Incest/Taboo Keep It in the Family

The feelings zinging through me were so intense my body felt as if it wanted to burst apart, but at the same time I wanted them to last and last, to build even more pressure inside me until I flew into pieces all over the room. It was taking all of my concentration to try to match what she was doing to me with my hands and mouth, and time simply stopped. I have no idea how long or short the time was when we were fucking each other like this. Maybe I even passed out from the intensity of feelings she was giving me? Or maybe the intensity turned seconds into hours of pleasure in my brain?

I wanted to come so badly, to get release, and let my body relax, but at the same time I wanted this experience to carry on, and I felt I wouldn't care if this was the last experience I ever had, making me die in ecstasy. Silly bitch, you're probably thinking, and you'd be right, of course. In the deepest corner of my brain my survival instinct must have kicked in, and I came.

I don't know how I managed to keep her tit in my mouth as I writhed around on the bed, both hands still between her legs, one approaching from each side of me. She wasn't going to give up that easily, though, and even as my hips were still bucking like made in the heat of my orgasm, she started rubbing harder on my clit, and her fingers seemed to be pulling both my holes impossibly wide. Fuck, I came again, my scream muffled as my mouth refused to release her tit.

Shit, I wasn't sure if I actually had died, and if so, was this heaven or hell, because as soon as I started to come down, the fucking bitch stepped up the pace and pressure of her thumb, which was circling and going hard across my clit, as if she was trying to snap it off, and her fingers, still open, pumped faster in my asshole and my cunt.

"FU..."

This time I really did lose consciousness, as the third climax hit me, knocking me completely senseless, the way a freak wave can wipe out even the most skilled surfer who has amazed audiences with their ability to ride even a tunnel wave until it runs out of energy. I must have let her tit go as I gasped for breath, and tried to scream out for assistance, then I went under, sucked down as the wave threw me this way and then that, never letting me catch my breath for a second.

I was laid on the bed, panting, my fingers still inside both my holes, wriggling around as it seemed wave after wave of orgasm washed over me, but gradually getting softer, when I heard voices next to me.

"I do love her, Michael, but your Mom is such a cunt, isn't she, not inviting the two most important men in her life to join her on camera."

"You're right, Dad. Look at the dirty bitch - lets show her how real men fuck her."

I opened my eyes, and saw my elder son, Michael getting on the bed next to me. I tried to speak, and explain that I loved both of them just as much as the others, and enjoyed them inside me just as much, but before I had a chance to get anything out, Michael rammed his cock into my mouth. I was still panting, and it caught be off guard, and I couldn't help choking, coughing the cock clear of my mouth, but as soon as I caught my breath, Michael drove it in again hard.

I felt a hand grab the one entering my butthole from behind, and before my sphincter had time to close, I felt my husband's cock replacing it, penetrating my bowels far deeper than my fingers could manage. My other hand was still completely inside my vagina, and sharp spears of what felt like red-hot sparks shot through my belly, as his cock rammed into my hand.

"Go on, son, fuck your slutty mother's mouth. Let's see if we can both come in each of her holes, and work it so that she's always got one of us inside her, while the other recovers. That'll teach her to let the rest of her family fuck her hard, but not us."

All of a sudden, I realised that with the way they were talking, and the aggressive way they had invaded my mouth and ass, my husband and my elder son were pretty much raping me. They had every reason, of course, to expect that I would consent, had they asked me, and I would have done, but I wondered whether they actually would have stopped if I'd asked them to.

Charlie and I had played at him raping me when we were young, though we always agreed a safe word beforehand. I'd forgotten just how much I had enjoyed it. And now the thought of being taken without my consent somehow fitted the whole scene, and it sent shivers of lust and excitement through me, making my nipples stiffen even more, and my cunt leak like a tap, although it was being neglected.

The two of them pumped away in me like crazy. I had recovered enough to realise that it was me I'd fucked, not another woman, but the rest of my brain was still away with the birds, as my cunt regained control. From the way my husband and son were using me, it seemed that they had been taken over by the same extreme violent urges that I had earlier, and no, although I didn't want to, I wasn't sure I could stop them using me if I'd tried.

There were only two of them, while I'd had four in me earlier, but the way they were going at me was generating similar sensations. My mind was calling up the previous experience, and seemed to be adding them together, so my stupid brain imagined I was being fucked by six men, all at the same time.

"Fuck, Dad. I've only just got married, but I can't hold back from coming in my mother's mouth. Keep pounding her ass until I recover, then I'll take over. Uuugghhh!"

