Incest/Taboo The Riders of Sirius Minor

On the next hole Taylor hugged and fondled her again. "I really do love your long legs," he whispered, rubbing his hand up and down her slender toned thighs. "I can't wait to rub my legs against yours. Imagine our legs rubbing together. Rubbing together while I'm inside you. Making a Hive baby for you."

His words inflamed her. Mushy's eyes grew wide with lust. "Oh Michael!" she cried, kissing him passionately.

The next time Mushy swung, she missed the ball entirely. For the rest of the fourth hole she found herself immensely distracted. Every time she tried to focus on the ball she was acutely aware of Taylor staring at her.

"Can you stop doing that?" she said irritably, rubbing her thighs together.

"Stop doing what?" Taylor asked innocently.

"Smiling at me," said Mushy.

"You don't like it when Michael smiles at you?" Susan asked.

"Not like that!" said Mushy. Her ball was a good six feet from the hole. It should be an easy shot. She swung gently, sending the ball on a perpendicular tangent.

Mushy lost the fourth hole as well.

Meanwhile Susan and Sophie were competing aggressively against each other. On the first hole Susan wiggled her ass and said, "I'm going to enjoy Michael's body before you do, Astor! I'm going to wear him out! Nothing will be left for you, Astor, nothing except a tiny little stub by the time I'm doing with him!" She swung her golf club gracefully, sending the ball flying into the air.

Sophie said nothing but concentrated on her own swing. She swung... and missed the ball entirely. Susan gave her a mocking grin. But on the next swing Sophie sent the ball flying into the air, near where Susan's landed.

When it was Susan's turn to go, she was about to swing when Sophie suddenly spoke up. "You don't sexually satisfy him."

Susan lowered her club. "What?"

"You heard me," said Sophie, her face impassive.

"How do you know?" She looked concerned.

"He told me," said Sophie.

"He did not!" said Susan.

"I'm a Passive Observer," said Sophie. "Passive Observers don't lie."

Susan frowned and concentrated on her swing once more. But when she swung she hit the ball at an unfortunate angle, sending it flying perpendicular to the green. She glared at Sophie, who gave her a sweet smile.

On the next hole Susan was about to swing when Sophie blurted out, "He doesn't like your ass."

"What?" said Susan.

"He doesn't like flat asses," said Sophie.

Susan frowned. "My ass isn't flat."

Sophie looked away innocently, than ran a hand over her own ass. It was certainly more well rounded than Susan's.

"Did you get implants there too, Astor?" Susan asked. She swung her club, sending the ball flying.

Sophie stepped forward and prepared to take her turn.

"You're right. You do have a nice, big ass," said Susan approvingly. "But Michael told me he doesn't like heavy women."

"Heavy women?" Sophie's eyebrows shot up.

"Um hm. But he does likes experienced women," said Susan. "Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two, Astor. I'll talk to Michael about letting you watch while we make love first." She gave Sophie a wicked smile full of teeth.

Sophie swung, and her ball went flying wildly.

"Come here," Sophie commanded.

Taylor stepped forward even as Susan was preparing to swing on the fourth hole. Sophie took him in her arms and kissed him passionately.

"It won't work, Astor," said Susan. She swung her club, sending the ball flying into the air. "Your turn."

Sophie gave Susan a hard look and took her place. As she was about to swing, Susan said, "Why, what do we have here? Watch closely, Astor, and I'll give you a lesson on how to kiss a man." Susan kissed Taylor passionately, strongly. As they kissed, her hand moved down and squeezed him possessively between his legs. Susan turned and gave Sophie a mocking smile.

Sophie, with trembling hands, swung her golf club, sending her ball flying... in the wrong direction.

"Michael."

"Michael."

"Michael."

Susan gripped her golf club more tightly.

"I notice how you do that," said Sophie conversationally. "As a Passive Observer, I'm trained to notice small details. I can see your muscles tensing up every time I say his name."

"Dream on, Astor," said Susan grimly.

"Michael."

Susan drew back, preparing for her swing.

"Michael."

"Michael."

Susan swung, but instead of sending the ball through the air it stayed on the ground, traveling a mere twenty feet or so.

Sophie smiled sweetly at her from behind her Rider Mask.

Sophie was standing in a small pond up to her knees. Luckily for her she was wearing a short miniskirt which didn't get wet. Her ball was at the bottom of a sloping hill right next to the water and this was the only way she could get access to it while standing on a relatively flat surface. She practiced her swing as Susan taunted her.

