Brother, Sister & Mom have Sex Ch. 01

'Rich! I'm rich,' he thought to himself for no one to hear.

With a bagful of money, perhaps he could tempt and persuade his sister and/or his mother to do what he so wanted and hoped they'd do. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd agree to remove their clothes and undress right in front of him. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd have lesbian sex with one another while he watched. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd allow him to touch, feel, and fondle their beautiful, naked bodies. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd give him hot sex. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd agree to have a threesome.

Knowing how fond of money his sister was and how little money she had, he knew she needed to buy a car. Knowing how much his mother needed money to pay the bills, she'd never have to worry again. He hoped that sex for money and money for sex would sound as good to his sister and his mother as much as it sounded good to him.

Then, already bursting his bubble, maybe the bag contained counterfeit money. He didn't know. Maybe the money was stolen from a robbery and had a dye pack in it. He didn't know that either. Or more likely, explaining the sirens, the money was from a drug deal gone bad, a drug deal that just happened, or was just about to happen before the police intervened.

Yeah, definitely, without a doubt, in the way the money was wrapped, banded together, and placed in an innocuous paper bag, this was drug money. Yet, too bad for them. Whatever the money was and wherever it came from, this was his money now. Ready to pick it up and take it home with him, with possession nine tenths of the law, he wondered what the other tenth was. Nonetheless, he just hoped to God that no one saw him pick up the bag of money. He just hoped to God that it was real money and not counterfeit money. He just hoped to God that he wouldn't have a cloud or red dye in his room and all over his body.

He looked around to make sure no one was watching him. He picked up the bag. It was heavy, much heavier than he thought it would be. It felt like it weighed nearly ten pounds. With him never having had any money, he didn't realize that money could weigh that much. Then, he remembered someone telling him that one-million dollars in hundred-dollar bills weighed 22 pounds. He tucked the bag beneath his arm and nonchalantly walked away as if the paper bag and the money inside was his. Finders keepers.

Instead of walking up his front steps and entering his house through his front door as he always did, once off the sidewalk and out of sight, he ran down the alley and entered his house through the back door. From what he could see and what he hoped, no one saw him leave with the bag. He walked through the kitchen, bypassed the living room, and was ready to run up the stairs to his room. Only, as soon as about to go to his room, his sister called out to him.

"Jason? Is that you? Are you home?"

'Duh,' he thought.

With it obvious that he was home, he didn't answer her right away. He needed to think. Catching him by surprise, not expecting her to be home on a Saturday night, his sister was downstairs watching TV. He wondered why she was home. Strangely odd, she was never home on a Saturday night. Not wondering any more about his sister's Saturday night, date plans, he more wondered what she was wearing. Once he took care of the money, he couldn't wait to go downstairs to see his sexy sister.

With his mother gone for the weekend, he wondered if his sister was wearing her sexy nightgown without the modesty of wearing a robe. With her nightgown so short and so low cut, she'd no doubt give him unintentional down nightgown views of her tits and up nightgown views of her pussy. By far, that was his favorite nightgown she owned.

Even more than how short and low cut it was, her nightgown was sheer enough to clearly show the impressions her nipples and the shape that her big breasts made in the thin material. The nearly transparent material showed her dark shadow of brown, trimmed pubic hair and her ass crack too. Normally with their mother around denying him the sexual pleasure of seeing anything of his sister's hot body, she always was made to wear a robe over her nightgown whenever around him.

"I'll be down in a minute," he said from the front hallway.

With the money taking precedence over the lust he had for his sister, he was anxious to see if the money was real or counterfeit. He ran up the stairs two steps at a time, went in his room, and closed his bedroom door. Once in his room, he dumped the bag of money on his bed. So much money, my God, there was so very much money. How much money was there? He didn't know. He had no idea.

'Please let it be real and not counterfeit,' he prayed. 'Please let it be real and not counterfeit. Please let it be real and not counterfeit," he repeated three times as if saying a mantra.

He counted the rubber band wrapped rolls. There were sixty rolls of one-hundred dollar bills. He opened one roll and counted fifty, one-hundred dollar bills before checking the money with his counterfeit detection marker. Not counterfeit, the money was real. If each roll contained fifty, one-hundred dollar bills, then that's five thousand dollars in each roll.

"Oh, my God," he said for no one to hear.

Doing the math in his head, sixty times five is three-hundred. If each roll is five-thousand dollars and I have sixty rolls, then this was three-hundred-thousand dollars in one-hundred dollar bills. Without actually taking the time to count the money he dumped on his bed, just guesstimating at it, he had three hundred large. He had three-hundred big ones. He had three-hundred-fucking-thousand dollars in one-hundred dollar bills.

"Wow," he said for no one to hear. "I'm rich."

Now, hopefully, he could finally get what he wanted from his sister and possibly even from his mother. By giving them money, maybe they'd agree to remove their clothes in front of him. By giving them money, hopefully now he could see them both naked. By giving them more money, maybe now they'd agree to give him sex. By giving them even more money, maybe they'd agree to have lesbian sex with one another. By giving them money, maybe they'd agree to have a threesome. Sex for money and money for sex was the way of the world. Now that he had the money, he just needed to have the incestuous sex.

Glad that he was wearing cargo pants with extra, oversized pockets, he stuffed four, wrapped rolls in four different pockets, and stuffed the unwrapped roll of loose one-hundred dollar bills in his side pocket. Knowing he'd no doubt be needing the money in a little while, he threw his bedspread over the bag of money and went downstairs to see what his sister was wearing or wasn't wearing. He hoped she was wearing her nightgown without her robe.