Michael always did have a lot of spunk, but even so, he surprised me. I felt his cock give pulse after pulse in my mouth, each time firing a stream of his white, strong-tasting semen into my mouth. I struggled to swallow it all, unable to stop some escaping from my lips. When he pulled out, I tried to lick it all up, but I lost concentration as my son not only started playing with my clit, but pushed two fingers into my cunt, joining my own hand embedded in the warm, wet cavern between my legs.

Shit, Charlie must have been able to feel more resistance against his cock, and I knew he must be able to see his son's fingers brutally stretching my hole, sending my arousal level soaring. God, I was going to come again. Michael ground his fingers against my clit, as Charlie stepped up the speed of his thrusts into my asshole, making obscene noises on each stroke.

"FFFFUUUCKKKK!" I screamed as I came yet again, unable to control the jerking or my hips, which meant my hand was forced hard into my vagina, punching against my husband's cock as my asshole was forced towards him, and his cock driven into my tight hole.

I had to admire his willpower, because he managed to keep driving in and out of me for longer than I ever thought possible without him coming. Shit, was my old asshole losing its tightness, and becoming slacker than the cunts he craved in his young secretaries? Apart from that thought, everything I had completely surrendered to the pleasure my son and husband were filling me with, but before I could really start to worry, my husband filled my ass with his spunk, increasing my pleasure still further. Thank goodness, at least I could still satisfy my husband with my ass, it seemed.

I knew that despite the girls licking me out, I still had a good load from my brother inside my anus, a full, fresh one now from my husband, and loads from my grandfather and my elder son in my stomach, heading to join them from the other direction.

Charlie's cock soften inside me, and as he slipped out of my asshole, I felt a stream of warm liquid run down between my legs, adding to the wetness of my cum as it oozed over my pussy lips. I felt empty, and not yet fully satisfied. Surely, they weren't going to stop there, were they? I should have known I wouldn't have to worry.

"Here you are son. Her asshole is nice and slippery from my cum. Ram your cock up her and dump another load in your slutty Mom's ass."

I felt and saw movement around me, although the truth was that I barely knew where I was, my brain was so addled by all of the sex. I felt one of my butt cheeks being pulled up, and I knew my son and my husband were inspecting my holes, which were now revealed to them in all their glory.

"Look, Dad, look at your spunk hanging out of her asshole, and look how messy her cunt is. Pull her open, Dad, and push some of that spunk up her vagina, while I ream out her butt again."

"Aagghh!" I yelled, as my son drove his cock into my ass so hard, that even with the lubrication from his father's semen, the suddenness of it sent a ripple of pain through me, added to immediately, as my husband pulled my cunt open, and rammed the spunk covered fingers of both his hands inside me.

They then abused me all over again, this time with my son's cock in my shit hole rather than my husband's. He had moved around, used his hands to force my mouth open, and he put his semi-flaccid cock inside.

"Suck me hard again, bitch. Show me how much you still want your secretary-fucking husband."

For the second time that afternoon my mouth was filled with the taste of spunk, this time my husband's rather than my grandfather's, mixed with the disgusting taste of the inside of my anus, and I gagged as I thought about what was in my mouth.

"Don't play about, Susan, I know you can take me right in, so swallow my cock that's just come out of your ass."

I was now certain that I had no choice in the matter. My husband was going to fuck my mouth with his dirty cock whatever I tried to do, and the way my son was driving in and out of my butt left no doubt that he wasn't going to stop until he dumped his load inside my bowels, alongside his father's.

I sucked on my husband's cock, using all my skill to coax him back to full stiffness. It didn't take long, and then he grabbed both sides of my head, and fucked my mouth and throat as violently as he had my ass, which was now being savaged by my son, whose strokes were deeper and faster into me than I had thought possible. Between the two of them, my body was being tossed around like garbage in a whirlpool, and it was all I could do to get my hand down between my legs, and start playing with my clit. So fucking Ra*e me, you bastards, I thought, but I'm going to enjoy it as much as you do, losers.

I wasn't surprised that Michael didn't last very long, the way he was going at me. As I felt his body stiffen, and his cock give three massive thrusts into me, I knew his spunk was mixing with his father's inside my anus. Just the thought of it excited me, let alone the wonderful sensations from his stretching my hole, and I rubbed hard on my clit, determined to come as well.

My husband was still violating my mouth, when, as my son's cock came out of my bum hole, I came. I couldn't scream, but as my body felt ripped into shreds from the intensity of my orgasm, I must have clamped my jaws together, so Charlie did it for me, as my teeth tried to sink into his cock as his stroke forced it back down my throat.

I felt my son's hands pulling my cunt open again. "Fucking hell, Dad, she such a slut she's been playing with herself, even as we've been force-fucking her."

