Incest/Taboo Keep It in the Family

"Look at our fucking daughter, Henry -- not only is your cock in her ass, but we're holding hands inside her vagina. Isn't she just the most massive cunt slut you've ever seen or heard about? I bet she won't be able to keep her mouth on my hole when I come, though."

It must have been the that thought - my parents holding hands inside my cunt -- that sent me over the edge, not even thinking about her last comment, just working her clit harder with my mouth, and looking forward to my father shooting his cum into my bowels, as the pressure inside me, the unbelievable pleasure, sent me rocketing skywards as we all came.

Suddenly my mouth was filled with warm, salty, pungent liquid, which I had no choice but to swallow down to avoid drowning, breathing itself being hard enough as my Mom's pussy bounded up and down hard on my face. Eventually the few brain cells which were doing anything except enjoying the beautiful, orgasmic sensations between my legs, told me what was happening. My fucking Mom was pissing into my mouth, as she was coming. Shit, it would have been too late anyway, I guess, but my hole was still so distended with the hands that nothing came out when I tried to return the compliment. What on earth else was happening I had no idea, except I could feel both my parents jerking around on top of me.

I felt Mom climb off me, then turn and look at me, her hand still alongside my father's in my pussy.

"Satisfied, darling?" she said, smiling, and my heart leapt, as I realised that she was conceding that I had beaten her in the slut stakes.

I also saw my sister, pointing the camera at me. My father pulled his softening cock from my asshole, releasing some of the pressure inside me, and he and my Mom slowly pulled their hands out of my cunt, the stab of pain not quite as dramatic as when they forced them in. I stayed there with my legs open, letting my sister film my gaping holes for everyone to see, Mom's pee still dripping off my face, as I hadn't quite managed to drink it all down.

Then someone threw me a towel, and I wiped my face off, looking around to see who was left to respond to my challenge. I thought, hoped, really, that it would be Christine and Charlie, but Chrissy just kept filming, and it was my brother Brian, and his sadistic wife Ingrid who were walking towards me.

She may have been sadistic, but she was also spectacular: tall, blond, beautifully slim, but with torpedo-like tits that seemed to thrust themselves out of her, each with a shiny golden ring dangling from the long nipple that capped her large, pink areolas. And what I hadn't seen before, was a diamond sparking at the front of her smooth, waxed cunt, drawing even more attention to her large pink lips between her legs.

"You know, Susan, that I wanted to fuck you and your sister so much that I had to leave home as soon as I was old enough. It was only you making everyone recognise their true nature, that meant I could come back home again, so if you let me fuck you once more, sure I'll forgive you," my brother said, his stiff cock bouncing as he walked the last few steps towards me, until his wife Ingrid's voice stopped him just before we could touch each other.

"Not so fast, Susan. I went to a convent school as well, so I know as much as Rosemary about the Catholic wisdom on forgiveness. Yes, you've done repentance, confession and asked and been given forgiveness, but you've forgotten about the penance. They understand that unless you have not only had verbal forgiveness, but some form of punishment, it's all too easy for guilt and doubt to slip back in.

"Yes, it might only be saying a few 'Hail Marys', but for serious sins like yours, the nuns used to birch us. Supposedly they'd even use spiked scourges on each other, and I've been elected to administer your punishment, Susan," she said, with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

My brain had been celebrating my forgiveness, and my cunt and belly were tingling with a lovely, painful ache after the treatment they'd been given, but a cold shiver went through me as I realised that it was going to be nothing compared to what I was going to get from my sister-in-law.

As she'd been speaking, she'd come to stand immediately in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes of her gorgeous, pierced tits to start with, but then she reached out, grabbed both my nipples, and squeezed and twisted them until my vision went blurry, as tears filled my eyes.

"You do want to be properly forgiven, don't you, Susan? Yes? Open your legs wide for me then."

I guess I should have seen it coming, but I didn't, perhaps because my mind was totally fixed on the excruciating pain in my tits, even when I saw her move her balance. When her kick connected with my cunt, getting it full on with the bridge of her foot, it took me totally by surprise, and all I could do was to sink to my knees, clutching my pubes, letting out a gasp as the air was forced out of me.

"That's just the start, Susan. Now eat out my asshole."

