be from lack of sleep and brain cells killed by too many orgasms. I was grateful that her roommates had both finished the semester early, and would be gone until after the summer, so she and I didn't have to sneak around. We only wore clothes when we left the apartment.
Friday finally came, Bryce took her exam, finished in record time, and we were headed down the road. On our way home. And my mind was increasingly filled with thoughts of what was to come. The drive home took longer than normal. We had to pull over at a rest stop and push the shock absorbers to their limits. Another time we ran off the road during an intense orgasm that was the culmination of my sister's oral ministrations. Finally, we did make it home and pulled into our driveway.
Now, our house was very nice. Not because dad made much money. No, it was from mom. Or at least her side of the family. My grandmother was very well off. And by that I mean she had millions. We rarely saw her, since she was always traveling the globe. When we were young, Grandma had left a trust fund to my mother. It was specifically meant only for my mom and us kids. Anything purchased with it could not be left to my dad in the event of divorce. So, mom had used some to buy a very nice house. Two stories, with a huge basement, big yard, and pool. As nice as it was, my mom kept it simple and clean. It was nothing like my Aunt Nicole's mansion (more on her later). But it was home.
Bryce ran into the house with me trailing, toting all of our bags. When I got inside and dropped the luggage, there was Bryce hugging my mom. Her hair was up in a bun and sure enough she had her apron on. The house smelled of wonderful food. And I noticed happily that dad was nowhere to be found.
"Bryce, you're glowing! What's gotten into you? Did you find a boyfriend?" My mom asked, holding her youngest at arm's length. Bryce grinned and looked at me. "I think it's from having our wonderful Mark back." We exchanged a knowing look.
My mother finally turned her attention to me. And much like when I met Bryce in the airport, my mother responded oddly. There was a brief look that passed across her face, only to be quickly swallowed by motherly love. A look of pure passion. Had Bryce been right about mom?
"Oh, Mark! You look so handsome!" She rushed over to me and pulled me down into a hug (she being considerably shorter than I). I couldn't help but think about the feeling of her enormous breasts pressing into me. I looked over at my sister, while my mother continued her crushing hug. Bryce had that glint in her eye. She too was thinking about more than a happy family reunion. Mom pulled back, her eyes glistening with held back tears.
"It's been so long since my little boy has been home!" Bryce giggled at the absurdity of calling me little in any way. "Don't make fun of me young lady. I can't help it if I have missed my only boy." My mom defended, misunderstanding Bryce's giggle.
"He's not much of a boy anymore mother."
"Oh, he'll always be my little boy." Under her breath, my sister muttered "We'll see about that."
"Now Mark, take your bags downstairs. Your room is ready and waiting for you." And she shoved me towards the basement. "Dinner is almost ready!" She called as I headed down
I had been given the basement as my room early on, to give me some privacy from a house full of females. I headed down the stairs, and there it was. A mix of a bedroom and a large living room. Big bed, big couch, and a big TV. I even had a door that led directly outside, again so I didn't have to deal with the all female world upstairs. Although now I wouldn't want to be avoiding it anymore. I was already pondering how to sneak up and bone my sister.
As I unpacked and hung up my clothes in the closet, I couldn't help but think about my pill of a sister Lindsey huddled in there and taping me. I already had some ideas about how to pay her back for that. I was broken out of my thoughts as my mother called down, reminding me about dinner.
Upstairs a wonderful meal waited. It had been years since I last had a good home cooked meal. We all talked and laughed and ate. My mother was positively charmed by Bryce and me. We were the smart and clever ones. Our banter had my mother in stitches, and often blushing when it turned risqué. She listened in rapt attention as I regaled stories of Europe. Although, my stories paused a few times, when I would jump from Bryce's foot caressing my crotch across the table.It was pretty late before mom decided to clear the table. She told us to change into our PJ's and we would watch a movie together, something we hadn't done in forever. I raced down stairs and changed into some lose bottoms with no top. Back in the living room, I met Bryce who was in a long t-shirt. I wondered if she was brave enough to be bare underneath. She planted a deep kiss on my lips as we heard mom bustling around in the kitchen.
"Remember your promise Mark." She whispered.
"Of course I will. But why are you bringing that up?"
"Tomorrow I am going to visit some high school friends. I fully expect to come home to the sounds of mom having orgasms." And she gave me 'the look' as I had come to call it.
"What are you talking about? She hasn't done or said anything-"
"Mark, her nipples have been hard since she hugged you. Without me to keep her off you, she doesn't stand a chance." She gave me another quick kiss, and groped my cock before plopping down onto the couch. Mom came in with a big bowl of popcorn. She had changed into a long silk robe. On most women it would have been totally unrevealing. But on my curvy little mother, it enticingly hinted at what lie beneath. A slight glimpse of cleavage and the wiggle of her ass. I quickly had to change my thoughts to keep from eventually ripping my pajamas.
We all got comfortable, with me in between my mom and sister. Bryce hit the remote to start whatever movie she had picked. It turned out to be some kind of suspense horror movie. Man, she was devious. This gave plenty of reason for both of them to snuggle close, and clutch at me during a scary scene. More than once, I found myself hugging them tight. It was very intimate, without being overtly so.
By the time it was done, everyone was definitely ready for bed. And as my mother tiredly got out from under my arm, I actually caught her taking a big whiff of my chest. More than one girl had commented on how manly I smell. And here I had just caught my own mother enjoying it. I was starting to think Bryce was right. I headed to bed dreaming of what tomorrow might hold.
I woke the next morning to something that had become normal in the last week: Bryce's pussy near my face, as she lay across me, swallowing my cock. I could tell she was in a hurry. These morning sessions were usually languid. This morning her movements were more determined. So I quickly went to work on her dripping cunt, giving her three quick orgasms before she swallowed her new favorite breakfast.
