Incest/Taboo The I-Room

Prologue:

And still, the so called experts bandy opinions on what is my purpose, what are the dark, underlying motivations of my actions and when will my actions spiral out of control into deeds unspeakable. Their pontifications provide me amusement as I continue on my mission to bring truth to those who have had blinders placed upon them, to bring vision to those who cannot see. When the debating is done and all has been revealed, I hope to be remembered as nothing more than an instrument of illumination.

The torch of my illumination is a simple room twelve feet by twelve feet -- stark and almost empty, save for a queen size bed, a simple wooden chair and a small refrigerator. The room has but one exit, a steel door locked from the outside. Adjoining the room is a small alcove housing the barest of necessities -- a shower and a toilet. Here the blinders of peoples' lives are removed so that they may confront the truth about themselves -- so that they may live the lives they were meant to live.

The Fourth: Dennis, Lori, Teddy and Taylor

Never has the I-Room been so crowded, albeit peaceful. In a tumble of bodies, sleeping peacefully rests a family, about to be thrust into the glare of truth -- forced to confront the realities they have refused to acknowledge. A perfect nuclear family, Dennis and Lori -- husband and wife and their son and daughter, Teddy and Taylor

Dennis is a white male in his late forties. He is in good health, not having had many bad habits and hence the bad health that strikes so many of his age. He is a minister of a conservative protestant church and he has spent his life protesting the decadent world about him. His hair, once black is now pepper gray, giving him a distinguished air.

Lori is slightly younger, having turned forty-two just this past year. She is a small petite woman with short, blonde hair and blue eyes. She works out and her body is trim and tight, her breasts little apples that still are firm and ripe. I suspect the hair between her legs is as blonde as the hair on her head. Lying on her stomach, I cannot help but admire her firm ass. Even in sleep, there is an air of disapproval about her, as if she has been raised to object to the actions of everyone around her. .

Taylor is the oldest of the two children At twenty years of age, she is a tall, buxom young woman, her bright head of long, blonde hair and her blue eyes so much like her mother's, but there the resemblance ends. My research indicates she physically resembles Dennis's mother. At five foot, nine inches tall, she is slender with firm, prominent breasts that strain the 38DD bra she is currently wearing and her skin a pale, flawless ivory. Her long legs are muscular and shapely.

The younger of the two children , Teddy is a healthy eighteen year old male. He stands five foot, eleven and has his father's black hair. He is a bit stocky, muscular from years of lifting weights and playing on his high school wrestling team. Between his iron-muscled thighs, a considerable bulge is nestled in his jockey shorts.

All are clad in only their underwear, mother and daughter in plain cotton panties and bras, the father in boxer shorts and the son as mentioned earlier, in white jockey underwear. They are a handsome family, brimming with health.

Teddy, the son stirs first, coming awake abruptly and rising up. He is quickly on his feet and checking out the surroundings. His eyes widen as he spies his family on the bed. He moves to wake his father, but I smile as he pauses to openly ogle his sister and mother as they lay sleeping, their bodies at best only partly covered.

"Dad? Wake up, Dad. Something is going on!" He says softly, giving his father a shake on the shoulder.

Dennis snorts and slowly begins to wake, but the commotion brings his wife, Lori awake as well. She is sitting up and looking about the room and her family while Dennis is still shaking off sleep. She seems calm, albeit concerned as she realized that things are not what they should be. The frown she wore in sleep now deepens as she slips off the bed and gasps as she stares at her son staring at her. "Teddy -- shame on you, put some clothes on!" she snaps turning away from her son and then comprehension slaps her hard as she realizes they are all clad only in their underwear.

"Dennis, wake up now!" Lori barks and her husband responds to the urgency in her voice, sitting straight up, eyes wide open and awake. He takes in his partially clad wife and his eyes widen even more as he takes in the shapely, lithe body of his daughter who is still asleep. Lori rushes around the bed to her daughter, fear in her voice as she shakes Taylor's shoulder. "Honey? Taylor, baby, wake up!"

The young woman moans and mumbles softly, rolling over to face her father who is easing out of bed now. Her breasts shake and quiver as she moves and both Dennis and Teddy cannot help but stare at her magnificent chest.

Lori's face is quickly turning red, her frown now a fierce scowl. "Dennis, what's happening? Where are we?" She turns back to Taylor and says in a loud and strident voice. "Taylor, wake up right now, girl!"

Taylor's eyes snap open and she snaps right back, "All right, Mother! I'm up! Are you happy no..." Her voice fades away as she realizes she isn't in her own bedroom in her own four poster bed, nor in her dorm room at college. "Mom -- what is this, where are we?" She becomes aware of her own lack of clothes and as she scans the room, stops to stare at her brother and father, both now examining the steel door. Her brother's legs and arms bulge with effort as he tries to wrench the secure door open and fails.

I am not surprised when she lunges off the bed, past her mother and hurries to her father, arms wrapping around his waist. "It him, isn't it, Daddy?" she says in a hushed voice. "The guy they talk about on the news and the tabloid shows -- the Creep!" I have to choke down a chuckle. My research has shown me that there is a big following of my exploits among college age girls -- no doubt speculating on my evil doings.

