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You've been doing good, buddy, I thought.

Kirsten threw my trunks at me and was wrapping the towel around herself as best she could. It still made for a revealing fit, but I guessed she hoped it would get her past our mother.

"What are you doing? Put them on!" she hissed, and I lazily got up and pulled the trunks over my stillsensitive, but gratefully snoozing member.

"That," I said, "was amazing."

"Shhhhhhhhh! Mom'll hear you!"

Her eyes were wide and childlike, and I realized that something else she and mom had in common was a not-quite split personality. The girl who'd pushed her pussy back onto my cock, saying how good I was, and came for the first time with me inside her only a few minutes ago, and this scared little girl terrified that her mother might have caught her having sex with her own brother, were the same person. I wondered how thin the line between them was.

"I want it to happen again, sis," I said. "Don't you?"

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"You know what I'm saying." I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. Beneath the soft towel I could feel her even softer body trembling. "I don't," I said, "want to ever stop fucking you."

She pulled away and ran into the house. I enjoyed watching her go. The towel came up shorter than the miniest miniskirt, giving me a good view of the lowest part of her cute little ass.

I stretched out in one of the beach chairs and closed my eyes. It had been a busy morning.

"Well," I heard a voice say, "it's nice to know you take your mother's advice." I opened my eyes. "Hi mom," I said, "were you watching all the action?" I grinned at her.

"Just the last act, I'm afraid," she said, sitting down on the folding chair next to me. "I saw you giving it to her... I saw you making my little girl come... I saw you come."

"Did it excite you?" I asked.

She had the strangest look on her face. Even with all the changes I'd seen come over that face in the past week I'd never seen anything quite like it.

"I think I'd better go to my room," she said, and got up and started to walk.

"You're not mad, are you, mom?"

She turned back to me. "No, I'm not mad at you. It's just that if I sit here any longer I'm gonna want to touch your cock," she said in a low, unsteady voice, "and we can't fuck while Kirsten is here. So I think it's better if I go to my room and just, you know..."

I smiled even broader at her as the image of my mother's naked body spread out on her bed slipping her fingers in and out of herself, playing with her breasts, filled my mind. She wanted to go and masturbate. As calmly as I could, a lot more calmly than I felt, I said to her,

"If you do it to yourself, I won't do it to you."

"What?" she said, her mouth falling open.

"You heard me. It goes both ways. You don't want me jacking off when I can't be with you, I don't want you doing it either. And now that I've got Kirsten in on it..."

I saw the jealousy flash behind her eyes.

"That was a one-time thing, just to show her what she was missing, Christopher. You're not to do it again."

"You think I'm giving up the hottest piece of ass I've ever had just because you say so, you're crazy, mom."

There was hurt on her face. "Maybe I am crazy," she said. "I... I give myself to you. I send you to my daughter and let you..."

Taking a risk--if Kirsten was watching from the house I knew she couldn't hear us but she'd be able to see us all right--I rushed to my mother, took her face in my hands and covered it with kisses.

"Aw, mom, mom, mom," I said, "don't be that way... I love fucking you too. I don't want to stop," I said, kissing her deeply and risking a quick feel of her breast.

"Stop it," she was murmuring softly, "not now."

"Okay," I said, releasing her. "But remember what I said."

With that I turned and walked into the house.

The next weeks of my life were almost indescribable. If I'd thought the week with mom was paradise, having her *and* my sister as my willing partners sent me into the blue. Oh yes, Kirsten soon returned to my bed, after I surprised her in the shower the next day.

She tried half-heartedly to fight me off, but when I got down on my knees to her and fingered and licked her pussy, soon her hands were digging into my hair as I sucked her clit and she was crying out for me not to stop, and then for god's sakes to fuck her. I stood up and made her follow me to her room, which she did quickly even though she knew Mom was gone (or thought she knew). Laying on her bed with my big erection pointing towards the ceiling, I stopped her when she tried to mount me.

"Uh-uh," I said, "You're gonna suck me."

She looked uncertain.

"What's the matter," I said, "you have sucked a cock before, right?"

"Y-yes," she said, and started nibbling on her thumb.