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As if a pin burst his hope and deflated his sexual fantasy, when he came downstairs and walked in the living room, he was disappointed as soon as he saw his sister. Instead of her wearing her short, low cut, sheer, nearly see-through, sexy nightgown without a robe, Jennifer was wearing a button blouse and a short skirt. Her uniform of choice, when she wasn't wearing a low cut top with her short skirt, she wore tight jeans and a top.

He wondered what style and color bra she was wearing. He wondered what style and color panties she was wearing. With him overhearing her cell phone conversations to her girlfriends about them having gone out without wearing panties before, he wondered if she was even wearing panties now.

'Glad that she was, his sister was such a whore,' he thought.

She looked as if she was dressed to go out on a date. Not a total loss, he preferred her wearing a short skirt to her wearing tight jeans. Nonetheless, now he was preoccupied with and wanting to know if she was wearing panties beneath her short skirt.

Their mother was the keeper of his sister's non-existent morals and easy virtue. With her not around to keep a wary eye on him now, maybe he could finally see an up skirt view of his sister's panties or naked pussy. Thinking about her legs spread open wide with her feet wiggling in the air, he wondered about unmercifully tickling his sister. He imagined her with her skirt rising higher with her laughter. He imagined her inadvertently showing him her panty clad ass and pussy or, if she wasn't wearing panties, her naked ass and pussy.

'Wow,' he could only imagine his sister with her skirt nearly up to her waist while rolling around the floor laughing.

When not staring at her big breasts while imagining touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and sucking them, he stared at her full, red lips while imagining her blowing him. He imagined her staring up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes while sucking his cock. Obviously running in the family, just as his mother and grandmother had big tits and full, red lips, so didn't his sister.

He'd love nothing more than to stick his hard, hairy cock in his sister's mouth while fondling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. In the same way he'd love to have his sister blow him and cum in her mouth, he'd love to have his mother suck his cock and cum in her mouth too. Now, suddenly, out of the clear blue, three generations of whores and cocksuckers, he thought about his grandmother giving him a blowjob too.

"You're home late," she said looking up at the clock.

He looked at his sister sitting on the couch with her hand over her knees to deny him an inadvertent flash of her panties. With her acting too modestly moral, he knew her better than that. Just as his mother was a whore, his sister was a whore too.

"Why are you home? You're never home. You're always out on dates," he said making quotation marks with his fingers of both of his hands when he said the word dates. "Did the drugstore run out of condoms?"

She gave him a cold, hard stare before blurting out her contempt of him.

"Fuck you," she said giving him a mean look before giving him a smile.

She got his joke. She had a fun sense of humor. Instead of being mad, she laughed. His sister was so pretty but when she smiled in the way she just did; she was even prettier.

"Sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up by getting you to smile. You're so much prettier when you smile," he said paying his sister a rare compliment.

He always thought of his compliments in regards to his sister but seldom verbalized them. Whenever he thought about complimenting his sister, he couldn't possibly verbalize the inappropriate sexual things that flooded his mind.

'God, my sister has such big tits. Jesus, my sister has such a nice ass. I'd love to spread her long, shapely legs and eat her pussy. I'd loved to tap that ass. She looks so hot in that tight, skimpy outfit. Damn, I can see her nipple through her blouse. Like mother like daughter, she has such big nipples.'

By the looks she gave him, she was always suspicious of his motives whenever he complimented her so he seldom did. With him never complimenting her unless he wanted something, she made a face.

"I can't help it if I'm popular," she said with a sexy laugh while tossing back her long, lush, brown, hair with a flip of her head.

As if she was getting ready to blow one of her many boyfriends or hopefully him by moving her hair out of the way, he loved it when his sister flipped back her hair in that sexy way. With him thwarted from seeing her panties or her pussy, he stared at the big impressions her breasts made in her blouse. Not that his sister needed a padded bra, she didn't, but with most bras sold today padded, he was unable to see the impressions his sister's nipples would have made through her bra and blouse. Not even giving him a glimpse of her cleavage, but for one unbuttoned button, her blouse was buttoned nearly all the way to her neck.

"So why are you home?"

She made a sour face and rolled her eyes.

"My date cancelled at the last minute. We were supposed to see a movie. He has the flu," she said. "Well, now that you're home, I'm going to bed," she said standing without parting her knees as if her knees were cemented together. "It's late and I'm tired."

He was touched that his sister waited up for him to make sure he got home safe.

"Thanks for waiting up for me," he said.

Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her while thinking about offering his sister money to strip herself naked and have sex with him. He'd love nothing more to see his sister naked with a hundred-dollar bill placed on each of her nipples and another one placed on her pussy. She gave him a dirty look in response to his thanks for waiting up for him.

"I wasn't waiting up for you. I was on the phone and then I was watching a movie," she said. "Goodnight," she said.

Even though she was such a bitch, he still stared at the sexy shape her ass made in her skirt as she climbed the stairs. If judging her body by her breasts, by all the wet T-shirt contests she had won during Spring Break, not only did his sister have beautiful breasts, breasts that he had yet to see, she had a beautiful body too. The perfect package with a very pretty face, big tits, and a shapely ass, she had long, sexy, shapely legs too.

With him being the incorrigible pervert that he was, he was tempted to run up the stairs behind her and squat down on the stairs for an up skirt peek to see if she was wearing panties. Only, not wanting to be a total degenerate and not wanting to ruin his chances with her, he'd save his incestuous lust for a little later when confronting her with money. He turned off the television, turned down the heat, and turned off the lights.

To be continued...

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