Dennis looks down at her daughter, trying to keep his gaze steady on her face and away from her mostly visible breasts and failing terribly. He finally tears his eyes off her and looks at his wife, still standing by the bed. She stares back, fear and anger dueling for control in her face. Lori seems so vulnerable and unsettled in her unclothed condition, arms crossing over her bra covered breasts. A tent begins to take form in Dennis's boxers as he instinctively responds to the sweet sensation of his daughter's womanly flesh pressing against his and he quickly disengages himself from Taylor's arms.

Stepping away, he musters his best calm and confident voice, born of many years in the pulpit. "Let's all stay calm and not give into to panic. The Lord is with us and will see us through this trial." He reaches out a hand to Teddy who is still attempting to force the door open, his effort so intense, the muscles in his neck are knotting up. "Let it be, son. Save your strength."

Lori comes up and puts an arm around her husband's waist, discretely separating him from Taylor -- his erection not going unnoticed. "What in the world do we do, honey?" she whispers. "What will this...Creep do to us?"

I take that as my cue and key my microphone. I intone, "BE WELCOME IN MY HOME AND REST ASSURED THAT NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU. YOU SHALL BE MY GUESTS FOR A TIME."

Taylor lets out a little squeal as my voice surprises them all. As befits a close knit family, they instinctively move towards each other, huddling together in support of each other. Taylor takes both her mother's and her brother's hands in hers, squeezing so tight that her knuckles quickly whiten. Dennis stays calm despite the anger in his voice. "What do you want with us?"

"I WISH FOR YOU TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE. I WANT YOU TO KNOW TRUTH," I reply.

Dennis shakes his head, frowning at the vagueness of my words. "I implore you. If you must, keep me and my wife, but the children, do not subject them to your madness. Please release the children."

"YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER ARE ABSOLUTELY SAFE. NONE OF YOU HAS ANYTHING TO FEAR FROM ME. YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELVES AND TO FIND TRUTH THAT YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEARTS BUT DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE."

"You are this Creep person, aren't you?" hisses Lori. "You are a foul pervert and you want to corrupt us."

"I AM KNOWN AS THE CREEP -- THE NAME SERVES AS WELL AS ANY OTHER. AS TO YOUR ACCUSATION -- NOTHING WILL BE DONE TO YOU OTHER THAN AID YOU TO DISCOVER TRUTH. THAT IS YOUR PURPOSE FOR BEING HERE."

"We will not be corru..." Dennis's voice chokes off -- from anger or fear, I do not know. He pauses and looking at his family, regains his resolve. "We will not be corrupted by you. The Lord will lend us the strength to resist you and whatever evil you shall bring our way." He looked at each member of his family and out of long practice, they form a circle, holding hands -- father facing daughter and mother facing son. "Let us pray for our deliverance."

The family bows their heads and closes their eyes and Dennis begins to pray -- first reciting the 'Lord's Prayer' and then the 23rd Psalm before evoking a long prayer entreating God to give them strength. I sense that this family will perhaps be my greatest challenge, their religious faith serving as the crutch by which they will resist. Still, I choose to respect their efforts by remaining silent. Time is my ally here. I simply need to let nature take its course.

Dennis provides an extraordinary example of his belief in prayer, going nearly an hour before he begins to go hoarse, but already I see cracks in his family's resolve. Long before their prayer session ends, Teddy is opening his eyes and taking quick glimpses at his scantily clad sister and mother. I am pleased to see the boy spending as much time looking at his slender, almost elfin mother as he does his more voluptuous sister. His arousal to so much bare flesh is evident in the hard-on scarcely concealed underneath his jockey shorts.

Before the end of Dennis's prayer, Taylor too has peeked out several times, ogling the outline of her brother's enormous cock and gazing earnestly at her father's shorts as well. Only when their mother opens her eyes and with a frightful glare admonishes them both silently do they cease their obviously interested staring. Watching them carefully for several minutes to see that they aren't looking anymore, Lori finally closes her eyes again, but not before letting her gaze shift down to the still erect penis barely hidden behind her son's white shorts. There is more than anger in her eyes as she stares at his cock -- there is fear and I think curiosity.

When Dennis ends with a hearty, "Amen!" Lori adds her own two cents, pointedly telling her children. "We must resist whatever temptations this person...this Creep places before us. Rely on the faith and love of the Lord and on your father's and my guidance to keep us strong." Her tone is both accusatory and strident and Dennis looks at her with some concern as they retreat towards the bed.

The rest of their first day with me is spent in periodic prayer and wandering in circles around the small room, exploring the alcove and discovering drink and food in the refrigerator. There is some dismay when Taylor realizes that the toilet faces outward towards the bed and she clamors for privacy with her mother instructing her husband and son to turn towards the opposing wall until she is done.

I enjoy the way both mother and father keep glancing furtively at their children, both of whom appear not as shy. Lori constantly inserts herself between her children whenever they come together and talk quietly, trying to interrupt the open stares of interest between brother and sister. Lori also watches her husband as well, scowling each time he looks at his daughter, his eyes helplessly drawn to her large breasts and her long legs.

