Chapter 2856 - ONE BIG, HAPPY FAMILY

Am I really a whore?

I spent my entire shift at the diner pondering that question. Can I be a whore if I don't get paid? What about if I only service one guy? The fellas here tease me and make suggestions regarding my anatomy and morality, but I've always kept up appearances.

In between dishing-out hash and beans yesterday, I came to this stunning revelation: No Lori Manning, even though you both say that you're a whore, in reality, you're just a slut. "Maybe I should set the bar a little higher."

So with my feelings assuaged, I could find time to stare into my coffee mug and slowly stir the dark brown liquid around, searching for a sign. You know in the movies when the vapor rising from the coffee forms a dollar sign. Or you stir a small tempest in the cup and it fogs over, revealing a new path in your life; like "the ghost of sluts future."

Well none of that happened, all I got was cold coffee. I don't even know why I use a spoon, I don't take cream or sugar. Once, I overheard a fancy woman say in a very theatrical voice, "A proper lady doesn't drink her coffee, black."

"Oh yeah bitch. If you're such a fine piece, why are you stealing all of our sweeteners?"

So back to my dilemma.

I'm thirty-two years old, divorced, and living with my older sister and her two grown kids. Her name is Maria, and she was packing and expecting a cab. She was going to pick-up her twenty-one year old daughter Christy from the hospital and catch a plane to visit our mother. Mom was in ill-health and those two were best-equipped to help. Maria was a forty-four year old widow and living off her husband's prodigious estate, in this semi-mansion. Christy was a new nurse and had two weeks vacation.

I am the one best-suited to stay behind. My menial job offered no vacation, I was now a near-permanent house guest, and we always joked that my lifestyle is what brought on Mom's illness, anyway. I could justify my position by catering to the needs of the house and family, for all that was worth.

When the dispatcher called to say the cab was five minutes out, my sister was scrambling to gather last-minute items. My nephew Will, hung up the phone and relayed the info to Maria. Then he casually rubbed his hand across my backside and whispered in my ear, "as soon as she's out the door, I want you on your knees sucking my cock. My dear Aunt Lori, I'm gonna fill you up with cum!"

Yep. My torturer was my twenty-five year old nephew William. I never would have imagined. We used to be so close and he was such a great kid. Our age difference was such that Maria would take us both, to the zoo, and even today, I have dated guys younger than him. But now, whenever we're alone in the house or sometimes just alone in a room, Will has somehow assumed property-rights to my body.

It seems like a long and complicated story of debauchery and incest, but to tell the truth; about two months ago we hooked-up after a night of drinking with others and played a game of truth-or-dare in the living room. One thing led to another, mostly me sucking him, and things quickly spiraled out of control. Let me correct that. Things spiraled into his control!

He managed to follow me into my bed that night and with my sister and my niece down the hall; he coerced me into allowing him to penetrate me in a dozen ways and suck his cock in between each position. With each maneuver I laughed or moaned so much, he would shove a sock in my mouth until his pecker was available. I would like to blame this continued abhorrent behavior on alcohol, or on not wanting to hurt or shame my family. But ofcourse, that would be bullshit!

There was something thrilling about a man dominating me, and the incest, well how do I explain it? If I didn't stop it, I was complicate to it. It is so nasty. And if caught, I would shame the family for generations. But the appalling nature of it is what made the affair so exhilarating. And it brings me the most intense, mind-blowing orgasms I can imagine.

Let me describe my co-conspirator and rapist. Will is twenty-five. He is well over six feet tall and 220 lbs. He has thick, wavy blonde hair that is almost white in the summer and he often sports a goatee or full beard. His father died just as he finished engineering school and he took some time-off to regroup. He lifted weights rigorously, spent days at the pool working on his Zen, (and tan), and bought a motorcycle. Today he is clean-shaved and preppy-looking, yesterday it was beard, chains and a Harley.

He is built like a Roman God, wealthy as a Roman emperor and has the evil mind of Caligula. He has a lot of free time, some very deviant thoughts and a young aunt, pliant and eager to please. A recipe for disaster.

I remember one day I was washing the lunch dishes at the kitchen sink, staring absently out the window when he appeared behind me. I was in rubber gloves with an apron around my waist. My reddish hair was falling loosely from a bun atop my head and steam was rising in my face. I wore no makeup because I needed to shower for work in an hour, and I had on old grey flannel gym shorts and was bare-footed.

Will very casually bumped me against the sink and proceeded to grind his pelvis into my rear-end. I glanced over my shoulder to give him a look that said, "are you kidding me?" When I scanned down, I saw that he wore only a tee shirt and sandals. His big cock was erect and angry-looking. What could he have possibly found attractive? My hands were in suds and I was holding a dish rag and dinner plate, while he yanked my shorts down to my ankles.

Will reached around me and scooped a handful of warm foamy water and started to massage the triangle between my legs. The hot water felt delicious trickling down my thighs and the bubbly liquid served as a lubricant for his giant cock. He plunged none-too-gently into my steaming hole and drove me into the formica for a few minutes. With each mighty thrust, the clean dishes rattled in the strainer and the small plants on the window-sill vibrated with the beat. I could only pray that no one else was home to walk in on us from behind; so my attention was on the window where I figured that at best, I could only be seen from mid chest level. To any outsiders I hoped that it would only appear that my dear nephew was just whispering in my ear.

That is when he brought his hands up to my collar and violently ripped the shirt straight off my body. It hung in tatters from my sleeves and my boobs bounced freely, hidden only by a thread-bare apron that read, "it's not a chore if you love it!" His warm, wet hands cupped my 34C's and he tugged at them while he continued to plow into me. I kept an eye out the window because now it would be obvious I was being molested, and the dishes would have to soak for another day.

He yanked my hips back towards him and flattened me out, parallel to the floor. With his cock banging inside me, he loosened my cinnamon hair and spanked my rear end loudly. He kept dipping his hands into the warm dish water and rubbed the soothing liquid onto my ass and upper thighs spreading a warm glow all over my tingling body.

My tits bounced on the cold counter-top and my pink nipples tensed at the sensation. Will grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to lift my tits and arch my back. The tips of my red hair were soaked and sudsy, laying plastered against my shoulders. I had a firm grip on the sink in my latex gloves and needed it to prevent him from ramming my teeth into the faucet. My tits wobbled and smacked together with that sound of slapping wet flesh. The tension was building and my orgasm mounted beyond the breaking point. He leaned heavily on my back, his clutches like a vise on my hips. I heard his throaty grunts and knew that the intensity was at it's fullest.

I felt that final, powerful thrust and a tremendous shudder passed through me. I had never experienced an orgasm through intercourse and had also never cum simultaneously with a partner. Now my nephew was pumping his seed into me and my body shook hard enough to measure on the Richter Scale. We rocked like this for a few moments, my knees trembled and I was holding the counter to remain upright. I could see that I was slipping over the edge of reason.

Will slapped my ass with his wet palm and pulled his nine inches of pleasure out of me. I felt suddenly empty and abandoned. My inner thighs were running with a mixture of his semen and soapy water, and a milky grayish puddle was spreading at my feet. When I looked behind me, his red, veiny member was beginning to shrivel and he wiped his crotch with soapy water. I decided then, that the dishes were all going into the dish-washer!

I was pleased to see that none of the neighbors had discovered us. And my sister was mercifully not at home. I'm not sure if Will worried about either one. I also discerned that after that experience, Will would continue to fuck me at his leisure and I was going to revel in it. From that day, I belonged to him. Whore-slut, whatever?

There was another time when we were all gathered in the family room. Maria was watching an old movie that she loved and Christy had her nose in a book. Will and I were on the couch. The movie was truly sappy and we had sat through it many times before. Will was whispering in my ear the extremely nasty things he had planned for me; while surreptitiously strumming his hands along my thighs or darting-in for a quick bite on my tits and then sitting back in his place. Christy harrumphed and went to her room to read. Maria thought we were joking about her movie and was annoyed at our infantile behavior. She was captivated with her film and oblivious to our true intentions. (After-all, who would suspect that your son was fucking your sister?)

She would look over from time to time, not even realizing that she was catching us making-out like teens. She shsshed us and finally lost her temper, "look, I like this movie. If you two are going to ruin it for me, just go somewhere else and leave me alone." Will took this as an invitation and an opportunity. He grabbed my wrist and told his mom that we were going to watch tv. in the downstairs den.

I knew what was about to happen; I would end-up naked and dripping cum. I could easily have offered to keep company with my sister. Instead, I followed Will to the kitchen where he snagged a six-pack and we headed down to the rec-room. We hadn't hit the landing when he squeezed my ass and declared quite plainly, that I was going to suck his cock until he exploded. "You are my little whore now, and it's time you learned how to act."

I was stunned. Nobody had ever called me that name. And this was my nephew, he was only seven years younger than me. I wanted to scream at him but I knew that Maria would here. And somewhere deep in my demented psyche, I wanted this terrible, exciting, incestuous, breath-taking relation to advance. I don't completely understand it, but I muffled my voice, undercutting my own protest; and revealing to Will, the weakness of my position. "William," I whispered firmly but softly, "I am not a whore." I almost pleaded with him. Yet I still offered only token resistance as he roughly gripped my tits and slathered sloppy kisses down my neck and into my cleavage.

