Some Kind of Tragedy Pt. 02

Rhianna Tellus's entire body was like a one giant nerve; sensitive now to the slightest touch, the lightest stroke. Even a feather brushed against her skin would have made her tremble, so the fact that her brother's thick cock was pounding her little pussy without a second's relent was absolutely driving her out of her mind.

The petite nineteen-year-old convulsed yet again, for who-knows which number of times, as her twin, Craig, finally unloaded his seed into her womb. She tried to catch her breath, barely noting how her brother wasn't growing soft in her, just like she now barely felt the discomfort of losing her virginity only...

How long ago? She tried looking for a clock in that conference room, finally spying one through unfocused eyes. Holy shit... an hour? Rhianna turned her head in an attempt to get a look at her brother, only to realize that their bodies were so entwined together that it was hard to figure out just where either of them started or ended. He was behind her, but over her, and his legs were layered with hers, while his arms... It was just one jumbled, beautiful, sweaty mass of flesh, and she still couldn't believe she was there with the one she adored most in life.

All growing up, she and Craig, the last of Gail and Uriah Tellus's brood, the normal ones, at least, had been... different. Their older siblings, as soon as they started knowing what all those fun bits on their bodies could do, were experimenting and enjoying themselves with no one to tell them to stop. Usually with each other. It wasn't so strange in the Tellus household; after all, Uriah was Gail's son himself, and that never stopped then from fucking like bunnies for decades. Of course, Uriah, being the head of Zero Lymp U.S., one of the most profitable business conglomerates in history, could do whatever he damned well pleased, with whomever he wanted, and even his own mother was not out of bounds.

Craig and Rhianna, Little Rhia as she was usually called by the family, didn't join their reindeer games. The twins had been standoffish and chaste all growing up, never partaking in the fun, and it wasn't from lack of opportunity. Rhianna couldn't count how many times her brothers, and even sisters, had tried to worm their way into her panties; she was like a little porcelain doll that everyone couldn't help but want to possess.

Craig too, was in high demand. The lean young man was tall, dark, and broodingly handsome; choosing to spend much more time in the company of their uncle, Tarrence, than with the main family. It gave him an air of standoffishness, which in turn made him mysterious, thereby cementing his status as forbidden fruit. Her sisters were gaga over their little brother, making-do with their other siblings to vent their lusts when he refused to reciprocate their affections.

That left Craig entirely in Little Rhia's hands... for what that was worth. He was just as celibate with her as with anyone, which meant that she was too, by default, since no one else was even an option in her mind. For her entire childhood, she had to be content with knowing that her twin loved her, but was not willing to show it. Then it happened. Their father, Uriah, fucked up and angered Gail, who set about destroying him and his legacy. When Rhianna was seduced by her mother, and had a lust awaken that she'd fooled herself into thinking wasn't there, she then went to Craig and used every bit of their relationship, every ounce of love he had for her, to get him to throw caution to the wind and join in the scheme to take down their father. It worked, perfectly, and now they were reaping the benefits.

Mmmm. Benefits indeed. Rhia practically purred as her brother began massaging her perky little tits in one hand, his thumb on her nipple like an electric prod. In her wildest dreams, she never thought things would develop this far, this quick. Fucking in the conference room almost immediately after the papers had been signed to turn over the company to Craig; it was like gaining ultimate power had put in the missing piece of his soul, and now he could finally be a real man for the first time.

Real men claimed what was theirs, and Craig was doing exactly that with his supple, nubile young sister. She felt him firm up inside her again, fully as stiff as he had been while he made love to her for so, so long. She was almost frightened of her lover's stamina, but knew that her brother would never hurt her, so she laid back and let him use her body to sate the fire in him. When he rode her with a frenzy, she didn't complain. When he looked at her like a devouring animal, she didn't slow her own hungry hips from thrusting up to meet him fully. When he roared and came inside her again, with what felt like an absolute torrent, she didn't fret for a second; she was his. She was whatever he needed her to be.