"Hmmm...delicious as usual. Sorry to make this so quick, but mom will be up soon. And I have to head out to meet my friends for breakfast." She quickly hopped off the bed, before bounding up the stairs, blowing me a kiss as she left.
By the time I had showered, dressed, and climbed the stairs, Bryce was gone. Mom had made me a big breakfast. I dug in, praising her cooking, and she blushed uncharacteristically. We chatted and joked, with my mother being more attentive and full of praise than usual. I helped her clean up and we washed and dried dishes side by side. I found myself finding ways to brush against her. Hands meeting in the soapy water. Or my hand brushing her ass as I passed behind her to put up a dish.
The day went on like that. I helped her around the house and catching up on the last two years. At one point, mom had me on a ladder, lifting stuff into the attic. I actually saw her staring at my crotch! Bryce was totally right. I knew then that mom was mine. I also realized that during the morning, mom had snuck away to her room several times. I had an idea about what she was doing. So I decided to really push it, and find out. At lunch, mom was in the kitchen, reaching for a plate on a high shelf. I came up behind her, one hand on her hip, the other grabbing the plate for her. I made sure to press my cock into her ass as I did so and just before breaking awa, she actually rubbed her ass back into me.
"M-Mark. Thank you. Um...I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me." She said, obviously flustered. Her skin was blushing, and I could see the outline of her nipples. She moved quickly from the kitchen, upstairs. If she just needed the bathroom; she could use the one here. She was going to her room. I gave her a minute, then crept up the stairs to the closed door of her room and listened.
What I heard was a low buzzing punctuated by my mother moaning and mumbling my name. "Oh, Mark. Oh, it would feel so good." I heard her say. That was my cue. I peeled off my clothes, rubbed my nearly hard cock to full attention, and opened the door.
And there was my mother, lying on her bed, her skirt pulled up and legs spread. Her panties were on the floor and she had a good sized pink vibrator plunged into her moist cunt. Her hips were bucking. She was obviously orgasming, so it took her a few seconds to realize that I had entered. And another few seconds for her to realize that I was naked and standing there with my tree trunk of a cock pointing at her.
"Mark, no." She cried, before her eyes focused on my cock. "My God...so big!" She muttered.
"That's right mom. I'm big. I'm enormous!" I said, gripping my cock and waggling it towards her. I could see her eyes glaze. Bryce was right. Mom was a total size queen. "Admit it mom. You want me to climb onto that bed and feed your little boy's monster cock into your dripping pussy."
She didn't respond at first. The room was silent aside from the buzz of her vibrator. So I pushed the issue.
"You know my cock will feel better than that toy, and definitely better than dad's shrimp dick." I saw a moment of realization pass over her. I mentioned dad on purpose. And her lust fogged brain quickly made the connections. Why put up with her cheating husband when she could have her cunt properly pounded by her stud of a son?
"Yes." She finally whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, momma wants your cock." She whispered again.
"I can't hear you mom." I teased. And she snapped.
"Get over here and stuff that cock into mommy, you mother fucker!" Holy shit! From shy to slut in under a minute. It seemed that everyone in my family had some kind of recessive sex gene, just waiting to get out.
I didn't waste time; I crawled into bed, and lined my cock up with her moist opening. Based on the size of her toy, I figured she was probably tighter than Bryce, so I was going to have to go a bit slow at first. I started rubbing my cock head up and down her slit, pushing as I did so. She moaned and tossed her head as I did so. After a few minutes, the head finally popped in. Her back arched, and her pussy gripped my cock.
"Ooooooh, Mark! More! Give mommy more." So I did. I slowly started working more into her. She had an orgasm after every inch or two I stuffed into her. Eventually I reached down and ripped open her button down shirt. And there, encased in a black bra, were the tits I had been dreaming about since Bryce first hinted at fucking my mother.
"Does my little boy want to see momma's breasts?" Mom asked, teasingly. "Well, momma will show him, if he promises to suck on them while her fucks her." I just nodded. She unclasped her bra, and her big tits spilled out. Large and firm, with tear drop like sag. Pink nipples topped puffy areola. I immediately latched onto her left nipple and started sucking. My mother grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me harder into her chest, and as I sped up the stretching of her pussy.
"Baby." She said after a few minutes, pulling my head away. "Baby, your beautiful dick is as deep as anyone has ever been. And you've stretched me more than ever before. The rest of my pussy is yours. Your father will never experience it. Now claim the rest of mommy's pussy, baby. Take it! Fuck me!"
That did it. I grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her into me, and I pushed. I claimed the last two inches of her cunt and one lunge. She screamed and came violently before grabbing my face and kissing me sloppily. Then the real fucking started. I worked almost a foot of cock in and out of her. She had wrapped her legs around me, began clawing at my back, and orgasms rolled through her. The furious motions of my fucking was causing her tits careen around her chest almost hypnotically.
By this time, I had been fucking for over 30 minutes. My mother having dozens of orgasms in the process. Our bodies were drenched in sweat. I could see the tell tale signs on my mother's face. She was almost done and I didn't want our first time to end with her passing out. So I started moving myself towards my own orgasm.
"Are you going to finally cum Mark? Cum for mommy! Cum all over mommy's big boobs!" She said, pressing her tits together, offering me a target. I pulled out, grunted, and my cock started spewing sperm all over my mother's offered tits. I covered them and then some. She purred beneath me rubbing her cum laden tits together. Then, from behind me, I heard someone clapping slowly.