She turned her back on me, and for a second I thought I could escape, but then I felt my brother grab my hair, pull my head back, and push my face against the pink ring of his wife's anus, her large pink labia looking inviting as her slit gaped open lower down. As my tongue got it's first taste of Ingrid's ass, my brother sort of slid under me, so that I was almost sitting on his lap.

He rammed his cock up my still dripping asshole, that had so recently been vacated by our father's dick, and his hands went around me, grabbing my tits which he squeezed as hard as he could, leaving me panting for breath against Ingrid's anus as the pain spread through my chest again. I kept my tongue working on Ingrid's shit hole, though, as I knew that the pain would only be increased if I disobeyed.

"Good girl," Ingrid said, "but time to work on my cunt now. Just keep fucking her ass and pulling her nipples hard, Bri, and make her come. Don't you dare come before me, though, Susan."

I felt, as much as saw Ingrid bend further forward, put her hands around, and pull her lips wide apart. Then she moved backwards a bit before releasing her lips, which closed around my face, pulling it into her vulva as they wrapped around my cheeks, making me feel as if her hole was going to suck me right into her. I struggled to breathe, as I pushed my tongue against her clit, using it to leverage me back, so I could suck in some air, moistened and scented with the spicy juices from her vagina.

I wanted to come so bad, from the excitement of my brother's attentions to my butt and now my clit, which he was rubbing hard, sliding his fingers backwards and forwards along my slit, dragging my cum and my sons' cum back for lubrication, the beautiful taste of Ingrid's pussy, and most of all to get relief from the throbbing pain in my tits. I knew I had to use all my skill on Ingrid's cunt, so I worked my tongue on the stiff nub of her clit, and put my hand over my head so I could just about get to her holes.

I managed to force my thumb into her vagina, and I pushed two fingers past the tight sphincter of her anus, and I squeezed the flesh in between, wanting to give her some pain in return, but at the same time knowing she'd enjoy it. I could tell from her little moans, and the flow of sticky cum flowing out of her that she was. I licked along her slit, drinking down the sticky fluid, then nibbling her pink lips, and returning to her clit.

My brother was doing a fine job on me as well, his cock driving in and out of my asshole, each time he thrust into me, he slapped my butt hard, and his fingers were working their magic inside my vagina, all along my own vulva, and especially on my throbbing clit.

"FUCK!" Ingrid yelled, as my fingers and mouth sent her over the top, and she fell forward, writhing around on the floor holding her cunt as her climax sent her wild. The next moment, I also fell forward, landing on top of her as I came as well, pulling me off my brother's dick, leaving it waving in the breeze, my cum sparking down its whole length.

"You thought your brother was going to come in your ass, didn't you Susan?" Ingrid said, as we both clambered back to our feet. She was right, of course. "You haven't been punished enough yet, though, and you've one hole left unseeded, which I want him to use."

That was fine with me, as I always enjoyed my brother coming in any of my holes, or anywhere across my body, so I just smiled. Shit, I should have known to be more careful, though, as Brian pulled my arms behind my back, slipping a couple of cable ties over my wrists, and locked them together with the ties.

I nearly pissed myself, but I knew that would just excite Ingrid more when she walked over to her seat, and came back holding what looked like some bizarre form of nipple clamps, because I was pretty sure what they were going to be used for. Well, two of them, anyway, because Ingrid had nipple-clamped me before, though this time I could see she had four.

"Don't think your punishment is over, Susan," she sneered, as she tightened one of the clamps to each of my nipples, flattening them, and filling my chest with an aching void of pain.

What was odd was that each of the clamps had a long, rigid pole hanging down, with a much wider circle of metal at the bottom. I had no idea what this was for, but I had a really bad feeling about it, especially when she pushed my legs apart, and clamped the remaining two to my labia, making a clanking noise as they banged together. Now the pain spread through my pussy, my belly and my bowels, until it joined up with the ache in my tits. It was like toothache, but much, much worse.

"You fucking bitch whore cunt, Susan, start begging for everyone's forgiveness and embrace the punishment that comes with it, because only then will you truly know when you are redeemed."