"Kirsten," I said, "I've got something much better for you to put in your mouth."

I took her hand and placed it on my shaft. Instinctively she began rubbing it up and down.

"That's good... good," I said. "Now kiss it."

She quickly bent to my penis and gave the head a quick kiss, like a peck on the cheek. It surged at the touch of her lips to its head.

"That's good," I said. "Now a little bit longer..."

She lowered her head once more and looked up at me. "Please tell me what to do," she said.

"Don't worry, baby," I said, "I will," and took her head in my hands to bring it down on my shaft. Just like me, she was a good learner. Soon she wanted to suck me almost as much as she wanted to fuck. And I got another comparison between mother and daughter that most men (whether they get into family pussy or not) will never have. Our mother liked to give head slowly and sensuously, letting her tongue move around the shaft and bringing me to a slow boil.

Kirsten was like a starving woman who had to have cum or she would go insane, moving her head up and down as fast as she could. Kirsten made me come faster that way but when mom did it I enjoyed it more.

So this is what my life settled into. On weekends, my mother would "conveniently" leave Kirsten and me alone together and act as if she had no idea what we were getting up to. During the week when Kirsten was at school I moved into mom's room and gave her the best fuckings (she said) she'd had in years.

It was tiring me out but I wouldn't have traded it even if I could have. Now I just had one more thing to do. If only there was a way to get to fuck them both together... then I'd really have it made. But I wasn't sure I could sell it to my mother, let alone my sister. Both of them seemed to have come to terms with our newly "controversial" relations, but I was afraid adding one another to the mix would prove too much for them.

It wasn't until we'd been living like this for almost two months that I got my idea. That weekend, when Kirsten came to my room, she was all excited, morose than usual.

When I asked her why she said she'd started taking the pill and they'd taken effect. "So," she said in that shy, beautiful way of hers," you can come in me now... if you want to."

I wanted to like you couldn't believe, and I did. But afterwards, I began to wonder why it had taken her so long to go on the pill in the first place. With wrinkled little worry lines on her face, she told me that Bob was a strict

Catholic and had forbidden her to use anything but "the rhythm method." Nice.

Not only wasn't this guy good in bed, he was running around with a loose cannon. But I was getting an idea. Oh, my god, if I could get... it would really solve two problems at once. I couldn't wait for mom to get home, but in the meantime, Kirsten and I found a few dozen ways to entertain ourselves.

I whispered my plan to my mother the very next time I was fucking her. She'd gotten in the habit of asking me to tell her just how I had fucked Kirsten that weekend, and often of making me do it to her in exactly the same way. So as I buried my cock into her up to the hilt, I told her what I wanted her to do.

"I can't do that!" she said, outraged. But I'd expected this resistance and so the next day I asked her again when we were soaping each other in the shower. She said no. I asked again as I was sliding my cock into her from behind the day after that. She said no, but there was a pause before it. The day after that... she said yes.

Mom and I were downstairs in the living room. It was the middle of the day but she was working on a drink, and I couldn't say as I blamed her. For my plan to work we were going to have to take the biggest risk yet, and in some ways none bigger than my mom. But she'd committed to it, and she hadn't said anything about backing out, though her eyes sometimes betrayed a fear and uncertainty.

Time to see if everything was going according to plan. I picked up the phone and held it to my ear, covering the mouthpiece. I could hear Kirsten on the upstairs extension saying "Oh, baby, you've been so good... you deserve a reward... when I get my hands on your ass, I'm gonna... ooooooooh... ahhhhhhhhh..."

"What are you doing?" I heard Bob say.

"I'm touching myself... and wishing you were here. Why don't you come over? My mother and brother won't be home for hours."

As far as she knew, that was true. And she sounded a lot more confident than I knew she really felt, but I guessed the pep talk mom gave her, encouraging her to start having phone sex with Bob, was paying off. And I'd managed to keep my cock away from her for the last couple of days, so I knew she really needed some relief.

And if I hadn't known that, you could hear it in her voice as she pleaded, "Come on, Bob... couldn't you? Just for a little while. I'm all... naked... and hot, wet... waiting for you."

