Her New Family

"Eloise, is this...is this incest?" She asked feebly.

Eloise stopped for a moment to think about that. "I don't know. I don't think so, but maybe some might consider it. It doesn't matter though. Nobody needs to know that we're doing this. Besides...it feels too good, doesn't it? Now, get on the bed."

When Genevieve climbed back onto the bed, Eloise followed after her and gently eased her legs open, revealing her plump little pussy. Eloise could see that she was getting a little hot down there, and she could certainly see that what she was doing was getting her wet. "What are you gonna do?" Genevieve asked as she watched Eloise position herself so their legs were interlocked. Suddenly, Eloise shifted forward, pressing her pussy against Genevieve's. "Oh! O-oh..." She gasped, but that gasp suddenly turned into a soft moan as Eloise began to grind on her.

Eloise giggled as she wrapped her arms around Genevieve's body and pulled her close. "Oh, Ginny...your pussy feels so good...mmmm...do you like this? Do you like it when I grind on you like that?"

Genevieve nodded with a whimper as Eloise began to grind against her harder, the lips of their pussies rubbing together tightly. Both the girls were now slick and wet as they rubbed against each other.

"Ooh~ Oh my god...Oh god, it feels so good...Ooh~ Aah~" Genevieve couldn't help but moan as her sister rubbed against her clit. Her face had gone completely flush and her body seemed to become hotter. Her heart was beating faster, her breathing coming out shaky and broken.

"I know...I know...it feels good for me too." Eloise murmured as she reached down and placed her hand on Genevieve's thigh to keep her legs as far apart as possible. Eloise's lips parted in a moan as she watched Genevieve's body move against. "Mmmh...yes...oh, Ginny...Mmmh...oh your pussy is so wet...ooh~" She shifted forward, keeping the rubbing motion going as she reached around with her free hand and stroked Genevieve's blonde hair. "Mmmh...do you like it? It feels good, huh?" She asked as she licked her lips and glanced down to watch as their pussies rubbed together.

"Yes...Oh yes...Oh, it feels so good...oh my god, Eloise...you're moaning..." Genevieve said through heavy pants as her eyes moved up and down Eloise's body.

Eloise couldn't help but smile. "I know. You are too." She said. She breathed out a sigh of pleasure, being able to hear the faint sound of their pussies rubbing together. They both began to moan louder with heavy pants. Eloise wondered if her parents could hear them, but the walls were thick. Besides, her parents would only encourage her to love on her sister.

The both of them soon stopped talking as they simply fell into a pleasant sex-daze, now simply focusing on grinding against each other and feeling each other's hot, wet pussies pressed together. They might have been making a mess on the sheets, but that was an easy fix, and they were too busy feeling up on each other to care.

As Genevieve continued to let Eloise grind on her, she felt a sudden heated pressure building up inside her and her eyes shut, arms wrapped around and holding tightly to her sister. Eloise licked her lips as she listened to Genevieve's soft moans. "Mmmh...Ginny...you're gonna cum, aren't you?" She murmured. Genevieve nodded with a whimper as she desperately pressed herself tighter against the other girl, feeling the release rapidly coming up on her. "Mmm...good...me too..."

Their moans seemed to linger together as they held onto each other and continued to grind against one another. Neither of them could utter another word as all they were focusing on was trying to cum. Genevieve's orgasm hit her hard and sudden, causing her to tense and cry out in her pleasure. She'd never had an orgasm from someone else before, but it was intense, and it rocked through her body like fireworks. Eloise wasn't far behind as she kept rubbing on Genevieve, and once hers finally hit, they were both left to hold onto each other and do their best to muffle their moans. Their pussies were slick with cum, and when Eloise pulled away, strands of slick juice kept them connected.

With a sigh of relief, Eloise adjusted Genevieve's hair and eased her down onto her back so she could lie on top of her. "Mmm...there. How do you feel, Ginny?" She asks.

"Good. Oh god, I feel so good..." Genevieve admitted through heavy pants. She could feel the mix of cum on her inner thighs and how it dripped down her pussy, and she allowed herself to relax into the bed while Eloise lay on top of her, their breasts pressed together and legs entangled.

"See? It feels good. We can do this as often as we want. We can touch each other in bed at night, and we can spend time in the hot tub, and we could even shower together. We can do anything that we want. No judgment. Just our secret, sis." Eloise murmured gently as she brushed the back of her hand along Genevieve's cheek. She then got up with a stretch and ran her fingers through her dark locks. "Now, let's clean up and get dressed."

