Incestuous Harem's Passion Ch. 16

"Thank you so much," I said. I darted in and kissed her on the lips.

She gave me a reassuring smile.

That done, I pulled out the burner phone from my pocket. I sent a quick text to the phone number programmed in there: Clint Elliston and his family are about to be arrested for incest. Will be brought to Yolo County Jail for booking within the hour.

My blood ran cold as I sent that message to a certain reporter. I thrust the phone into the trashcan at the end of the driveway and headed home to wait for the police to come for me. Inside, I sat down on the couch, closed my eyes, and drew in deep breaths.

I hoped this wasn't the end. I didn't want to give this up. I loved our family. Why couldn't the world understand how amazing incest was. That it wasn't wrong. We were all consenting human beings who loved each other.

It was time to show the world that.

I stared at the wall. My fingers rubbed at my smock. Then I played with my pigtails. The clock on the mantle ticked by the seconds. The sounds echoed through the empty house. My stomach grew heavier and heavier.

The cars pulled up outside. Heavy footsteps. The loud pounding on the door. "Sacramento P.D., open up!"

* * *

Clinton "Clint" Elliston II

The patrol car pulled up to the Yolo County Jail to be greeted by the cameras. Three of my women had contacted reporters for three different papers, all using burner phones. I squirmed my shoulders, my hands cuffed behind me.

The police arrived an hour after I'd been tipped. They'd swept into the law office, shouting. Elisabet had argued with them. She'd mocked their warrant, but in the end, she couldn't stop them from arresting me. They'd cuffed me and walked me out.

Just like they did now.

The burly police officer who drove me, an older man with a gray mustache and a bit of a gut, hauled me out of the backseat. The cameras flashed. Reporters called out questions as they mobbed around me.

"Clint Elliston, you've been accused of incest," a reporter shouted. "Is it true?"

"I'm only guilty of loving those important to me," I said, glancing at the cameras, saying the words that I had memorized and prepared. "You'll see. We have done nothing wrong. What we have done is right and beautiful. And we're going to prove it. My family is going to be found innocent!"

The tide of questions washed over me, but there was no more time to answer them. I was being taken into the jail. The door opened and closed, shutting out the reporters. I was booked. My fingerprints taken, mugshots taken. Throughout the process, I spotted my women. Melody and Pam. Alicia and Leann. Zoey. Even Stefani was arrested. Our mothers, too. My entire harem swept up. I didn't know what evidence they had on us; it didn't matter.

I would get the world to accept incest was right.

I wasn't worried about us, but our children. Would they be pulled into the nightmare of the foster care system? I didn't know. My heart hammered in my chest as our lawyers arrived, led by Elisabet Reenburg.

We had our team already assembled. Criminal law experts who believed in the mission. We were going to go to trial and prove to a jury that what we were doing might be technically illegal, but only because the law was unjust.

I had faith in the people of California. Incest was spreading. People were accepting it more and more. I had communications from fans saying my interviews opened them up to love their family members. Now I had an even bigger platform.

This trial would be watched across the nation. The world.

They brought me to an interrogation room. Elisabet Reenburg sat down beside me, her eyes fierce. She was ready to do battle. The war had begun. Across from us sat two detectives, an older man, hair graying, the shadow of whiskers clinging to his cheeks and chin. The other was young. Surprisingly young. Brown hair. Intense, hazel eyes.

"We just want to talk, Mr. Elliston," he said. "Unless we can call you Clint."

"Clint's fine," I said.

He nodded. "Now, before we begin, we have to Mirandize you. You're a lawyer, so you know we got to cover our asses." He smiled at me like we were friends. "So here's the paperwork. You can read along with me."

The interrogation had begun. I had my strategy fixed. I just hoped my women would hold up. I had embroiled them in this mess. I just hoped that they didn't hate me when this was done. The next few months, few years, would be hell.

We were about to put our fates into the hands of twelve strangers.

* * *

Elmer Bennett

My daughter slipped out of the bathroom, a jaunt to her step. I didn't know what weird phase she was going through, but she was changing her panties a lot. Must be a girl thing. Either way, I knew there was a fresh pair of her panties in there.

Warm. Wet. Wreathed with her scent.

It had become an obsession of mine for nearly the last two years. I couldn't help it. Clint Elliston's interview about making incest legalized followed by catching my daughter masturbating had awakened something inside of me. This ravenous beast.