"You're all wet, Astor," said Susan. "Perhaps more than we know. Do you feel it, between your legs? The tightness, the tension? Are you lubricating as you think about me having sex with the man you love?"

Sophie gave her a hard look. She moved her club back and forth as she did practice swings.

"It must be quite a contrast, to be hot and wet between your legs and cold and wet down there," said Susan. "Does the cold water cool your passion? Or are you as fiery as ever, as you imagine Michael's long penis inside of me, the head of his penis exploding within me, filling me with his seed, as he groans my name and calls me his one, truth love?"

Sophie grit her teeth and swung. The ball went sailing into the air nearly straight upwards... and then fell down into the pond with a plunk!

Susan gave her a sweet smile and shrugged her shoulders.

Things came to a head on the sixth hole.

Susan and Sophie were both practicing their swings as they continued to taunt each other.

"After I'm done with him he'll only want what I've got," said Susan smugly.

"After you're done with him he'll still need to climax," said Sophie.

"Ladies, ladies!" Taylor cried. He had had enough of their bickering. "There's enough of me to go around!"

Sophie gave Susan a hard stare. Susan returned the favor.

And then Susan burst out laughing. So did Sophie, a second later.

To Taylor's immense surprise the two girls hugged each other, pressing their breasts tightly together as each rubbed the other's middle and lower back lovingly.

"Oh, I haven't had this much fun in ages!" said Susan.

"I've never had this much fun!" Sophie declared, her eyes widening behind her Rider Mask.

"You were joking all along?" said Taylor.

"What? The master of screaning didn't know?" Sophie gave him an innocent look. She played with the collar of his shirt while looking at him with big dark eyes from behind her Rider Mask.

"I think there's a lot of things Michael doesn't know," said Susan accusingly, running her fingertips along the back of Taylor's hand. "But we'll teach him together, won't we Sophie?"

"We surely will," Sophie promised, giving Taylor a wide smile which stretched her Rider Mask.

Susan won the seventh hole. "New rule!" she announced. "The winner of each hole gets a kiss!" She grabbed Taylor strongly and grinded her lips against his. She put her breasts into it, grinding them against his chest as well.

When she pulled back she grinned. "Wait, I forgot, I also won the fifth hole as well!" She grabbed Taylor again and kissed him strongly, passionately. "I look so forward to being fucked by you tonight!" she whispered in his ear, hugging him tightly.

"All right, it's my turn!" Sophie declared, pulling him away from her. "If we're doing this retroactively, I won three holes."

"All right Astor," Susan said, frowning at being interrupted by her. "With all your fumbles, you probably need it more than I do."

Sophie ignored her. She was all smiles as she took Michael in her arms. "I love you so much, Honey," she said simply. She ground her lips against his. The kiss went on and on and on. Taylor felt the warmth of her nuclear tipped breasts pressed against his chest. He felt her hands moving up and down his body, squeezing his ass. "I want you!" she said, staring into his eyes. "I want you so much!" she kissed him again and again.

"Hey, we have a game to continue," Susan protested.

"I have three holes worth of kisses to claim," said Sophie possessively.

"I think you've just taken them all," said Susan. "Besides, what about Mushy? She won two holes, didn't she. What about it, Mushy?"

All eyes turned to her.

Mushy gave a nervous smile. "I... I guess... if you like."

"If I like?" Taylor asked, giving an amused smile as he took her in his arms. "The question is, Mushy, what would you like?" He kissed her strongly. Mushy moaned with pleasure. Her hands, flexing into the air, gradually landed on his shoulders tentatively as they kissed.

Taylor looked at her. "What that terrible?"

"No," Mushy said, her eyes shining. "Not terrible at all." She met his gaze for a moment shyly then turned away.

Susan started to pull ahead, winning both the 8th and 9th hole. She was focused and concentrated, determined to win the competition and be the first one to be inseminated by her lover. The redheaded cutie had such an intense look on her face as she pursed her lips and did a practice swing, gracefully rolling her hips and sliding her long, shiny legs as she swung the club into the air one time after another. Susan's rider was fully exposed on her low cut shirt. It pulsated warmly as she took practice swing after practice swing. Her mid drift was exposed as she wore a half shirt which was tied together just below her breasts, making them look larger. Meanwhile her firm melons were spilling out of the top half, catching Taylor's attention. Susan's long red hair fluttered in the breeze as she caught Taylor staring at her tits. She gave him a pleased grin and blew him a kiss. He smiled back.