After that, the girls had spent a little extra time together, and Mark and Lydia had begun to notice whenever they'd disappear. The girls would mostly spend their time together at night after all the lights in the house had been shut off. Genevieve would make her way into Eloise's room and they'd touch each other underneath the covers. Sometimes they'd kiss each other on the lips, sometimes they'd pleasure each other, and sometimes they'd simply lie naked with one another and get close. Genevieve felt most comfortable with Eloise, although she had a feeling that maybe Mr. and Mrs. L'Ovette would try to get her into bed with them one day. She wasn't sure about the idea of that, although now that she was aware of the family's...activities, she wondered if they'd try to seduce her. She was, by law, their daughter now.

One evening, Genevieve had just returned from doing some school shopping when she walked into the large foyer of the house. As she made her way inside, she stopped, hearing quiet whimpers and heavy breathing from the living room. She recognized these moans to belong to Eloise, and she couldn't help but just be a little bit curious. As she peeked through the archway that led into the living room, her face suddenly flushed when she saw Eloise straddling her father's lap. Of course, she wasn't surprised as she was the first time she had accidentally caught them, but it was still strange to watch. This time, they seemed to be going slow. Mr. L'Ovette sat leaning back against the large sofa while Eloise straddled his lap, her head rested against the crook of his neck and her hands placed on his broad chest. Both of them were still clothed, but Genevieve could see that his cock was out and deep inside his daughter whose skirt was lifted and panties pulled to the side.

As Eloise rested against him, Mr. L'Ovette gently pressed his strong hands against her back while he slowly thrust his cock up inside of her, drawing quiet gasps from her lips.

Genevieve knew better than to spy, but she couldn't help but linger as she watched from just around the corner. He didn't seem to be thrusting hard or fast, but he was so deep that his large balls pressed against Eloise's ass. The sight made Genevieve a little hot. It just seemed so...sensual. Everything they were doing was slow and steady, but they looked to be in such a deep state of euphoria. Mr. L'Ovette's eyes were closed as he held his daughter against his body. She seemed to fit so perfectly on him like that, and as his cock slowly moved in and out of her pussy, juices leaked and dripped.

Genevieve clenched her thighs together as she listened to their heavy breathing. She watched as Mr. L'Ovette suddenly tensed and parted his lips in a silent groan, and then relaxed into the sofa with a deep sigh. Eloise gripped onto his dress shirt and slightly squirmed on his cock. "Oh...Dad, I can feel it." She whimpered.

Genevieve suddenly blushed, realizing that he had just cum inside his daughter. She knew that they would be finished soon, and she didn't want to be caught watching them, so she made her way upstairs.

Genevieve wanted to go to her bedroom and calm herself down a little, but her plans were interrupted when she met Lydia on the landing. The woman smiled towards her and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Genevieve! Ah, I was wondering when you were coming home. Listen, darling, I've been thinking...you're mine now, and well...Eloise and I spend a lot of time together. I was wondering...how about we spend a little time together as well?"

Genevieve immediately had a funny feeling about this, especially since she knew what Eloise and her father did together, but she was still curious. Perhaps it was something completely innocent. "Of course, Mrs. L'Ovette. What did you have in mind?" She asked.

Lydia smiled as she began to guide her towards the master bedroom. Genevieve was confused, but she still walked. "Umm...why are we going into your bedroom, Mrs. L'Ovette?" She asked as she folded her arms and glanced behind her toward Lydia.

The woman only smiled as she gently rubbed Genevieve's shoulders. "Well, Eloise and I always like to have little spa days. I'd paint her nails and brush her hair and give her massages in the bath, and the master bathroom is the biggest bathroom of course, so...I figured that perhaps you'd like that."

Genevieve was quiet for a moment. She had a feeling of where this might be going, but for some reason...she couldn't find it in herself to say no. To be completely and utterly honest with herself, she was curious. Was Lydia trying to bond with her, or did she simply want an excuse to touch her? Genevieve suspected the latter, but...she just couldn't turn away. It wasn't like she was attracted to Lydia. No. She wasn't attracted to any of them, but the nights that she had spent alone with her sister had been so good; perhaps Lydia would be better. How could she possibly think this way? She was letting this happen far too easily. She didn't even have any sort of shame or remorse for what she had been doing with Eloise, and the brutal truth was that she had gotten a little hot and flustered when she watched Eloise with her father just a minute ago.