It was all I could do to keep him leashed up.

The panties were the best I could do. I closed the bathroom door, locked it, and went for the hamper. I opened it up and pulled out my daughter's newest pair. It was the lilac thong with the bow on the front and a T in the back. I brought the part that covered her pussy, barely wider than two of my fingers, to my nose and inhaled.

That wonderful scent of sweet pussy filled my nose. I groaned, my dick going hard in a flash. I inhaled it again and again. It was amazing. A dizzying rush washed through me. My cock throbbed harder and harder.

I unzipped my jeans. I pulled out my cock.

I took a final inhalation, my dick throbbing. I was fresh off a tour at the firehouse. Seventy-two hours away from home. From Candy's panties. I wrapped the dainty fabric around my cock and pumped the cloth up and down my shaft.

My daughter burned in my imagination. I wanted to slide into her pussy. Just once. To feel her tight, barely legal flesh around me. She'd be tighter than her mother. Silky. Hot. I groaned, sliding my hand up and down the naughty underwear, rubbing the satin across the tip of my cock.

I groaned in delight, my daughter's moans in my imagination. I would have such a mig--

The bathroom door opened. I whirled, shocked. I'd thought I locked it. My wife was there and I cursed, struggling to hide what I was doing. My pants fell farther down my legs, bunching around my thighs.

"Rachel, this isn't--"

"You jerking off with our daughter's panties?" Rachel asked. She closed the door behind her. "Mmm, what pair are you using."

"I..."

She came up beside me, between me and the bathtub. "Oh, that pair. Mmm, Candy was so excited when she bought that."

I swallowed.

"Here," she said and, to my shock, my wife hiked up her black skirt and revealed a pair of maroon panties, cut high and with black lace. It, too, had a bow on the front. "That one doesn't have much material to really wrap around your cock."

"What?" I gasped.

My wife hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them off her hips. My eyes widened. Her brown hair swayed about her round face--the same round face as our daughter, their features so close--as she rolled her panties down her thighs. Then she stepped out of them and held them up. They swayed from the tip of her finger.

"Mmm, I've been wearing these all day," she said and held them before my face.

I could smell her sweet musk on them.

"Rachel?"

"You think I haven't noticed the stains on her panties, or how much time you spend in the bathroom after she's been in here." My wife brought her panties down to my cock. She wrapped them about my shaft, covering our daughter's pair. "Mmm, now let's get you off on her panties."

"Rachel," I groaned again, stunned by her sliding her hand up and down my cock. "What..."

She leaned in and whispered, "I've been masturbating with her panties, too. While you're on tour. She doesn't change that often, but I don't mind. I rub them up and down my pussy thinking about you fucking her."

My dick throbbed as she pumped both pairs of panties up and down my dick. The fabric felt different, hers sleeker than our daughter's. The pleasure surged down my shaft as she stroked me. Caressed me.

"You... to our daughter's?" I groaned.

"Yes," my wife cooed. "Mmm, Dr. Elliston has helped me to understand it all. I don't need to be jealous of our daughter trying to seduce you. I can join in the fun."

"With her panties," I groaned. "We can't go further."

"Right," she moaned, stroking faster. "Mmm, you got a mother's and daughter's panties around your cock. Lucky you. You're going to cum hard, aren't you? Just soak our panties in all your seed?"

I nodded, groaning.

"Good," she purred. "Then I'm going to put on our daughter's and feel your jizz on her panties for the rest of the night"

"Damn," I panted, my balls rising already. "That's... Jesus, Rachel."

"I know. Oh, god, I know." She stroked her hand, the panties, up and down my cock faster. She pumped away, massaging the tip in the wonderful silk.

She nuzzled into my ear as she did. She licked it, breathing heavily as she worked her hand up and down my cock. The pleasure spilled down my shaft. My chest rose and fell, stretching out my t-shirt as she panted.

"Just imagine fucking her now," she cooed. "I'm guiding you to her pussy. I'm pressing you against her. Mmm, won't that be amazing when you slide into her? Won't it feel fantastic when her twat is wrapped around your cock."

"Yes," I groaned, closing my eyes.

I pictured my wife placing my cock against Candy's black-furred muff. I pictured her twat just as I saw it that day when she was rubbing herself. The way she whimpered and moaned. How she gasped and groaned. I would ram into her hard and fast. I would fuck her until she came.