Their first night as I dim the lights down to twilight level, Lori insists on arranging the manner in which they will sleep. She and Dennis will sleep in the middle and Teddy outside next to his father and Taylor on the far side next to her mother. Another long prayer ensues, followed by much heavy sighing as everyone tries to get comfortable, all squeezed in on the single queen sized bed. It is a tight fit and both mother and father, try to lie on their sides facing each other, bodies pressed close to allow their children more room. Even so, flesh is touching flesh everywhere.

Early in the morning, Teddy rises to use the toilet and upon his return, pauses at the foot of the bed to stare at his mother and sister. Taylor is sprawled carelessly on her back, one foot hanging off the bed and the other resting atop her mother's toned thigh. Her panties have been tugged tight against her mound, leaving her pussy clearly outlined against the fabric. If Teddy didn't know his sister shaved her pussy or kept it heavily trimmed, he does now. His eyes keep roving upwards to watch her breasts slowly rise and fall as she breathes. His morning piss erection that had awoken him is now replaced by an erection of arousal.

Teddy's eyes turn towards his mother and his mouth gapes open as he realizes his mother's bra has slipped upwards, revealing her left breast -- firm and hard, an apple sized tit with a long nipple as round as a nickel. Teddy stares and almost unconsciously, his hand finds his cock and rubs it slowly through the cotton of his shorts before he slips his hand inside the waistband and strokes his shaft for almost a minute before Lori snorts and rolls over towards her daughter, making Teddy scurry back around the bed and to gingerly climb back in next to his father.

He sighs dejectedly several times, reaching down to stroke his cock before finally falling back asleep. As he tries to fall back to sleep, I am more than pleasantly surprised to see his sister, eyes apparently not as closed as it appeared, smile to herself. If anyone will serve as the catalyst for this family's reformation, I know it will be Taylor.

The second day sees this family continue its prayer vigil amongst growing tension. Several times, Dennis and Lori will attempt to engage me in conversation, but I chose to remain silent. Becoming used to the confines of their small living space, all become restless. As always, I keep the temperature ever so slightly warm -- not hot enough to be uncomfortable, but enough that any physical effort will break one out into a sweat.

Teddy is the most active, prowling restlessly around the room, unable to take his eyes off his sister and his mother and unable to do anything about the almost constant erection in his shorts. Lori watches her son almost constantly, trying to limit his up close contact with his sister, quite aware that he is responding sexually to his lovely sister, but not as aware that when she summons her son to her side that he is more than content to sit and listen to her while his eyes roam up and down her petite body. Lori herself isn't immune from these forbidden feelings. As she chats with her son, her eyes continually are drawn downwards as well, memorizing the outline of Teddy's cock as it almost visibly throbs underneath his cotton shorts.

Lori becomes more distraught with each passing hour, running interference between Teddy and Taylor and becoming aware of her daughter almost flirting with Dennis. Her husband seems to be acting more calmly than I would imagine given these circumstances and almost seems pleased by the attentions of his daughter. Taylor constantly hovers around him, especially when her mother is occupying Teddy's attention.

Taylor has almost a compulsive need to touch her father -- quick hugs or reaching out to touch his arm or holding on and squeezing his hand while the family prays. She is constantly flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, using the motion to capture her father's attention, hands fluttering over and around her large, firm breasts. Whenever possible, she seems to sit next to her father, naked thighs pressing together, turning to make a point or leaning across him to speak to her brother or mother and dragging her breasts against Dennis's arm or bare chest.

Lori scowls angrily at him whenever she notices tenting of his boxer shorts -- scolding him with her eyes. At these times, Dennis usually calls for another prayer session -- lasting anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour. During these times, it's almost a game of peek-a-boo and son and daughter sneak peaks at each other's bodies as well as their parents' mostly unclothed forms, trying not to get caught by their mother who takes her fair share of peeks as well -- mostly at Teddy, but now and again, studying her daughter's sexy body as well.

After several whispered and heated discussions between Dennis and Lori, I notice that the prayers begin to carry a slightly different tone, entreating God to not only give them strength to prevail over me, but to strengthen their own resolve to give into evil temptation. Dennis's calm exterior appears to be cracking ever so slightly as the day goes on. Ultimately Lori pairs off with her daughter while Dennis pairs off with Teddy, trying to occupy their attention. It fails miserably. Dennis and his son try and play a game of mental chess, but cannot keep their moves straight in their heads as both keep gazing over to the women. Taylor doesn't help as she restlessly moves around on the bed, seeming to find a myriad of ways to keep showing off her legs or spreading them to reveal her panty clad crotch to the staring eyes across the room or stretching the kinks out of her body and thrusting her bosom outwards to devastating effect.

Lori too is restless and tries to counter Taylor's "innocent" displays with moves of her own and although her back is to Dennis and Teddy, she is also providing a show with her tight ass and I dare say she doesn't comprehend how each over her shoulder glance at the menfolk is in itself a sexually exciting thing, unconsciously mimicking the look a female gives a male to encourage mounting her.