If he didn't say goodbye, hang up and be in his car before the receiver hit the cradle, Bob was a moron. Fortunately, Bob was not a moron.

"I'm coming, baby... I'm going to come to you."

"Good," I heard my sister whisper, "I'll be waiting."

They hung up and so did I, and nodded at my mother.

"Okay," she said.

"Phase two," I said.

Keeping careful to be quiet so Kirsten wouldn't know we were home, we waited at the window for Bob's car to arrive. When it did, I started heading up the stairs as quick as I could, not wanting Bob to see me. He didn't, but I heard the door open and my mother greet him.

"Oh, hello. You must be Bob. I'm Kirsten's mother. I've been wanting to meet you." Bob's reply was nervous and guilty-sounding, as I would have expected from someone who had arrived with nothing on his mind but getting rid of a load of cum and been confronted with the object of his desires mother.

"Oh! Hello... Mrs..."

"Call me Jennifer, dear. Please come in," mother said, and then I lost them as I headed down the hall to Kirsten's room. I knocked.

"Come in," she said, and I opened the door. There, laying on her side in the bed, completely nude, was my sexy little sister. She was startled to see me. "What are you doing here?" she wondered. "You've got to get out--Bob's coming--" "Bob's not coming until I do," I said, and dropped my pants to reveal my cock sticking straight out.

"Chris," she said, looking down at it uncertainly but with obvious excitement in her eyes, "I don't have time to--"

"Then you'd better not waste any more, huh sis?" I said, and flopped down onto the bed. Her hand went to it as if it were the most natural act in the world and after that it was a matter of seconds before she was down between my legs, sucking and licking and stroking and playing with my balls and jerking me off as she sucked it.

I knew she'd decided to make me come as quickly as she could and get me out of there before Bob arrived, not knowing he was already downstairs being entertained by our mother. And under normal circumstances I'd have been glad to give her all the cum she wanted as quickly as I could. But that wasn't the plan, and I pulled her up and then down underneath me, spreading her knees apart.

"We can't," she said, "no--"

"Yes we can," I said, and slid my cock deep inside her. She was wet just from sucking me (and, I supposed, the anticipation of Bob's arrival, but I liked to think it was mostly the sucking that did it.) She made a sound that was half worry and half bliss. "You're so bad."

"You love it, sis," I said, and fucked her faster.

"Yes-yes-yesyesyes I do," she said, and smiled.

"Yeah, you love it--I know you love it. And why's it so good?" I asked, changing my "angle of attack" in her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm... because you're my big brother. Because you're my big, big brother," she said, thrusting her hips upward. "Because it's INCEST!" she purred.

"So you don't want me to stop, do you?"

The look on her face told me that she had momentarily forgotten why she didn't want me to do it to her right now.

"Oh my god," she said, "Christy! We have to stop, we have to... uuuuh... we have to stop!"

"I don't want to stop, sis," I said, "do you?"

"We--uh! We--oh god--we... we have..."

"I could stop doing this," I said, "maybe you'd like it better like this."

Quick as a wink I pulled out of her, flipped her over and pulled her onto her hands and knees.

"You like it like this, don't you, baby?" I said, and began fucking her from behind.

"Chris! No... no... no... no... no..." she was saying, but if she knew how her face looked pressed into the bed she would have known why I didn't believe her.

This pussy was mine, and I knew now she couldn't have stopped me even if she'd really wanted to. She was starting to work on me, trying to coax the cum out of me, and only an act of supreme will power (plus the fact that mom and I had deliberately fucked even more than usual the night before to drain me dry) kept me from giving it to her.

But I'd worn down her resistance--clearly she now wanted to come more than she

was afraid Bob would catch us like this.

"OH GOOD," she was saying.

"You ready, baby?" I asked, slamming it to her. "You ready to come?"

Her whole body was trembling as if little earthquakes were taking place inside her. I pulled her up and kissed her, reaching around her front to fondle her breasts.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeees," she hissed. "Make me come... make me come, my big, sweet, hard, dirty, fucking bastard, fucking, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... I wanna come!"

And I could see she was well on her way. Now for the hardest part of my plan (for me, anyway). I pulled out of her.