"You are my whore." He countered. "And your body belongs to me. It's time you learned obedience and how best to serve me." He turned on the tv., only to muffle our voices, and cracked a couple beers. He yanked his huge cock from his shorts and pushed me to the floor, tearing my shirt to shreds in the process. "First, I want you always topless when you blow me. And you will suck and swallow me atleast five times a day."

He was taking for granted that I would be sucking him and I was accepting for granted, that I would follow his orders. As his big, stiff penis slapped against my cheeks, he twisted my nipples in his fingers and proceeded with his lecture. "You're my whore to fuck whenever I desire. I want you to understand this. Your sweet pussy belongs to me (I felt his calloused hands palming my clit.) Your big, juicy tits belong to me (he wrenched my nips, again.) Your tasty mouth belongs to me (his heavy, thick cock thumped against my lips and tongue.) And your tight, little ass is mine too (I managed to squirm out of reach at that one!) Now suck me down to the root and swallow my load."

I arranged some pillows on the floor to be more comfortable on my knees and gripped his cock as I've done dozens of times already. I slobbered some saliva on the purplish, swollen head and rubbed the moisture down the full length of his thick meat. Before I took it in my mouth, I uttered my meager protest. "I'm only a whore for you. I wouldn't put up with this for anyone else."

Wow! Even to me, that sounded pretty lame. My absolute surrender was official and unconditional. 'Maybe I should set my sights abit higher, huh Lori?' He did not even deem to reply. I engulfed his rigid tool and slurped like he might take it away from me. I looked-up to see him staring down at me with an evil smirk, and steering my mouth into position with my ears. He had cast a spell on me. I pumped his throbbing knob furiously with my right hand as my left hand snaked it's way to my pussy. He alerted me before, that he likes to watch me diddle myself when I suck him. I would do it anyway.

This entire scenario turned me on more than I could explain. So as my fury began to mount, I shoved him further into my mouth and could feel him banging at the back of my throat. My right hand was a blur pumping his cock and my left was a squishing mess fingering my snatch and flicking at the firm nub of my clit.

Will's hand was at the base of my neck and I recognized the straining grunts for what they portended. It would not be long now. "Take it whore. Take it. Swallow my load like the dirty little slut that you are." He pumped and yanked. Squeezed, tugged and shivered. I felt his sperm rising inside his shaft as I hurried it along and instinctively began to swallow as I stroked it faster. One last push and I tasted the stream of warm, salty goo lathering my insides and filling my cheeks like a chipmunk. I swallowed greedily and licked my lips and chin, savoring every sticky drop.

It's a filthy act and a horrible family situation and I was so excited and aroused, I creamed myself continuously for five minutes. My nephew owns me and rapes me at his pleasure. I am an incestuous slut, and the only thing that would make me happier would be if I could share the news with someone! So I repeat his degrading remarks and add a few raunchy ones of my own. "Yes, I'm your whore. (Swallowing and licking the sticky remnants of semen from his shiny cock.) I'm your fuck-toy. My cunt belongs to you. I only want to please you. Tell me what to do and I'm yours."

Our days were all like this. My niece was most times at the hospital and my sister could shop for hours on end. When we were left alone, I was taught to never cover my tits. And that at all play times, either my hands, tits or some orifice should blanket his tool. My time as my nephew's slut was at hand. It was the best summer of my life.

Another afternoon I had just emerged from the bathroom. It was a rare day that I was totally alone in the house. Will took every opportunity to get me by himself. He knew my schedule and monitored my activities. He was insatiable. But hey, if I was a young man with an incestuous, slut slave-girl; would I be any different? This day, I relaxed in the tub, painted my nails and curled my long blonde hair, (I've forgotten what the natural color is and my pussy is now shaved clean.)

When I strolled down the hall in robe and pajamas I did a double-take at his bedroom. He was home. I found him sprawled naked on the bed, his enormous cock announcing his presence as if it were flying a flag. Which it appeared capable of supporting.

My path was halted when he whistled, and then snapped his fingers, nodding at his erection. My lingering toilette meant that I needed to hurry or be late for work. I trembled slightly at his "request," aware of the punishments for disobeying him. "Please Will, not now. I have to get to the diner. I swear I'll make it up to you later." I shook and shuddered like a child facing a disapproving adult.

"It's okay," he answered, "I already stopped at the diner and told them you were sick and would not be in today." My belly dropped. "How dare he call me off from work? On the other hand, what's more sexy than a take-charge guy? And boy, did that describe my nephew." He reached out to me with one hand and in the other he held a container of lube. "Mom and Christy are out for the evening and today we have the house to ourselves."

I took a deep breath, my tits heaving. And gulped down what was left of my pride. If ever I was unsure of my surrender, this would answer the issue. My nephew lay naked on the bed, we would be alone for hours, and he fondled a tube of Vaseline in his fingers.

I shrugged the robe from my shoulders and left it in a heap at the doorway. I watched transfixed as he stroked his rock-hard cock to impossible dimensions of length and circumference. He had blonde body hairs and light-brown pubic hair. I had never noticed since we were normally in a rush or in the shadows. I ambled toward the bed and he grasped the pajama front savagely, scattering the buttons on the carpet and exposing my heaving mammaries.

I shed the top easily and slid the trousers down my hips and around my ankles, lightly stepping out of them. The warmth of my shower was replaced with a chilly perspiration. I had applied a silky-smooth coat of oil to almost every inch of me. Will was about to slicken the one area I had excluded.

From experience, I knew to begin sucking that gigantic rod and bring my butt up to his hungry tongue. He normally liked me to play with my smooth cunt, but this time he went to work without me. He kissed and licked my slit, nibbling on my fleshy nub and gliding a wet, warm path to my anus. I could hear his hands warming and kneading the lube and soon felt it's slick texture between my legs. This anal-taboo on top of the incest-taboo set my heart racing. And my pussy kept pace. With the first probing of his moist fingers my body's contractions began. The muscles in my abdomen tightened. My ass clenched and dilated. My thighs stiffened and flexed while my fingers pawed at the edge of the mattress. He explored with two fingers for a second, then plunged a third one deep inside my rectum up to the webbing of his hand. I almost sprang off the bed!

I erupted in a torrent of cum! The waves of exhilaration consumed me. I bucked and moaned, feeling nothing but the beat of my heart and the pulse-pounding stomping in my vagina. After seemingly hours of his preparing me, he extracted his sloppy digits with a plopping sound as the small, brown ring of my asshole closed back into place.

His cock made a similar noise as I released it from my lips. I have never seen it shine as much. My saliva coated it and his viscous pre-cum leaked from the large, bulbous head. Will scrambled from underneath me and positioned himself directly astern of my slick, round bottom. I had to look back, like at a car-wreck, to watch the impending deflowering of my anal-cherry. The enormous mushroomed head was sticking straight-out and looked monstrously oversized for what was about to take place. After the sloppy blow-job I had just given, I didn't think any more grease was necessary; but he squirted another gob into my hole and layered the rest along the entire length of his shaft. I did not kid myself that this was for my pleasure. He wanted to jam it home on the first attempt. It was time, and he aligned his missile at my tight, unwilling target.

"My little whore is going to enjoy this. After today you'll be spoiled. You will beg me to finish every one of our fuck-sessions with an ass-blast." I could only hold my breath and clench my eyes shut. He pressed my face into the sheets and raised my butt up, supporting my underside with folded pillows that after today, nobody will want to rest their head on.

The passion overwhelmed me. I wanted it so bad. "Do me Will, fuck me! I want to feel that fat cock in my ass!" My resolve was defeated.

"Are you my whore?" He quizzed me with a lewd, merciless laugh.

"Yes, master (why did I say that?) I'm yours. You know I'm yours. You've known all along. Please fuck my ass and fill me with your sweet, hot cum." I shrieked every filthy, demeaning expression that came to mind and amazingly, my body relaxed as he entered and drilled me. Atleast there was only minimal discomfort

This is the sexual experience I've always wanted. Dirty, incestuous rape. There were clues before. I certainly wasn't virginal or prudish. If a guy pulled my hair or spanked me, I performed better and orgasmed stronger. I have sucked cocks and been filled with cum, but nothing could match the sensation Will was providing me now. I was free to climax and wallow in my lust. Nothing again could ever compare to my feeling of release.

My nephew owns me. I acknowledge that now. Mouth, cunt and ass. I belong to him and I'm thrilled. I could feel another tremendous orgasm building in my loins. The twitching and shaking signaled the imminent explosion. "Bring it on. I want it all and forever!" My erotic reverie was only broken by Will's hoarse exaltations.

"Take it bitch. I want this ass! I'm going to pump a gallon of jizz into your slutty hole." With that, he did. He drove into me like he wanted to push me off the bed. His balls slapped against my sweaty ass and one hand gripped my tits as if they could be removed. He yanked my head back by the roots of my hair and I could see his eyes were filled with lust. He screamed into my face, "tell me you love it, slut! You love my huge dick and you live to be my cock-whore."

It took a minute for my quivering to ebb and the fog lift in my brain. I could see the intensity in him but couldn't make out a word of it. His cock was shooting with the force of a fire hose and the weight of his sticky body collapsed my weakened legs and arms. I let out a huge breath and felt him ease out of my empty husk of a body. Atlast I regained some semblance of my composure. "My Gawd, it was wonderful! My whole body aches for you. I want more, Master. Your whore is begging you."

He wiped his greasy cock on the sheets and I rubbed the cushions on my slick, sweaty pussy and ass. (And made a mental note to burn those linens.) "Relax," he said, "we have all day and there will be plenty more." He laughed and slapped his big paw loudly across the cheeks of my butt.