By the end of the day, all are very tense, especially Taylor who has acted the innocent tease all day long. The twenty year old is well aware of how her actions have stimulated her father and brother -- indeed her own actions have excited her and her now very soiled panties have an obvious wet spot over her mound. She is like a cat, stalking around the room, hungry and anxious. She eyes both her father and her brother like a scrumptious meal she'd like to devour.

Before they retire for the evening, Taylor asks her parents about using the shower. Lori is adamant about not stripping down in front of each other, saying, "All we're doing is playing into this Creep's hands. I'm sure he has cameras set up and he's dying to get us naked so he can film it!"

"But, mother," moans Taylor. "I stink. We all stink! Can't we just shower and nobody looks at anyone?"

"Sis is right, Mom. I know I reek and think of how bad it's gonna get when we all get in bed again tonight." Teddy rolls his eyes. "If Dad raises his arm up, I may puke!"

Taylor giggles in response to her brother's joke and even their father smiles. Only Lori frowns and says, "We need to stay strong and resolute and resist."

Dennis begins to speak and then stops as if to consider his words. "We do have to stay strong, Lori, but sweetheart, I don't think there is any harm in all of us getting a shower. The kids are right -- I know I could use a hot shower."

"No! Dennis, we'd just be playing into his hands. If we aren't careful, he'll have our minds all messed up!" Lori stands before her family, hands on hips, angry and defiant. Before she can go on, Dennis is in front of her, his hands help up in a placating manner and he points towards the shower alcove and taking her by the hand, walks away from the kids.

Despite being just a few feet away, they attempt to keep their voices at a whisper. With the mikes I have installed, I can hear every word they say. Lori is almost tearful in her insistence that they not submit in any way or form to my perverse plans while Dennis argues that there is nothing perverse about cleanliness. They quietly argue for several minutes, but Dennis asserts his 'authority' as husband to have the final word. Lori does demand certain conditions for taking a shower and Dennis will agree to them.

While their parents argue, Taylor and Teddy sit on opposite ends of the bed, leaning up against the wall. They are silent, but constantly glancing at each other. Teddy cannot help but stare at the exposed halves of his sister's breasts, watching their slow up and down movement as Taylor breathes with utter fascination. His attention is only diverted when she draws one knee up, exposing the wet front of her panties, her hand moving slowly back and forth on her upper thigh, slowly moving inward until her fingers almost touch her cotton covered pussy. Taylor smiles evilly as she sees her brother's cock swell until it threatens to peek out from the waistband of his jockeys.

"Taylor!" The girl practically jumps out of bed at her mother's near scream. I am even startled at the strident and angry urgency of her voice. "Come here. Your father has made a decision." Everyone can tell from Lori's voice that she doesn't approve of his decision, but feels compelled to obey.

She explains to both her children that they will shower in turns -- first each woman and then the men.. As she talks, Dennis picks up the wooden chair and places it at the foot of the bed, facing away from the shower alcove.

"Teddy, you will sit facing the wall and you WILL NOT turn around until I say so," Lori commands. Dennis pats the bottom of the chair and when his son is sitting, he stands behind him, also facing away from the shower.

When Lori is satisfied with everything (as much as I suspect she can be), she whispers to Taylor to take her shower. Taylor gleefully peels off her bra and panties. To my delight and her mother's surprise, Taylor's pussy is as bald as a baby's -- smooth and glistening from the day's tensions. Taylor giggles at her mother's disapproving expression and then steps into the shower. She lets out an almost orgasmic sigh as the hot water showers down on her naked body. She quickly soaps up, the lather looking incredibly erotic as it drips down her body, rolling off her jiggling breasts.

Lori struggles to maintain a watch on both her daughter and the men, making sure neither one turns around to take a peek. And for the men, it is a struggle. As Taylor showers, her almost constant happy sighing has a tremendous impact on the men, both growing harder with each moan or sigh. Dennis actually takes a step back from the chair as his boxer's tent outward and he closes his eyes and his lips move in silent prayer. I cannot read lips, but I have no doubt he prays for strength of will.

Bit by bit, Lori finds her own attention drawn to the lovely spectacle of her daughter showering. Whether she is intentionally doing it or not, Taylor looks incredibly erotic as she washes her body, her long, shapely form glistening wet, nipples hard and erect and labia blossoming with desire. With increasing frequency, Taylor's hands find their way between her legs to gently stroke or caress her cunt -- her eyes closed as she savors each brief moment of pleasure.

Lori licks her lips as she takes in the charming yet carnal scene before she shakes off the almost hypnotic state watching her daughter puts her in. "Taylor," she whispers hoarsely, "Finish up -- quit...quit fooling around."

Taylor opens her eyes and stares at her mother who is staring at her and blushes. "Yes, Mom," she says with both a tinge of embarrassment and frustration. Rinsing quickly, she steps out of the shower, looks around and shrugs, pulling her perfect, large breasts upward and making them jiggle so enticingly. "I guess we air dry," she giggles as she gently bounces on the balls of her feet, making her mother's eyes go wide at how her daughter's body can bounce. "Your turn, Mom!"