I had no idea what on earth she was talking about, until she made me ask her and Brian to forgive me, and when they said yes, they each slipped a circular weight onto the metal pole dangling from each tit and cuntlips, a slot allowing them to fit snuggly then sit on the circular base. The extra weight ratcheted up the pain level, but what frightened me most was that there was plenty of space left for more weights, and if, as I suspected, she was going to make me go around everyone in the family, then I wasn't sure I would be able to bear the pain.

"Got the idea, Susan? Good, now go around everyone, one by one, and beg them to forgive you, and if they do, to add to your punishment."

It wasn't easy to walk with the weights dangling from my cuntlips, noisily banging together, and with each step, the weights on my nipples jerked, so that I had flashed of pain shooting into me. With each step, Ingrid slapped my ass hard with one of her hands. Without really thinking about it, I went to Tony and Jade first, following the order that the family had taken earlier.

"Please, Tony. Please, Jade. Forgive me, and mete out my punishment so that I know I am truly forgiven."

The little motherfuckers both had smiles on their faces, as each of them added a weight to one of the poles dangling from my tit and to my labia. And Jade, the cunt, didn't really have to get her fingers inside me just to add the weight, did she?

I moved around to Michael and Laura, and they also added weights, as did my twin daughters and their (literally) fucking cousins, then Rosemary and Hank. By then, each nipple and cuntlip had been stretched to the extreme, as they now each carried four weights. My ass was stinging like hell from Ingrid's slaps, my tits were on fire, and my cunt was aching beyond belief.

I managed to stagger over to my parents, who only made matters worse as they added another weight to each of the poles hanging so painfully from my sex organs. Surely that was it, I thought, but I was wrong.

"Keeping going, bitch," Ingrid said, slapping my ass harder than ever, so that my whole body just felt as if it were on fire from the pain, as my nipples and my cuntlips struggled to support the heavy weights on them. "What about your sister and husband?"

I saw that Charlie was now standing next to my sister, one hand stroking one of her naked tits, while the other held four of those awful weights. Chrissy was still holding the video camera, and I could see that was zooming in on my breasts, which were stretched down and out, and my nipples, which must have been twice their normal length and were now throbbing like hell. Then she dropped to her knees.

"Open her legs, Ingrid, so I can get a close-up shot of her cunt," my twin, who I thought I'd loved, said, and Ingrid used her foot to move my legs apart, the full weight of the clamps now elongating my precious labia towards breaking point.

I was barely able to gasp out, "Forgive me, please," the pain was so intense.

Of course, my cheating husband added his and my sister's weights. I screamed out, as my flesh told me it wasn't able to take any more of this.

"Now walk over to your brother and let him fuck your mouth until he comes in it, Susan," Ingrid sneered, slapping me and slapping me again, as I struggled to walk, my shoulders hunched over, my tits hanging down with my nipples burning, and each step I took seemed to make the weights between my legs jostle and clash, sending red-hot bursts of pain through my cunt.

I'd wanted to die, fucked to death by Hank's father and the other bikers, but now I felt closer it than I ever had with them. As I eventually got near my brother, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, Ingrid stepped in front of me.

"Let me relieve you of your burdens, Susan," she said.

That sounded wonderful: to lose the raging fire in my tits and cunt.If I hadn't been in as much pain, I think I would have spotted the smirk on her face. She grabbed the weights hanging from my tipples, and just yanked them as hard as she could, without loosening the clamps. I thought my fucking nipples were going to tear out of my breasts, as the pain level rocketed, making me feel sick to the pit of my stomach as my tits screamed out in agony.

I fell forwards, resting my head on Ingrid's shoulder, but she pushed me back, and yanked the clamps off my labia. It was agony, and I wanted to clutch my pussy in my hand to try to make it hurt less, but I couldn't as my hands were still tied behind my back. Helped by a push forwards from Ingrid, I took a halting step forward, before falling on to my knees between my brother's legs.

"What a perfect position, Susan. You really are a cock-loving slut, aren't you," I heard him say, as he grabbed my hair, pulled my head towards him, then jammed his cock into my mouth, forcing my head down so it filled my mouth and throat.