She immediately looked lost, hurt and confused. "What... what... what are you doing?"

What was that? I said, and tried to look worried. "I thought I heard something downstairs."

"Oh my god!" Kirsten said, and jumped off the bed as though it had become electrified. She ran to her closet and hurriedly pulled on a white dress.

Then she went to the door. "Stay here, she said, "I'll get rid of him," and was gone.

Now it was time to see if things really had come together. I put my pants back on, zipped them up, and followed her downstairs. The sounds I could now hear told me that yes, things had gone along very nicely. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could see Kirsten from the back, standing in the doorway from the entrance hall into the living room. She wasn't moving. When I got to the doorway and saw what she could see, I understood why.

Our mother was spread-eagled on the living room carpet, with Bob's cock going in-and-out of her as if his holy salvation depended on it. He was holding her legs even to his shoulders and was crying out with his eyes closed, moaning with long-buried pleasure and desire.

"Ooooh, Jennifer... oh god, you feel so good... I've never felt anything as good as this before."

I snuck a look at Kirsten's face. It was burning red, and she didn't look like she liked that remark at all.

"Really, darling?" mom was saying. "Not even with my daughter?"

He opened his eyes, but he still hadn't seen us. He stopped dead in my mother's cunt.

"Kirsten?" He said. "Kirsten is well--uh... different."

"How am I different, Bob?" my sister suddenly said, her voice filled with rage. "Just because with me it's just suck-fuck, and here I find you with... "

"KIRSTEN!" Distressed, Bob tried to pull out, but we'd prepared for that eventuality and mom grasped his ass in her hands and pulled him deeper inside her. Soon his need to keep fucking her overcame his desire to comfort Kirsten. I took her hand and led her to the couch. She followed me as if in a daze, and when we sat down she looked at me and said,

"Chris... what's going on?"

So I told her. I told her about mom & me, and about how my fucking her had been mom's idea. That made her shoot a look at mom, who was watching us as Bob pumped his cock in and out of her. She nodded at Kirsten and looked at her with searching eyes.

Then she returned her attention to Bob, and I could hear her whispering things to him, teaching him the same way she'd taught me. She was going to make him into the kind of lover her daughter deserved--that was the first bird we were going to kill with this stone. Now for the second.

I went on, telling Kirsten how originally the plan had been for me to fuck her just the one time, so she'd know what she was missing with Bob. But that I couldn't help myself--once I'd fucked her, I just couldn't stop. She looked both stricken and flattered by this. We were speaking in lowered tones, so Bob--even if he had been thinking of anything besides my mother's sweet ass-couldn't hear us.

Once I'd told her everything (well, almost everything-the fact that this was a plan I kept to myself for the moment), she sat there in shock, dumbly absorbing it all. Bob and mom were making the only sounds in the room. I took Kirsten's hand in mine, unzipped my pants, and placed it on my penis.

As though hypnotized, she began to stroke it. Then, as if the reality of the situation was crashing in on her for the first time, she got up and tried to leave the room. I grabbed her hand and prevented her from going.

"No," I said," no." My voice was calm. "You're gonna suck it."

Resigned, she kneeled down before me and introduced my cock to her lips, sucking me in slowly and long. "Oh, sis," I said... "oh sis..."

Over her head I could see mom looking at us again and her face was wild. "Come in her mouth," she mouthed to me.

"I will," I told her back.

"Oh, my god!" Bob was saying. Now he'd seen us. He'd seen me feeding my big cock (which, if I do say so myself, put his to shame--though he certainly seemed to be learning to use what he'd got) to his girlfriend, my little sister, and it must have been obvious from the way she was giving me head that it wasn't the first time--and she liked it. Kirsten was sucking me hard now, losing herself in lust, her tongue working it's magic around the shaft.

Mom and I looked at each other and exchanged one thought.

*Now.*

I grabbed the back of Kirsten's head and started guiding it in the rhythm that would make me come the fastest. Mom did the same with Bob, pushing him deeper and deeper so that even if he were trying to hold back, he wouldn't be able to.