Those are just a few memories and an idea of how I arrived at this precarious situation...

We heard the taxi honk from the curb and Maria blew a kiss to both of us. She hoisted her travel bag and opened the front door. Before she stepped out, she looked back and said, "it will only be for about two weeks. So you two be good."

As the door latch set and the car door opened, I glanced back at Will. His cock was already in his hand and he flipped a soft pillow on to the floor between his legs. I tossed my tee shirt overhead and unclasped my bra. Then I settled down on my knees and made myself comfortable. Two weeks could last forever.This was a new game. Will had tied me up before and left the room sometimes to find new objects to torture me with, but this time he added a twist. I am bound naked, spread-eagle over the ottoman with a fat, glass plug sticking out of my ass like a tail. We've done this before. In this position he is usually at my head, holding my chin in his hand and eagerly sliding his hot meat into my insatiable mouth. I have learned that I love being his submissive slut.

This time though he used a ball-gag dipped in strawberry oil, to keep me quiet and horny for the real thing. In my mind I could picture the desperate situation I was in. Though imagination was hardly necessary. In the nearly two weeks that my nephew and I have spent alone in the house, some strange and erotic additions have been made. The downstairs rec-room had been modified into a luxury bondage chamber.

Sofas and overstuffed chairs have been equipped with soft manacles and Velcro straps. I'm secured to this ottoman with my own stockings. The pool table and dart board have been put to various non-sporting pursuits. A hanging rataan chair has been converted to a sex swing and a few full-length mirrors have made it possible to watch three or four angles of every maneuver performed.

So as my eyes darted to the many reflections, I spied a thirty-two year old red-haired woman tied down on a four foot long plush piece of furniture. My wrists and ankles were held with nylons and a soft pillow was wedged under my abdomen to prop my bare bottom in the air.

The candle light in the room illuminated the oil slathered on my rear end and a rainbow refracted off the surface of the clear butt-plug sticking hilariously out of my ass. There was a sheen of oil and perspiration on my body which cast delicate shadows on the mounds and folds of my torso. And my full, lush dark red hair was laying damp on my back and falling over my face, held in place by the strap of the large, orange, orb forced into my mouth.

I could only grunt and moan, (with the occasional squeal,) as I took in the scene. With each wiggle, the beaded, tapered, glass in my butt worked it's way deeper inside me. The sensation was no longer new. I've been getting my ass fucked about three times a week for a couple of months with an eclectic array of phallic shapes: including dildos, bottles, tools, and of course the monstrous cock of my twenty-five year old nephew.

But today as I mentioned, was a little odd. I was alone, struggling against the restraints while a fruit-flavored drool oozed down my chin and my pussy rubbed along the edge of the pillow, causing a tingle to ignite the fire in my vagina. My clit was swollen and red as I ground in contact with the material. Fluids flowed from every orifice.

This was unlike any masturbation I have ever experienced. I couldn't move, speak or touch myself; and though I was totally exposed and vulnerable, if I could have spoken, I would have called for someone, anyone, to come fuck me! I was so hot the glass dildo was in fear of melting. And where was Will? My Master was pulling the strings.

He had forced me before to play with myself. And he often demands that I crawl to him and beg him to fuck me. And sometimes while he's jamming his cock into my throat, he watches tv. and tries to abstain from orgasm, forcing me to work harder to bring him off. He calls it conditioning. To teach me all the ways to pleasure him. He was probably now, upstairs watching a game and drinking a beer while I worked myself into a frenzied lather. Tease and reward for us both.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door at the top of the steps open and footfalls coming down the carpeted stairs. But something wasn't quite right. I strained to catch a reflection in the mirror and "OH my Gawd!" rang out as my older sister Maria came face-to-face, (so to speak,) with my shiny, plugged butt.

I tried to scream or apologize or scramble to escape, but I was firmly tied and muzzled. I don't know which of us was in greater shock. I did the quick math in my head, thirteen days, Maria should not be home now. That made me feel better. That good feeling lasted about a nano-second.

She had been visiting our mother and we did not expect her back so soon. Will and I had really gotten carried away in the interim and our debauchery knew no bounds. And now my big sister strolled right in to the middle of it. I could have claimed an invasion of privacy, if I didn't have a sex toy clenched in my teeth. But that excuse probably would not fly, anyway.

Maria slumped into a chair, brushing aside the Velcro ties, and stifled a sardonic laugh. She took in the odd predicament and I could see her mind doing the calculations. "Here's my idiot sister stretched out naked, while some mysterious, pervert, boyfriend sleeps off a drunken fuck. Are you ever going to grow out of this stage?" Oh, if she only knew!

She began the "older sister" lecture and pondered whether to release me from my captivity. I could only mumble meaningless, slobbery grunts as my eyes grew wide and my fingers stretched, pleading to be unloosed. She began to unknot the stockings binding my appendages, scrupulously avoiding the objects in my mouth and ass. Her tone became much more sarcastic, "so, how many gentlemen did it take to bundle you up like this? Did they all come already? Or did they get bored with you? And the gag is a really good idea, I applaud them for that." The remarks were biting but I was in no position, literally, to respond.

Our sex lives were vastly different, to say the least. She was escorted to elegant dinners and had weekend rendezvous. I had incestuous, anal sex strapped to a couch.

When my hands were freed I removed the ball-gag. Then carefully hidden by a towel, I delicately dislodged the offending plug. Her harangue was over and a nervous laughter started as she prodded me for an explanation. Now I began to sweat! Just then, the door opened again and this time it was Will skipping down the steps whistling a jaunty tune.

When they saw each other they froze, and then in one voice they both cried out, "what are you doing here!?"

Will was momentarily stunned. I have never seen him caught so off-guard. Maria stared slack-jawed at him and then quickly glared at me, her strawberry blonde locks flying as her head swung from one to the other. We both noticed her lovely, blue eyes widen and all the color drain from her face as the obvious, deviant notion formed in her mind. Her body appeared to levitate for an instant and then her eyelids flickered rapidly. A sudden sweat broke out on her forehead and her body shuddered. Will stepped over and caught her in his strong arms just as she fainted dead away.

"Oh no," I yelled "this can't possibly be happening. Why is she home so early and what is she going to say, that is, if we haven't killed her. We have to get her up, maybe call a doctor?"

Will and I have been exploring the dark side, and we have used any and all means at our disposal. But we never intended for Maria to find out or be hurt by us.

"Are you crazy?" Will immediately recovered his senses and control. "Spread the blanket on the table and grab that pillow. We'll lay her up there. And pick up those stockings." I scrambled to do as I was told, letting Will make the decisions and worried only about my sister's well-being. I prepared a little bed on the pool table and rushed to be of assistance.

As I looked down at her on the table, a strange memory returned. We always put a blanket on the table when we have sex there. First, to protect the felt, and also to avoid any blue chalk marks or red rug burns. Both would be hard to explain. And now my sister is laying here on the "sex-bed" as she recovers from her nightmare ordeal. Her breathing was erratic and she was soaked with sweat, so I unbuttoned her blouse and removed her heels, then I went to retrieve a wet rag and a dry towel.

When I came back I was jolted by the scene. Maria's arms were tied at both sides of the table legs and the ball-gag was in her mouth. Will had stripped off her skirt, leaving only skimpy, pink panties and was in the process of strapping her bare ankles to the heavy wooden legs of the pool table.

Her body glistened with sweat as she writhed on the blanket, apparently coming back into consciousness. Her chest heaved as her breathing regulated. The matching pink bra rose in an unsteady rhythm. Her tits, I noticed, were a few cup sizes larger than mine and the moisture outlined them perfectly through the thin material. Her nipples poked straight towards the ceiling and were beginning to stiffen as her torso cooled. I dabbed the wet cloth along her face and neck, smoothing her silky hair and toweling off her twitching limbs.

I was drawn to an image of a virginal sacrifice. The straining maiden about to experience something fiendish. But restrained and almost naked, she looked so erotic and tempting. Her beautiful, flailing body was at our mercy. "Help her out, but don't touch that gag. I'll be right back." Will left the room and I was charged with the task of calming my sister's nerves as she laid tied to a table; in sheer undies, with a big, orange rubber ball stuck in her mouth. I did not do a very good job of it.

She glared wide-eyed at me and tested the strength of her nylon chains. Her cheeks puffed out as she tried to scream. And I could discern muffled versions of "help?" and "why?"

She thrashed violently on the table, her sweaty, reddish locks whipping her face. Her hips flexed and gyrated, trying to roll or rise from her captivity. All the while staring daggers at me; wondering why I'm not helping her and how on earth I could be holding her prisoner. I watched helplessly with mixed emotions. At forty-four years of age, her body was magnificent. A couple extra pounds only added to her feminine jiggle and her untamed thrashing caused a powerful stirring in my vagina. It only now occurred to me that I was still naked. She must be going crazy with ideas about this entire situation.

Instead of rushing to help her, I am watching her struggle and admiring her sexy physique. I was a little jealous that she looked so hot, and acutely aware that my nipples were achingly hard and my pussy emitting a stream of thick cream down my thighs. My mind was flooded with the dream of a forbidden bi-sexual BDSM encounter with my only sister.