I barely knew what was happening, my body so full of pain. I struggled to grab my breath as my brother's dick fucked my mouth, and his wife started slapping my ass again. Well, it wasn't just my ass, because sometimes her hand connected with my cunt, re-energising the pain from the clamps. Everything started to go black around the edges. My stomach was churning. I could feel my body starting to tremble uncontrollably, and I had lost all my ability to control my body, other than fighting for breath as my brother's cock rammed in and out of my throat.

"Fuck your cunt bitch of a sister, Brian. Make her swallow your cum, so all three of her holes have been filled as part of her penance."

Between them they seemed to get into a rhythm, as my brother's cock drove down my throat, Ingrid sIapped my butt and pussy, reminding me of the sort of rhythm of a tribal drum beat. It almost seemed as if my body was jerking in time with it, like a voodoo doll. I could feel that my brother was close to coming, but I seemed to be losing consciousness, my limbs taking a life of their own, and my brain shutting down.

Then I felt a terrible pain in my cunt. My last thought was that Ingrid had kicked me so hard, that she had practically lifted me off the floor. I collapsed as I felt Brian's cum shoot into my mouth and throat. I threw up, covering his dick with all of the sperm and pee I'd drunk from Mom's vagina. Everything went black.
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God, there were so many times that I worried that Susan's mother, my sister, and I had set up something too brutal for her. We watched everyone fuck her after they said they'd forgive her, but if fucking was going to cure her problem, then if Aaron's bikers hadn't managed it, let alone me and my son Hank, we were sure that it wouldn't be enough.

It was clear that Susan must have had some form of depression, apparently set of by Charlie getting her twin sister pregnant, triggering her supressed guilt over her fucking the African missionary visiting priest, her subsequent abortion, and most of all, the way that it left fertile, but unable to conceive. Just the way she'd hidden it for almost twenty years showed how deeply it had scarred her.

Martha and I knew all about guilt from our strict religious upbringing, me cheating on her, having a child with her husband, and her hiding her own children's sexual genetics from them for even longer than Susan had kept her own secret. In my case, I knew first-hand about the Catholic approach to confession, penance and forgiveness, and the way the nuns used to flagellate themselves for even the most minor bad thoughts, let alone actions could also be brutal. And oddly enough, it was Susan herself who helped us gain redemption, me, Martha and Henry. We understood after that that confession was necessary, but only with some form of punishment, perhaps anger from those who'd been hurt, was it really possible to wipe the slate clean of guilt.

But was letting Ingrid loose on Susan a bridge too far. The way she and Susan's brother fucked her wasn't much rougher than we'd expected, and we were pretty sure that only a few months ago, Susan would have enjoyed it. But when Hank and I added the weights clamped on to her nipples and labia, I couldn't stop cupping my own breast, and pushing my other hand against my pussy, as my imagination transferred some of Susan's pain to my own tits and cunt.

"We need to stop it, Rose," Martha whispered to me, starting to get up, "else I think she may end up damaged, which wasn't part of the plan, was it?"

"No, Martha, let it play out," I replied, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to her seat.

The truth was that even I was starting to get concerned, as Ingrid kept beating Susan's ass hard, and she seemed to be in danger of choking on her brother's cock, even though we'd seen her take her sons and father, and many more like that without a problem, Then we saw her start to visibly shake, and when Ingrid kicked her cunt mercilessly, neither of us could contain ourselves any longer, and we rushed forward, just in time to see Susan throw up all over her brother, then slide down to the floor, her body jerking around, and her legs and arms flailing around uncontrollably.

We weren't the only ones to rush to her, of course, and Ingrid looked easily as concerned as anyone else. The trouble was that there was really nothing we could do, except to make sure she didn't swallow her tongue, because I knew that this could happen to someone having an epileptic seizure, and this looked just like it. Gradually, though, her movements started to calm down, and we were able to get her into the recovery position, where she lay, motionless, not reducing our worry at all.

"Oh. Hi, everyone, what just happened?" Susan said, as she sat up, opened her eyes, and looked at us all staring at her.
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The first thing I was aware of was voices, sounding concerned about something or other, but I wasn't sure what. Wait, though, surely I recognised some of them, and hang on, what was I doing curled up on such a hard surface? I opened my eyes, and pushed myself up. I looked around at all the anxious faces, and gradually I started to remember what had happened.

"Are you alright, Susan," Mom asked, "we were all worried about you."