"That's it... that's it... that's it now... fuck me... yes baby... momma wants you to come... momma wants you to come so fucking much." That last bit was said while she was looking at me as Kirsten's lips worked over my dick. But she soon returned her focus to Bob.

"Come in me," she pleaded. "Let that big, beautiful cock just explode inside me... let me have it... please..."

Her head was thrown back and I could see Bob bearing down. His eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted with exertion. I looked down and saw that Kirsten's eyes were closed too, but one of her hands was up her dress and rubbing furiously between her legs. I threw back my own head and let go.

"Aaaah! Aaaaaaah! Ah, ah, ah aha AAAAAAAAAH!"

I poured cum into my sister's mouth. She sucked and lapped up every drop, and the hand between her legs never stopped moving. She hadn't come yet, and now she was getting frantic.

"Oh, my god! Mrs... Jennifer... I'm... I'm... I'm gonna... I'm COMING!" Bob was practically screaming.

"Yes, yes yes yes yes yes, my love," mom was saying. "Give it to me... give it all to me. I love you when you do that... I love you..."

Bob was twitching like he was having a cardiac arrest as he came and came in my mother.

Once we'd both finished, Kirsten had lifted her head from my lap and mom had gently eased Bob's cock out of her pussy, there was a long silence. Finally, mom broke it by saying,

"Chris... why don't you and our guest go and make us a drink? Kirsten and I are going to freshen up."

"Yes, mother, I said, grinning. Poor Bob looked as though he were in such a daze that I actually felt sorry for him. But he didn't object as I rose and indicated to him that we should leave the room, and he followed me to the kitchen. There, as confidently and calmly as I could, I explained to him the way things were in this family while I made the drinks. It was a lot for him to take in. He told me he truly loved Kirsten, and I could believe him. He hinted that he'd always wished Kirsten would fuck him the way my mom just had, but hadn't dared ask.

"She's so beautiful," he said, "and innocent."

Well, you're half right, I thought, as the image of my innocent little sister begging for me to come in her filled my brain.

I could hear the downstairs shower running. Mom must be cleaning herself out, washing away all Bob's cum. I was strangely and very perversely proud that she'd never felt the need to do that with mine. If Bob knew what the sound meant, he didn't register it. Besides, his guilt was really kicking in.

"I can't believe I fucked your mother," he said. "Right in front of you. In front of Kirsten. I can't believe... you fuck your sister? You fuck your own mother?"

There was outrage rising in his voice--but it wasn't the only thing. I started to wonder just what the women in his home looked like, because his cock was starting to move on up too. He might not want to admit it, but he was as turned on by the idea of a mother and sister opening their legs to their son and brother as I was.

The shower had stopped. I mentally timed the next few moments and then I said, "Listen... why don't you sit here a while and think it over. I'm gonna bring the ladies their drinks." I set off for the living room, hoping I'd given mom enough time.

What I saw when I got there was so beautiful and so exciting I almost went weak at the knees. Kirsten and mom were standing there, arms around each other, kissing like sweethearts. Mom's hands were soon rising up Kirsten's dress, pulling it off of her and helping her step out of it. Now my mother and my sister were side-by-side and naked before me.

My brain went on a permanent vacation as I saw the two bodies that I had come in so many times, been sucked and fucked so many different ways, brushing and rubbing up against each other. Not only that, the body that I had come out of... the body that I had bathed with as a child. Standing there, all big breasts and beautiful round behinds and sexy cunts. It was all there for me to see, and it was mouth-watering.

Mom lowered Kirsten to the floor and bent her head till she was slipping her tongue into her pussy. A look like I have never seen before settled onto Kirsten's face. The look of absolutely pure bliss and contentment on that face was something I hadn't seen in almost two months of some pretty good fucking.

Mom's ass was swaying invitingly as she lapped at her daughter's pussy like a panther at a well. My cock was rising between my legs and I was soon hard as a rock. Mother was fingering and stroking Kirsten's pussy too, and my sister was quite clearly putty in her hands.

