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She withdrew from her brother’s prick, and quickly knelt in front of him. She sucked half of it into her mouth, then dove straight down on it, burying her nose in his closely-cropped pubic bush. He felt like the cum was never going to stop spraying down his sister’s throat. Shot after white-hot shot flew into her, half of it leaking out of the sides of her stretched-taught mouth, and trailing down to his sack.
“Mmm…mmm…mmm…,” she mumbled with every spurt. She pulled his cock out with obvious reluctance, cords of semen connected her mouth with her brother’s semi-rigid dick. She gave it a couple of playful swipes of her long tongue.
“Now,” she said, gazing up at her brother with a new-found love in her eyes, “what do we do about Uncle Brian and Mom?”
Two days after “the incidents”--as Rob and Sandra titled them--Sandra was in the bathroom next to her mother’s bedroom, shaving. She already finished under her arms and one leg. Her right foot was cradled on the edge of the sink, foamy shaving cream was spread all over the tanned, well-formed leg. She brought the razor down her thigh in expert strokes, rinsing off the blade after each pass.
After she finished her thigh, knee, and calf, she wiped up all of the streaks of shaving lotion with a warm, wet towel.
She sat down on the toilet seat and grabbed the can of shaving cream. She spread her legs wide, as she covered her pussy and pelvis with the foam. First she removed all of the light stubble from her pelvis. Next, she ran the razor in soft strokes on the sides of her puffy vagina. This next part, she knew--from unfortunate past experiences--that she had to be very cautious. Reaching to the top of the round sink, she pulled down a small mirror with a stand on the back. She set it on the floor in front of her, tilting it to get a clear view of her cunt; seeing her pussy covered in creamy shave lotion (making it look like someone--”Mmmmm, maybe my brother again. Yummy,” she thought--shot a load of sweet-tasting jizz all over it) made her so hot inside.
She used her left hand to part the lips in various directions, each time trying to get the best--and safest--angles, as she removed the tiny hairs from her folds of womeness.
While she was washing all of the cream off, she heard her mother’s soft and sultry voice through the paper-like walls.
“Brian, you’re too good to me; you always have been, ever since we were kids….”
“If you only knew, Mom, what kind of dirt-bag he really is,” Sandra said to the flowery paintings on the wall.
Amy was off today; she finished all of the work from practically killing herself all week. And, to Sandra, she seemed to be in an uppity mood.
Amy continued: “I can’t believe you did that then!” she bellowed.
“That’s it--he confessed,” Sandra said, suddenly feeling guilty for her escapades with her brother, and feeling sorrow for her mother and family, because they were about to lose one of their own. She drooped her head, and gazed down at her newly shaven, incestuous cunt.
Then, suddenly, Amy’s voice caused Sandra to jump out of her contemplations. “Are you sure none of the kids saw you? They came home early, ya know? If they found out about my fantasy of being taken advantage of when I sleep (or sometimes pretend to sleep), plus the fact of incest, we might lose our family!” Amy finished, obviously upset.
Sandra’s jaw was hanging to the linoleum floor. Had she heard right? Could she believe it? Would Rob believe it? ‘Should I even tell him?’ All of these queries spun around madly inside of her gorgeous head.
While she was talking to herself (listening to phrases coming from her mother like: “That cum you left in my throat was delicious. Your cock is so big and fat and left the best taste in my mouth. Did you like the view I gave you, with my stockinged legs slightly open?”, her right hand found its way down to her heated crevasse of thick, sizzling pussy lips.
“I think he has a right to know,” she mused, as she inserted her middle two fingers into her now-slippery snatch.
All the while listening to how filthy her mother was talking to her own brother, she was furiously jabbing her squishing, sloppy, juicy pussy. And now, wonderful ideas were forming in her mind…
After Sandra finished masturbating--and sucking and licking her fingers dry of her pussy-slime--she threw on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. She quietly crept out of the bathroom and headed down the long hall to Rob’s room.
It was around six in the afternoon, just about the time when her brother takes his nap after his workout. She knocked on the door gently, but she received no response. “He’s asleep,” she murmured. She encircled the knob with her hand. “But he definitely won’t mind bein woken up with this kind of news.”
She turned the knob and entered.
The sight to the busty, sexy, lithe blonde was so marvellous to behold. Rob was laying on his back, completely naked. Beads of a light sweat sparkled across his chest, face, and legs. One leg was straight out, while the other was bent inward, with his foot resting against his inner thigh. His hairless cock--even flaccid, to her it was amazing--was hanging over his large sack; she saw it twitch in his sleep.
