Haunting of Palmer Mansion Pt. 20

Brittney worked him with a short, energetic back and forth motion for about twenty minutes. "Mmmmppphhhhhh." She wanted his cum. It was the first time in her eighteen years that she wanted a man's cum.

"Where ... do you want it ... Brit?"

"Uuuuuppppphhhhhhh." She worked him even harder, the head of his dick just pushing at the back of her mouth. She'd never swallowed for Ted, or the other two boys she'd blown before. But she wanted to put her brother's seed in her stomach.

"Okay ... here ... goes ..." Daniel tightened his grip in his hair and tried not to force himself down her tiny throat. His hips shook and with a series of soft grunts, he let loose in his sister's mouth.

"Aaaaaccckkkkkkkkk." Brittney was not ready for the river of cum that came shooting out. She couldn't swallow any of it. It filled up her mouth, puffing out her cheeks, and then exploded past her lips, dripping onto her new boobs, thighs, and the floor. She pulled her mouth off, sure he was done, but Daniel fired again and again, plastering her face and hair with cum. When he was done, she reached around on the floor, looking for something to wipe the semen out of her eyes. "Some help, Danny?" She finally swallowed the remaining salty stuff in her mouth, and gave a little shiver of pleasure. It was good.

"Sorry." Daniel pulled his top sheet off the bed and handed it to her. "Here you go."

"Thanks." She wiped herself off. "That was a lot more than any guy I've been with." She opened her eyes. "And you're still hard."

"Die hard, right?" Daniel smiled.

"Yippee-ki-yay motherfucker." Brittney laughed. She stood up and looked him up and down. "So, do we do more stuff, or what? I've never been with anyone that stayed hard after ... you know."

"Do you want to try putting it in?" He watched her as she cocked her hip at him. Her boobs had gone from tight handfuls to bountiful teardrops. And her hips and waist were no longer mostly up and down, they had a nice hourglass curve to them.

"I ... do. It's all so crazy, but I do." She looked back at the door. "What if Dad comes to check on us?"

"I'm sure he's busy in the basement."

"How do you want to do it?" Brittney walked over to the bed, flopped onto her back, and spread her slender legs. She knew how she wanted it. She wanted to watch his cock sink into her.

"That'll work." Daniel got between her legs. He glanced over at the drawer on his bedside table and thought about the promise he'd made his mom. "Should we use a condom?"

"Do you use condoms with Mom?" Brittney looked down at her boobs. They hung to the sides now when she rested on her back. She thought it looked so pretty. She looked farther down at the monster hovering above her pussy.

"No." Daniel rested his cock on her belly, with his balls on her pussy so she could see how far he'd be inside her. "But usually we use her butt."

"No way." She looked up at him, her face pale. "I have no idea how that's possible. I can tell you right now that you're never sticking that thing back there."

"Okay." Daniel held up his hands in surrender. "So, condom?"

"Not this time." Brittney couldn't believe it would fit inside her. Resting on the outside as it was, it went halfway up her belly. "Next time we'll use one. But I want to feel what Mom feels. Just once. Pull out when it's time, okay?"

"Okay." Daniel lined his dick up with her pussy, and nudged the head in. She was incredibly wet, but even so, he met some resistance. Without the deal, Daniel doubted he would have been able to even get the tip in her little opening. But with the deal, it did pop in.

"Oooohhhhhhh." Brittney stared past her boobs at the disappearing cock with intensity. "It's in. You got it in, Danny."

"Still a long way to go." He inched it further. She was so tight.

"I can't believe I'm watching that big thing go inside me. How does it fit?"

"It's the deal, Brit." He slid it further, and his balls slapped up against her ass.

"I ... love ... the deal ... uuuuuuuggggghhhhhh." Her hips rocked and she came for the first time with a man inside her. Her pretty, upturned nose wrinkled as she grunted with pleasure.

"You like watching it?" Daniel could see it was going to be hard for her to hold her head up, but she wanted to see what was happening to her pussy. So, he waited for her orgasm to pass, grabbed a pillow, and put it behind her head. "Now hold on, I'm going to really pound you now."

"Okay," Brittney squeaked. She grabbed the bedsheet on either side of her hips and opened her legs wider. Nothing could prepare Brittney for the onslaught that followed. There was just so much cock, and it kept disappearing into her. And to make it even more obscene, she could see it poking at her belly from the inside, like an alien in one of her beloved sci-fi movies. Her brother pummeled her for more than an hour, and Brittney loved every second of it. She came again and again, sometimes one on top of the other. Her tits almost hit her in the face they were bouncing so wildly. She said almost nothing during this time except for the occasional, "I'm cumming ... again ..." or "So ... big ..."

Eventually, Daniel was ready. "I'm gonna ... cum ... Brit." He stopped his thrusting and moved back to withdraw from her.