"Well, apart from the fact that my tits, ass and cunt are hurting like crazy, and I smell of puke, then, yes, I think I am."

"Come on darling, let me and Rose help you to shower and clean up, while the others get something to eat."

As my sister and aunt helped me to my feet, and steadied me as I walked, somewhat jerkily, to the big bathroom, I realised that yes, indeed I was feeling alright. Actually, better than alright, apart from my aching body. When I thought about it, I was aware what had happened, and why, but it seemed like a lifetime ago, and no longer important.

Somehow, it seemed as if someone had pressed Ctrl-Alt-Del on my brain, wiped out all the hurt and guilt I'd felt, and restored my system back to normal. Maybe the Catholics had got it right? But then a memory of an old talk at school came back to me.

I could only have been eleven at most, but goodness knows why, we'd had a talk from a doctor who had studied witch doctors and voodoo mamas. It was so long ago, that showing a film of black women shaking their tits around to a relentless drum beat to pre-pubertal mixed gender kids wasn't seen as in any way inappropriate. Maybe it was when we were doing African geography?

Anyway, the point was that he said that witch doctors and voodoo priests actually could cure some diseases, especially things like depression, by using the music and beat of the drums to get people to go into a trance. I remember being frightened as several barely clothed men and women, fell to the ground, their limbs thrashing around, which surely couldn't be good? But then they recovered, when they all said how much better they felt, and they looked it. The doctor said that this sort of catharsis was perhaps related to the electro-shock therapy that had been discontinued a bit earlier, and to stories of religious fervor, where believers went into some sort of a trance. The point was, though, it worked.

Obviously Mom and Rosemary knew even more about guilt and repentance than I'd realised. Once in the shower, I managed to persuade them that I was good, and my Mom and aunt, all of us naked, soaped me and washed me all over, though I surprised them, let alone me myself, when I let their fingers clean out my holes, but I begged them not to play with me, because everything between my legs still felt on fire. We put on robes, and went back to the dining area, where someone had ordered pizza for everyone.

I saw Ingrid walking towards me, her face still looking concerned. "Are you really alright, Susan? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Well, not that much, anyway. I guess I just got a bit carried away."

I smiled back at her. "I'm fine, thank you Ingrid, and I accept your apology, but you've convinced me that repentance only really works after there has been a suitable penance -- and I'm sure I'll work out something for you, darling," and I kissed her full on her open mouth, pushing my tongue inside.

When I pulled away, the look on her face had changed to one of fear, tinged with a good measure of excitement, as she thought about the prospect of me getting my own back. As we ate the pizza, I brushed aside questions and concerns, and managed to steer the conversation back to Jade's and Christine's, babies the news that both Dolly and Maryellen had had theirs only a few days earlier, Michael's baseball team's worries and, of course, ideas for the marriage ceremony of Chloe, Lucy, Jude and Jason.

"Come and help me feed our baby Trinity, darling," Christine said, coming over to kiss me, and draw me towards the nursery.

"Ours? Trinity?"

"Charlie and I decided to call her that, because she has three parents. You're as much her mother as me. Not just genetically, but everyone at church still thinks it was you that was pregnant, having a late baby with your husband, not your divorced sister Christine. And Tony has hacked the birth record so her mother is recorded as Christine Susan Lewis, and we've had her DNA compared with mine and with yours from your toothbrush, and we have certificates in both cases that it was mother and daughter."

"She's beautiful, Chris," I said, my eyes welling up as I hugged the pink bundle, smelling of baby powder, her green eyes staring at me, probably trying to work out whether I really was her mother or not.

My sister propped herself up on the bed, and took Trinity from me, as I climbed over next to her. She opened her robe, and I had a glimpse of the darkened nipple, with tiny drops of white milk on it, before our new daughter clamped her mouth over it, and started enthusiastically sucking at my sisters swollen breast.

There wasn't much I could do except watch, and nor did I want to, just remembering the truly special feeling of using my own body to feed the tiny living thing that had grown inside me, causing so much pain as it came out, and then so much pleasure. Christine swapped breasts, as Trinity had emptied the first one, but then her suckling slowed down on that one as well.

"You should feed her now, Suz."