“Sleep…,” her thoughts going back to their mother. ‘Maybe I’ll have a little of that sleep-sex, myself.’
Sandra crept over to her brother’s bed. She called his name softly. No response. ‘Good,’ she thought.
She knelt on the floor, his hot, sweaty prick just a foot away; the slit seemed to be beckoning to her. She stared at it for a few moments, taking it all in: the swollen head, the dark circle of flesh just under it, ringing the glorious shaft, the stringy, bulging veins, as his cock seemed to be growing from Sandra’s steamy breath caressing it, and the huge, tight sack. She loved his dick more than anything else she ever saw in her life, she realized at that moment.
The naughty sister leaned in and laid her head on his thigh with gentleness; the scent of him was intoxicating. Stretching out her hand, she lightly ran her fingernails up and down her brother’s now-fully-erect cock. As soon as it sprang to life, it plopped itself on his stomach.
She decided she should be closer to her wonderful brother-pole, so she got up, and lowered her pussy right above Rob’s slightly-agape mouth, while she lowered her own mouth to the obese, glistening prick. His breath made her bald cunt quiver. She gripped her brother’s dick with both hands at the base, and stood it straight up. She playfully swiped at the head and shaft as she hoped he would not waken. She knew he wouldn’t be mad, obviously, but she thought it nastier to do this to a sleeping man.
With long strokes, she ‘jobbed her brother’s cock, while stuffing the head and a couple of inches into her mouth; drool and saliva flowed out of the corners as she sucked and stroked.
Rob was having the most unbelievably awesome dream, and he fought to stay asleep. His only sound was a moan into Sandra’s cunt; his only movement was him opening his legs more.
Sandra thought she roused him. “Rob…?”
Just another soft moan in response.
She played with his bulging sack with her delicate left hand, while holding the cock at its base with her other. She slid even more of his manhood into her throat, and she released her grip. It was time to go deep.
Sandra raised her head so only the pre-cum-flowing head was between her full lips. With deliberate slowness, she swallowed the rod of thick cock of her loving brother.
When she reached his balls, she wiggled her nose into the shrivelled flesh, smelling even more of him.
“Mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…,” Sandra mumbled with every down stroke of her bobbing. She was at such a lustful point of taboo ecstasy, that she felt her orgasm bubbling up inside her. She knew her brother’s face was going to get slimed with her girl-cum soon, so she sucked and slurped harder so he would--hopefully--sling his wad into her stomach.
As she slobbered over her brother’s slick organ, she felt it start to pulse in her mouth. Finally, he erupted his incestuous semen deep into her throat. She swallowed each and every one of the almost dozen globs.
Squirts of her juices dribbled out of her bare pussy all over her brother’s face. She withdrew her new best friend from her mouth, and held in her cries of total euphoria. She looked under her, watching as her cunt-gates opened and poured forth its sweet-scented liquid. It was running in rivulets all down the sides of his face. Some spurts went into his mouth and shimmered on his lips.
After her orgasm passed she kissed the semi-rigid cock, rose off of her brother and the bed, and silently walked out of the room.
Sandra waited in her room later that afternoon for her brother to wake. She didn’t wait long, however. She heard his heavy footsteps go past her bedroom. Obviously he needed to head to the bathroom to piss (he just came and didn’t know it, but his prick did), and wash up.
Sandra smiled wide; the taste of brother-cum still lingered in her mouth.
After a while, she heard him coming back out, and going back to his room.
“Rob,” she yelled, as he was just outside her door, “come in here for a minute. I need to talk to you.”
He was a bit blurry-eyed and confused as he opened the door. But he was awake enough to remember the last time his sister “needed to talk to him”. He grinned. He also swallowed the bile in his mouth that mysteriously tasted of cum of the female variety.
Rob entered and closed the door behind him. He saw his sister sitting cross-legged on the bed again. His eyes immediately went to her panty-covered pussy. She was smiling, and she seemed a lot happier than when he first saw his sister sitting like that.
“Sit down, Rob. I have the coolest news.”
“Okay,” he said, as he sat next to her. “But after you’re done, I have something strange to tell you.” He appeared even more bewildered.
She cocked her head to the side in a shy manner. “What’s the matter, Bro? Wake up wet?” she smiled and laughed.