Will re-entered the room with tripods and camera equipment. He had filmed us in action before, and though it takes a little getting used to, I must admit that the clips are a complete turn-on. Now I understood, as did Maria, what was about to happen here. Maria stiffened at the sight of the lights and lenses then her body visibly shrunk into the table as the inevitability of it all played out. It must have become painfully obvious to her what was about to take place. And the horrible realization of who her tormentors and captors were.

"Please Will," I stuttered. Even as my hand moved to my shaved mound and began a long, slow stroke. "You can't do this, she's not into this. Will, it's your mother. She's my sister." Still, two fingers started to ease their path into my volcanic snatch and I could not avert my eyes.

My meager protests were ignored and my nephew began to peel off his shorts and shirt. He was tall, big and muscular. I loved seeing him nude. Plus, I was without doubt, his sexual slave and have been for months. The lights were lit and the filming started. The tape was instantly transferred to his many computer terminals and shown larger than life on the big screen on the wall. Poor Maria looked on teary eyed and who knows what she was thinking of her son and sister.

When Will commanded me to get him started, I plopped right down on the carpet and engulfed his nine solid inches in my lustful mouth. My fingers raked my clit and plunged into my gaping cunt as my cheeks filled with his familiar tool. I sucked and slurped with my hand pumping his huge rod, covering that alabaster spear with my saliva.

The blue veins expanded and my lips toyed with the thick ridge on the cap of his cock. I jerked the shaft and painted his tool with my spit. It grew impossibly large as it filled my mouth and I peered up to see him rip the gossamer, pink undies from his mother's hips. He took his cock from my mouth leaving me empty and horny, then with no fanfare, he plunged directly into Maria's unwilling pussy. "Ah Mom, this is great. How do you like it? I always thought about fucking you and here, you walk straight into our little sex-nest. So now, you can join me and Aunt Lori in all the fun." Then to me he said, "well Lori, I told you I wanted to see you with another chick, isn't it nice that Mom volunteered. There's something extra kinky about doing sisters, specially when one is your Mom. Take her bra off and we'll both get a taste of those tits!"

I was hypnotized and felt amazingly guilty. However I was so horned-up and entangled with my Master's wishes that I had no other choice but to obey. I reached beneath Maria and unsnapped her bra. She was lying limp and subdued on the table. Overwhelmed and dazed by the deviant thought of her two closest relatives forcibly, incestuously raping her and forever safeguarding it to film. Insuring that she is drawn into this sexual circle.

We both reached for a breast. Will squeezed roughly on her right and I cupped and suckled on her left. Maria closed her eyes and turned her head away, all combativeness over. My tongue was dancing on her erect nipples and I was bathing her areolae and ponderous boobs in saliva. I felt the table shake and heard Will groan when he released his massive load inside her.

My emotions were a muddled mess. My Master looked so excited over his new conquest that I was feeling pangs of jealousy. His quick, emphatic orgasm only charged him up further and when I saw that his long, stiff rod, was dripping with cum and searching for more, I wanted my share. I also found Maria's body to be an exquisite aphrodisiac. Her gorgeous rosy blonde locks, (probably the hue mine would be if I ever stopped dying it.) Those big natural tits, with solid heft and soft bounce. Frosty blue eyes, trimmed bush, wide child-bearing hips, and the stoicism to bear up under this treachery. I wanted to be more like her but at this moment, I wanted to have sex with her.

I admit that I am a willing submissive to my nephew and an accomplice to my own moral degradation. But my poor sister had been Shangheid into this debauchery. And here, her son and sister were pawing at her like crazed zombies and making lewd, lustful noises to convey our driving desire to possess her luscious body. We were both kissing and sucking on her tits, my fingers played with her pubic hair, spreading her son's juices on her labia and exploring her inner folds with my sticky fingers.

Will removed her gag, allowing her to breathe freely for a moment and to clear her mouth of the saliva, sweat and oil dripping from her nose and chin. She started to plead and beg until I noticed that she caught an image of herself projected on the six-foot screen. Her eyes drooped and her jaw slackened as a strange calm seemed to over take her. She then focused more closely on me licking her and permitted her mouth to open tenderly and accept her son's gigantic column of flesh between her lips. "That's nice. Suck me Mom. You're enjoying it now, good. Because we're gonna fuck a lot from now on." I was totally flabbergasted at this abrupt turn around and when Will's hand grabbed a handful of my auburn hair and placed me at her cunt, I heard an audible moan and felt a slight tremor from deep inside her vulva. My tongue inched it's way towards her anus and her hips seemed to rise up to greet me.

Will gripped his mom's strawberry mane and slowly glided his slick, granite-hard shaft in and out of her waiting mouth. He assured her that she would love being a new slave in his expanding sex-ring. He "explained" that he was merely releasing her sexual inhibitions and broadening her horizons. I at least, was buying into the whole package. He continued to thrust deep down her throat and I furiously licked at her pussy and ass, then something remarkable occurred.

I saw her abdominal muscles contract and felt her thighs stiffen under my hands. I watched as the tendons in her neck enlarged and her fingers alternately flexed and balled. Her toes curled at the pink nails and her head thrashed about, while right in the middle, her pelvis rocked and her hips shuddered and strained. Then I heard the moan. A low, deep animal groan followed by Seismic convulsions and an unmistakable release of sexual tension. Maria was climaxing like nobody I've ever heard of. I felt the heat of her pussy like standing to close to a furnace. And I tasted the delicious, thick cream pouring out of her hot snatch and running down to the cheeks of her pliant ass.

My own orgasm followed, flooding me with a wave of emotions and energy. It seemed rewarding after all that I could help bring my sister to this sexual peak after the bitter start to this affair. When she caught her breath she said to Will, "Please untie me honey, or should I call you Master now? Let me return the pleasure you two are giving me. I've been bottled up for too long. I never thought sex could be so dirty and exciting. I feel like a slut and I love it! My pussy is on fire and I want more. I want to try it all! Lori, I want to taste your cunt while my boy fucks me."

I never anticipated or expected any type of transition like this. But Maria was hooked and we were both excited to welcome her to our tight little "family." It wasn't much longer till she was on her knees taking turns at our genitals and plunging one of the big rubber cocks in to her hungry gash. She rolled on to her side allowing access for both of us to play with either end of her. When she and I engaged in a trembling, fumbling "69" she asked if we were really sluts, to eat each other and perform for the gratification of our son/nephew.

I replied that we may feel slutty, but we were just sisters exploring our sexuality and keeping it all in the family to allow for the freedom to experiment. I thought it was a pretty profound answer, Will just said, "turn around and suck me, both of you!"

After a few hours of heated, raunchy sexcapades; Maria glanced around at her re-decorated den, "What do you do with all these gadgets?" Will assured her that she would learn about all of them. Then she said, " Not tonight, you guys wore me out. I'm sore and exhausted but I want to try everything. Besides Christy will be home from work, soon."

"Oh my Gawd!" We all said in unison. We had forgotten all about my twenty-one year old niece. This is going to take a lot of planning.

What are we going to do about Christy?...The night that I was raped started like most others. My name is Christy, I'm a twenty one year-old nurse and I live with my mother Maria, my brother Will, and my Aunt Lori. My father passed away a few years ago, but his insurance allowed us to live well. Mom didn't work and my brother was twenty-five, a college graduate with an engineering degree who free-lanced but hadn't found his true calling yet, ( or so I supposed.) My Aunt was a waitress at a local diner, mostly because I believe that she liked to flirt and had a sassy personality that garnered her plenty of tips and compliments on her alluring figure. She really wasn't the "homebody type" and was much more out-going than any of us.

Mom is basically a "shopper." Hey, she has a little money now and alot of free time, so why not. Isn't that what most women strive for? And I think its done wonders for her. Lately, she has come out of her conservative shell, maybe getting out and being free to express her personality has been enriching for her. She still has a great figure after forty years and two children and she has begun to show it off. I haven't noticed any special new man in her life, but now that I think about it, she is awfully secretive about her social life and I've seen her whispering to both my aunt and brother on many previous occasions.

Her clothes and manner of speaking have both changed, especially at home. She was always rather prim and guarded in public and was a proper example of motherhood with us. But in the past few months, I've seen more cleavage revealed in her choice of outfits and she uses more provocative language with all of us and even engages in tickling matches and "dirty" banter that she used to find inappropriate. I don't know if possibly my aunt has opened her up to coquettish ways, or if my brother's semi-juvenile behavior has corrupted her. Either way, I think it's great that they all get along so well and I wish sometimes that I was more involved in their circle, but I'm fairly conservative too, and my dealings with the public often are on a more serious level.

My aunt is only 32 years old and she and Will have always been close due to their slight age difference. Lori is a bawdy lady and Will is a free-spirit, their connection runs deep and I think that they are rubbing-off on my mom. Those two have been on the same wave-length for a while now, sharing little secrets and always seeming to be involved in private conspiracies. They whisper jokes to each other and are always sneaking away for something where they emerge later-on, laughing or acting as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. And now, mom has joined in their small clique, trading subtle glances and disappearing in twos or threes, while almost pretending that I must be just imagining things.

I know that I sound paranoid at times, and I really do just want them to be happy, but sometimes, I swear that I have just missed catching them with a hand in the cookie jar and I see twitching eyebrows and sideways looks that have a suggestive, guilty air to them. I only wish that every so often I am invited-in on whatever secretive doings that they have going on. I desperately want to be included in their happiness or want to be a partner in their crimes. But I don't wish to say anything negative or obvious, for fear of allowing my own battered ego to harm our family dynamic. I love them all and I know that truly, they are not shutting me out of anything, and only my loneliness is the thing that's affecting me. What else could it be?