"Don't be silly, my tits are empty," I protested, as my sister took our latest arrival from her breast, which continued to leak, and handed her to me.

"She won't mind, darling," she replied, pulling my robe open, and grasping her breast and sending a spray of milk from the nipple, covering mine. "There, now let her go to sleep sucking on you, Suz."

If you've never had a baby suckle on you, you can't possibly understand how wonderful it is, even in this case if the milk she was getting was my sisters, rather than my own. I loved it, and struggled to see why I'd ever been jealous of my sister, since I was getting almost all the same pleasure of having a new life to love, without having to suffer my belly growing and the agony if delivery. It wasn't long before Trinity's eyes closed, and the tempo of her breathing showed she was deeply asleep. Christine gently took her from me, and laid her in her cot in the nursery, before coming back to me, dropping her robe at the edge of the bed, revealing how well her body had recovered from the trauma of birth.

"I love you, Susan," she said, bending over to kiss me softly on my lips. "I love Charlie, and always wanted to have a child with him, but yet having him and Trinity wouldn't have made up for losing you. I know we were apart for a long time, but since we've been back together, it felt as if someone had cut off an arm, a leg, and half my heart.

"Come here, darling, suckle on my breast -- Trinity has left plenty of milk for you."

My sister, my beautiful twin sister, pulled me over to her, and laid me across her lap, managing to take my robe off at the same time. She put her hand behind my head and pushed my face against the breast her daughter -- our daughter -- had left not long before, still moist from her. I couldn't resist, as she knew I couldn't. I opened my mouth, then closed my lips around her nipple, and sucked, letting the warm, sweet milk flow into me.

"Promise me, Susie, please promise me if you ever get depressed like that again, that you'll tell me. I got really depressed with all the trouble with Tom, and then Jade going on the game. I really got into drinking, and it was only the boys that persuaded me to get professional help. There must have been some celebrity who'd admitted to depression, and they talked about it at school. How depression is something that isn't your fault, and even the rich and famous, who seem to have everything, can get it."

Was that what I had? Maybe it was, but now it seemed a long way away, and I was enjoying the warmth of my sister's body against mine, her breast against my face, her nipple gently responding to my suck as I drank down her milk, which seemed to be healing me even more from the inside, so I just grunted in response.

"All the family love you, Susan, Charlie more than anyone. He was beside himself with worry, and I know he is ecstatic to have you back home."

The sudden realisation that I hadn't seen Charlie since I'd passed out, made me sacrifice the delight of my sisters lactating breast.

"Okay, Chris, but where is he, then? Off fucking his latest assistant, most likely, the cheating bastard."

"Probably, darling, but I know we both love him, and you've probably fucked as many other men as he has women by now, even though yours have all - oh, sorry -- almost all have been in the family. Anyway, remember that I had him first, so I had to put up with him cheating on me - with you - for almost twenty years. He'll be back, and I'm sure he will have something special planned for you.

"I think that tit is pretty empty now, darling. Do you remember when we were little, and we hurt ourselves, how much better it felt when Mom kissed it better us? So why don't you let me kiss better all those bits of you that Ingrid hurt?"

She had a wicked grin on her face, and one arm gently stroked down from my shoulder, over my waist, and round my hip to my ass.

"You'll need to be gentle, darling. And I suppose you'll want me to kiss all those same places on you, Sis, won't you?"

"You'd better believe..." she started to say, but I cut her off by pulling her head towards me, kissing her open mouth, inviting her tongue to explore mine.

We lay there gently kissing, our arms caressing each other's hair, ears and shoulders. God, I really did love her, my two-minute younger twin. More than that, I felt that delightful tingling start to displace the ache in my cunt, knowing that her gorgeous lips, and her gentle fingers would soon be exploring my body, as mine would hers.

She'd promised to be gentle, and she was. When our lips parted, she gently kissed down my neck, over my shoulders, and across a breast until she reached one my nipples. She closed her lips on it, stretching it as she pulled it into her mouth, but this time the stretching sent pleasure, rather than pain, spreading through my chest.

I put my hand down between her legs, which opened invitingly, giving me access to her cunt. I pushed my fingers between her labia, which felt just the same as my own, at least before Ingrid had pulled them around. It was warm and moist in her slit, and I let my fingers slide back, past her hole so that my fingers reached that tiny, most sensitive area of her body between her vulva and her anus.