“How’d you know?” he stammered, obviously still confused.
She grabbed his cock through his shorts, and confessed, “I decided to play with you while you were asleep. I sucked you off and, when you came, I flooded all over your face. Did you like waking up to the taste of your sister’s cum in your mouth?”
“You know it!” was all he could say.
She squeezed his prick and said, “But enough about us…for now,” she winked and licked her lips. “You have to hear this.” She unloaded all of what she had heard their mother saying to their Uncle Brian. The whole time, both his eyes and cock grew larger, both threatening to explode from their respective homes.
“I…I…can’t believe it!”
“Believe it, Bro. Our mom’s an incestuous slut, and now we can play with her whenever she’s sleeping!” She pulled her pink panties over to the side. “Look,” she instructed her brother, “at how swollen and soaked my cunt is! I can’t wait!”
Rob stared at his sister’s snatch with love and lust in his eyes, pondering what she had just told him.
“Tomorrow, sweet Sister. Tomorrow we finally get our share.” They were both nodding, as she pulled his prick out of the piss-hole of his shorts. She jerked it while he pulled and played with her floppy, fleshy cunt-flaps.
“Tomorrow, Mom’s gonna get a cunt-full of my cock, and I would LOVE to see you eat her beautiful pussy. Now I know where you get yours from.”
She smiled as she pushed him back, straddled him, pulled her panties over one more time, and injecting her steaming twat with brother-cock.
Amy came home like clockwork. She hung up her coat, and made her way to the couch. She had on one of her customary black blazers and a silver button-up shirt underneath. She removed her blazer and, tossing it onto the chair across from her. Her black skirt was a lot shorter than usual, and had slits up both sides that were very high. She had black fishnets on that rested right over her knees. Spiked-heel leather boots came most of the way up her firm, but delicate calves.
She undid her dark hair from its upswept style she had it in, and let it flow around her shoulders.
Sitting down on the couch, she rested her feet on the edge of the marble coffee table; her knees pointed up and her legs were--once more--slightly parted. Within twenty seconds, she dozed off.
Seemingly, of course.
Aunt Sherry was waiting in the dining room, sipping a cabernet. Looking at her upper half, she appeared to anyone to just be wearing a plush, purple robe. She was also sporting a wide, full-lipped grin. Her hair was done in a corona of large spiral curls that reached her very large, and very perky breasts.
She waited around five minutes and, growing extremely impatient, finished her wine and set the glass down. Sherry stood up and walked around the large table. Untying her waist, she undid her robe, rolled it up, and placed it on a chair.
If her niece and nephew would have seen what she was wearing, they would have been totally shocked. Under her robe, she was hiding a secret. Around her neck was a thick band of latex, with short, steel spikes. On her arms, from mid-triceps all the way down, she wore black latex gloves. Her top and boots were of the same dark material as the rest of the outfit, and they shimmered like the Atlantic at midnight. The top part wrapped around her chest, but exposed both of her glorious tits, making them appear larger. Her extremely high stiletto boots crawled all the way up to just under her hairless, lipless pussy, actually touching the outer edges of the pink flesh.
She smiled wider, and reached under the table to grab a long, white box. Her cunt was saturated from anticipating what was about to transpire, as she walked over to stand in front of her sister.
“Crotch-less panties…Nice one, Sis,” she whispered erotically. She laid the box down onto the coffee table, opened it up, and drew out what was hidden inside.
With the object in her hand, she started at a sound--sort of like a gasp--seeming to come from behind her or outside. She turned to look, but saw nothing. So she spun her head back around to face her lovely, sleeping sister.
Around the time her aunt was pouring her wine, Sandra and Rob were discussing their plan for the night.
They decided on waiting by the patio until their mother pulled up and went inside. Then they would wait until she fell asleep, creep through the front door, and have their way with her.
They were huddled behind a line of shrubbery when they saw their mom’s car coming up the drive. They watched their sexy, succulent mother exit the car, and go inside the house.
Rob pulled out his cock to show his sister how hard Mom’s outfit made him. Sandra replied by giving him a couple of yanks before telling him to get ready.
They crept over to the bay window (the window that seemed to have started all of this), with Rob taking peeks under his sister’s short, plaid skirt. She received a schoolgirl uniform from an ex-boyfriend a year ago, and she realized that she could think of no better time in her life to look so innocent, and be so dirty at the same time. It was complete with white knee-high socks and a white button shirt tied under her juicy jugs in a large knot.