"What are you doing?" Sophie demanded of him.

"Just... admiring the view."

"I can see that," Sophie scowled. Her personality had changed radically. She no longer hid her emotions behind a mask of indifference. She was wearing a different mask now, a Rider Mask, but they accentuated rather than hid her feelings. "Why don't you do something?"

"About what?" Taylor watched Susan swing again. She swung so gracefully, her body moving like an elegant dancer. He could watch her all day.

"About her." Sophie gestured to Susan. "She's winning, in case you haven't noticed."

"So?"

"So?" She stared up at him. "Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want me in your arms?"

"Of course I do."

"Don't you want me in your arms first?" She looked at him intently. "Do something, Michael!"

Taylor sighed and sauntered over to Susan, who was still doing practice swings. "Hey there, beautiful."

She smiled at him as her rider inflated on her back, becoming a large yellow-brown ball. "Hey there, sexy! We're only eight holes away from fucking. Are you excited to be getting closer to a hole of a different kind?"

Susan was such a flirt!

"You bet," Taylor grinned. He reached out and gave her a kiss.

Susan purred her approval.

"You like?" Taylor inquired.

"Yeahhhhh," she said, as they started to rock back and forth in each other's arms.

Taylor started to squeeze her ass. "Not at all flat like Sophie says."

"Not even a little?" she grinned.

"No." His kisses grew more and more intense.

"Oh Michael!" said Susan, feeling herself getting aroused. She felt her rider's bones pressing hard against her back. Fuck him, it seemed to be telling her.

And then, just as things were getting hot and heavy, Taylor pulled away suddenly.

"Wh-what was that?" said Susan.

"A preview, for after the game," Taylor explained.

"Oh," said Susan, not quite sure what had just happened. "All right." She focused her attention on the ball, bit her lip, and swung... and her shot went wide.

The next time Susan was preparing to swing Taylor was there again, kissing her once more. "You're so sexy. So very sexy," he murmured, squeezing her breasts through her flimsy nothing of a half shirt.

"I am?" said Susan.

"Yesssss," Taylor hissed. "I can't wait to get inside you."

"Inside me?" Susan's face felt hot.

"Yessss...." He kissed her again. "I can't wait to impregnate you." Another kiss.

"Oh Michael!" Susan cried, as she felt a tingling in her clitoris. But then just as things were getting interesting, he pulled away again.

Susan frowned and stared at him crossly. She returned her attention to golfing and swung again, launching an unintentional grounder which only went a few dozen yards.

"I know what you're doing now," said Susan, in a frustrated, little girl voice as Michael hugged and kissed and touched her at the beginning of the next hole.

"Do you?" Taylor inquired, as he rubbed around the vertical zipper line of her tight white shorts.

Susan bit back a moan as she felt her sensitive cuntlips being stimulated through the material of her shorts. Her rider wasn't helping, increasing the sensitivity of her vulva as part of its efforts to get her to fuck him.

"Please Michael, don't do this to me," she said, looking at him with pleading eyes. But she didn't pull his hand away, instead staring at him with green eyes filled with lust and attraction. She watched helplessly as Taylor's forefinger moved up and down through her shorts over her cuntlips. "Oh Michael! Oh Michael oh Michael oh Michael!" She gasped, as her rider inflated on her back. She kissed him strongly, and moaned again. But suddenly Michael pulled back, leaving her frustrated.

"No, not again!" she cried.

Taylor grinned. "If you want me, win the game," he said.

"I will!" Susan cried. She aimed her club, swung it, and sliced the ball.

Sophie won the 9th and 10th hole, eagerly claiming her kiss each time. Mushy was lingering in last place. Her spectacular performance in the first two holes was forgotten. All Taylor had to do was to give her a broad smile to make her lose her concentration. She frowned at him furiously.

As Susan watched Sophie win again she said, "Michael, you've got to do something!"

"Something?" he grinned at her.

Susan rubbed her hand against his chest. "Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want to be with me?"

"Of course," said Taylor.

"Then make Sophie lose," said Susan.

"What?"

"Do to her what you've been doing to me," said Susan. Suddenly she stared him in the eyes. "Momomomomomomom."

"Momomomomomomom!" Taylor suddenly stiffened.

"Momomomomomom," Susan repeated.

"I will help Sophie lose," said Taylor, as his rider inflated under his dayshirt.