I'd relaxed my jaw, and I would have given a little smile, because my husband could only make gasping noises in reply, as the pain in his cock hadn't gone away. I was just feeling satisfied with that little bit of payback, when my cunt felt as if it were being torn open. My son had tried to get both hands in me, then when he couldn't manage it, he took one hand out, grabbed mine from where I was still stroking the front of my slit, and tried to force that in alongside his other hand.

I'd had my hand in me earlier, so I knew that would work, but his hands were so much bigger than mine that even he had to give up. Instead, he bent over and took a huge bite of one of my butt cheeks, biting in and holding his teeth tight into me. I jerked as the pain hit me, and at the same time my son changed his approach to my cunt. He put what must have been all of his fingers from one hand as far into my vagina as he could, pinching them against his thumb which was outside, rubbing my clit.

Did he really believe the myth of the G-spot? If he had, and if I'd had one, he would have been in the perfect place, but whatever, he wasn't taking any chances as with the other hand he grabbed my clit, squeezing it between his fingers, and trying to pull it out of me. Fuck, it felt amazing. The hand that was in me was massaging the parts of my clit that were inside me, while the other hand was sending ice cold shivers through me as he tortured the exposed nub of it.

I thought I knew how to get myself off better than anyone except my sister, maybe, but my son was proving me wrong. My legs were jerking around, and my whole body was quivering as the almost unbearable sensations he was generating in my cunt radiated through my body, bouncing back as they met others as my husband raped my mouth with his cock. Once again, I felt as if I was floating outside my body, floating on an invisible sea of pleasure and lust, totally at the mercy of my son and husband.

I knew my husband was coming in my mouth, and it must have been an automatic reaction for me to swallow, as it was filled with spurt after spurt of spunk from his pulsating cock. My son must have seen my husband ejaculating in my mouth, because he stepped up the speed of his fingers on my clit, and that and having to struggle to swallow my husband's jizz, sent me over the edge.

"SSSSShit!" I screamed, managing to send globs of saliva and sperm flying out of my mouth, as all of my muscle, ,right throughout my body, took on a life of their own.

I thought my son would stop after I'd come, but he didn't. He just kept tweaking, stroking, rubbing my clit, and massaging the inside of my vagina. Fuck, I've never had any trouble having multiple orgasms, and I loved them, but normally I need a couple of minutes rest between them, because after I have come once, everything is so sensitive that even the lightest touch is almost too much to tolerate.

"Stop! Michael, stop!"

He didn't, of course, and deep down I didn't really want him to either, although his fingers on my clit felt like red-hot pokers, and my body was squirming around trying to get away from him. And all the time I seemed to be coming, like one massive orgasm, with the most unbelievably intense spikes added on, as my cunt tripped my body into what was supposed to be another release, but which never came, and the next one hit me before I'd barely come down at all.

It felt as if it went on for ever. I barely could even remember my name, or who was fucking me, and I started to wonder if I would ever be able to get back to normal after this. In reality, it must have been only five or ten minutes, but enough anyway for my son's cock to get hard enough for him to shove it back in my cunt, slipping in just so easily, as my hole was saturated with my cum and the residue of his and my husband's sperm which had leaked from my asshole.

My clit was given a brief respite while my son changed our positions, so he could penetrate me more deeply, and when he rammed in me, I could feel his pubes tickling my labia. My whole body was buzzing and zinging still, as if I'd just drunk twenty or thirty double espressos straight down, or swallowed an overdose of amphetamines, and I could hear as well as feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, underneath my aching tits, which were now getting attention again from my husband.

"Come on, Dad, get yourself going again. She made me and Tony both fuck her cunt at the same time, and she loved it, but I reckon you and I can do even better than that."

Yes, he was right, out of everything I'd done, what I loved most of all was two cocks working away in my cunt at the same time. I was pretty sure that my husband's cock would be no match for my younger son's, which was longer and thicker, but fuck, I couldn't wait to find out. My son laid back, and pulled me over backwards on to him, presenting my stuffed pussy to my husband. I opened my eyes, and saw Charlie stroking his cock, trying to bring it back to life, though he didn't seem to be having a lot of success.

"Come on Charlie. Just shut your eyes and imagine I'm that tight-cunted secretary you keep screwing whenever you can. With your son already up me, I bet my hole will feel even tighter than hers. Imagine it is her you are raping, and not your wife, you cheating bastard."

Oh yes. I thought that would do the trick, and it did.

"You really want this, do you Susan? Well here you are."

Shit, he might have been a bit careful just how he entered me, but he fucking wasn't, just ramming his cock into his son's as he pulled out of me a bit, then drove forward.

"Aagghh!" I yelled again, as his cock hit the already stretched skin at the front of my cunt, pushing it up inside me until it would go no further, but was forced to open more than was normal. After seconds of gorgeous agony, it snapped back into place as his cock ploughed the length of my vagina.