I'm about 5'6" and weigh 120 pounds, (most of tits, as Lori would say.) I have shoulder-length, wavy brownish-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. My round figure includes big cheeks and pouty pink lips. At work, they say that I have curves in all the right places and as I've said, I inherited the family's tendency toward bodaciousness. I'd guess that mom is probably a 36 Double-D, Aunt Lori a 34D and I am the runt, merely a 34C. But the doctors are always hitting on me and they mention (just loud enough for me to hear,) that I am built for pleasure.

But pleasure is something that I have not found much of. Maybe that is why I feel so isolated at home and cloistered at work. I'm not a virgin, but I am fairly straitlaced. Most of my exotic sexual escapades are rooted in my latenight fantasies. But I am very interested in breaking-out of my sexually-stunted shell and experiencing more erotic adventures.

I take my profession seriously and never fool around at work and will not even join my male co-workers for anything more than coffee or "happy hours" with a group of people. I don't care to ruin my reputation, and infact I believe that some of my disaffected male suiters have been spreading the rumor that I'm a lesbian. Even if I were, (and I've had sexual fantasies concerning both sexes,) I would not do anything in public view. If I could find a partner (or partners of either sex,) to have fun with and feel free to experiment with all manner of imagined kinks, who would keep our behavior hidden and never think to humiliate or blackmail me, I would certainly enjoy the opportunity to express my overwhelming desires to give and receive pleasure with no holds barred.

My vivid imagination about steamy, raunchy, sexual liaisons have lately not only infiltrated my nightly dreams but have begun to color my waking moments too. When I sit at home with my family, I am always thinking that their familial closeness seems just a bit too intimate. I hear scraps of conversation and detect sexual overtures. And I know that I have not developed "x-ray vision," but I can see that both my mother and my aunt are apparently prancing around the house more and more, without wearing bras and my brother not only is in a near-constant state of erection but he seems to sit with his legs spread when facing me and he appears to stroke his rigid appendage blatantly infront of the women.

This sexual openness is new to me and also new in our home. I have to continually question myself as to whether I'm fantasizing in broad daylight or if there is some mysterious sensual tension in the room. Aunt Lori, Will and amazingly, my mom will make open and sometimes lewd jokes or remarks about one another's anatomy if they happen to spot the ponderous bulge in Will's tight-fitting shorts or the sharply protruding and clearly well-defined nipples of the ladies. And then they seem to take great joy in humiliating me by drawing me into their perverted discourse.

I am often asked by one or all of them if my nervous agitation while they are teasing each other, is a sign that I am being "turned-on" by their deviant behavior and if I am feeling a certain warmth in my pelvic region or trying to conceal my own sprouting nipples. I am forced to stumble through uncomfortable laughter or actually leave the room. Then I hear them commenting on my figure just like at work, loud enough that I know they're talking about me but not quite understanding the meaning of it all. They generally beg me not to leave or mention that they are "just being silly," or that some combination of alcohol and innocent conversation between adults is just a pleasant way to unwind together.

When I make my retreat to my bedroom or to the downstairs den, I am usually left with a torrent of visual imagery and lingering thoughts of sexual corruption and incest. Then I'm forced to re-examine the previous encounter and dissect every phrase and gesture, wondering what exactly I'm missing or getting wrong! But the images in my head won't subside. And every time that I go over it, my mind's eye tells me that Will was sneakily cupping each woman's breasts and only pulling his hand away when I looked up. Or that as he sat between them on the couch as he often did, they would both stealthily rub his generous mound, and all three of them looked sweaty and aroused. Then I swear that they watch for my reaction, not to worry about my sensitive nature but to gauge my interest in their semi-private seduction. And as these perversions danced through my feverish brain, I would become aware that my own body was astir with a heated and emotional response that I knew was at once wicked and alluring. And my fingers compulsively slipped beneath my damp panties and combed through the wiry, sticky thatch of pubic hair that was emitting a moistened scent of my arousal and itched to be satisfied.

I would try to clear my mind of these highly erotic images or to assure myself that I was reading way too much into fairly innocent family fun. Maybe I just needed to get laid. But the tangled situation always hovered close to the surface. Each time that I entered the room when two or more of them would be sitting on the couch; sometimes sharing a blanket and other times seeming to lay vulgarly close, if they failed to notice me right-away, it was like young adults at a drive-in, then they would suddenly freeze or quickly remove their roaming hands and swiftly smooth the covers. It was like a deer caught in the headlights. They would separate themselves and sit "bolt upright" while their clothing looked disheveled and their faces flush. I often felt like I was a parent, walking in on a party of teenagers who were caught doing something illicit.

There was always a routine to be followed once their groping was exposed. Moments of throat-clearing and eyes shifting among themselves. Sweaty strands of hair would be plastered to reddened faces and alot of heavy breathing would be noticeable on each frame. A quick, not-so-subtle perusal of their own clothing and any revealing body parts and a hasty attempt at a clumsy cover-up. Then an awkward few minutes of silence or nervous laughter as they moved to reach for magazines or turn-up the volume on the television. They often seemed hesitant to stand up, because nipples were pointing through thin blouses and a certain hard cock sprouted ominously in someone's lap. Sometimes zippers needed to be hastily raised or buttons fumblingly refastened. And while they didn't actually seem to be embarrassed as much as annoyed or disappointed, I generally felt as though I were intruding or had accidently interrupted their private, little party. Could there be a rational, innocent explanation to any of this?

I was forced now and then, to stomp my feet or theatrically cough, to get their attention. Then while they made the effort to disentangle themselves and rearrange wayward clothing, I would spend an uncomfortable, few minutes trying not to stare and making small talk with them, while it was rather obvious that they wished to be alone or that I had stumbled upon some vague family conspiracy. When our eyes met, and their foolish smiles eventually returned to normal, there were desperate, nervous glances exchanged, and I felt as if I was the one doing something wrong. But I couldn't figure out the cause. Remember now, this was my family!

I discerned that they told more erotic stories and did so more openly than ever before. And they used cruder language with each other and also with me. The dress code, though fairly "family suitable" had drifted into "stripper-lite." Raunchy jokes or stories became a common thread and they never hesitated to point-out sexual tidbits. Though never in a nasty way, but the descriptions of body parts and sexual situations was increasingly blatant and ribald. And though they were always loving and attentive with me, I still sensed that I was being singled-out or excluded from their intimate activity. There were just too many knowing giggles or odd tickling sessions in a very strange manner that two sisters, or a mother and son, don't normally engage in.

Looking back on things now, I can see that all of the signals were there and that I was just painfully naive. It could hardly have been more obvious if they had completely stripped and had a threesome on the carpet directly before my bugged-out eyes. You can say that I was willfully blind... or just plain stupid. But who would have immediately jumped to that conclusion? My mother, my brother and my Aunt, really!?! The thing that was most troubling though was how it infiltrated my consciousness. Sitting with them singly or all of us together; whether watching TV, sitting at the dining room table, while I was treating a patient, or alone in the privacy of my bed, I started to visualize what each one of them looked like naked. I would imagine two or three of them, sometimes with me, rubbing each other, licking, petting and fucking. And those lewd ideas were not the revolting, taboo contemplations that I was raised on, but a storm of kinky, sensually erotic stimulation that produced a heated, tingling sensation that shook my fragile frame.

The thought of sex did cross my mind. But I was thinking that possibly one of them was having an affair. Women often need a sounding board to discuss frank subjects and who better than your sister. I felt awful that the two women would include my brother in this situation and not me. Then I imagined that maybe it was him, involved in some obscene scenario and while providing answers to a sexual dilemma they still wished to respect his privacy and close the loop. Regretfully, I could imagine a case where my brother didn't want his little sister to know too much. I also dreamed of the "little girl" idea that it was some sort of surprise intended for me, and I continually walked-in on their planning. Turns-out, it was a little bit of everything!

I was included in the laughter and never asked to leave, but it was like they were speaking a foreign language right infront of me or had codewords that I wasn't privy to. Frustrated and paranoid, I often just sulked back to my room or downstairs to the den.

One night I came into the room to study as the three of them were huddled together watching TV. They suddenly, drastically lowered the volume and switched-off the set. I noticed that they had been drinking alcohol and laughing about something that raised the temperature in the room, as they were absorbed in their entertainment. After a couple minutes and some gentle prodding, mom asked if it would disturb me if they continued with their program. It was fairly light research on patient procedures, so I said that the sound would not bother me and besides I was facing away from the screen. This caused them to snicker and exchange odd looks. They hesitated to renew their movie, I believed in deference to my reading, so I again said that nothing would interfere with my studies. It was then that I hardened my glance for a second, spying them all under the covers and awfully close together. There was a lot of exposed flesh. Bare shoulders on top, long legs dangling loosely, and frantic movement from beneath the blanket.

I turned to my book as the movie resumed, I caught a few words of dialogue but didn't look up. The background music sounded sappy and my concentration was on my book, but I couldn't help hearing my family's reactions. The strange movements under the blanket caused each of them to jump or to suddenly exhale in anticipated ecstasy. Certain words coming from the movie startled me and I saw when I looked up, that with furrowed brows doused in nervous sweat, they were watching me as much as the television.

It should have been so dreadfully apparent now, but I swear that the half-dressed figures on the couch, nervous sweat dripping and fidgety hands moving stealthily under covers, puzzled me but never alarmed me for an instant. I never considered anything perverted.