And my wife would be beside us, watching. Just like Clint's women did. They shared him. They loved it. And they loved each other. After I came in Candy, then my wife would lick her clean. She would feast on our daughter's pussy.

"Fuck!"

I erupted.

Hard, fast pulses of cum fired from my cock, soaking into the fabric of the panties. I bucked and groaned, my balls twitching as they unloaded my jizz. Spunk bled through the fabric and then ran over the outside.

"That's it," my wife purred. "Cum in our daughter. Then I'm going to lick her clean. Just lap up all that spunk."

"Yes!" I breathed, dizzy from the wild delight.

I panted as she pulled the panties from my dick. I swayed, the bathroom spinning around me. I grabbed the towel rack as my wife sat her cum-stained panties on the counter. She held our daughter's, showing off the pearly spunk on them, some of my seed soaking into the gusset. Then my wife drew them up, wiggling her hips.

"Mmm, I've never worn a thong before," she cooed. She shuddered as she planted them on her pussy, her brown hair pilling out around the narrow cloth, some of my cum on them. "Now I'm going to get dinner ready soaking in both your juices."

She picked up her panties and licked my cum off the fabric before tossing them in the laundry basket. Then she sauntered off. I panted there, face flushed. My body shook from the excitement bleeding out of me. That was insane.

I drew up my pants and buckled on my jeans. I splashed water on my face. I stepped out, and a moment later, Candy burst from her bedroom. She had this wild look on her face. She clutched her phone in hand, her black hair swaying about her cute features.

"Dad!" she gasped. "You won't believe it."

"Believe what?" I panted, staring at her while naughty fantasies danced through my head.

My daughter turned the phone around. There was a picture of Clint Elliston being escorted by two cops. "He just got arrested. That incest guy. They say they have proof he's having sex with the women in his family."

"Yeah, uh, that's illegal," I said, needing to remember that. As sexy as my daughter was, my wife and I had to keep our lusts for her strictly to our roleplay.

"But isn't Mom's therapist his wife?" Candy asked.

"What?" I asked, shocked by that revelation. His wife... That meant Pam Elliston. She always promoted herself as an expert in sexual relationship therapy for women. I glanced downstairs where my wife was cooking dinner.

Just what sort of advice was my wife getting from Pam Elliston?

* * *

Catherine Nicholson

I clamped my hand over my mouth as my brother devoured my pussy. He licked and lapped at me. We were at the county jail now in an unused interrogation room. This was so wrong. We could get caught at a moment's notice.

That made it hotter.

We were so bad. Just as guilty as the Elliston's. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side, grinding on my brother's mouth. His tongue dug through my folds. He licked me with hunger. Feasted on me.

I couldn't get enough of him. It had been hours since we'd fucked in the courtroom bathroom. Clint was being interrogated. The other women in the family were in holding cells waiting for their turn. We loved each other as they did.

We turned them in.

Did our job. I had to remember that.

"Oh, yes, yes," I moaned as my brother's tongue dug through my folds. He caressed my labia and clit.

Then he sucked on it.

"Isaac!"

My voice echoed through the room, bouncing off the cinder block walls painted a soft beige. My eyes squeezed shut. I had one leg thrown over his shoulder, my weight balancing on my right foot. I ran my fingers through his buzzed-short, brown hair, massaging his skull as he feasted on me.

His lips nibbled on my bud. His tongue played with it. His whiskers rasped across my skin. It was incredible to feel. I gasped and moaned. My head shook from side to side. The pleasure surged through me. I whimpered.

Moaned.

My orgasm built faster and faster. People walked up and down the hallway. We were one moment away from getting caught. I bit my lip, my breasts jiggling beneath my bulletproof vest. My hips undulated from side to side.

I squeezed my eyes shut. The pleasure swelled in me. I came closer and closer to exploding. Every lick. Every suck and nibble. My brother's whiskers rasped against me. I groaned. My snatch clenched. He was so amazing.

"Isaac. Oh, Isaac, I love you!"

He sucked hard on my clit. I threw my head back and screamed out my climax. My body bucked. My juices gushed out of me. They surged into his mouth. I bathed him with my passion. My fingers ran through his buzzed-short hair.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I panted.

He licked and lapped up my cream. He feasted on my passion. I trembled through my orgasm, loving every moment of it. I drowned in the bliss, the rapture smothering all my other emotions. I was free in this one moment.