Although I'd managed to recover a bit during all of this, only the slightest touch was needed on my clit to fill me with that unbearable, adorable pain of sexual ecstasy, as I discovered as both my son and my husband decided it needed to be played with again.

To make matters worse, or better you might think, the stupid woman being shafted by two cocks in the same hole, decided that her tits needed some attention as well, and started squeezing her own nipples until she could bear it no more. I was back again into that land of sexual limbo that I was in when I was fucking myself earlier. All I could feel was the hammering my cunt was getting and the torment my breasts were suffering, completely unconscious of anything else around me, though I did manage to gasp out a few things in a strangled voice I could barely recognise.

"Fuck me harder. Fuck my sloppy wet cunt. Fill me with spunk, and make me come."

Given it was their third time in quick succession, the boys couldn't help taking a bit longer than usual, and even with all of our cum easing the way, the opening of my hole was burning like the worst sunburn I'd ever had by the time they managed it. All that time, the bastards had been pacing their fingers on my clit, and so had the bitch of a woman squeezing my tits, all of them managing to keep me right on the very edge of coming, leaving me dying to come, but at the same time wanting to stay on the edge for as long as I could.

"I'm going to come in her Dad..."

"So am I son..."

Then my cunt exploded, as my body surrendered, and I came, violently, messily as my body jumped around, pulling their cocks out of my vagina, and spraying spunk all over my ass and my pussy, while my vagina seemed to be trying to wash out what spunk had entered it, by gushing out my own cum. It was magical, delightful, unbelievable, but even as I enjoyed it, I knew that I just couldn't stand any more of it. I'd heard someone use the expression 'shagged out' but until now I had no real understanding of what it meant. Everything went black.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I came round, Chrissy was stood next to me, still holding the camera.

"That was fucking awesome, Sis, and we got it all on film."

Another voice made me turn my head. "CHRISTINE! Leave your sister alone now, you can see she needs a bit of peace."

It was my mother, of course, knelt beside me, my father standing behind her.

"You've let yourself get carried away, Susan, like you did as a child, when you had a temper tantrum with your sister, mainly, or sometimes your brother. Come on, let me help you have a shower and clean you up, then your father and I will take you to bed with us for an early night, like we did when you were little."

I couldn't believe it. When I looked around, the lights were on, and it was dark outside. My parents had to help me up, as my legs felt like jelly, and none of the rest of my body seemed properly connected, like one of my dolls when the rubber bands connecting the arms and legs started to perish, and they wouldn't stay in place, ending up in impossible positions.

I'd completely forgotten about my temper tantrums when I was what, maybe five or six, or even younger, but a memory came back to me of a fight with Chrissy, when I thought she'd hidden my favourite toy car, and wouldn't give it back. I was sure that she was lying to me when she said she hadn't had it, and I remembered hitting her, stamping my feet, crying my heart out until I was sobbing uncontrollable, then holding my breath until I fainted.

It was only Mom slapping me hard across the back of my legs that jerked me back into breathing again, but then I was back to sobbing, which nothing was able to stop, even when Mom found the car under one of the arm chairs, proving that my sister hadn't touched it after all. I remembered my parents carrying me upstairs, and Mom giving me a wash and getting me into my nightdress, before she changed herself, then carried me into the bed, where I snuggled between my pyjama-clad father, and my mother, who hugged me until I fell asleep. I remembered her telling me later,that neither of them got much sleep as I sobbed for hours, keeping them awake.

And that was pretty much what they did this time, though with a few striking differences. First they showered with me, between them washing all of my outside, and one or both of them using their fingers to get the worst out of my holes, before my Mom douched them both thoroughly. I was still in a daze, yet still I remembered having to show her how to use a douche only months earlier, and I let out a little giggle, which took them both by surprise.

They dried me off in my lovely soft bath towels, then to my surprise, my father picked me up bodily, and carried me into the bedroom, where they gave me a cuddle sandwich, which again was the same, yet different. This time we were all naked: my mother's breasts were pressed against mine, and my father's semi-flaccid cock was pushed against my butt as we spooned. It wasn't sexual, though, not at all, and for once, I don't think I could have coped with any more activity between my legs.

"You know we love you, darling, don't you?" my Mom asked softly, after kissing me tenderly on my lips.

"Because we do, Susan. And we're proud of you, and of Christine and Brian, but you don't always need to try to show you are the best, darling," Dad added.

I could feel my eyes filling with more tears, but tears of happiness this time. "I love you too, Mom, Dad. I'm so glad we've discovered what we are..." and before I'd worked out how to complete the sentence, I was asleep in their arms.