Then I heard the unmistakable rhythms and droll patter of a pornographic film. And atleast one of the cylinders clicked into place. My family was huddled together half-dressed, panting heavily and flaunting their indiscretions right in front of me. Their wild-eyed expressions danced from the characters onscreen to the single young woman sitting by herself just a few feet away, while a hard-core sex video titillated their imaginations and the thought of an unwilling voyeur, stimulated their sexual organs. Were they engaged in mutual masturbation while reclining nude not more than five feet from me? Was my attempted seduction or arousal, an integral component of their crude, taboo demonstration? I was an unsuspecting participant in their absurd sideshow. I shrieked in absolute confusion. I was bewildered, but more hurt that I wasn't invited rather than insulted by their actions. What was wrong with me? When I expressed my shock- though noticeably not my indignation, they simply replied in chorus that since everyone was over 21, and that it was "relatively" harmless, they had decided to watch a dirty movie "on a lark," and hoped that I was not offended.

My initial impulse was to say something "catty" or brutally honest about their immature discretions, and then storm out of the room. My actions would let them know that I was totally disgusted by their crude behavior and that they could somehow have believed that I would not be repulsed. I gathered my books and notes, papers flitting from my lap and my slippers refusing to conform to my jittery feet. As I fumbled around, the response I received from my family surprised me. They began as a group to softly chide me and imply with a mocking tone that I was a prude or a vestal. Que sera, sera. I was forced to concede to part of their criticism that my reaction was too harsh and embarrassment settled-in on me. So, with a reluctant smirk on my face and a tsk on my tongue, I slowly reopened my book and calmed down. But pointedly would not give them the satisfaction of joining them in watching their smutty movie... or anything else.

But I became alarmingly aware that a warm current was flowing in my body and a liquid heat was ominously percolating in my loins. I shifted unsteadily in my seat and tried to shield my eyes from their intrusive stares. I squeezed my eyes shut and hummed to myself in a feeble attempt to block-out the obscene patter on the screen and to ignore the fevered groping that only seemed to intensify under the covers as they tried to gauge my response. The harder I tried to shut-out the lewd situation, the more intense the visions that began to circulate in my brain.

I heard the crude language of the video and imagined in my head that it was my Aunt saying, "Please stick that big dick in my hungry pussy and ram me full until I'm swimming in your cum." Or that it was my brother who was ripping the sheer blouse from the trembling shoulders of my mother and as he squeezed her tits and bit at her pointy nipples shouted, " Geez, you have enormous juggs and I just want to take you and force you to your knees as I shove my cock down your throat." My jittery frame was wriggling in my chair and both my blood pressure and heart rate were soaring, I was picturing my mother's cum-slickened cunt and my Aunt being bent over the edge of the sofa with my brother's firm, thick cock pounding her into submission. They were watching me intently- I could tell without looking- and seemed to be getting as much of a thrill from this as from the aggressive clutching and grabbing that they engaged in. They should have been embarrassed and apologetic at their taboo, immoral behavior.

Funny thing though, the only sign of shame or discomfort was the reddened blush washing over me and the heat wave generated by my over-stimulated genitals. I was mixed-up in my head. It felt weird to keep my head buried in the pages of a book that my vision was too clouded to decipher, while my ears were on a swivel like a cat's, to catch every filthy word that I heard uttered on the video. I don't imagine that I was fooling anybody since my chest was visibly rising and falling with each onscreen seduction. My nipples were erect and poking through the light material of my thin shirt. And it must have been terribly obvious that I was pressing my knees together to quell the hot flow of sticky moisture that was wicking into the gusset of my dampened panties. I felt like such a horrible hypocrite for remaining in the room while my thoughts and actions were only a fraction away from what I perceived around me.I wanted desperately to leave, but now with my crotch wet and my nipples starched, I was forced to maintain my posture. Meanwhile, my family had begun a makeshift version of "truth or dare," that was performed as much for my viewing as for their perverted pleasure. Some sequence in each scene of the video provoked one of them to challenge each other or even to ask me, if I would ever act-out a situation like the one currently being shown. There was plenty of alcohol being consumed but I think it was more to steady their nerves than to get drunk. It allowed them to give voice to their raunchy fantasies while getting to watch me squirm under their gaze. They were openly trying to seduce me into their erotic perversions.

They did not brazenly commit any overt, obscene act. Infact, I wondered for a moment if this were all some sort of playful joke. My curiosity and imagination had been peaked and almost overcome by now, which I believed was the ultimate goal. And really, I didn't know how to respond. I caught myself stealing quick glances at them when I heard a soft, throaty moan or when the unmistakable sound of moist flesh being vigorously massaged sent some sensual signals streaming through my prickly nervous system.

When I would look up, one or more of them would always be watching me, licking their lips or circling some engorged body part with just the tip of a delicate finger, leaving my tense torso and vivid imagination as sexual torture for my soul. They were scouting my emotions and charting which scenes or what gestures caused my eyes to widen and the breath to be caught in my throat. One person's hand was not shy about unbuttoning someone's shirt or loosening a zipper. Muffled moans and languid movements accompanied by vulgar descriptions of just how each of them would like the decadent scene on film to play-out brought lascivious looks and leering smiles to their ogling faces and always directed towards me.

I must painfully admit, that having three people sitting so close to me and in various stages of undress, fondling one another, while lustfully commenting on the perverse action of an erotic movie, was sending uncontrollable tremors throughout my highly aroused anatomy. I tried to maintain some semblance of poise and not allow my fevered inventiveness to lead me into incestuous deviance. But the lewd temptations and the crude, bold dialogue was unavoidable and impossible to filter out.

I was about to speak-up and ask for an explanation for their juvenile behavior, but the correct words lodged in my throat. The blanket being shared between them had slipped towards their ankles and the three of them had barely any clothing to conceal their obvious lack of inhibitions. My mother was wearing a flimsy, pink cotton tank-top. Actually, "wearing" it was an operative phrase since the thin straps had been eased from her shoulders and slid down her arms, revealing her bountiful bosom and deep cleavage which she seemed both slightly skittish and peculiarly hyperexcited to display. When she saw me staring at her exposed chest, she nervously crossed her arms across her abundant breasts but pointedly did not move to pull up the blanket or to wiggle back into her shirt.

My aunt was also topless. She must have begun the evening in a fluffy, light-blue halter-top, but it had since been lowered either by her hands or those of my brother, so that it laid in a jumbled heap around her waist, allowing her perky tits to wobble freely and the pouty nipples to stand boldly in the crisp air. Her hands were also clutching her firm tits, but not as much for concealment as to circle the pink areolae and pinch the rubbery tips to keep them firmly agitated. She wore a devilish smile as opposed to my mom's tormented grimace.

Will, sitting like Caligula surrounded by his favorite concubines, was wearing only grey flannel shorts that had apparently been stretched from both sides since the leg holes had gaping openings that permitted his solid erection to jut from one side and stand firmly upraised and looking menacing. The engorged, bulbous helmet was slick and reddened from what must have been some feverish flogging and the pink pillar of substantial girth and length was laced with protruding, purplish veins. I could actually see his ballsack in the loose shorts, nestled in the wiry curls with the plum-sized orbs seeming to pump their semi-liquid sperm upward towards the flared head as I watched in captivated amazement. His leering grin was ear-to-ear as he ogled my startled expression and the helpless state of confusion that I found myself in.

His hand first travelled between his legs with my foolish eyes following every movement as if hypnotized by his erotic seduction. He wore an evil look as he firmly and deliberately tugged at his throbbing tool. His grip settled around the firm pole sprouted from his loins and he smoothly stroked the entire length of it as I watched in open-mouthed hunger and bewilderment. The hairy, heavy scrotum bounced as his jerking became more frantic, causing the huge, phallic organ to strain under his manipulations. Now, my eyes weren't the only ones zeroed-in on his sexual antics. My mother and my aunt reached their closest hands to fondle his generous gonads like Chinese Therapy Balls and to pump his thick, textured rod to encourage the milky syrup to rise up the firm shaft.

With the women providing the manual stimulation and three sets of horny, feminine eyes glued to his meaty manhood, Will stretched his arms to the sides and gathered his two older female relatives in his grasp. Both women scooched closer to him, their heads and mouths provocatively close to his straining tool, and his hands slid along their ribs and took two generous handfuls of their swaying tits in his grip. He smiled lustily at me and his serpentine tongue flickered-out and then moistened his red lips as his big hands squeezed the soft flesh of the ladies' boobs. His palms kneaded the plump mammaries and his fingers pinched and teased the hardened nubs that crowned each tit.

The bizarrely erotic thrill I was receiving from this episode held me frozen in place and I couldn't look away. My submissive inaction seemed to confirm some predetermined supposition of my brother's that by whatever spell he had entangled my mother and my aunt in his web of depravity, that my reluctant acceptance must somehow be a part of my genetic makeup. He slumped back on the couch in all of his glory, weighing the outer breast of each woman and juggling in his hands the jiggly heft of them. Neither woman made any attempt to pry his exploring fingers from their floppy globes, concentrating their attention on his remarkable organ with their slavish mouths drooling and the yearning, desperate look on their faces showing unbridled lust. They no longer cared that I was watching their lurid tryst. Infact the idea that they were free to express their wanton desires- incestuous taboo or not- only emboldened their shocking conduct.