Christine moved to massage my other abused tit, as I rubbed gently, before sliding my fingers back into her gash, and pushed them into her vagina, using my thumb on her clit. It suddenly hit me that the last time I'd had my fingers inside her, I'd felt her baby -- our baby -- inside her, kicking out as she felt the presence of something else inside her mother's body. Now, though, Trinity was sleeping in the nursery, just a few yard away.

"Time to kiss your cunt better, darling," my sister whispered, and manoeuvred us around, so we were laid side by side.

I opened my legs, and delighted in the touch of my sister's mouth on my tormented labia, her lips and tongue massaging them, as I did much the same to her. That's the great thing about fucking a twin: you instinctively know what each other likes, and you know what arouses you most. It's almost like masturbating, but with the bonus of having another body touching you, and while they know how to please you, they always surprise and delight with what they choose to do next.

My fingers returned to the back of her slit, massaging round the opening of her hole while my tongue was on her clit, then moving them to tease her asshole while I pushed my tongue up into her vagina. It was definitely one of the most gentle fucks I'd had with Christine, but it was also one of the most delightful, as she seemed to be able to turn the ache in my breasts and pussy into that wonderful feeling of sexual ecstasy. I wanted it to last, and I was sure my sister wanted that as well, but it could only be telepathy that we knew that we needed to come, and we did, our cum flowing into each other's mouths, as our legs banged against each other's heads, our cunts against each other's faces.

"God, I love you, Chris," I whispered as we moved back to face each other, cuddling together.

"I love you, too, Suz," she replied, kissing me on the mouth, and we shared each other's identically tasting cum. Then we just hugged each other, enjoying the feeling or our twin's naked flesh against ourselves.

I guess it was the mental and physical stresses of the day, but I must have slipped into sleep in Christine's arms, because sometime later I woke with a start. It was fully dark. I could feel that my sister was no longer alongside me in the bed, but I sensed there was someone else in the room with me. Then the light was turned on at a low level, and my naked husband slid into bed alongside me.

"Charlie! You frightened me. Did you really have to go off fucking your latest tight cunt today, of all days. Have you really not forgiven me, darling?"

"I forgive you, Susan. I said so, didn't I? Anyway, I'm the one that needs forgiveness. If it hadn't been for me cheating on you, it probably would all never have happened. I'm sorry, Susan, but I just have this uncontrollable urge to want to fuck innocent young women. I always did have a high sex drive, didn't I darling, but the way went through all the variations in the Karma Sutra was enough at first.

"It seems to me, looking back, though, that picking up your family trait just kicked my libido into hyperdrive. Also, it spilled over to women outside the family, perhaps because we didn't know anything about it, and work and children seemed to mean that we had less time to make love to each other."

"And work gave you access to all those virgin young secretaries and admins with tight cunts that were flattered that the boss wanted to fuck them, eh?"

"I guess so, Susan. They don't have to be a virgin, and these days even virgins have usually opened themselves up a bit with their fingers or a vibrator. I don't understand it, them into it. I've never forced anyone or pressured them into it, but I seem to have a way of talking women into giving themselves to me. I don't understand that, or quite why I'm so driven. It's almost as if I'm one of the dominant stags that rounds up a herd of does, so he can fuck all of them, and just like the stag, I not only want to fuck them, but I want to plant my seed in them, and give them my children.

"God, Susan, the thing is as I slide my cock into a tight, young cunt, that hasn't had another one up it, or just one of two, for me, it's as if it was the first time I've ever fucked a woman. The thrill, the excitement, the super special release as I come, jetting my seed deep into her vagina. It doesn't stop me loving you, though, Susan. You know that don't you?"

"I love you too Charlie, but did you really have to fuck someone else today, darling?"

"Well, I had reasons, Susan. Firstly, having heard what was planned for you, I wasn't sure you'd still be up for it."

"Yeah, right."

"Okay, but the thing is, each time I fuck a new woman, the excitement goes down a bit. And the thing is, after six or seven times, I get that same feeling the first time I fuck you again:.

the feeling I had the first time. Don't look at me like that, Susan. It's as if I'm fucking you again for the first time, and all of familiarity that creeps in with a long-term partner has gone."