The following day, when I woke up, I'd come on. I guess Mom must have known that Chrissy, Jade and I were all due, so she'd slipped a tampon in me while I was asleep. We'd only just got the final filming of the family trying to get Jade pregnant done in time, so now she could stop taking the pill.

My parents and grandparents went back home to celebrate Thanksgiving with some of the reunited family, including Julia and her new baby boy, Ryan, as close as she could get to her father's name, Brian, without causing too much confusion. For the rest of us, what with our periods and the excitement of the wedding, it was a bit of an anti-climax, but at least we managed to edit down most of the footage we had shot. Posting the wedding and impregnation scenes had to wait till after Tony had got Jade pregnant, of course, but the sequence of me taking the four generations of men, then women, then myself and finally my husband and son kicked up a real storm, even at the high-end price we'd put on them.

Once that was over, the kids all went back to college, leaving Jade, me and Chrissy alone again, with Charlie and Tony coming back in the evenings. As soon as Jade's period finished, most of my evenings were taken up filming her and Tony fucking. I'd argued that we only needed one good session, since viewers weren't to know exactly when conception happened, and anyway, with such frequent fucking it could be sperm from a few days earlier that did the trick, but Jade insisted that she wanted to have the actual conception on video, even if it she uncertain which it was.

Of course, church activity kicked into hyperdrive in the run up to Christmas, with us doing carols in many of the shopping centres around. It always seemed that there were more problems of homelessness and domestic violence at that time of year. Fortunately, though we had snow, it was no more than we were used to dealing with, but after riding the snow blower in the days, filming and church activities in the evening, I was often pretty tired by the time I got to bed, and I didn't get much action. Tony wanted to keep every one of his wiggly little sperm to compete in the race into Jade's womb, and most often, when I got to bed, Chrissy and Charlie were there already, and she'd already had the first bite of the cherry, if you get what I mean.

Naturally we were all on tenterhooks, wondering if Jade actually had become pregnant. She had found a temperature monitor and an app on her phone, so she got real-time readings and the wretched thing would beep at all sorts of inconvenient times to tell her that this was a good time to conceive. At least we were pretty sure that she actually had ovulated, which was by no means certain the first cycle after coming off the pill.

Even so, we used all our self-discipline not to test her pee every day with one of the most sensitive modern pregnancy testing kits, as we couldn't cope with the prospect of disappointment after the false positives which they often give. No, we'd decided to wait until she missed her first period, which like mine and Chrissy's, was due on Christmas Day itself.

When I woke up on Christmas morning, I'd already come on, my tampon already looking like a missing piece of Santa Claus's costume in red with white around the edge. My parents had come back for Christmas Day, and we'd all slept in a bit, as we'd all been to midnight mass the evening before. We were running late so I didn't get a chance to ask Jade if she had come on as well, before we went to the joyful morning service. Her face gave nothing away, so I guessed she hadn't come on, but that a few hours was really too soon to make a judgement anyway.

I love Christmas, though I regret the way it has become so commercialised, and the real meaning of it is becoming lost. This is why we always went to both Christmas services, and why we only gave each other small presents, intended to be heavy with meaning, but light on the purse. As soon as we got back from church, we got our Christmas meal, which we'd left roasting in the oven, then opened our presents.

As an example of the sort of thing we gave this first year of incest, I'd given Charlie a cock ring in the shape of Rudolph the Reindeer, and he'd given me a vibrator that lit up and played 'Jingle Bells" when it was turned on. The novelty of that, I suspected wouldn't last long, but it was a 'made in Taiwan' thing that looked pretty flimsy, so I reckoned I'd wear it out pretty soon anyway. I'd given Chrissy some nipple tassels with bells on, which by coincidence might work quite well with the vibrator, and I'd given my daughters some nipple suckers with a sprig of plastic holly on the ends.

Someone, maybe Tony as it was the sort of thing he'd do, had given my Mom a board game called 'Fuck Me', and we were all getting ready to have a game, though having me, Chrissy and Jade on was going to dampen things down a bit, when we heard a yell from upstairs.

"Quick, everyone. Quick, come and help me."

We recognised Jade's voice, but it had an urgency about it that frighten me, if no one else, and I wondered if she'd fallen, or had some sort of problem. We all dashed upstairs to find her sat on the toilet, her legs apart, waving a strip of paper with a visible blob of blue at the end.

"Look, I'm pregnant, everyone!"

Of course, we all clapped and cheered, and Tony managed to push past everyone to go and sit on his wife's lap, as she sat on the toilet with her legs still open, giving us a lovely view of her cunt with a few last drops of pee falling into the bowl.

"This is the best Christmas present ever!" Tony shouted, then kissed Jade on her mouth.