Climaxing on my brother's mouth. Not a cop. Just a sister committing wondrous incest.

His phone rang. He growled and ripped away from me. I slid my leg off his shoulder and panted there, naked from the waist down, my brother's face dripping in pussy cream. It hit me that we were in the county jail. We were being so risky.

"Yes?" he growled when he answered it. "Uh-huh. Okay, we'll be right there."

"Fuck," I muttered as he hung up. Our fun was over. "When we get a chance..."

"I'm fucking you," he growled. "Even if we have to do it in the parking lot on the back seat of my patrol car."

I smiled at him and looked around for my panties. The risk would be so great there. We were such hypocrites. Such terrible people. Already the pleasure was fading and the guilt was rising once again. I swallowed it down.

I had my job to do.

* * *

Leyla Umayyah

The text message from Minako Mihara had launched my mother and me into action. Clint had been arrested. It was all over the news. The radios blared with it. I sat with my legs stretched out as my mother drove us through town, my father's words echoing in my mind.

"Make sure he understands or we're all fucked," Father had said. He had been selling my body, and my mother's, since college. Since my mother trained me to be a slut and fell into the delights of prostituting me. My friends.

She had a thing for training young girls now. An expert at it. We had many clients, powerful men and women who had paid Mom to turn their sweet, young daughters into nympho whores. Submissive sluts who were willing to do anything that their mommies or daddies or both wanted.

We were pulling into our first client's house. It had been eight years ago when we approached him at a party at the Reenburgs. We had seduced him with a mother-daughter incest show then Mom casually brought up his own daughter. How it would be perfect to mold her into a slut. He was a widower. An old man with a young daughter.

Clint had sent us to him for this day.

The sun had set when we pulled up. It had been hours since Clint's arrest. I hoped he and his family were doing well in custody. His goals were laudable. As someone who thoroughly enjoyed fucking my father, mother, and brothers, I wanted incest to be legalized.

Mom parked the car and I slid out, wearing a tight mini skirt and a halter top that cupped my round tits. My hips swayed on my stiletto heels. My pussy burned, juices dripping down my thighs for the fun we were about to have.

Mom looked amazing in her leopard-print sheath dress. An Arab MILF with huge tits that bounced and jiggled with her every step, her ass swaying as she climbed the stairs before me. I let out a purring delight.

My mom had turned me into a slut, and I loved it.

Mom rang the doorbell.

The patter of feet rushed towards us. Then the door opened and Tammy Coburn stood there, her blonde hair spilling down to her shoulders. She wore a short, pleated skirt, the pink fabric dancing about her thighs, and a V-neck, purple blouse.

"Mrs. Umayyah!" she gasped and then fell to her knees in utter submission. "Leyla."

Without missing a beat, the trained slut ducked her head under Mother's skirt to nuzzle up and kiss at her pussy. Then the girl turned to me. Her head slid between my legs, her blonde pigtails brushing my inner thighs. Her head nuzzled up. She planted a kiss on my pussy followed by a quick flick of her tongue that slid through my folds.

Then she settled back on her knees and peeled off her blouse, exposing round breasts, her pink nipples pierced by heavy, gold rings. She stared up at us, ready to be given commands. Mother had molded her into such a submissive thing.

"We need to speak to your father," Mom said. She grabbed one of the girl's rings with a hooking finger and tugged. The girl squeaked in delight and bounded to her feet. Her breasts jiggled. She had such a wild look in her eyes. She quivered there, her hips wiggling from side to side. "Fetch him."

The girl nodded, quivering. She gasped as Mother twisted the ring. Then she turned and darted off, her skirt flaring up to reveal she wore no panties beneath. I wouldn't be surprised if she had a butt plug inserted into her asshole.

It was time for Judge Coburn to remember that they had dirt on him. He would be Clint's judge and ally.

* * *

Cruzita Martínez

"He's stonewalling us," Ed said as my phone beeped.

"He's a lawyer," I said. "We knew this would happen. That's why we needed physical evidence."

I pulled out my phone. Checked it. Hi, Mom, guess who just showed up. The Campo sisters. They want to give us a private massage session. How great is that? They say they have a business proposal, too.

My stomach sank. I glanced at the two-way glass to where Clint sat stoically, two hours into his interrogation. Here came the blackmail. I could come clean, lose my job, and maybe even go to jail. Even if I got probation, I'd lose my license to practice law. All my life's work snuffed out.