"Very, very hot you two." Came Bryce's voice. My mother looked worried, but was stuck where she was with me straddling her. Bryce walked in and sat down on the bed. My mother started to stammer out some kind of explanation, but Bryce stopped her by scooping up some of my cum and licking it off her fingers.
"You really should taste it, mother. Trust me, it's wonderful." So many emotions crossed my mother's sex weary face. So my sister cleared things up. "Yes, mother, Mark and I have been fucking for almost a week now. And it was me that talked him into having sex with you today. And it will be me that joins the two of you later, after you rest." With that, she bent down and kissed our mother full on the lips.
I could NOT wait until my other sisters got home..When I woke up, it was dark in my mother's room. I must have slept the afternoon away. Mom was still in my arms, naked and sleeping. But Bryce was gone. I got worried and gingerly removed myself from my mother and went to look for my sister. I eventually found her in her room. She was crying! I came in, took her in my arms, and held her.
"Oh, Mark. I know I'm being silly, but I can't help it. I came home and heard mom screaming. It was so hot. But when we were all lying there, I started feeling like I was losing you. And Shyla will be home soon-"She started sobbing at this. I stroked her hair and held her tight. "-I can't compete with her! Guys get hard when she walks into the room!"
I was so surprised at her insecurity. Not but a few hours earlier she confidently strode into the room where my mother and I had just had explosive sex, and then ate my cum off my mother's breasts. What I saw here though, reminded me of the sister I used to know. Shy, sweet, and vulnerable. I pulled her back on the bed and lay down, resting her head on my chest, and continued to stroke her soft red hair.
"Hush now. Yes, you are being silly. You do know that my feelings for you have way more to them than sex, right?" She sniffed, but didn't speak. "So you remember when I was last home, and Shyla drug us out to that club? I made sure to sneak you in. And who did I dance with almost all night? Was it Shyla in her tank top and skin tight jeans? No, it was my favorite sister. The one I made sure to dance every slow dance with."
"You probably just felt sorry for me." She muttered into my chest.
"Ok, do you know how many times I have talked to Lindsey and Shyla on the phone in the last two years?" I felt her shrug. "Four each. For both Christmases and Birthdays that have passed. That's it."
"Really?"
"Yep." I knew that would mean something. Bryce and I had talked weekly. Not including regular emails and text messages. "And you know there are tons of other things that show which of you I love the most." I felt new tears leave her eyes and moisten my chest. I decided to switch tactics. Bryce was plenty smart enough to logically figure things out. She wasn't thinking with her head, she was worrying from her heart. So I had to put that at ease.
I gently pushed her off and got up. A worried look crossed my sister's tear streaked face, thinking I was leaving but I didn't. I grabbed her legs and gently slid her down the bed, pulling them apart, until her cut little ass rested at the edge. Then I knelt between her legs and began kissing and lightly licking along the length of one milky thigh. I moved very slowly, switching back and forth between her thighs, moving towards her pussy. I finally reached my goal. Her pretty pink pussy was opening for me, just starting to moisten.
I kissed her lips gently, and she moaned. I kissed more and more and began to slowly and softly lick. I felt her hands on my head begin to stroke my hair as I continued to work my lips and tongue around her increasingly moist lips, occasionally working my tongue into her pussy. I did this ever so slowly. I didn't want this to be the race to massive orgasms that sex usually was around me.
I could feel her excitement building. Several times I would pull back or slow down if I felt her get close to release. I teased and tickled her most intimate of places. Building her higher and filling her with intimacy, not lust. Her hips slowly worked, up and down back and forth. Her hands gently increased pressure, pulling me in. She moaned and purred the whole time. I would hear her say my name both lovingly and also begging for more. I eventually began to tease her clit. While not huge, it was still prominent. I licked and nibbled at the hard bud, between manipulations of her lips and kisses on her thighs.
I decided to bring her over the top. With one hand I began working on her moist hole while my mouth concentrated on her clit. Her hips started bucking, and she pulled me in hard.
"Oooooh Mmmmmaaarrrrrrk!" she moaned, gushing juices over my face and fingers.
I let her come down from her orgasm, before moving up, and pulling her back fully onto the bed. I looked down into her face she looked back, eyes wide and expectant.
"Bryce, I love you. And to prove that, I am going to do something I have never done." I kissed her softly. "I am going to make love to you."
"But you-"
"I said, make love, not fuck."
She looked back at me, realization dawning on her face. It flushed, and then her eyes welled with tears. I pressed myself into her. It wasn't the pounding forcefulness that was normal. It was slow and gentle. I slid in inch by inch until nudged up against her cervix, and then I eased back out. My penetration wasn't my focus. I was intent on caressing and kissing her. Feeling every part of her body. Lightly nursing on her breasts, caressing her torso and hips, and making love to her mouth.
On and on it went. Time ceased to mean anything. I didn't even think about myself. I just thrilled at watching her orgasm. Because of that, my own orgasm snuck up on me. I began to feel the tingle in my balls that signaled my own release. Rather than stave it off, I let it build. Bryce could feel my cock swell, and her eyes widened. But I didn't ram home, I simply continued to slide in and out, until I unleashed. And I didn't pull out. I let my balls unload, inside my sweet sister.
"Uh, God I love you Bryce" I moaned into her ear. I could feel the flood my own load mixing with her hers. She drew me in so tightly, I could hardly breathe. Her legs wrapped around me as we both quivered together. She buried her face into my shoulder and cried more.
As we came down from out emotional high, I heard crying from the doorway. Not the crying of sadness, but someone crying with joy.
"My babies! That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Came my mother's voice from behind us. I didn't bother to turn and look. I just remained clutching my sister as did she.
"Come down and have dinner when you feel up to it." Mom said, and then she went downstairs.