I went down stairs to open the champagne. Of course, our plans for the rest of the day were thrown out of the window, as talk turned to babies, and our own experiences of being young. There lots of stories from Mom about what Chrissy, Brian and I got up to as kids, though I don't ever remember being quite that naughty.

The more champagne we sunk, though Tony was careful not to let Jade have more than a glass or two given her condition, the more raucous we became. Well, when I say we, I mainly me us women, and at some point the boys went off to watch 'Gremlins' on the on-demand TV channel, and we all went to bed a bit worse for wear, except Jade.

One the following day, Boxing Day, my parents headed off early to join with my grandparents and great uncles and aunts, and we asked them to give our best to Julia and Ryan. Michael and Laura went off to visit her old roommates, and his team buddies, hoping to negotiate some swapping around, so they could share a room for the next semester.

My daughters and Chrissy's boys were going to some sort of disco in the evening, staying over with college friends, and after getting up late, they spent most of the day seemingly trying to work out what to wear. As far as I could tell, it seemed mainly to consist of Chloe and Lucy trying to outdo the other in how much of their nipples and pussies they wanted to risk being on show when they danced, with Jason and Jude egging them on, of course.

Jade, Chrissy and I spent most of the day looking at the online sales, which were already live, looking for maternity wear, and everything you can possibly imagine, and a lot I couldn't until I saw it online, for the baby. It also turned out that Jade actually had run more pregnancy tests, which with hindsight explained the satisfied grin I'd seen on her face a few times recently, and Tony was going through all the videos of him fucking her, trying to work out which was the one where she conceived.

Overall, it was a quiet day, so quiet that in the afternoon, Charlie said he'd go into the office to catch up on some of the paperwork, taking just a turkey sandwich with him, saying he'd eaten too much the day before. However, I was pretty sure that he was actually going to deliver a present to his secretary, right up one of her tight little holes, no doubt.

It got even quieter, as after dinner, Jade and Tony went back to their own house, and I imagined they were going to celebrate in a similar way to my husband and his secretary, after they watched the video which Tony was convinced was the one that did the trick. This left Chrissy and I on our own. We cuddled up on the couch together, and watched 'Edward Scissorhands' again on-demand, having a good cry as usual, though I just got the sense that Chrissy wasn't quite herself, somehow.

"Why don't we go to bed and have a cuddle again, like when we were young?" I suggested.

We went upstairs to the bathroom together, and after we'd cleaned our teeth and put our clothes in the laundry bin, leaving us naked except the little white string hanging down between our legs. I picked up the box of tampons, as I always changed to a new one overnight.

"Here you are, Chris," I said, handing her the box, but her face suddenly changed to an expression I couldn't quite fathom.

"Um ... I need to tell you something, Suz ... um ... I should have done it yesterday, really, but ..."

"For goodness sake, spit it out, Chris, anyone would think you're going to tell me the world's going to end, from the look on your face," I said, smiling at her.

"Well ... maybe it almost is ... but ... fuck it ... just pull my tampon out, Susan."

"Don't be silly, Chris, it's bad enough having to do mine, let alone yours..."

"Just fucking do it, Susan. Please."

She'd called me Susan twice, so I knew it was serious, and my heart started thumping wondering whether it was cancer, or something. Anyway, she put one leg up on the toilet seat, and I grabbed the dangling length of string and pulled down. As it came out, I could see it was almost as white as when it went in, just a bit discoloured from her normal secretions.

I was totally stunned, unable to get my brain around what this meant. "What the fuck, Chris? What's going on?"

"Well, I'm also pregnant, Susan. I came off the pill the same time as Jade."

My first thought, as my brain understood the message, was that we'd let incest go too far, and whatever was growing inside her might come out deformed or with genetic abnormalities. "But ... but ... I don't understand? Do you know who the father is? Surely my father and my sons, at least, have fucked you since then?"

"Oh, I know who the father is, alright. It's Charlie, your husband. You were so busy with filming, editing and carol singing that you didn't notice that Charlie was fucking me several times each evening."

I stood there with my mouth open, trying to take it in. My twin sister was having a baby with my husband! I swear I didn't notice what I was doing, as my right arm went back, then swung forward fast, as I slapped her as hard as I could across her cheek. The noise of flesh meeting flesh reverberated around the bathroom, and as my hand came back, I could see a bright red imprint of it developing on her face.

"You fucking bitch, Christine. You always tried to take my toys away when we were girls, then you tried to steal my boyfriends, and now you've taken my husband. I'm going to fucking kill you!" I screamed at her.

I think as I said it, I really meant it. Anyway, Christine thought I did, and with a look of terror on her face, she turned and ran out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, crying and sobbing. I was between her and the bedroom door, and it seemed she was trying to get to the other side of the bed, so I flung myself at her from behind.