"So tonight?"

"Well, we had a new Japanese admin, Suki, while you were away, and I'd already fucked her a few times, so the excitement was wearing off. Before I knew you were coming back today, we'd booked to go to the new sushi restaurant in town."

"And you fucked her, course? And you're telling me that now you want to fuck me, and for you it will be as wonderful as the first time. So, what's in it for me, then, Charlie, given you're worried if I'm up to it?"

"Well, darling, I didn't clean up, so my cock is still sticky with my sperm and her cum. I mean, only a massive slut would ever let her cheating husband fuck her, and push another woman's cum into her cunt, plus some of his seed that came back out of her, eh?"

I looked at him, trying to look so innocent, but I couldn't help bursting out laughing. "You fucking cheating bastard, Charlie, but I love you. And only a massive slut would want to taste her cum on her husband's dick before it was rammed up her, wouldn't she?"

"Not too much, Susan, I want enough to end in your vagina," he said, probably grinning, though I couldn't see, as I'd bent over and taken his messy cock in my mouth, enjoying the taste of him and a woman I didn't know, fucking.

"Come on, then, tell me all about her," I said, smiling, as I straddled over him, cowgirl style, and let his cock carry Japanese cum deep into my cunt.

"God, Susan, she was gorgeous. So tiny, the way some Japanese girls are. Her tits are more like pointed mountains that orbs, and her tiny nipples are almost black, like little buttons, and when I ran my hand over them, it almost felt as if they were sharp enough to cut in to it."

"Not like these, then Charlie? Even before that bitch of a sister-in-law stretched them out, and I seem to remember you were one of the last to add the weights, so you will have had a good look at them then."

I bent forward, swung my body around, enjoying the feeling of his cock grinding away inside me, and I slapped my tits against my face. He tried to grab a nipple in his mouth, but I just kept pulling away as soon as I felt the warm moistures from his tongue. Eventually, I gave in, and let him suck at my tits, one by one, while I rocked up and down on his cock, both of us fighting to get the most time rubbing my clit.

"Tell me about her cunt, then Charlie, was it really as tight as you wanted?"

"The hair of her pubes was as black as the hair on her head, making a beautiful triangle to guide me towards her hole..."

".... not that you needed guiding, darling..."

"... and it was trimmed along her slit, and though her lips were quite small, they her were almost as black, and were sparking with her lovely, fragrant cum..."

"... and inside, darling, what was her hole like?" I asked, my own cunt now in full on heading-to-a-climax mode, as I kept working his wandering cock in and out of it.

"... and when I opened her up, she had a huge clit, like a little black cock, standing thick and tall, and her glistening slit gradually changed colour to an orangey-pink round the tight little opening of her vagina."

"So shove your cock in her, Charlie, make her tiny fuckhole open for you, and make the fucking bitch come by playing with that huge clit, darling," I panted, now riding him hard and fast, letting his dick almost escape from my cunt, before ramming myself back down hard, with one hand giving one of my tits even more punishment, and the other tangling with his, as he worked her fucking clit.

It wasn't the most adventurous fuck I'd had, not even that same day when I think back, and I wasn't sure if making Charlie tell me about the Japanese girl still meant he got the same first-time thrill, but God, we came quickly, and it was fantastic.

"I really do love you, Susan," Charlie said, as we pulled apart, and his cum, lots of mine, and some of hers ran back out of my hole. "I love Christine too, and our new daughter, Trinity, but even if she was my first love, it was you I chose, and you I still love just a teensy bit more."

"I love you too, Charlie, even though I know you'll keep on fucking as many tight cunts as you can..."

"... and you'll be finding new ways to be an even bigger slut..."

"... true, darling, and now I really want to fuck that Japanese cunt myself -- no actually, I think I'd like to fuck all of the women after you've had them, Charlie. How about that?"

The only answer I got, or could have wished for, was a hug and a big kiss from my cheating husband,before we went to the bathroom to clean up. My sister must have been watching on the camera in the bedroom that we still hadn't got around to taking out, and she followed us in and joined in the fun or running our soapy hands all over each other's bodies.​