Genevieve hadn't even realized that she had been guided into the master bedroom until her head snapped back into reality when she heard the bathroom door shut. She turned her head and watched as Mrs. L'Ovette knelt and turned on the water to the large bathtub. As Genevieve watched her, Lydia poured some oils and bath bombs into the water, as well as light some scented candles and dimmed the lights in the bathroom. The bathroom itself was nice, and just by being here for only a minute so far, Genevieve was already starting to feel incredibly relaxed.

"Genevieve, take off your clothes," Lydia instructed.

Genevieve hesitated, but she still obeyed. "Yes, ma'am..." She murmured softly. As Lydia searched through the bathroom cabinets, Genevieve slowly pulled off her shirt, and then her skirt, and then she proceeded to unhook her bra, and finally, her panties came off. She felt exposed in front of the woman, but Mrs. L'Ovette only smiled as she came close to the girl.

"Dear, no need to be shy in front of me." Lyda placed her hands on Genevieve's and gently eased them down, preventing her from covering her chest. "Come now. Let's get you into the bath, yes?" Genevieve was soon led to the large tub, and she climbed in per Mrs. L'Ovette's request. The water was warm and inviting, and it seemed to make Genevieve's nerves nearly disappear. As she settled into the back, Lydia's hands brushed against her shoulders and guided her to lean back. "How do you feel, dear? Shy?"

"Ummm...no, not anymore. The water feels nice." Genevieve spoke quietly as she watched Lydia kneel down by the bath.

"Good, good. Now just relax. We can talk if you'd like. Eloise and I always spend our little spa

days during the weekends, although lately she's been a little busy with her school things. No bother though. Now I have you. So..." Mrs. L'Ovette gently reached over and began to stroke Genevieve's blonde hair. It felt good, especially when Mrs. L'Ovette began to massage her shoulders.

Genevieve sighed as she sank into the water. Her mother's touch was very gentle and very pleasurable, she had to admit. Lydia watched as her thighs seemed to clench together. "Genevieve...are you horny?"

With a gasp, Genevieve nervously adjusted her legs so it wouldn't look as if she were clenching her thighs together.

She felt as her face burned red with embarrassment as she lowered her gaze and kept it trained on the water. Was it bad that she was feeling just a little bit antsy? Was Lydia going to get mad at her?

It didn't even seem as though Genevieve needed to ask that question, as Lydia simply laughed softly while she brushed her fingers through her soft hair. "It's alright, darling. No need to be ashamed. It's normal. And you especially don't need to be ashamed of that in this house." The woman says.

Genevieve simply nodded as she kept her gaze lowered. She was beginning to relax now. Her mother's touch felt nice, and she honestly wasn't as nervous or ashamed as she thought she would be in this type of situation. Perhaps Lydia just had that charm about her.

Lydia stood for a moment and moved over to the other side of the bathtub. "You know, I know what you and Eloise have been doing at night, Genevieve." She spoke.

Genevieve felt herself sink into the water. "O-oh...I-I'm sorry, I didn't think—"

"Now, if you're afraid that we've been hearing you girls, don't worry. This house has thick walls, I haven't heard a single thing. I only know whenever you and Eloise have been playing together because you always seem to get a certain look about you...a nice little glow, I should say." Lydia paused for a moment, reaching over as she pressed a button that would turn on the strong jets of the bathtub.

Genevieve flinched as she suddenly felt the strong currents beating on her skin. It felt incredibly relaxing, although...one of those streams were hitting her directly on her pussy. She had never felt such pressure there before, and she found that she needed to bite her tongue to keep from making any noise from such intense stimulation.

"Something wrong, dear?" Mrs. L'Ovette asked as she made her way back to where she previously was and continued to play with Genevieve's hair.

Genevieve breathed in a shaky breath. "N-no, ma'am..." She murmured quietly. Lydia must've been doing this on purpose. She knew that Genevieve was in the perfect position for the current to hit her right where she was most sensitive, and she took complete advantage of that.

It felt good. It felt so good, and Genevieve practically melted in the water while her toes curled. She had never felt such stimulation before. Eloise had pleasured her with her fingers, but this was something on a completely higher level. It was constant. Intense. Nonstop. She didn't even need to move; the water managed to hit her right where she needed it, right on her clit, and the pressure was enough to make her shake ever so slightly, but she kept from doing so. She was nervous about Lydia seeing her so flustered.