The force of me colliding with her sent her flying across the bed, with me on top of her. She was kicking out, waving her arms around, trying to turn over, so she could throw me off of her, and get across the bed. An elbow connected hard with one of my tits, which hurt so much I must have loosened my grip on her, and she managed to turn on to her back, and start to kick herself away from me.

If I was angry before, I was even more so now as my breast was throbbing with pain. I pulled myself up, and threw myself forward again, aiming my knee at her belly, planning to hold her down and put my hands around her neck.

"STOP SUSAN! I'll lose the baby!"

What she said flashed though my brain in the split second my body was in the air. Was I really trying to make her miscarry? Not consciously, but did some deep, unconscious corner of my brain make me do it? God, how could I ever forgive myself, let alone Charlie and my sister, if that was what I did? Fortunately, I must have managed to change my trajectory a bit, and I also straightened my leg a little. As I landed on her, I pushed myself off of her belly, though my knee went between her legs, and caught her hard, right on her cunt.

She let out a strangled cry, as the air emptied out of her lungs, and her body tried to double up under me, "Aaaaaaaagh!"

Men seem to think it's only them that suffers if they get hit in the balls, but I can tell you, its excruciating for a woman to be hit right under their pussy as well, and if it really is so much worse for men, then I'm truly sorry for them.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't mean to hurt you ... really."

By this time we were both in tears, and I hugged her to me, trying to make up for what I had done, and even more what I nearly did, though I was still hurt and angry with her. Slowly she seemed to recover, and eventually was able to start gasping out a few words.

"Yes you did, Susan, The thing is, though, that I love Charlie. Given we are identical twins, it's not such a surprise that we'd fall in love with the same man. But you're wrong about one thing. You're the one who took Charlie from me, remember? He was going out with me first, until we had that big row when I wouldn't let him fuck me in the ass, and then he asked you out instead. I guess you let him, because from then on he never came back to me, but stayed with you."

I'd forgotten all about that, and although now I searched my mind, I remembered there had been a row, I didn't know what it was about, and I hadn't even realised that Chrissy was that keen on Charlie.

"Oh, Chris, I'm sorry, I never realised that you felt that way about Charlie. But you're wrong, actually, because we came across an old copy of the Kama Sutra, and I managed to keep him interested in mastering all of the positions and techniques, so he only fucked my pussy, at least until well after you'd met Karl, and you were going to get married."

"That's your problem, Susan, you're so full of yourself, that you don't notice what effect you're having on people around you, and don't even notice how they are feeling. I only went with Karl, because I wanted to show you and Charlie I didn't care, and because I knew his work would take me away from you, so I wouldn't have to suffer the pain of seeing you and Charlie together all the time."

Surely this couldn't be true? Hadn't I always loved and cared for my twin sister? Surely I couldn't have been so stupid that I hadn't spotted her suffering? No, it had to be that she just wanted Charlie for herself, hadn't it?

"So, I suppose when he turned up in Alaska, and your marriage was in trouble, you let him fuck you? No wonder he spent so long away from me. I knew he was fucking someone, but I didn't realise it was my bitch of a twin sister," was what came out of my mouth, my tears really flowing again, but even as I said it, I realised it was much more harsh and hurtful than I'd intended.

"I wish I had now, but no, I deliberately kept out of the way because he was yours, and how was I to know he'd pick up my whore of a daughter? Can't you understand how awful it was to have live with the love of my life fucking my daughter, then going home to you, when I wanted him so much. It wasn't just for Jade's sake that we moved back down to be close, you know."

"But Chris, since you've been living here, you've seen as much of Charlie as I have, and he's fucked you as much as me - no, more apparently. Surely that should have been enough for you? And anyway, you know how he cheats on me with his secretaries."

"I love you, Susan, and it's been great living with you, and you can't believe how great it was to see you watching Charlie fuck me. And yes, I've tasted his secretary's cum on him as have you, but I still can't help loving him. Surely you understand?"

"But why did you have to let him make you pregnant?"

"Doesn't every woman long to have her lover's baby grow inside them? We've both heard him say he wanted to make you pregnant, but you kept refusing him. I'd refused him as well, but the truth was that I was so fucking jealous and angry after the weddings, that I decided I wanted as much of him as you'd had, so I decided to let him."

"Chris! What on earth worried you about the wedding?"