They both peeked through the window, watching as their mother sat down on the couch. They moaned quietly, seeing all of the side of her left leg through the slit up the side of her skirt.
“Let’s go,” Sandra whispered in anxious tones.
“No. I want to make sure no one’s gonna be coming yet. Give it a couple minutes.” But Rob’s prick was having a hard time agreeing with the bigger head.
After about three minutes, both brother and sister couldn’t believe their eyes were witnessing what was happening in their living room. They watched as their Aunt Sherry came strolling out of the dining room in a black latex outfit, carrying a long box under her arm.
Sandra squeaked as she saw the object in her aunt’s hand. It was a two-foot, double-headed dildo, sparkling white in beautiful contrast to Sherry’s get-up.
Rob turned to his sister. “Are we the only two who haven’t gotten Mom yet?”
Sandra just nodded and stared wide-eyed at what was happening.
Sherry smacked the gigantic dong on the palm on her hand; the slapping noises arousing her even more. She stood on top of the coffee table and stepped down between her sister’s legs, pushing them open even further.
Kneeling down, she began caressing her sister’s left boot and stockinged knee, making her way up her silky thigh. She placed the bulbous head of one end of the dildo on Amy’s cunt and started swishing the fleshy flaps around. “Here’s what I’m gonna do, Sis. First I’m gonna lick your swollen twat while sloooowly fucking you with our favorite toy. Then I’m gonna fuck you while I fuck myself at the same time.”
She leaned in closer and inhaled a few lungful of her sibling’s snatch. Sherry spread the fabric of the crotch-less panties apart, strings of pure white cum clung to the panties and pussy. With her own cunt inflamed, she began sucking around the labia, trailing kisses and licks all over. She opened the lips wide and sucked as much cum out of her sister’s cunt as she could.
Now she placed the plastic cock-head against the bald sister-cunt, and swirled it around, collecting as much slime and saliva as possible. Then she eased the dildo in inch by slippery inch, all the while licking around the edges of the twat.
Sandra and Rob couldn’t help it; they had to masturbate each other. At least for a few moments. Rob slid his middle finger into his sister’s pussy and started flicking it back and forth in a fast manner, while thumbing her enlarged clitoris. Sandra was jacking off his enormous, ten-and-a-half inch cock furiously when they heard a twig snap behind them. Not really wanting to, they both stopped instantly.
They heard a familiar voice say, “I see you’s two know about us now.” The sounds of a smile on the man’s lips. “That’s good.”
Uncle Brian came over to stand next to his niece, patting her on her round ass. He looked into the window. “Well, Aunt Sherry finally got that outfit she’s been waiting for.”
Brian grabbed Sandra’s slim-fingered hand and pushed it against the obscene bulge in his jeans. “Shall we join them?”
Sandra, remembering how thick and fat her uncle’s dick was, nodded, and started for the front door.
Sherry was now connected to her sister by more than just blood: cunts were brought together by the double-header. Amy was still sitting; her legs extremely wide, while Sherry had her ass towards Amy, bent over the coffee table. Sherry, thrusting the dildo in and out of both pussies, was moaning, “We’re fucking again, Sis, like we always used to. Hmmmm…I’m so, so, so happy we started again. Ungh…oooooh, your pussy’s so fucking tight and drenched with cum…” and on and on with incestuous pleasantries.
Each pussy’s lips were being pushed in and pulled out with each forward and backward impaling. Rings of white, foamy women-semen were forming on each end of the humungous dildo.
Over the squeaking of latex, the moaning and growling of Aunt Sherry, and the spongy sounds of woman-on-woman sex, the aunt never heard the door open, letting the rest of the family inside.
Before the two guys said anything, they were both nude, with Sandra in the middle yanking on both stiff pricks.
Uncle Brian said, “Sherry, mind if we join in on the fun?”
One second of shock came and went, and Sherry didn’t even break stride. She nodded an enthusiastic “yes”, and just kept slamming the dildo into her and her sister’s pussies. Amy’s head kept bouncing and lolling (in her “sleep”) from side to side.
Brian led Rob over to the couch, and they each positioned themselves on either side of Amy’s face. Rob started unbuttoning his mother’s silver shirt to unleash her wonderful tits. She had no bra on, to his surprise (not to Brian’s apparently). They each pulled a side of her shirt open, and immediately began caressing the plump flesh, and pinching the stiff nipples.