Bryce and I lay there for a while. She continued to clutch at me, shivering every now and then. I finally pushed myself up and looked down at her glowing face.
"I have never made love to anyone, before you." I whispered to her.
She just stared up at me, eyes brimming with tears, a smile on her lips.
"So, no more about this, ok? You will always be my favorite." She hugged me one last time, before I pulled out. "Now get cleaned up. I'm a little worried about mom." Bryce giggled at that and we both rushed off to get cleaned up and dressed.
I made it to the kitchen well before Bryce (she had a bit more to clean up...or shall we say, out). Mom was there bustling around whipping up dinner. She noticed me immediately, and rushed to hug me.
"Mark! You wonderful wonderful boy...well, I guess I should say man." I grinned back at her. "What you did for me...TO me earlier was AMAZING. But I am so happy and proud of what you and Bryce shared earlier." She said, her eyes brimming, holding my face in her hands.
"How long were you there?" I asked, wearily. I was worried that I would have to deal with my mother getting jealous.
"For most of it sweetheart. And it was wonderful. I know it's weird to hear your mother say this, but watching my only son and youngest daughter make love was so special. I won't ever forget it." She gave me a big hug, and the shoved me towards the table. "Now sit. Dinner is ready."
Bryce arrived just as mom was laying out the food. It wasn't anything grand, seeing as she hadn't much time to prepare. But with the day's physical and emotional exertion, it felt like a feast. Across the table, Bryce kept looking at me, and would blush when I caught her. This was the same girl, whom the night before during dinner was caressing my crotch with her foot. Now she was acting like a school girl. I found it terribly cute.
"Now," Mom announced "It's obvious that there are going to be some changes around here. Not only based on what has happened today, but my guess is that it won't take long for your sisters to be part of our new family life." Bryce and I both grinned guiltily.
"First and foremost, I am still your mother. You are both very grown up, but this is still my house. So, you may both outrank me in the bed room, but when I ask you to do something as your mother, I expect you to still respect me. That goes especially for you young man." I was a bit taken back by how stern she was being. "I do not want you getting out of chores by manipulating your poor mother with that slab of meat you have between your legs." Bryce giggled.
"I dunno Mom. I had planned to be waggling this meat for you quite a bit." I joked back at her. She grinned.
"Fair enough. But then I can't be held responsible if I use these," she hefted her large breasts "to get my way." We all laughed.
"No fair, I don't have any over grown body parts to flop around and get my way!" Bryce whined in mock indignation.
"I guess I am going to have to make a chart to make sure everyone is getting the same amount of my cock."
We all laughed hard and long, until mom cleared her throat and continued.
"Second, I don't want our family to just become a series of fucks. So please try and find time to be regular brother and sisters. Mark, tomorrow while I am at my lawyers, take your sister out."
"Lawyer?!" Bryce and I exclaimed together, hope in our voices.
"Yes, I am going to visit them and discuss divorcing your father." She said, a bit of venom is her voice when she mentioned dad.
Bryce jumped up and hugged mom tightly. "Oh mom! That's great!"
"Don't think I don't know that you were hoping Mark's amazing cock would bring this about. I know none of you have ever really cared for your father. Sadly, the women in our family are big cock addicts." Bryce nodded sagely. "But that is behind me, thanks to Mark." She smiled proudly at me.
"Anyway, I think it will be a relatively short process. Your Aunt Nicole hired a private investigator to spy on your father a few years back, and he came up with quite a lot pictures of your father cheating on me." Anger crossed her face, and I could see tears start to form in her eyes. But she shrugged it off. "So I don't think he will contest it."
"Enough about that. Let's enjoy the rest of our night."
And we did. We played cards and watched TV, and joked and laughed. Mom let me know that she would need some time to recuperate after today, but that didn't stop me from groping her tits and ass throughout the night. And when she left to go to bed, she gave a deep lingering tongue kiss.
I didn't really expect for mom to be ready to go again. Most women are left sore and tender after an hour of constant pounding by my mega cock. Bryce however seemed to be ready to go almost all the time. Which is why I was surprised when she excused herself shortly after mom, and only gave me a tender kiss.
"Goodnight Mark. I love you." Then she headed up the stairs. What a day. And in two days, Shyla would be home!
*
The next day, mom headed to her lawyer bright and early. Bryce was very flirty and affectionate. I took her to a nice lunch and a movie afterwards. During which she snuggled against me the whole time. We managed to keep things from being sexual, all day, as our mother had asked. Played mini-golf, had dinner, and headed home. It felt like a wonderful date as opposed to just hanging with my sister. But the non-sex stopped as soon as we got home. When we opened the door there was my mother, naked, in the living room. The rest of the night was spent with the three of us fucking, sucking, groping, licking, and most of all cumming. We all slept together in mom's bed exhausted and happy.
The next morning I was awoken to my mother and sister giving me a dual blowjob. Bryce was showing mom how she could actually take my whole cock down her throat. Mom kept trying, but couldn't manage, though she got an impressive amount. Eventually I rewarded them with a belly full of cum before we headed downstairs and mom made breakfast.
After, we headed to the airport to pick up Shyla. Her plane landed, and a few minutes later Shyla came bounding out, seeing us immediately and running over. Shlya definitely has mom's genes. Her huge tits bounced under her too small top, her ass threatening to burst from her jeans. She came straight to me, and enveloped me in a hug.
"Looks like my little bro has turned into a big stud!" She exclaimed loud enough for everyone around to hear. "I bet your bedpost is full of British babe notches." Shyla was that girl who said whatever was on her mind, to heck with what those around her thought.
Just as quickly as she started the hug, she pulled back, and turned to Bryce and tousled her hair and then pulled mom in for a hug. We quickly left the airport and headed home. Shyla loudly gabbing about this and that, asking me questions about Europe and never really giving me time to finish.