The man was a dynamo, and he had Rhianna again and again over their first coupling event. The conference room, not unused to such activity, was an absolute mess from their frenetic fucking, but they couldn't have cared less. Craig was a master at keeping his pace and prolonging the entire session; time was his plaything. Rhianna... Little Rhia so shy and retreating... was in heaven and never, ever wanted to leave.

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Once Craig took control, affairs in Zero Lymp U.S. carried on as normal. Affairs in every sense of the word. The twins' siblings, many of whom were having children of their own with each other, were relieved that their generous allowances weren't disappearing, or even coming with new caveats, and they were free to keep on frolicking and fucking to their hearts' content. Gail was still living in the country house with her last set of triplets, the deformed batch that had so enraged Uriah and set up his downfall. It was different now, though. Craig was much kinder than their father and had spent a lot of money making sure their mother and siblings were perfectly comfortable and cared-for. If they didn't really have a place with the rest of the family anymore... well, was that so bad? Gail had a whole mansion to herself now, and all the time in the world to take care of herself in her newest pregnancy.

That was a bit of a shock, to tell the truth. Besides finally getting up in years, no one knew exactly who the father was. Most assumed Uriah, but Craig said there was no way. Their father hadn't had the chance to seal the deal with Gail before Craig had delivered his final blow and interrupted them. Rhianna had her suspicions though. She was privy to the accounts, and she saw that their Uncle Tarrence was spending a looooot of time "attending" to his sister. It made her shudder, honestly. Uncle Tarrence had always been a dark, dark man; scary and angry. The family had always known for a fact that Gail had loathed her older brother growing up, so her fucking the daylights out of him now, and having his baby no less, was... bizarre. A bit disgusting, even.

Still, things with Rhianna herself were perfect in those early days. Craig always, always made time for her. For taking her in every which way their imaginations could come up with, in every place they found themselves. They couldn't have known it, but they mirrored their parents in that regard; making love in the family room of the main estate, fucking quietly in a side room just before going into a board meeting, bending Rhia over the balcony of a five-star hotel in Shanghai so that anyone looking up would see her delicate beauty on full, boisterous display. They couldn't stop, making up for years of denial, and she craved more and more as each day went on.

They only moderated themselves when their baby sister, April, the family surprise, finally arrived from overseas to live with them. Even the hedonistic Tellus family was not so depraved as to rob a child of its innocence. It didn't damper Rhianna's enthusiasm, though. If anything, having a bit of an obstacle in the form of Uriah's love child was a thrill. It also didn't hurt that the beautiful, red-haired little girl was such a natural charmer. Even the usually-dour Craig couldn't help but melt at the toddler's infectious laugh.

It was this last fact that made Rhia the happiest, and gave her such hope when she broke the news to her brother.

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"Ngh, ngh, ngh... fuuuck..." Rhia swept her pelvis back and forth on top of Craig, riding out her second orgasm as their lovemaking just got started. She looked down at him through the dark hair hanging in her face, at that confident grin of ownership, and bit her lip, making a decision.

"Craig... my eternal love..." She took his hands from her tits, inwardly bemoaning the loss of his heat on her sensitive skin, and placed them on her belly. "We need to get married."

He cocked his head at her. "I don't... I mean, sure... I always planned to... but why are you saying this now?" He flexed his cock in her, making her squeak. "Though I can picture you in a sleek, mesh-paneled wedding dress, slinking down the aisle... a wide open back and a slit in the skirt that... hmm..."

When he picked up the pace, moving his hands from her belly to her hips to control her movement, she almost forgot her purpose, collapsing on his lithe, muscled chest and planting little kisses on his collarbone. After a second she made a supreme effort and sat back up, putting his hands back where they had been, palming the nearly-imperceptible round bump on her stomach. "We need to get married. Soon." She raised her eyebrows. "Do you feel why?"

"Shit." The blood drained from Craig's face as he snatched his hands away. He rolled her off him, still gentle, but hurried and insistent, and stood up from the lounge on the veranda where she had pounced on him a good half hour before. "You... you're..."