"No." Brittney reached around to his little butt with both hands and pulled as hard as she could, her thin arms and shoulders flexing to hold him inside. "Do ... you ... cum ... in Mom's pussy?"

"Some ... uh ... sometimes ..."

"Do ... me ... too." In her fevered brain, it was worth the risk. She wanted to feel what it was like to take all of her brother. She was on the verge of another orgasm. Was it her eighth, ninth? She didn't know.

"Okay." The back of Daniel's mind flashed warning lights at him, but rational thought wasn't going to win the day. His hips went back to long, smashing strokes that drove his sister's butt deep into the mattress on every down-thrust. A minute later, he lost his rhythm, and let out a series of soft grunts. "Cuuuuummmmmminnnnnnnngggggggggg." He poured everything he had inside her.

Brittney screamed out her own orgasm along with her brother. The feeling of his hot stuff inside her was too much.

More than five minutes passed before either of them spoke. Daniel lay on his sister, his head resting next to her right ear. They breathed in unison, still panting a little from the exertion and the high.

"Are you on the pill?" Daniel whispered into her ear. When his sister shook her head, he felt his balls contract a little. "It's probably okay."

Brittney nodded. "Yeah, probably." She ran her hands up his smooth back. "Merry Diehardimas, Danny."

"Merry Diehardimas, Brit." Daniel's hips rocked a little. He was still so hard.

"Again?" Brittney whispered.

"Why not." Daniel dumped two more loads in his sister that night.

When Brittney finally got up to go take a shower and get to bed, she found herself waddling like she'd ridden a horse all day. They would use a condom next time, she told herself. Oh, God, there would be a next time. She couldn't wait.

~~

The far-backseat of the minivan was all Khadra's. The two middle backseats were piled with suitcases. Up front, Penelope snored in the passenger seat. Julie, with her hands on the wheel, and her eyes on the open road, bounced her head to loud 90s pop music that blasted on the car's speakers. Khadra felt protected to have these Anderson women so close, but it was also nice to have her own space. She kicked her feet up on the seat to relax a little and bumped something to the floor. She reached down to pick the thing up, and her hand closed around a familiar girth.

Allah preserve her, that damned massive dildo had followed her on her car trip. Khadra brought it to her lap and inspected it. Her stomach turned over as she felt the familiar ridges of the veins, and the spongy flexibility of the silicone. Khadra lifted her head a little to peer over the seat in front of her, Julie still danced away as she drove, and Penelope slept. Khadra slouched back down in her seat, mostly hidden from the women up front. Her hands trembled as she held the pitch-black thing to her large bosom.

Did she dare? It had been more than a week since she'd had the thing between her legs, and her vagina soaked itself in anticipation of its return. The thought of her mortification if the other women caught her kept the dildo above her dress for more than ten minutes. But as one catchy pop song changed to the next, Khadra knew she wasn't going to be able to resist.

The last thought she had before slipping the monster under her dress, was that she could at least wait until she had a private moment back at the mansion. But, apparently, she couldn't. Khadra spread her legs, moved her panties to the side, and inserted the phallus. She grunted with familiar pleasure as the thing greedily stretched her out. Julie loved loud music, thank Allah.

Over the next half hour, Khadra pumped her vagina to three remarkable orgasms. She had to bite down on her hijab so that she wouldn't alert the ladies to her activities. When she was finally satisfied, she pulled over her purse and hid the dildo at the bottom under the extra hijab she carried around with her.

"Do you smell something odd, Khadra?" Julie turned down the music and spoke over her shoulder. "It's really familiar, but I can't quite place it. I wonder if we're driving by something."

If Khadra could blush, she would have turned bright red. Khadra knew that Julie smelled her excited vagina. "I don't smell anything." Khadra pulled down her dress and pretended like she was resting back there.

"Oh, well. It doesn't smell bad, I guess. Sorta reminds me of my daughter for some reason." Julie turned the music back up and went back to nodding her head to the beat. Penelope continued to snore in the seat beside her. Khadra lay down and let the blissful post-orgasm electricity sooth her nerves.

~~

They were a couple hours from home when Penelope woke from her nap. She stretched and looked in the backseat, but couldn't see Khadra. The poor woman was probably asleep. Penelope had been unsure about bringing her with them, but the little, dark woman had been such an excellent helper as they moved Penelope's mom home from the hospital. Penelope looked over at Julie in the driver's seat. Her mother-in-law bopped her head to the music, her tits shaking behind her bra, dress, and seatbelt. Penelope could see a round curve to Julie's belly that hadn't been there before.

"Julie?" Penelope turned down the music. "Julie, I want to talk to you about something." Penelope looked in the back again, and thought she could hear Khadra softly snoring.

"What is it, sweetie?" Julie glanced at Penelope, and then gazed back out at the open road.