Lori bits her lip, trying to banish her thoughts and remain in control. She nods and quickly slips out of her own bra and panties. I nod approvingly to myself. At forty-two, Lori is in splendid shape with the body of a woman half her age. Her smallish breasts are still firm, only her nipples dark and long and swelling now show evidence of use -- nursing two healthy babies in her youth. Below her flat stomach is a mass of golden curls -- for a natural blonde, she possesses one of the hairiest muffs I have ever seen. She ducks her head away from her daughter's steady gaze and slips past her to the shower.

Lori washes herself quickly and thoroughly, but even she cannot resist a few caresses between her legs, her short, thin labia spreading eagerly to her touch. She does her best to turn away from her Taylor as she touches herself, seeking just a moment's respite, but she doesn't full her daughter who watches her with a smirk on her lips and desire in her eyes. Lori doesn't let herself go too far before she brings her considerable self control into play and rinses herself off. She steps to her daughter, waving her arms and moving about in an effort to shake off the water and dry off.

Glancing at Taylor's nakedness, her own efforts to dry off so incredibly sexy, Lori mutters, "That's enough, get dressed."

Taylor rolls her eyes and picks up her bra and panties and looks at them with disgust. "They're so nasty, Mom! Do we have to?"

"Yes," Lori snaps back. "Do it!"

"Mother! This is so gross!" Taylor rolls her eyes. "I don't want to. I'm not ..."

She never gets to finish the sentence as her mother's hand darts out and slaps her across the face. "Stop your arguing and do what I say, Taylor. I am tired of all your crap!" Lori snarls.

At the sound of the slap, both Dennis and Teddy turned around, more out of shock and surprise than anything else. Both gasp -- perhaps because for the first time, their mother has struck Taylor, but more likely because they see both woman stark naked, bodies wet and tensing as if to fight.

Lori turns around and screams, "TURN AROUND, BOTH OF YOU! THIS IS BETWEEN US!" Both men quickly turn back the other way, the shocked looks on their faces not fading as both men digest what they have seen.

"I'm not telling you again, Taylor. Get dressed right now."

Taylor sniffs and does as she is told, her disgust forgotten in the violence of the moment. Lori struggles into her panties and bra as well, not waiting to dry off and in her anger not realizing what donning her underwear while wet is doing. "Dennis, you and Teddy go on and hurry up. Get it over with."

She pushes Taylor past the men and sits her down in the chair. She places trembling hands on Taylor's shoulders and as her anger passes, tears roll down her cheeks as what she did strikes home.

Dennis goes first in the shower which seems to suit Teddy fine. While his dad washes, Teddy turns his complete attention to his mother, who doesn't seem aware that in donning her cotton panties while still wet, has turned them almost transparent. The tight fitting panties have molded themselves to her pert ass, her ass crack quite visible. Teddy's eyes gleam with hunger as he memorizes every curve of Lori's backside. I am sure that as they had passed each other, his eyes devoured the sight of her pussy, all but visible underneath the now transparent cotton. With his father's back turned and all eyes off him for a minute, Teddy quickly reaches into his shorts and strokes his cock.

Too soon however, his father finishes up, emerging to see his son's hand coming up from the bulge in his shorts. Dennis sighs, noting his son's continuing glances at his mother's butt. "Get in there, son," he says softly. "You might consider a long, cold shower!"

Teddy looks away from his father, guilt all over his face and he quickly steps out of his shorts and under the shower. He also tries to stay turned away from his father, quickly lathering up and paying a lot of attention to his aching cock. It's not too long before he is full jack-off mode, head thrown back and eyes closed as he strokes his cock frantically.

Dennis who has been focusing on his own wife's shapely rear end, turns and catches him in the act and before Teddy can come says forcefully. "You've been in there long enough -- rinse off...now!" I see sympathy there in Dennis's face, but a lifetime of prudish behavior kicks in and overrides everything else.

When both have dressed, Dennis gathers everyone in a circle and talks quietly to them. "Loved ones, we are in a difficult place and we cannot turn on each other. We must work together and with the help of the Lord, we will get through this trial. Turn your stress and anger to something that will help you endure -- we get through this together or not at all."

He is staring at his wife as he speaks. So is everyone else. Only Teddy's motives are clear as her water soaked bra, little more than straps and swatches of light cotton do little to reveal her breasts to everyone. Teddy stares at his mother's breast with a hunger that is almost tangible.

Lori looks down dejectedly and says, "You are right. I lost my temper and I shouldn't have." She looks up at her daughter, tears flowing again. "Taylor, I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Taylor sniffs and nods and then mother and daughter are in each others arms and both are crying and sobbing as their tension finds at least a momentary release. Although I think Dennis is relieved that his wife has comprehended his message, it provides little comfort to him or his son as they watch the two women press against each other.

The family's second day ends with an incredible amount of tension in the small room. It will be a long time before anyone falls asleep. There is more than one drawn out sigh of frustration and gingerly carried out tossing and turning. Sometime late when both parents have fallen asleep and are softly snoring, Teddy eases from the bed and walks quietly towards the alcove, his eyes fixed on the other sleeping bodies, especially those of his mother and sister.