Although it seemed that Lydia didn't mind at all.

The woman leaned forward and gently brushed her soft hands along Genevieve's shoulders. "The water's hitting you on your clit, isn't it, Genevieve?" She asked in a quiet murmur.

Genevieve let out a quiet whimper as she nodded. "Y-Yes..."

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes..."

Genevieve suddenly felt Mrs. L'Ovette press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, and her breath seemed to quicken. The intensity of the jet seemed to cause the pleasure to pulsate throughout her body, while with Eloise, it would've simply remained around her sex.

When the woman's hands reached around and caressed Genevieve's sensitive breasts, Genevieve sucked in a sharp breath to keep from making any noises. She was too ashamed to make such noises in front of her mother, but Lydia seemed understanding.

"It's alright, dear. No need to be tense. I simply want to help you relax, that's all. Relax..." Mrs. L'Ovette's voice had fallen to a whisper. Her lips were gently brushing along the skin of her daughter's neck. Her hands reached further down and slowly massaged Genevieve's body. Genevieve herself felt as if she were falling into a completely new state of pleasure that she'd never felt before.

"Mmmmh...oh...oooh~..." Genevieve whimpered softly. Her mother's hands felt incredible as they massaged and rubbed into her body. Her toes curled, back arching slightly as she relaxed against the edge of the tub. Her face had gone red from arousal, her skin had gone hot, and it seemed that every single nerve in her body had somehow become more sensitive. Mrs. L'Ovette's hands felt like fireworks on her skin while they rubbed along her thighs.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Ginny? Do you like it when I touch your body, sweetheart?" Lydia murmured quietly while her hands snaked up to gently massage Genevieve's breasts.

All Genevieve could do was nod while her body completely and utterly shut down under Mrs. L'Ovette's touch. Her mind had gone hazy, her skin tingly, the pleasure wracking every single nerve. It felt incredible.

Her breaths came out shaky and broken, her chest slowly rising up and down. Her eyes closed as she let Mrs. L'Ovette touch her. Somehow, she found it incredibly arousing to let this woman watch as the euphoria wracked through her body. She trusted and looked up to this woman more than anyone else in the world, and in return, she'd be glad to allow herself to be watched when Lydia wanted to watch her.

Soon, Genevieve's body began to tense. The pleasure from the water current was constant, unstopping. Her muscles tensed, her breathing broken and shaky, her skin flushed and heated. She let out a small whimper when she felt the pressure begin to grow down there.

Mrs. L'Ovette gently ran her hands along Genevieve's shoulders and brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Are you going to cum, dear?" She asked quietly as her fingertips massaged into Genevieve's skin. Even that touch sent electrical sparks throughout Genevieve's body.

The girl nodded shyly as her face burned red, but Lydia's hands touched her with encouragement. "It's alright, dear. Go ahead." Lydia whispered to her.

Genevieve whimpered again as her body seemed to completely fall apart with the pleasure. She felt that build-up coming, and it was coming fast. She had never felt such a slow, yet rapid oncoming of an orgasm. It almost seemed as if the jolts of pleasure stopped flowing through her body and decided to stay in one spot, only to get stronger, and stronger, like a kinked hose building up water pressure.

She felt it on her clit, in her legs, deep down in her core, and once that orgasm finally hit her, everyone released and shot throughout every single nerve in her body. She felt the tingles in her arms, her legs, down her back, the high traveling up into her head.

With a moan, she writhed and arched her back, nearly losing control as her orgasm nearly had her shaking. "Ooh god...Ooh~ Aaha~...Oh...Momma...Momma..." She whimpered. She gasped to catch her breath, slowly beginning to calm down. Such a strong high left her a little dazed and relaxed; it was the best thing she's ever felt in her life. Not even during her nights with Eloise had she ever felt anything so strong. And if she weren't in the bath right now, she knew that her pussy would be soaking.

"Good girl," Lydia laughed softly as she gently ran her fingers through Genevieve's' hair. "But...what was that I heard? 'Momma'?" She asked.

Genevieve suddenly tensed. Did she say 'Momma'? She didn't even realize it when it came out of her mouth. "O-oh...I-I didn't...oh, god, I'm sorry, Mrs. L'Ovette, I-I didn't mean to—"