"I'm pregnant," Penelope blurted out. She wasn't sure why she would tell her mother-in-law before her husband, but something about Julie's swelling belly made her want to confide.

"My first grandchild." Julie smiled. Of course, Julie already knew about the pregnancy and knew it wasn't Brad's baby. But she was happy to pretend. It was pretty much the same DNA, anyway. Who would know the difference? "You and Brad must be so happy."

"I haven't told him yet." Penelope blushed. How much was she going to tell Julie? Surely not that she'd been fucking both of Julie's sons.

"Oh, really?" Julie nodded thoughtfully. "Well, in that case, you might as well be the first to know my good news. I'm pregnant, too."

"I know." Penelope looked down at Julie's stomach. "I mean, you're starting to show. I guessed." Penelope, of course, knew that their babies had the same father, but she wasn't going to tell Julie that she knew her mother-in-law had succumbed to the same giant dick that she had. "So, you haven't told George?"

"Not yet." Julie scrunched her face up in an exaggerated frown. "I expect he'll be grumpy about it. He only wanted three children. And, well, babies do get harder later in life."

"Did you tell, Danny?"

"Well, that's an odd question." Julie narrowed her eyes and looked over at Penelope. How much did this woman know? "Why would I tell my youngest son but not my husband?"

"I ... um ... just meant that ..." Penelope looked out the passenger window at the passing cornfields. "How about we announce both our pregnancies after dinner tonight? It'll be something extra to celebrate on Christmas Eve. The Anderson family expanding."

"Sure." Julie nodded. "That sounds like a nice surprise. I guess I can't really hide it anymore." Julie looked down at her belly. She really was beginning to show. Her own grandchild was in there. Heck, two of her grandchildren were riding inside their mothers in that very car.

Little did Julie know, she actually had three grandchildren growing inside their mothers in that minivan at that moment.

~~

After a nice family dinner, everyone gathered in the main living room to decorate the tree. With the room's high ceilings, George had been able to fit in a tall, majestic spruce. A roaring fire warmed the room, and cast cheerful warm light onto the assembled group.

"I thought the chimney was broken, how'd you get the fire going, George?" Julie kissed her husband on the cheek.

"I guess the inspector was wrong. But I didn't light it. I thought you did." George pulled a red globe out of their decoration box and hunted for the perfect spot on the tree to hang it.

"Is this your first time decorating a tree?" Penelope asked Khadra as she sat down on the couch next to Julie. The warmth of the fire felt so good.

"Yes." Khadra smiled, adjusted her hijab, and pulled an oval ornament with glittering snowflakes from the box. "It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yes," Daniel said. He sat on the hearth, hip to hip with his sister.

"It is." Brittney said and laughed. The eighteen-year-old twins giggled. Daniel put his phone next to him on the hearth, and turned on some instrumental Christmas music. The thin, reedy sounds filled the cavernous room.

"If we could have your attention." Julie put her arm around Penelope's shoulders. "Brad? You'll want to hear this. That can wait a minute."

Brad looked down from the ladder where he was trying to hang the highest ornaments. He always wanted to outdo his family.

"We have joyous news." Julie smiled and looked at Penelope.

"We're pregnant," Julie and Penelope said together.

George dropped his ornament on the ground where it bounced and rolled away. Not one of the antiques, thankfully. He stared with wide eyes at his wife.

"What now?" Brad looked down from the ladder with confusion.

"Um ... you both are?" Daniel's face drained turned ashen.

Brittney studied her brother, reached down between them, and squeezed his hand. She knew what he was thinking.

Khadra beamed. This was good news, was it not?

The reedy Christmas music played as everyone processed the information.

"Um ... well ... I suppose this is a Christmas miracle." George tried to smile. "God has blessed us with two new Andersons." He walked over to his wife, dropped to a knee and looked her in the eyes. "Are you happy?"

"Very much." Julie's warm smile spread. He'd taken it better than she'd expected.

"Well, shit." Brad's ladder teetered as he lost his balance, fortunately Khadra stepped over to steady him. "You forgot your pills, Pen. I knew this would happen."

"Bradly, this is a time for joy." George looked up at his son with a threatening stare. "You're going to be a father."

"Sorry." Brad looked at his wife. "Yay." For some reason, his wife was looking at his brother. That annoyed Brad.

Brittney leaned her lips up to Daniel's ear. "What did you do?" She whispered so only he could hear.

Daniel squeezed her hand in response, stood, and pulled a pink globe from the decoration box. "This is a special Christmas. Let's make this the best tree ever."

The music played, conversations restarted, and cheer seemed to win the day in the room. As Daniel performed the familiar Christmas ritual, he listened for the tick tock of the ubiquitous clock. But instead, he thought he heard distant, stalking footsteps. He didn't think it was Santa. The news about the babies had changed something in the house. He was glad for the company. And glad his partners, Eloise and Day Star, were somewhere watching out for him and his progeny.