We had a full day, all of us together. It only ever went sour a few times when Shyla's boyfriend Jake would call and argue with her. It seemed Shyla was following in mom's footsteps. Luckily, once she was off the phone, she went right back to being cheery boisterous Shyla. It got really late, and she didn't appear to be slowing down. Mind you, she was living in California, so it wasn't as late to her, not to mention she had always been a night owl. Mom said goodnight around 10 and about midnight, Bryce and I were pretty much done. We tried to excuse ourselves, but Shyla stopped me.
"Come on Mark; keep your big sister company." She whined, giving me puppy dog eyes. Bryce just gave me 'The Look', which said to me 'Stay up, and be sure to fuck her big brother'. She left, calling out as she went up the stairs "You two have fun."
Shyla jumped up and headed for the back door. "I know, let's use the hot tub!"
"Sure, let me get my suit." I said, as I rose wearily.
"Pffft! What are you, an old man? We'll skinny it." She grabbed my hand and drug me out to the tub and fired it up. She wasted no time peeling herself out of her jeans and shirt. I stared in awe of her bronzed skin, lacking any tan lines I noted. Big breasts capped with nice sized nipples, round butt, shapely hips, thighs you want wrapped around your head. Damn my sister was hot.
"Enjoying the show?" She asked, easing herself into the water. "Your turn stud." I pulled of my shirt first. "Little Mark keeps himself in shape, nice. Let's see the package."
I grabbed my pants by the waist and pulled my pants and boxers down in one quick motion.
"Holy shit Mark! Guess I won't be calling you 'little' brother anymore."
"How does it compare to Jake's" I asked cockily as I joined her in the tub, sitting across from her.
"There isn't one. You look about as long soft as he is hard, and you're already much thicker. How many British gals have you split with that monster?"
"A few." I grinned.
"I wanna see how big it is when it's hard."
"Then you're going to have to make it hard." Wow, no seduction here, she was jumping right to it.
She slid around next to me in the tub, and started stroking my cock under the water. "I can't even get my fingers around it." As I came to my full hardness, her fingers were forced even further apart.
"All right, stand up so I can see." She ordered.
"Daaaaamn, mister horse cock!" Her eyes went wide as I stood. "You had better not have a problem with incest, because I am SO going to fuck you."
"I had better not have a problem with it, considering that I am fucking Bryce and mom." I grinned down at her confidently.
"Lucky sluts." She said, standing. She moved to the side of the tub and bent over, offering her pussy to me. "Get over here and add me to your conquests. Stuff that monster in me, and claim your big sister's cunt!" She said as she slapped her ass at me.
I didn't waste any time. I came up behind her, grabbed her hips, and slammed my dick into her. She wasn't as tight as mom but tighter than Bryce. I didn't bother to take it easy on her. I knew she could take it, so I just started hammering away. She was coming in no time, shouting obscenities at me. After her first big cum, she pulled away, and reached for her clothes, grabbing her cell phone. She started dialing while she expertly grabbed my cock, lined it back up with her pussy, and shoved back into me hard.
"Fuuuuck! Yes yes yes!" I could hear her phone ringing, and then a male voice answered.
"Yeah, Jake? This is Shyla. Fuck, it's so fucking big!" Holy shit, she called her boyfriend. I couldn't hear his part of the conversation, especially over Shyla's shouts. "I'm talking about the massive cock I have hammering in and out of my cunt." An orgasm rippled through her. "Ahahahuuuuuhh, shit that was a big one. This donkey-dicked stud is stretching me like you never could. I won't even be able to feel your tiny prick when he's done with me. Every time he slams into me, his balls swing and smack my clit. Fuck it feels so good. How the hell am I supposed to be satisfied by your little nuts now? Just one of his balls is bigger than your whole sack! Shhhhhiiiit, going to come again."
And she did. She shrieked and shook, as a chain of orgasms overtook her for almost a minute. When she was done, she grabbed the phone and the moron was still on the line.
"You've never even come close to making me cum like that little Jake. Yeah, that's it big boy, slap my ass!" She narrated. "Jake, I can't believe I've been wasting my pussy on your little wiener....oh, fuuuuuck! I'm putting the phone down now so he can really put it to me. You can listen to what it sounds like when a real man fucks me."
She lay the phone down, stood up and reached back and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my mouth to hers and kissed me sloppily. She practically sucked my tongue out of my mouth!
"Really give it to me now baby. Show my pussy no mercy!" She whispered, her voice dripping with lust.
I grabbed her bouncing tits, one in each hand and mauled them as I increased my speed and power. Her ass made loud slapping sounds as it struck my abdomen on every hard shove forward. She screamed and spasmed, her pussy walls gripping my cock hard every time she came. This went on for about 20 minutes before a particularly big orgasm took the last of the strength from her legs. I spun her around, lifted her up by her ass, her legs automatically wrapping around me, as I speared her back down onto my throbbing member.
I licked and sucked at her thick tits as I bounced her up and down on my meat. Several more orgasms had her so weak she collapsed against me, burying her head in my neck and screaming into it.
"Fuck my tits stud. Finish on my big titties." She panted into my ear. I sat her on the edge of the tub and she grabbed the phone.
"Still there wimp? Good. He's about to cum all over me. That's right, he's been going this whole time and hasn't cum yet. I can't wait to see how much his big hose shoots. Come here stud, fuck Shyla's tits." I laid my cock between the valley of her tits. She tried to wrap her tits around my schlong, but it was too thick. I started to ease it up and down, her sweat acting as lube. My enormous length meant that it easily reached her mouth, so she wrapped her lips around it and I began to fuck her tits and mouth. She kept her breasts pushed together with her arms, and used her hands to fondle my swinging balls."They're so hot. I can practically feel all the cum sloshing around in there. Unload it all over me, you fucking stud! Hose me down!"