My aunt had been wearing a satiny robe, loosely tied at the waist before her intimate gyrations had shifted the slick material from her sultry body. I guess that she had started-out, covered in robe and blanket but now all that was left intact was the remnants of her top and a dampened pair of pink undies that did not hide much flesh. And if there was any pubic hair on her writhing cunt as she gloried in her nephew's soft groping, it was tightly trimmed or tamped down from the sticky moisture oozing from her yearning pussy. The pink panties were quickly turning a deeper red from where her crotch absorbed the pungent wetness, and she was not shy to show me the stimulating effect Will's probing fingers had on her.

Mom was on the other side and acting just as wanton in her incestuous lust. Grinding her hips into the sofa and pressing her curvaceous anatomy against her son's heavily perspiring torso, her small fingers attempted to corral and control the throbbing pole jutting from my brother's pelvis. Her hand moved shakily before my stunned eyes, from his wiry, dank curls up and around the bulging column of flesh and circled the mushroomed head of the pinkened dome. Then with the slight trickle of precum that leaked from the helmeted tip, she spread the slickened substance along the veiny shaft and pumped the thick, smooth skin of his cock from rounded tip to sturdy base. The oily lubrication coated his enormous rod and allowed her supple hand to glide effortlessly along the fleshy length of his manhood. She pumped it swiftly up and down, her own bare breasts rising and falling with the sensual exercise. And through lowered lids and reddened cheeks, her eyes met mine as she methodically masturbated the swollen cock of her first born.

She lulled in the slow ecstasy of Will's grip on her breast, alternating gentle caresses and rough pinches that startled her but excited her prurient desires. As she stroked his cock with my aunt practically laying her head in his crotch and using her soft, pink tongue to bathe his bloated balls, I saw her mouth moving in silent pleadings, asking him to fuck her and make her cum. His hand seemed to reassure her of his intent as he cupped the soft underside of her wobbly breast and with his thumb and fingers twisting and pulling the taut nipple, he openly laid claim to his mother's sensual and sensitive body.

She was dressed in white shorts that hugged her hips and sharply displayed her toned legs. The zipper had been pulled-down at some point earlier, and her squirming had by now, revealed most of her mid-section to my view and it was apparent that like my aunt, if any of the kinky, blondish curls that should have covered her swollen clit remained in place, they were well hidden or closely cropped. And as her legs scissored and stretched to Will's deft manipulations, the shorts slowly slid down her thighs, halted only by the sweat holding them to her calves but then abruptly settling in a wrinkled pile at her ankles. Her unladylike posture only confirmed that her pubic thatch had been mown to bare skin and she was eager and anxious to exhibit her raw snatch.

The women were tired with wrestling Will's shorts and they both had an arm in the legholes of his trunks, so in brazen form and regardless of my concerns, they dragged the dampened cloth from his hips while he lifted his butt from the cushions, and slipped the worn, wet material over his muscular thighs and off his hairy legs. He seemed to exalt in the ministrations of his harem.

I was both mesmerized and horrified by the lewd, crude arrangement that I was witness to. My breath came in shallow gasps of air and sweat poured from my twitching frame. This was incest! Infact, right before my shocked eyes it was my family engaged in the most degenerate level of depravity that I could ever imagine. And yet, what troubled me most was that internally- and not so secretly- I was so turned-on and enthralled by the decadent scenario that my shameful body was aflame with desire. As I watched this debauchery in breathless anticipation of what was next, unable to move and barely able to speak, both women lowered their mouths to my brother's pulsing erection and like mewing kittens to a bowl of warm milk, they both uttered low, throaty moans as their soft, pointed tongues lathered the firm organ. Soon, they were taking turns stuffing their hungry mouths with his shiny pole and bobbing rapidly, almost racing to bring him to the ultimate climax. He exerted his control by grabbing the sweat-soaked hair of each woman and jamming his tool further down their throats or bouncing their heads in his lap to increase their pace. Neither woman complained and infact, they were both diddling their own lusty cunts as they worked on his erection.

The quick but exhaustive glance that grew to a full-on study of their immorality, tortured my psyche and held me in place. Taking-in their casually lewd attitude toward an open performance of incestuous oral sex leading to who-knows-what, only permitted them all the opportunity to study my reflexive fascination with their overt sexuality, despite my best efforts to diffuse and disguise my burning obsession. I had wished in my mind to make a stern statement about boozy, blatant debauchery. But with my heart thumping heavily up into my throat and my mouth seemingly parched and drooling at the same time, I could only stutter-out a juvenile response.

"Oh, grow-up!" I feebly uttered. "All of you are behaving like animals, you should be ashamed. If you're just trying to tease me, it isn't working." (It was infact working well, I was being teased to the point of sexual exhaustion and I was the only one feeling any sense of shame.) "So you can turn-off that dirty movie and put your clothes back on," I lamely blurted-out. Seriously not really understanding what it was, that I was being indoctrinated into. Part of me was still hoping that it was an elaborate, (though kinky) trick on me and that they would start to laugh and get dressed. But an uncomfortable little pang kept jarring my moral compass with the crude notion that they were attempting to draw me in to some sort of incestual orgy from which there would be no going back. And worse than that, I feared that they could see through the sheen of flop-sweat painting my forehead and upper lip. As well as the crimson blush that colored my cheeks.

The material of my bra was no match for my pointy nipples, they poked through my shirt announcing to all, the absolute heights of my arousal. And if that wasn't proof enough of my descent into depravity, the musky scent emanating from my sodden snatch filled the room with my lusty craving. I tried to hold eye contact but not look at their genitals. Both Lori and my mom were slavishly sucking and kissing the gigantic, swelled cap of Will's sturdy prick. Like rutting whores, their greedy lips devoured his cock with a maniacal passion for sex. Two sets of bouncing tits were dangling and clapping together making wet, slapping noises as their bodies swayed on either side of him. Their hips were undulating rhythmically with shiny, feminine digits thrusting in and out of the gaping slits and their clean-shaven pussies were begging for a more forceful release that only Will could provide.

It all seemed so surreal and intoxicating. Erotic images of lust-filled pagans danced in my mind, but ofcourse they were dancing in the flames of hell and I couldn't quite decide if they were enchanted or cursed. But why then was there a puddle of warm moisture in my crotch and a tingling, demanding hunger roiling my belly and corrupting my imagination? I could see in my mind's eye, that I was on that couch. It was my hands cupping their bodacious mounds and my tongue circling each swollen areola and nipping at those pouty nipples. And there I was on my knees between my older brother's thighs, swirling my pointy tongue along the curved length of his rigid pole and kissing the domed cap, allowing the smooth rounded head to penetrate my lips and lodge in my distended cheek. It wouldn't take much more prodding before I offered my pliant body to the lascivious whims of my brother's perversions. I was including myself, almost volunteering my body to this horrid display of incest. I needed to get away before it was too late.

My irrational questions were eventually answered by my mother as she allowed Lori to take her place fellating Will's enormous appendage. I had sputtered-out useless inanities, only showing the vulnerability of my position. It looked as if mom was prodded by the other two, to be the spokeswomen for them. She stopped to wipe the smeared lipstick from her face and close her legs, and then turned to me, though not ignoring the incestuous blowjob being performed right beside her.

"Christy, my dear, don't get so upset. We're all adults here, and it's an "'adult movie,'" the others were forced to giggle despite their current activity. "No one is being hurt and we're in our own home, and besides who watches porn just for the fine acting. It looked to us like your reading could wait and we thought that maybe you would want to join us and watch the video. There's plenty of room on the couch or we could even move to someplace more comfortable. It seems like you were getting a bit excited too." (They all simply nodded towards my flustered complexion and highly agitated physical condition.) I was beginning to shake. My body didn't feel like my own. This trembling affected my speech and my motor control.

I could only smile weakly and attempt to control my rapid, shallow breathing. I wasn't sure if I had just been let in on some bizarre joke or if I had been jointly propositioned for some deviant MFFF incest orgy. I sat stunned for a second, almost saying "Thank you" for the eccentric invitation. I rose unsteadily from my chair, books and papers falling to the floor and my giddy head shaking like an insane bobblehead. My heart was pounding and my head grew dizzy with mixed emotions. I muttered some anemic apologies about disturbing them or spoiling their fun, while straightening my damp, clingy clothing.

Trying to control some last semblance of my will-power, I took a last moment to watch a scene on the television so that it wouldn't appear that I was running out on them and smiled to assure them that I meant no offense. Then I shakily excused myself from their "play time" saying that I really must finish my book. But I really just needed to get out of there and clear my head. My knees were tottering to the point that I may have collapsed. I had a lot to think about and very little to rely on.

They laughed politely and assured me that I was welcome at any time. Is this really what it was coming down to? They were gathering themselves into more traditional family arrangements as I made my sheepish departure from the room, almost as though nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place. I shuffled downstairs to the den holding tightly to the handrails because I was still a bit wobbly on my feet. Maybe some quiet time and a moment to collect my thoughts was all that I required to arrive at some logical solution.

It had never occurred to me as I trudged down the steps that I was not out of their sight. My brother was an electronics genius and he had apparently wired closed-circuit cameras to all vantage points in the house that he could activate from anywhere with his phone. This included bedrooms and bathrooms as I discovered later, as well as the den that I was heading to. So as I flopped down on the big couch, not even bothering to turn on lights, he could push a button and change the channel on the TV, and they could watch my every move in the uniquely-decorated basement room.