It seemed mom still had some things to teach me. I stepped forward and gently stroked my mom's back, letting the head of my cock rub against the cleft of her ass, but not being insistent about it. She reached back and took me in her warm hand, stroking and caressing my cock lovingly. Then, shifting her position just a little bit, she aimed me... and I pushed into her pussy from behind.

I think in that instant, we all just took a moment to revel in it. For me, my anticipation had finally been rewarded--I was deep in my mother's pussy as she was licking her little girl's own cunt to orgasm.

For that was what was happening now, the frustration that Kirsten had been living with all day since talking to Bob on the phone, then when I wouldn't let her come upstairs, seeing Bob fuck mom and sucking me off herself, now to have her own mother's head buried between her legs, well, it all got to be too much for her. Our eyes met and she looked deep into mine.

"I love you," she mouthed.

"Feels so good... so good..." she said aloud.

Mom just smiled and redoubled her efforts at lapping at her little girls clit.

Me, I was just hanging on for the ride. She was hotter than I'd ever felt her, and as much as I knew she liked having my cock in her, I wasn't the only reason. No, mom had seen something--maybe when she saw me doing it to Kirsten, maybe even before that--maybe that was why she'd suggested it in the first place?--that she liked. That she wanted. In any case, when she lifted her head and turned around to look at me and blow me a kiss, I saw a look on her face of a woman who was having a dream come true.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it walked past me and I realized Bob had come into the room. His eyes went from Kirsten, to mom, to me and then back again, but he didn't say anything. Kirsten's eyes were closed from mother's ministrations, but when she opened them again and saw him, she seemed to know what to do.

"Bob... c'mere," she said.

Bob shot me a look, and I saw a man who couldn't resist what he was about to do, but knew he should want to, even if he really didn't. I gave him as reassuring a smile as I could, closed my eyes and buried my cock even deeper in my mom's hot, wet, squeezing pussy.

"Come on, Bob," Kirsten was saying. "Join us... please."

"I certainly hope you're not going to take that nice cock away before I have a chance to suck it, Bob darling," mom said, looking up from Kirsten's pussy.

Bob's eyes were going back and forth. I could see that his inner walls were crumbling, but part of him still wanted to grab his clothes and get the hell out of there. We didn't want that to happen, but if it did, I still had my contingency plan.

Sis's face was getting that "I'm gonna come" look, and mom's cunt was clenching at me in a very familiar way. I was getting close myself. Our voices rose in a chorus, when suddenly, with a cry of anguish and lust, Bob rushed over and joined us, kneeling at Kirsten's side.

She turned and sucked him deep into her mouth. That was all I needed to trigger my orgasm--my cock exploded and starting shooting cum into my mother. Kirsten was next, and although she kept Bob's cock in her mouth (barely), her head stopped moving up and down as shudders broke like waves over her body.

"Mmmmmmm!" she said, and her nostrils flared. "Ooooooh YES!" I heard my mom's muffled voice say as her cunt squeezed the last drops of cum out of me and she drank Kirsten's cum.

Bob exploded too. "Oh yes... oh my god... yes!" And I saw my baby sister's little throat swallowing the drops of his cum until he was left absolutely spent. Now he was ours. He'd never be able to tell on or blackmail us, because he was in on it too, and of his own free will.

I was glad mom had had enough time to tell Kirsten what we needed to get him to do, and I was glad we hadn't had to use my contingency plan after all. That plan--to tell Bob mom was pregnant and that he was the father--was risky, anyway, but we'd figured by the time he knew she wasn't pregnant we could be in India.

Now, though, none of that would be necessary. We could stay right here. Bob could fuck mom. I could fuck mom. Mom could fuck Kirsten. Bob could fuck Kirsten. Hell, he could even marry her, now that mom had shown him the proper way to lay a woman--and now that we had a way to make sure he treated Kirsten right for the rest of his life. And I could fuck Kirsten. And would, whether they were married or not. No outsiders were ever coming before this family.

"I still can't believe this," Bob was saying, later that night. I looked down at the hot-assed women lined up side-by-side underneath us as we slammed our cocks into them, me into my mother, him into Kirsten. I looked at the way they were kissing each other even as we did it, their hands reaching out to caress each other's breasts.

"Believe it," I said.

THE END