My shaft swelled as my cum started the long journey down my length. My cum slit widened and then a fountain of cum washed over my sister. I grunted as each long jet of sperm glazed her. I came for a good minute, with Shyla squeezing my balls to coax out every last drop she could. She looked like she had just gang banged a few dozen guys. She kissed my cock, and wriggled her tongue into the slit, when I saw a flash. She had just taken a picture with her cell, and sent it to Jake. Wonder what he would think of his ex-girlfriend, drenched in cum, French kissing my immense dick, as it lay between her tits. She hung up the phone without as much as a goodbye and tossed it aside, as she started cleaning herself up by shoveling my cum into her mouth.
"Damn Mark your cum is delicious. Is there anything your aren't great at, sex-wise? You must be some kind of sex god"
"The way you are worshipping my cock, maybe I am." I chuckled. She tried to stand, but her legs gave out so I picked her up in my arms. "Let's get you in bed. You're going to need your rest if you want to keep up with the new family games."
"Oh, I look forward to it. Can't wait to taste mom and Bryce. And I especially can't wait to see you tame our stuck up little Lindsey."
Neither could I...neither could I.I awoke late the next morning to find Bryce wrapped around me. Not sexually, but cuddling me. She apparently wasn't actually sleeping, as she sensed me wake and kissed me on the cheek. She was wearing cute cotton panties and a baby doll tee. I wasn't used to her (or anyone for that matter) being clothed while in bed with me.
"Morning sleepyhead." She whispered in my ear.
"What time is it?" It was hard to tell, being as my bedroom was in the basement.
"Pushing noon. Shyla is still out like a light. You really gave it to her last night. Mom and I could hear you two from the house. I wouldn't be surprised if Mrs. Hartley next door heard you."
That was an interesting thought. I wondered what our neighbor would think of that. I decided to just lay there for a while in my sister's arms. As much as I loved sex, it felt wonderful to also share something more emotional and intimate. Bryce seemed to be happy with that, and she just lay there next to me, purring every now and then as I caressed her casually. I'm not sure how long we lay there before I heard the door to the upstairs open and mom called down.
"Get up you two. Lunch time!" She called down cheerily.
We got up, and headed for lunch hand in hand. Upstairs, mom was moving around the kitchen and Shyla sat at the breakfast bar. Mom seemed about ready to burst with happiness as she bustled around making a lunch far more intricate than any of us deserved, whereas my big sister looked practically hung over. She was never good at waking up. Especially not after being up well past midnight and then fucked harder than she had ever before. Bryce and I sat on stools next to her. She didn't really look up, as she held her head sleepily in her hands, but she did reach over and squeeze my cock through my boxers. We looked like quite a group. Me in my boxers, Bryce in her cotton panties and baby doll tee, Shyla topless wearing a thong and mom fully dressed in an apron.
Once lunch was served, mom laid out her rules to Shyla. Shyla was ecstatic about mom leaving dad. I literally had to knock the phone from her hand as she tried to call and berate him. The other 'rules' I knew would be hardest for Shyla. She was never one for following rules to begin with. So I figured the rule about not making the family become only about sex would be hard on her. And sure enough, the next few days proved that to be true. At every chance she tried to get at my cock. Even when her pussy was too sore to take it, she still wanted to suck it or jerk it or have it between her tits.
Now, I am sure most guys out there would love to have that problem. But having my sister looking at me like I was just life support for a cock left me feeling cold. Until I realized that Shyla and I never had that much in common anyway. Her thoughts rarely left things like clothes, drinking, or sex. That helped me deal with it better. I still had to fight her off some. When you can pretty much have sex whenever you want, it becomes less of a priority. I looked forward to hanging with my family more.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't avoid sex. One night I watched a movie with my gals. I had my hands around Bryce and my mom, kneading mom's big tits and tweaking my sister's hard nipples. Shyla spent most of it kneeling before me, bobbing her head on my cock, trying her best to take it all. Every now and then, Bryce would pop it out of Shyla's mouth and jam it down her own throat, taking the whole thing and burying her face in my balls. I think she liked showing Shyla that she was better at pleasing me. And frankly she was. Shyla's sex was blatant and direct. Oh, it was still great. But sex with mom had an element of bringing out her inner slut. She was always so strait laced, that it was a huge turn on to have her gag on my cock trying to take more or beg me to fuck her harder.
Bryce was just amazing. From her ability to deep throat my whole cock, to the way she swiveled her hips while we fucked, or how she could contract her pussy muscles. It was also more than that. Shyla and mom were still fairly dominated by my cock. No matter how aggressive Shyla was, in the end I was in control. Bryce took charge. Like the day we were all out by the pool. I was applying lotion to mom's back. Nothing overtly sexual. Bryce gets up, unties mom's bikini top and tells her to roll over. She squirts a bunch of oil on mom's now bare breasts, and the calls Shyla (who always tans naked) over and orders her to lie on top of mom and rub their big tits together. Then she had me move up by their heads and stuff my cock between their rubbing oily breasts. As I tit fucked their combined cleavage with my massive dick, Bryce moved around behind and began manipulating both of their pussies. Eventually she had worked her whole hand into each of them (not that hard to do after both of them had taken my mega cock) and fisted them hard. They both came on Bryce's fists as I shot a huge load over their tits and bellies.