"We are going to have a baby." Rhianna giggled. "Though considering who our mom is... maybe not just one."

"What?" Craig looked like he'd been punched. "Why... how..."

Rhianna was growing concerned now. This was not the reaction she'd hoped for. "How? Well, brother, when you come inside me every day for months, again and again, certain things have a tendency to happen! I'm just surprised it's taken this long!" She watched him tremble, and she felt a chill. "Aren't you happy? This is the Tellus dynasty we're making here. This is our child together. Our love in physical form."

Craig stared at his twin for a long time. "I mean, you're the greatest thing to happen to me, and I love you more than anything, but..."

She saw it then, and smiled. "Inbreeding? Is that what you're worried about? I get it, but we shouldn't be afraid. For one, we have the best doctors at our beck and call, and access to the greatest genetic medicine available. For two..." Rhia crawled to the edge of the lounge to Craig, to where his dangling dick was now twitching again at the sight of her lithe little frame wiggling in front of him. She took his member, that beautiful, perfect length of flesh, and gave the head a kiss. "...look at you. Look at us." She licked the shaft as it hardened in her hand. "We're flawless." She took the entire thing in her mouth, running her tongue around and around, sucking with her throat and rotating her head to a background of Craig's needful groans.

When he threw her back down on the lounge and mounted her again, she knew her fears had been stupid. A little caution was normal, and now they were past it. She screamed as she climaxed again, picturing the future with Craig and their family living blissfully on top of the world.

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The wedding was a fairytale. The honeymoon was a blur. Rhianna's pregnancy was the happiest time of her life. Every day she could feel her child getting bigger and bigger. Children, actually; twins... she'd been right about her inheritance from Gail. Little Rhia was blissful, and she was constantly humming and singing and gabbing with her unborn children, rubbing her swelling stomach and inviting everyone around to do the same. She'd even picked out names ahead of time for the girl and boy inside her; Heather and Hayden. Craig had no complaint.

In truth, Craig had no comment. On much of anything, really. He made the right noises, and said the right things, and made sure he still fucked Rhia to her heart's content, but he was increasingly distant over the nine months. She knew he was busy running the business, which had to take up a lot of time.

It's actually amazing he still makes time for me as much as he does. She smiled as she kept decorating the nursery. He's going to be such a good father.

Then the day came; she went into labor. The delivery was smooth and... well, not painless, of course, but without complication. The two newest Tulluses came into the world perfect and healthy, and immediately loved by their weeping mother as they nursed at her swollen breasts. Craig wasn't there; he was stuck fighting a hostile takeover, which was important, but Rhia couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Eventually the twins got to meet their father. He came in the night, creeping into the bedroom where the new mother was sleeping next to her babies. Rhia woke up and almost said something, but stopped when heard Craig talking... to his children. She didn't want to ruin the moment, so stayed quiet.

"Heather and Hayden, huh?" He chuckled lightly, his voice still a whisper. "My children. I'm a father." He was quiet for a long time then, and Rhia almost spoke up, but he had one last thing to say. "I had a father too." His voice dropped lower. "And look at him now."

He crept back out then, never saying a word to his wife, and didn't return to their marital bed that night.

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When the uniformed men came to take her children away, Rhianna though she was in some kind of waking nightmare. When Craig showed up with them, holding out a contract of some sort, she burst into tears. "Why is this happening?"

Craig had his arms around her. "Shhh. It's for the best, Rhia. They'll be put in a good place, raised with everything they need. It just... won't be here." As he talked, she began lightly beating on his chest, but he kept going. "There's no other way. We're too young, too new to running the company, to give those kids the attention they need. They won't have a real mother and father unless it's someone else. They deserve better. You deserve better."

"Better?" She shoved him away, a bit. It was hard because it was so foreign to her, wanting to be away from her twin for the first time in her entire existence. "Better! You're giving away our babies! How... how can you even say..."