Lori, in her sleep is sprawled a bit, her right leg lying draped over her husband's thigh, revealing her crotch, pussy dark and mysterious underneath her panties in the dim light. Once again, her bra has slipped, revealing a small, pert breast, nipple hard and puckered as she dreams. Teddy quietly drops his shorts and sits on the commode and with his eyes locked in on the lovely spectacle of his mother, he begins to frantically stroke his swollen cock.

Teddy has been aching for release for two days and it is quick in coming. He presses his lips together to squelch any moans of pleasure and quickly explodes, a torrent of hot, fresh semen gushing forth that he captures with his free hand. He cums hard, muscles knotting and swelling as his sperm keeps spurting and spurting.

Just as his ejaculations ease up, Teddy is jerked to his feet as he hears his mother groan in her sleep and roll onto her side towards Dennis. Teddy yanks up his shorts and begins to edge back towards the bed -- his face showing the fear of being busted by his mother.

He is brought up short in surprise when his sister suddenly sits up in bed, a nasty smirk on her face. In a voice barely above a whisper, Taylor says, "You forgot to flush, little brother!"

Teddy swallows, his eyes wide as he watches his lovely sister slip silently from the bed, the look of the cat that swallowed the canary. Taylor sidles up to her brother, so close, her barely constrained breasts almost brushing against his naked chest. "Boys are so lucky -- a few quick strokes and you get relief," she whispers in his ear.

Teddy shivers as she reaches out with one hand and brings it to rest on his shoulder. "T-Taylor?" Teddy stammers. "What are you d-doing?"

Taylor smiles up into her brother's eyes as her fingers slowly trail downward and until she takes his hand and turns it over and slips her fingers into the slick, gooey streamers of semen pooled there. "Hmmmm, what were you going to do with this, Teddy?" she whispers. The young woman stirs her fingers around until the tips are covered with sperm and while her brother watches in shock, brings them to her mouth and sucks them clean.

"I've learned a few things at college, little brother," Taylor says. "I found out I like hard cocks and cum. I always wondered if you would ever notice anything besides sports..." She turns and glances at their mother. "I guess you have. I just wonder if you were masturbating over me or Mom?"

Taylor reaches down for Teddy's hand and brings it to her mouth. "Am I a bad girl, Teddy? Am I a sinner for loving the taste of cum?" Her tongue extends and laps at her brother's cum coated palm. "Am I going to hell for loving my brother's sweet sperm?"

Teddy lets out a groan as his sister hungrily licks his hand clean of semen, stopping only when their restlessly sleeping mother calls out, "No, that's not right!" and rolls over to face Taylor's side of the bed. Both her children move like they've been scalded -- Teddy hurrying back to his side of the bed and Taylor stepping to the alcove.

Moving gingerly, Teddy slips back into bed, careful not to wake his parents. Taylor sits down on the commode and pees. When she is finished, she flushes the toilet, but does not rise up. Her eyes shine in the dim light as she studies her family on the bed. Satisfied that her parents are still asleep, she stares earnestly at her brother and slowly spreads her thighs apart. Even in the barely lit room, her brother can see the glistening wetness of her labia, blooming like an erotic hot house flower.

Teddy raises up on his elbows, taking in his sister, panties around her ankles, as she slips a hand down across her stomach and into the bare, wet flesh between her legs. As her brother watches, Taylor begins to play with herself, fingering her young, hairless cunt, plunging first one, then two, then three fingers into her luscious, slick pussy. She smiles both shyly and naughtily at her brother, eyes hooded with lust as she finger fucks her own juicy twat.

Minutes pass with Taylor becoming more frantic in her masturbation with every single second. Teddy stares, occasionally licking his lips as his sister fingers herself, fingers now dripping with pussy cream, the aroma becoming pungent in the small room, making his nostrils flare and causing the return of his erection. Taylor is almost lifting herself off the toilet, toes trying to dig into the floor as pleasure begins to wrack her body, her full breasts bouncing as she begins to cum.

Somehow, she manages to muffle her noises of orgasm, her teeth clenched together and her face screwed up as she cums, her only noise a low, whistling noise as she breathes through her nose. Finally, her muscles unclench and relax as her orgasm fades. Taylor's breasts heave heavily as she gasps for air, all the while looking lovingly at her brother. She heaves herself to her feet and on shaky legs, makes her way back to the bed, walking silently around to her brother.

She glances at her sleeping parents and then leans down, her breasts all but spilling from her soiled bra and whispers to her brother, "You have no idea how bad I needed that. I'm going crazy walking around and seeing yours and Daddy's cocks all stiff and big in your underwear. I am so horny!"

She moves her mouth from Teddy's ear to his mouth and brushes her lips against his. Softly, almost too softly for even my mikes to hear, she says, "I liked having you watch me, Teddy -- it made me just that much hotter." She kisses him again, not a soul kiss, but a passionate one anyways. When the kiss is done, she continues in her soft, bedroom voice, "I got to taste you, little brother -- it's only fair you get to taste me!"