That was the sexual side of Bryce. She and I still shared tender moments where her soft vulnerable side came out. Where she blushed and giggled. Kissing me softly and holding me tightly. Not to mention how we just got along in general. We connect mentally, so we can have long discussions about all kinds of things. That's pretty much why I decided that I was in love with my sister. I mean, I loved all of my family, but I was actually falling for Bryce.
All of this happened over the next week. And then Lindsey came home. Everyone's mood changed. Not just because we weren't sure if the family 'fun' could continue with her around, but also just the stress she added to the house. You have Shyla, who is always bouncy and fun. Mom, who is sweet and kind. Bryce, who is cute and clever. And then you have Lindsey. She manages to find fault with everything and everyone. She used to be more fun, but high school really seemed to change her. She became snooty and distant. I was looking forward to testing Bryce's theory that Lindsey had turned that way to deal with having the hots for her brother.
When Lindsey first got home she was pleasant enough. She was still a bit distant and had this air like she was holding her nose up at us. But that distance seemed to grow the more she was around me. Bryce and Shyla said she was better if I wasn't around. And when I was, she kept her distance. The only sign of any hint of interest was that Bryce caught her looking at me a few times. Checking me out kind of looks. But I didn't necessarily need specific clues. In the last few years I had learned that I had some kind of sexual instinct. When I was younger, I blew them off as an overactive mind. And when I first came back home I initially ignored them, feeling that certainly I must be wrong about family. But those instincts always seemed right. I could tell when a woman was sexually attracted to me (which seemed more and more often as my sexual confidence grew), but I also felt like I could tell sexual things that interested them. Like things to say or do to them to turn them on. And I was getting a signal from Lindsey. If I was right, things were going to get interesting. But I had to wait for the right time.
I put my plan into action by asking mom to leave and say she was visiting her Lawyer for awhile. And I asked Bryce and Shyla to go shopping. This left me home alone with Lindsey, whom predictably avoided me around the house. Eventually I let her know I was going to take a shower down in my bathroom and have some 'me' time. I hoped she would take the bait. I went down and took a quick shower. When I was done I shaved, but I used that as a cover. What I was doing was looking at my closet through the mirror. Sure enough, there was a gap. And I could make out Lindsey crouching inside. Jackpot! She had snuck inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of me. I remembered when Bryce told me of the video Lindsey had taken of me masturbating my mammoth cock and figured she would take the chance to watch me again, given the opportunity.
I went out to my bed, and began stroking my cock to full size. I put on a good show for her for a few minutes. Then looked around and said "Damn, where's my lotion". I got up and moved to the side of the room where she couldn't see me, and then came around silently next to the closet. I readied myself for the next part of my plan then jumped in front of the closet and quickly slid the door all the way open. There, crouched on the floor with her hand slipped into her shorts was Lindsey. Her hand continued to move in her shorts for a brief second before she realized what had happened and looked up to see me standing there with my huge cock looming over her.
"AAHHH, MARK!" She shrieked. "I-I-um-" Before she even start to stammer an explanation, I grabbed a handful of her long red hair and wrenched her into the room. I didn't pull so forcefully as to actually lift her bodily, but enough that she followed my forceful lead. I pulled her to the foot of my bed and pushed her to the floor. She looked up at me with fearful eyes, filling with tears,
"Mark! Mark, I'm sorry. I-" She babbled, but I didn't let her finish. I smacked her in the check with cock, making a meaty slap sound.
"Shut up you slut!" I bellowed. She looked up at me, stunned. "I don't need some lame excuse! I know what you were doing! I saw your hand rubbing your pussy. You were masturbating to your brother's big cock weren't you?"
"No, I-" I cut her off with a cock slap to her other cheek then I reached down and twisted one her nipples, which were hard as rocks. I was right, she was enjoying this!
"Admit it whore, you get off on your brother's huge meat!"
She tried to deny it again *slap* and again *slap* and again *slap slap*. She sobbed and her cheeks turned red. She finally broke down.
"YES! YES! I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR HORSE-COCK!" She finally shouted, tears running down her face.
"Of course you are, cunt! Here, why don't you take a closer look at your obsession?" With that, I grabbed the back of her head, and jammed her face into the base of my dick and my balls. I smothered her with my swollen sack. She took in deep breaths through her nose, reveling in my scent. She started working my balls with her mouth and tongue, tasting them and bathing them in saliva. As the minutes passed while she worshiped my balls, my precum began to drool out and down my shaft, reaching her and covering her nose and cheeks.
I pulled her away forcefully, but keeping her hair in my hand. I pushed my cock down and guided her mouth to the head. She greedily wrapped her lips around the end. But I suddenly jerked her head off of my dick.
"No, slut! You don't get to suck my dick. You're just here for me to use. Do you understand?"
She nodded and whispered: "Yes master." She said it almost reverently. I was somewhat taken aback. But I regained my composure and grabbed both sides of head in my hands and jammed my cock past her lips. I didn't give her any time to adjust; I just shoved it back into her throat. Her eyes bugged and watered as I continued to force more and more of my member down her throat. Her throat swelled as inch after inch crept down her throat, and I could see the muscles working in an attempt to deal with the thick intruder. Her face began to turn red as she ran out of air from my cock blocking the passage but she made no attempt to stop me. I pulled out of her throat long enough for her to get a couple lungs full of air through her nose and then I started seriously fucking her throat.
She started making groaning noises as I fucked her harder. "gaaauu---gaaauu---gaaaaaaaug" sounds came from her throat. Her chin and shirt became soaked with the combination of her spit and my copious precum. She wasn't doing anything, just sitting there taking it. Everything was from my pounding hips and my arms ramming her head up and down my shaft. I felt her stiffen and her eyes rolled back slightly as she moaned. She had cum just from me fucking her face! She loved that I was owning her.