"Almost everything. Firstly, you got thanked so much more than me. I know you had two sons, and I know you were the one who opened the door on incest, but even my daughter thanked you more than me. Everyone seemed to think I was just the useless twin, who let her husband beat her up and leave her, and her daughter become a drug-addicted prostitute, until my good twin came along like a Fairy godmother, and rescued her. And then you just went totally out of control when you got everyone to fuck you on camera. And I had to film it! Even the subscribers will be left thinking I'm just the ugly, sexless, useless sister," she said, her voice rising as she went, obviously getting more and more worked up, and ending in an explosive bout of sobbing and sniffling.

I felt as if a ton weight had just dropped on me. I was shocked and flattened and horrified at first, but then I started to shake as the prospect of what might happen in the future scared me witless. Part of the problem was that I realised she was right, damn it.

"I'm sorry. Chris. I never realised ... But Chris, what on earth is going to happen now? I'm so frightened. I don't want to lose you or Charlie. I love you both more than life. Please forgive me... please! Please don't leave me."

I noticed a change come over my sister. She stopped crying, and for the first time hugged me back, rather than seeming to try to escape from my arms.

"Oh, I'm not going to leave you, Sis. And I don't want to take Charlie from you, either. Look, we're genetically identical, so no one will be able to tell which of us was the mother, and the baby could have come out of you with exactly the same genes. It will be genetically closer to your children than mine, won't it? You don't want to go through childbirth again, but I do, so look on it as me being a sort of surrogate mother for you. This is probably the last chance I'll get to have another child.

"The only people who know that it isn't yours are you, me and Charlie. Most people can't tell us apart, though I think Jade and Tony will be able to, so we can just tell everyone at church, and all the rest of the family, that it's you having a late baby. It will have Jade's baby to grow up with, although its brothers and sisters will be already grown. Look, Suz, it really isn't my baby. It is our baby. Ours and Charlie's, who we both love."

I'd never have wanted this to happen, but yet I could understand just how Chrissy must have felt. Although I still felt uncomfortable, I could also see how we could make it work, and that it could bring the three of us, me, Chris and Charlie, even closer together.

"No, Chris. As far as the whole family is concerned, this is your baby. If they can cope with Julia and Ryan's bizarre pedigree, then this won't phase them at all. But yes, it would make it simpler if people outside thought it was mine, a late accident in family planning, I guess. Come on, give me a kiss, and let's make up, and I promise I will try not to be such a controlling bitch in future."

As we hugged and kissed, and I started to get used to the idea of my sister carrying what could have been my baby inside her, I heard a noise.

"CHARLIE you bastard," we shouted as one, as we saw who it was had come into the bedroom, "so you've decided to come back after fucking your secretary, have you?"

"That really hurts, girls. I knew Chrissy was planning to tell you Susan, and I thought I'd be better out of the way, so I went over to talk to Tony about his IT business, then I came back and have been watching you in Tony's old room, through the camera that is still here. I really thought I was going to have to come in and stop you killing each other at one point.

"I'm sorry, Susan, but the truth is I never really stopped loving Chrissy, either, and since we've been together, I realise that I love you both equally, and sometimes I can't even tell which of you I'm making love to. It's going to be wonderful as one of you grows and develops a new baby for all three of us, while the other one stays the same."

We all hugged and kissed, excited, but at least in my case, still a little bit frightened of what the future would hold.

"Well, Charlie, you'd better fuck her, hadn't you? My red flag is flying, and I know you're not keen on my bloody cunt, and given that it seems to have been at the root of the problem, I'm not letting you have my ass tonight. No, fuck your pregnant twin sister-in-law in celebration, and I'll masturbate while I watch you. I guess it will be the first of many times."

I'd always loved watching my husband's cock going in and out of my sister's cunt, and knowing that our baby was inside her, somehow just made it even better, so I came twice, once long before Charlie emptied his spunk in her, failing already in my promise not to try to always go one better.

We all showered, then Chrissy and I lay either side of our husband, as I'd started to think of him, though sleep eluded me long after the two of them were snoring away. I went back over all of the events of the previous year: Michael blackmailing me to let him fuck me, then the incest bug seemed to get me, and I fucked my other son and my daughters, before my fellow church elder told me about my family history, and I ended up fucking her, my parents, my grandparents, my sister and brother and their families, and an aunt and an uncle.

I had undoubtedly become a slut, but only in my own family, exercising the genetic heritage I was born with, and I didn't regret it one bit. I just wanted more. I wanted to fuck everyone in my family, although Tony's tree had already got to more than three hundred adults alive, and it wasn't anywhere near complete yet.

I wondered what it would be like next year when I looked back like this. I was looking forward to the inauguration event, when I would get my chance to fuck many more of my family, but would I be able to cope with it when the time came? Both Jade and Chrissy would have given birth, and we would have two young babies to look after. At least I'd have four milky breasts, which would hopefully have enough milk that some could be spared for me...

And with that thought, I fell asleep.
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