Taylor extends the hand she had fucked herself with, fingers wet with her cream and brushes them over Teddy's lips. Teddy stiffens in shock and surprise, but quickly recovers and his tongue emerges and he opens his lips wide so his sister can stick her fingers into his mouth and he eagerly sucks them clean.

Taylor smiles down at Teddy and starts to whisper something to him, but their mother start suddenly and rolls onto her back. Her hand reaches out to the narrow empty space next to her and she murmurs, "Taylor." In the blink of an eye, Taylor, like a young gazelle seems to leap and appear at the foot of the bed just as Lori sits up, blinking the sleep away and calls out, "Taylor?"

In a whispered voice still hoarse with arousal, Taylor replies, "I'm here, Mom."

Lori looks at her daughter, still waking up. She seems confused and then as she sniffs the air, she becomes confused and turns to check on Teddy, who is flat on his back, eyes slammed shut in a poor imitation of a person sleeping. One can almost see his jaw muscles clenching in fear. Turning back to Taylor, Lori murmurs, "What are you doing? Why are you up?"

Taylor lets out the eternal sigh of the exasperated teenager and replies, "I went and peed, Mom. Do you mind -- I figured you didn't want me doing it in the bed!"

Lori studies her daughter thoughtfully and again turns to look at her son, before saying, "Don't be a smart mouth. I was -- I'm just worried is all."

Taylor shuffles back to her side of the bed, letting out another long suffering sigh. "Give it a rest, Mother and relax." She climbs into bed and rolls away from her mother, relief of not getting caught evident on her face.

I settle back to watch the family all fall asleep, but then something catches my eye and I focus in on the father, Dennis. I curse myself and then laugh. I was so caught up in the mischief of the children that I ignored Dennis. I zoom in to confirm it. An enormous tent is sticking up from his boxer shorts. Dennis is awake! I feel my heart pounding, wondering how much he seen. Did he watch his daughter finger fuck herself or watch her lick Teddy's cum off his hand or realize Taylor was feeding her brother her own pussy juices? Why didn't this man of God stop them? I am grinning as I retire for the night. I am seeing great progress here, I think as I fall asleep.

Morning brings new tensions as Dennis struggles with his knowledge of his children's actions of the night before. He seems to be hesitant to bring it out in the open, perhaps in light of Lori's volatile temperament. He takes an opportunity to speak quietly with each of his children separately, Teddy visibly paling at his words and looking somewhat contrite as he and his father engage in prayer where the key theme is to resist temptations.

Dennis's efforts with his daughter bring a somewhat different response. Taylor does not appear as repentant, but rather appears both bored and amused by her father's whispered comments to behave, especially around her brother. She kneels with her father and while he prays with her, stares over her father's shoulders at Teddy, smiling at her brother who is dividing his attention between his mother and Taylor.

When Dennis finishes and they rise to their feet, Taylor leans in, brushing herself against her father as she kisses him on the cheek and says in a sweet voice, "Thanks, Daddy!" She walks away from him, glancing back over her shoulder to confirm that he's sporting another erection.

Another day is spent with four adults prowling around, pretending not to be affected by each others mostly naked body. Lori seems more resigned and while she keeps a vigilant eye on her children as they sit and talk, she no longer tries to keep them separated. I do think she notices her husband's lingering looks at Taylor as she seems to strut and pose, very much aware of her father's hungry stares.

It is early evening when revolution occurs. Teddy brings up showering before bed and Taylor declares, "I have had it with this grungy underwear. I'm not wearing it anymore!"

Her mother's face clouds up and she stands to face her daughter and says, "You'll do what you're told. We're not going to give in to this pervert and walk around naked in front of each other."

Taylor goes nose to nose with her mother, bending over as she yammers back at Lori, causing her breasts to sway in their soiled restraints. "Fine, Mother," she snarls. "You can walk around in your bra and panties until everything rots, but as of now I am going to get clean and I'm going to go naked." She turns and looks up at the ceiling and yells, "Unless the Creep wants to give us clean clothes?" Taylor pauses -- waiting for an answer that does not come. "That answers that, Mother. I am now a nudist!" Grunting with effort, she peels off her bra, freeing her proud breasts and flings her bra into a corner.

Lori grabs her by the arm and begins dragging her to the same corner, her voice shaky as she says, "No daughter of mine is going to act like a slut!"

Taylor breaks her mother's hold and steps back, making a fist. "Give it up, Mother! Going nude isn't going to change anything. Daddy and Teddy are walking around with hard-on's all the time anyway. Going naked doesn't mean we're going to start fucking each other like rabbits." Taylor pauses and licks her lips and with a mean smile adds, "Although, getting laid would do you a world of good...Mother!"

Her mother's eyes widen and she screams as she flies into her daughter, slapping her twice before Taylor begins flailing back and the two women exchange several blows before Dennis and Teddy can separate them, Teddy grabbing his sister around the waist and physically carrying her away from their mother while Dennis takes hold of Lori's wrists and blocks her from pursuing her daughter -- struggling with her for several seconds before bellowing, "DAMMIT, THAT IS ENOUGH!" shocking everyone into silence and immobility.