I was out of breath and low on energy, when I slumped on to the over-stuffed love seat in the rec room. Not just because I had rushed out of the upstairs room in a confused panic. My mind swimming with scenes of familial perversion and still haunted about my present and future part in it. But also because my over-heated torso was now shivering with dried sweat and my pussy was leaking warm, sticky fluid that dribbled down my inner thighs while my perky nipples chafed from the wet fabric and itched to be fondled and caressed. There was a steady drumbeat of lust being pumped through my veins and pooling in my yearning twat. And a series of perplexing and perverted images streaming through my troubled brain that just would not reset to my normal, boring life.

I hadn't spent much time in this room lately, and generally when I did, it was with the lights out like tonight, or with an occasional candle flickering. Along with the cameras that I had not noticed, and that now recorded my every detail, other additions had been made giving the surroundings a claustrophobic and slightly sinister vibe. There were a lot of mirrors, strange-looking hooks mounted in the wall and an unusual pulley system reaching over the pool table that I couldn't determine any use for. And on the large-screen TV that I clicked-on, I was suspiciously surprised that another porn video was playing. I felt a little guilty and also quite horny, so I didn't bother to turn it off, plus I had forgotten my book upstairs. The movie did seem like a harmless diversion and I just needed to rest. Well, it is impossible to close your eyes or to concentrate on other matters while people are fucking and sucking on screen. And even more difficult to keep your hand from travelling between your legs.

My sweaty, hard-breathing frame was still decompressing from the very suggestive yet ultimately well-meaning encounter with my family, mere minutes ago. In the darkened room, alone with my thoughts and despite my best intentions, my eyes and ears were drawn to the XXX-video. Two digits of my right hand snaked down my shivering belly and combed through the dew-slickened, wiry curls of my pubic patch and my palm pressed against the quivering mound that barely concealed the swollen thimble of flesh that radiated spasms of ecstasy through my nervous system. My eyes widened and seconds later were glued to the action.

This one was not as "professionally" performed but something struck an eerily familiar chord. In a big open room a lot like this one, an older-looking blonde woman was strapped face-down to a table, she was naked and her legs were spread, showing the wet, raw reminder of how she had recently been thoroughly fucked and it appeared from her still convulsing torso that she completely enjoyed the experience. And on her knees next to the first anonymous woman, another blonde- younger but just as willing- was using her hungry lips to please and finish-off her studly partner. His back was turned to the camera and only her wildly disheveled blonde mane and her bobbing head could be seen behind him.

Upstairs, my brother broke the ice by asking outloud, "Do you think she liked the idea? Do you think she's ready? I mean, uh did you see her nipples jutting through her shirt? Jeez, I want to fuck that little piece of ass!"

"Slow down Will," my mother cautioned. "Remember that she's your sister even if it means only sex to you because I know it means the world to her." He seemed appropriately chastened for a moment but never stopped stroking his firm cock. "I don't want to scare her anymore than we already did. You two "volunteered" me to approach her about this situation so give me a chance to work it out." My mother was either preaching calm or stalling for time. "But she does have a nice figure and I think she was getting into it." Then she looked at my Aunt Lori and winked, "And wouldn't it be sweet to have her licking our pussies?"

All three of them stared at the TV which was spying and filming me as my thoughts were elsewhere. They were rewarded with just the reaction that they hoped to see. As they followed my shaken demeanor like a pack of wolves sizing-up their unwary prey, they pointed out every tell-tale clue that the victim was ripe for the taking.

I was laying on the softly padded couch with one leg carelessly thrown over the back. Having found that reaching inside my damp shorts to caress my aching cunt was too confining and a bit messy, I had discarded both my skimpy shorts and my cotton briefs leaving me freedom to casually pluck at my engorged labia and moistened pussy. This also served to allow my voyeurs to catch me remotely, fingering and stabbing at my bare cunt. They instantly resorted to their own brand of mutual masturbation, which unfortunately at this time, I was unable to enjoy. There was never an instant in my life that I thought about laying on the couch fully exposed with my family only one floor above me, watching a porno and fucking myself with my sticky fingers. This entire situation only moments ago, would have seemed too much for me to imagine. In reality, it was not nearly enough.

A sensuous, subliminal tease had sparked a white-hot flame that now burned out of control in my loins. These hot juices left me to wonder if I was missing something in my life. I was saving myself... but for what? I had my sense of morals, but to what end? The images on the screen here and before excited me and my family's illicit actions sorely tempted me, then my mom's sexy introduction very nearly hooked me. I was alone in the dark playing with my pussy and wishing that someone, (someone very close and supportive of me,) would join me and teach me to be truly free.

In full view of my relatives in the living room and much to their deviant entertainment, believing that I had some privacy my fingers worked at the nobby button of flesh jutting from beneath its swollen hood, sending shock waves of energy that jolted my supine anatomy. My hips wiggled and lifted from the cushions as my exploring fingers tunneled into the warm wet cavern of my yearning cunt. My bare legs shivered and twisted, the painted nails struggling for traction in the material of the sofa, to keep my twitching frame from lurching off the end. My upper body squirmed and felt constricted by my clothing so with my other hand, I almost shredded my blouse and ripped my bra as I struggled to savour every inch of my curvy body. The sweat glistened on my chest and a small river of warm moisture slid through my cleavage and soaked the fuzzy, short hairs on my pubic mound. My left hand gripped and squeezed my firm damp breast and my fingers teased the pert nipple, causing even more ripples of lurid pleasure to course through my system.

I had no idea that I was performing this crude routine for a lively, lecherous audience. My mind was so fogged with the lewd scenario that had recently played before me and of the stimulating sexual tryst still on the screen, that the sudden realization hit me that no sexual situation could be so taboo if consenting adults found it so delightfully pleasurable. And my pleasure center was on overdrive. The darkened room brought anonymity and the smoky, sensual sound of uninhibited sexual gratification- sucking, slurping, moaning- flowed into my unconscious brain.

On the video, I heard the voice of the man asking the woman who was on her knees, if she could taste her sister's pussy juice on his erect cock as he plunged it deep in and out of her slutty mouth. She couldn't answer him more clearly than to mumble some muffled whimpers. Then he smacked the older woman on her bare ass, causing ripples to linger on her cheeks and thighs. "Are you ready," he asked deviously, "To take my fat cock in your tight ass?" Her mouth was silenced by a bright orange ball-gag but her delirious moans of rapture told all.

In my agitated state, I capriciously imagined that the spread-eagled woman tied to the table was my mother and that the woman blowing her partner was my aunt. I cursed at myself for envisioning my mom and Lori as sexual playthings but then I recalled what I had witnessed and the arousal in my hot cunt was intense. My wandering digits finally found the exquisite prize that they had been insearch of.

The soft tip of my middle finger was massaging that elusive lump just under the roof of my tingling pussy. My pelvis was undulating and the warm fluid percolated between my thighs. Then it hit me with full force. It was the same as if my finger was in an electrical outlet. It had begun slowly as if a tease, but then took off like a rocket. A shock rocked my body and I began to twitch violently. My naked and soaked anatomy screwed itself into the sofa, flexing with each eruptive spasm. My hips bucked in the air and electric twinges of delight coursed through my limp torso from my frazzled blonde mane to my pink-painted toes. I had no control. My insides turned to liquid and my muscles to jelly. The shaking lasted for five minutes and the convulsions visibly vibrated my sodden flesh. It was thunderous.

It was magical. And it was all-consuming. When it subsided, I fell back as if intoxicated.

As I slowly recovered, I realized that no matter how it had occurred, I didn't want this feeling to end. For my own selfish pleasure, I was picturing Lori and mom being fucked and used as submissive sluts and enjoying every bit of it. And it drove me wild. My insatiable pussy was on fire. My butt and back were drenched in sweat and thick, oily liquid oozed from my pussy. I used the lubrication to continue to glide my cum-slickened fingers along the petal-like lips of my distended cunt and thrust them inside the fiery entrance to my pleasure center. I even dipped the wet digits in my mouth, to taste the tart flavor of my cunt juice. For added inspiration, I took a new look at the dirty movie playing before my wide eyes. It wasn't merely my vivid imagination but yet, I had visualized that I was watching the women in my family being forcibly raped, and I loved every second of it!

Now that the fog had lifted, I could see clearly that the younger blonde was indeed my Aunt Lori because she was suddenly standing at the far end of the pool table facing the camera and was completely naked. She was holding the head of the other woman to her crotch, allowing that woman to tongue her clit. And that woman, as I saw now because the young man had mounted her from behind and was tugging her wet, blonde hair in his fist bringing her face into view, was my mother! My brother, with his gorgeous cock, was driving it deep and hard into my mom's inviting ass while she was thrusting her pointy tongue into my aunt's clean-shaven and dripping wet pussy. And nothing- heaven help me- could have excited me more!

I gawked at the sordid scene while my rapturous body squirmed in ecstasy. What was happening to me? I was not only condoning the taboo tryst, but I was also imagining the part that I might be chosen to play in it. Incest simply became another word for pleasure in my mind. Upstairs, I had thought what it might be like to see them all naked. Here, I just saw on tape, what they all looked like while they were fucking each other. And at this moment I would have sucked that big cock and taken my mom's place on the table while Will raped my virginal ass. I didn't know what was becoming of my morals, but I knew that I was so incredibly horny right now, that I would take any position in their incestuous orgy.