Craig sat his hysterical wife down and did what he did; spoke and whispered and touched and stroked his sister to calm her and cajole her to seeing all his points. He had all the time in the world, and he used it. Somehow, in some way, Rhianna began convincing herself that he was right. That it wasn't some kind of horrible thing. The kids were young, they could grow up without being in the spotlight, and without the Tellus family baggage.

When Craig began creeping his hand under her skirt, she slowly, hesitatingly, spread her thighs a little wider. When his fingertips played up and down her bare slit, she leaned into him, remembering that transcendent touch again. When he thumbed her clit while curling a finger up inside her twat, she bit his shoulders to ride out her small orgasm, her own hand gripping his ropy arm with all her strength.

She wasn't consciously aware of what was happening, not even fully lucid, until just before a whimpering climax made her realize that she'd been speared on her brother's dick for a good dollop of time, the two of them fornicating in the family room right where they'd begun their groping; her with her blouse torn open, and him not even having divested himself of his expensive slacks entirely.

Right where I last saw my children.

A tear leaked from her eye as Craig unloaded inside her, filling her in that oh-so-familiar way once more.

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When Rhianna found that she was pregnant again, she didn't say a word. She didn't know a word to say. Looking at that damning little piece of pissed-on plastic, she covered her mouth and cried. What can I do? What will he do?

Getting rid of the problem quietly was just not in her DNA, and so the woman, only newly turned twenty years of age, just... kept it to herself. For a time. She didn't tell her husband, her mother, her siblings... no one. It wasn't like she had a plan, other than a vague hope that Craig would change his mind. Maybe things are better? More stable? She held onto that delusion for months.

Eventually, there was no hiding her state, and it became obvious to her husband what had happened. Again. Craig wasn't a beast about it though. To her surprise, he was kind and attentive, and she began to have a tepid hope that this pregnancy would end differently. He even seemed lustier than usual, wanting more and more of her body as the weeks went on. By the time of delivery, big as a house, Rhianna had convinced herself that things would be fine.

Triplets. Gail's legacy strikes again. Demara, Poe, and Helen. Little Rhia scooped them to her as soon as she was recovered enough to do so, jealously guarding them from... everything.

It didn't matter. It was only a couple of weeks later that the men showed up again, with Craig leading the way. This time, though, when her babies, wailing and frightened, were ripped from her, her love for her husband was torn out right along with them.

She glared venom at her twin when he tried to pull the same shit as before and get her to surrender her wits. "Fuck you!" She screamed and threw a lamp at him, shattering the glass bulb everywhere when it missed and hit the wall. In her fury, she didn't even care that her nightdress was undone and flopping open to flash her nudity at Craig; she couldn't imagine feeling less sexy than she did in that moment. "Fuck yourself and your necessities! I know what this is now, you crazy piece of shit... you're afraid!"

"Rhia..." Craig's voice was low. Menacing. "Don't say something you'll regret..."

"I regret everything! What the fuck are you going to do to me now? I'll say what I want. You're a pussy coward. You think our kids will do to you what you did to our dad. You're convinced you're... I don't know, cursed or something! Well maybe you are! Maybe one of them will come back someday and—"

She never finished the sentence because her face flared in pain as stars swam across her vision. He slapped me! It was her last coherent thought before she felt his hands grab her shoulders, spin her around, and bend her over the couch. She began struggling, hard, harder than she'd ever done anything before, but it was fruitless. She was so petite, and still not recovered from delivering triplets, and he was surprisingly strong for someone with a frame as thin as his.

She screamed and bit the pillow when she felt her husband force himself into her. He had gotten ahold of something, butter from the breakfast tray, probably, to use as lube because she was dry as the Sahara. Whatever it was, it was enough for him to easily pound her pussy without any resistance besides a feeble tightening of her pelvic muscles, which probably only spurred him on. He held her face down and rode her, drowning out her whimpers and protests with angry snarls, until, after an eternity, he grunted and hilted himself fully, filling her with that familiar, loathsome seed she now felt nothing but disgust for.

When he finally pulled out of her, Rhia felt fear. What would he do to her now? Their marriage was functionally over; she'd never let him touch her again if she could do anything to stop it, so what was left?