I roughly pulled out and she gasped for breath and coughed. I bent over, my cock casually sliding across her face and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. Then I ripped of her bra, exposing her milky white tits. She too had my mom's boob gene, just not the extent that Mom and Shyla did. I gave each one a couple of whacks with my dick and then I grabbed her, threw her on the bed, and roughly removed her soaked shorts and panties. Her eyes shone with fear, lust, and awe all at the same time. Fear of not knowing what I would do and if she could survive it. Lust from finally being in the presence of something she had lusted after for so long. And awe at the pleasure that she had already felt.
I pressed the base of my cock roughly into her clit and ground it roughly against her. She jumped from the pain, but again made no attempt to pull away or stop me. Her pussy gushed over my hanging balls, mixing with her saliva.
"Are you ready to have this rip you in half, cunt?!" I growled as my dick pointed towards her face. She didn't speak; simply nodded. I pulled back and brought my member down hard onto her clit. She yelped.
"Yes, Master! Please fuck me!" She sobbed.
I quickly lined my cock head with her opening. She began to repeat "ohmygodohmygodohmygod." At such a speed I thought she would hyperventilate. Something she had probably fantasized about hundreds of times was about to actually happen. I jammed myself in without the slightest bit of gentleness. Her eyes bugged at the sudden intrusion as I drove the breath from her lungs. I gave her no time to adjust. I could tell that despite her obsession with my member, she hadn't taken the path that Bryce had, and prepared herself for it. She instead had fought her urges as best she could. As such, her pussy was a tight vice. But I was an irresistible force. I simply drew back and slammed more inches in. Luckily she was so wet, or there was no way I could have even gotten the head in. I kept going until I was hammering her cervix on every thrust.
Fresh tears began to roll and she did her best to stifle her cries of pain. Normally I could never have been so cruel to someone. But despite the pain, I saw her eyes roll back and she shook as though having a seizure. More juice gushed and her pussy went wild around my cock. She was cumming so violently she couldn't make coherent words. She just babbled with a glazed look on her face. Once she stopped shaking enough, I continued my assault. I grabbed her breasts harshly, filling my hands with them, and practically used them as handles to pull myself into her. She continued to come, her head thrashing, obscenities flying from her mouth.
"Fuck me Mark! Fuckfuckfuck, oh sssshhhhiiiit!" I grabbed her legs and bent them back, her knees crushing her breasts, and collapses onto her, growling.
"When my cock is out, you call me master, bitch!" I kissed her forcefully, and bit her lip as I pulled away and began brutally bouncing her into the bed. Squelching sounds filled the room as I plumbed her depths, coaxing more and more juice from her battered hole. Pinned like this she could thrash and move like her body wanted in response to the pleasure induced pain coming from her cunt. This further domination of her body only seemed to add to her sexual pitch, and she came harder. Her teeth were clamped in an attempt to hold back the torrent of wails and screams.
Minutes and orgasms rolled on. The bed and her body were slick with her own secretions and my constant stream of precum being forced out of her cunt. I decided that this would give me plenty of lube for the next part. I didn't let her move, as I pulled my hips up enough to let my cock slide out with a *plop*. She tried in vain to move herself enough to keep me inside. I could see her abused pussy gaping at me, her swollen lips slowly trying to close. I pushed my cock down slightly and shoved it hard against the bud of her anus. With my full weight behind it, the head popped in. Her body tried to retract from the pain, but I could see her do her best to keep from moving. To allow me to continue to own her body. To continue the glorious pain. But more to continue to be dominated. To lose control. Something she had never let herself do. To have someone stand up to her and put her in her place. Her body may have been torn between pleasure and pain, but her mind was in heaven.
She wasn't able to take much, but I continued feeding her the inches she could take. I was relentless in my assault. I lost count of the times that her face screwed in orgasm as her toes curled by my ears. The only way I could tell the passage of time was how her body got wetter and wetter from out various liquids and how her voice got raspier and raspier from the near constant shouts and screams. Her body became less and less tense, as her muscles gave out from exhaustion. I knew there wasn't much reason to continue beyond her body being able to respond so I began to let my own orgasm approach.
I pulled out and stood over my sister, letting her body lay there limply. She looked up through tired eyes, but I could sense her excitement at the finale to her brutal fuck. My colossal cock continued to drool precum as the real load worked its way from my balls, which felt more swollen than they ever had. When the first blast came, I angled down, and fired unto Lindsey. Volley after volley rained down on her. For over a minute I let loose with my load, covering her from her cunt to her face, before I knelt and deposited the last few spasms directly into her mouth. I couldn't be sure, as her body lay there unmoving, but it seemed as though she had cum one last time just from me cumming on her. The last chapter in my owning of her.
She laid there, eyes half closed, covered in sweat and the mix of her cum and mine. Despite my own exertion, I scooped her dripping body in my arms and carried her up to her room. Bryce and Shyla were there, waiting. Lindsey noticed them, but could do little to respond aside from turning her head away in shame. My sisters had a look of sadistic glee. None of us hated Lindsey. But that didn't mean we didn't like her getting her comeuppance for the hundreds of times that she made us all feel like crap. She had been such a royal bitch. But at the same time, she was our bitch. So, we enjoyed seeing her beaten down like this. Yet, we all had hope that we would see a new, better Lindsey after today.
Shyla scooped up some of slimy love juices and licked her fingers clean. Bryce bent down to Lindsey's ear and whispered: "Welcome back to the family, Lindsey." She kissed Lindsey on the cheek and then made a small lick, tasting my cum. Lindsey slowly turned her head, and saw Bryce's sweet smile. She smiled weakly back, and glimmer of happiness I hadn't seen in years, in her eye.