"I am not going to tolerate this. Everyone will behave. This Creep wins if we turn on each other," Dennis says in a tight voice. He turns to glare at his daughter, unable to keep his eyes solely on her face, unable to keep from looking at her large, firm breasts capped by nipples now swollen in the passion of the moment. "Taylor, I will not tolerate you speaking to your mother like that. Apologize...now."

He does manage to raise his gaze to look sternly into her eyes and her defiance falters momentarily and Taylor whispers, "I'm sorry I said what I said, Mom." Then she regains her courage. "But I meant it about these filthy clothes -- I'm not wearing them anymore." She puts her hands on her hips and strikes a defiant pose, mostly unaware of the striking pose she is creating, her breasts jutting proudly outward.

Dennis nods and tears his eyes away from his daughter's shapely body and looks into his wife's eyes. "No more hitting, Lori. In all the years we've been married, I've never raised a hand to you, but if you hit one of the kids again...just don't do it. They're both adults now."

Lori looks at her husband, her expression of defiance so much like her daughter's. But under his gaze and as she is visibly affected by his words, her defiance crumbles and she nods as tears begin to flow down her cheeks. "It's wrong, Dennis -- us together like this, it's just wrong."

Dennis pulls her against him and hugs her, saying, "We just have to stick together, honey -- we're all we have." He gives a start and adds, "I mean all we have is each other and the Lord."

Teddy enters the discussion, saying softly. "But, Mom -- Taylor's right. We can't keep wearing these nasty things. I'm chafing like all get out. And she was right about the other thing too. It doesn't matter that if you and Sis are naked or not, being around you is making me hard all the freaking time."

Dennis turns and snaps at his son, "Watch your mouth -- do you realize what you're talking about -- this is your sister..." His voice rises as he finishes -- "THIS IS YOUR MOTHER!"

Teddy doesn't back down. "But it's the truth, Dad. You know it is. Are you telling me you've been walking around with an erection for the last few days just because of Mom - that you've not been staring at Taylor too." Teddy turns and smiles at his sister. "I'm with you, Taylor!" he says and shucks his jockey shorts off and with his cock hard and swinging, he uses his foot to fling his soiled underwear in the corner with Taylor's bra.

Lori gasps and stares amazed at her son's now revealed erection -- his cock long and thick. "Oh my God! Teddy, you can't be -- not over your sister and not over..." Lori can't seem to take her eyes off her son's hard penis. "Teddy -- I am your mother!"

Teddy shrugs his shoulders and replies. "I know, but Mom, you're a good looking woman -- you're sexy, just like Taylor is sexy! Its no big deal, we're just reacting like our bodies are designed too. Its just what's gonna happen. Dad can't help it either, getting hard over you or Taylor, it's just biology!"

Dennis is red faced over his son's words and is about to say something in reply when Taylor says, "You tell them, little brother and shoves her panties down and kicks them into the same corner as their other underwear. Both Dennis and Lori gasp as their daughter stands proudly before them, somehow seeming to thrust out both her upright breasts and her bare naked pubic mound.

Lori begins whimpering and turns and presses her face against her husband's bare chest, not noticing the hunger in his face as he stares at his daughter. The room is silent as this father and his children stare at each other -- each exhibiting a different expression. Teddy stands resolute, determined to be serious and to stand his ground. Dennis wears a frown as he struggles with his own emotions, emotions betrayed by his cock which has thickened even more, brushing against Lori's thigh through the material of his boxers, as he stares at his daughter. Taylor is wearing a defiant and triumphant smirk, knowing what her naked body is doing to her father. Her tongue peeks out and rolls along her lips as if anticipating a delicious meal soon to be presented.

Dennis licks his own lips and then shakes himself out of whatever thoughts are dominating his mind. He rubs his wife's back consolingly and I see a decision being made. "Lori," he begins slowly. "I hate to say it, but the kids are right. We can't keep wearing these filthy clothes. My shorts can almost stand up and walk on their own." He takes his hand and lifts his wife's chin upwards so he can look into Lori's eyes.

"Besides, if we don't make a big deal of it, the sinful thrill of seeing each other naked will quickly wear off." Taylor snorts derisively, letting everyone know her opinion about that. Dennis ignores her and as his wife looks at him in disbelief, he slips the straps of her bra off her shoulders and then reaches behind her and deftly unhooks it.

"No," Lori whispers, slowly shaking her head from side to side, but not fighting as her husband removes her bra and drops the thing to the ground.

"Yes, darling." Dennis replies softly, his fingers slowly caressing the chafed strap marks on her shoulders. "It all we can do. Just remain strong and have faith that God will help us resist all temptation." He turns and looks at his children and drops his boxers to the floor and steps out of them. His cock, long restrained, leaps free to slap against Lori's stomach, making her gasp. His cock, while not as thick as his son's is longer by at least an inch. Taylor is now smiling and giving her father a pleased, appraising stare.

Dennis flushes anew under his daughter's scrutiny, but gathers his strength and adds, "We will resist any and all temptation!" His voice although firm contains an underlying tremor, hinting that he has doubts of his own resolve. Dennis turns back to his wife and whispers, "We will resist temptation, Lori." As he speaks, he slips his fingers into the waistband of Lori's panties.
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