"Momomomomomom!"

"I want Sophie to lose, because I want to have sex with you first," said Taylor. Suddenly he blinked and his face returned to normal. "What was I doing?"

Susan helpfully pointed at Sophie, who was about to swing.

"Oh, yes," said Taylor. He went over to her. "Hey sexy."

"Hey handsome," she said, taking another measured practice stroke.

Sophie was so attractive, especially given what she was wearing. As she bent forward, her large, round ass cheeks poked out of her miniskirt. Farther up, her low cut shirt exposed her heavy, double banded rider. The thick knuckle bones protroded from her back as it held onto her tightly. The two golden bands gleamed brightly in the double suns. Seeing that sexy body under tight rider control made Taylor's penis throb.

Taylor reached around her and squeezed Sophie's big nuclear tipped breasts.

"Michael!" she said, dropping her club. "What are you doing?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Even through her shirt and control collar, her breasts were still a pleasing handful. They were so soft and yet so firm, much more firm than a woman her age should be because of her cold fusion implants. He squeezed them hungrily, imagining them pressing against his chest as he fucked her. Then he spun her around to face him and kissed her passionately.

"Oh Michael... Oh!" she cried.

When Taylor released her she was thoroughly flustered. Sophie returned to her game but her mind clearly wasn't on it as she hit a grounder.

When Sophie went to do her next stroke Taylor was waiting for her.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else?" she said crossly, jerking her chin at the far away location of his own ball.

"Nope. This is exactly where I should be," said Taylor.

"Why?"

He reached out and kissed her.

"No, Michael, not again," she said. "You're supposed to be doing this to Susan."

"And now I'm doing it to you," Taylor murmured. As they kissed, his hand moved down, under Sophie's miniskirt. He started to rub her cuntlips through her silky panties.

"No, Michael!" said Sophie. "No, no, no."

"Yes," said Taylor. "Yes, yes, yes."

Sophie groaned as her rider inflated on her back, a giant double banded yellow-brown bubble, filling her clit and cuntlips with sexual desire. But it really didn't have to. She was already conditioned to be aroused by Taylor's touch. She had been for years. She loved him so much. Sophie moaned as Taylor fingered her cuntlips through her soft panties and clutched his arms tightly.

"So soft... so feminine," he whispered, staring into her hazel eyes.

"Oh Michael!" she cried, moving to kiss him.

But then Taylor abruptly pulled back.

"What? You're just going to stop?" said Sophie.

Taylor pointed to her fallen club. Sophie sighed and picked it up.

She made a few more practice swings... and sliced the ball. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

"No, not again," Sophie pleaded. She had already lost two holes to Susan.

"Yes, again," Taylor confirmed. He kissed and fondled her once more. Sophie's golf club again fell from splayed fingers. His lips found hers. Sophie felt intense arousal as she felt his body against hers. She grinded back against him. She felt his hand moving downwards. But this time it was not moving under her skirt from below. Taylor inserted his hand from above, slicing between both her miniskirt and her panties.

"No, Michael no," she whispered, as she felt his fingers gracing her thick pubic bush downwards, inevitably downwards. Sophie cried out as his fingers touched her cuntlips. They were thick and orangey and coated with ultrasensitive Hiveflesh, amplifying each caress.

"Oh... Oh Michael! Oh Michael!" she cried, as she felt his fingers rubbing against her.

"You seem to be in a bit of distress, Astor," Susan observed, smiling cynically as she watched Sophie being masturbated. "Perhaps you'd like to concede the game and take a cold shower."

"No!" Sophie cried. But her body betrayed her. She gasped again as she felt Taylor's finger penetrate her. "Oh Michael! I love you so much! I can't wait to feel your penis inside me! I can't wait for you to fill me with the seeds of Hivelife!" She looked up at him longingly.

"You might have to wait a while for that, Astor," said Susan. "At least, until I've taken a piece of him."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Sophie gasped, as Taylor's roving finger moved in and out. She had totally lost control now. She had become a slave to a single finger of Taylor's hand. She stared into his eyes and was overtaken with lust.

And then as suddenly as he started he simply stopped, pulling his hand out of her waistband. His forefinger was glistening with her pubic juices.

"No! You can't stop just like that!" Sophie cried.

"Play, Astor," said Susan. "Play, or concede."

Sophie, frowning mightily, picked up the club and tried to concentrate.

It took her three swings before she could hit the ball.

After that, Taylor stopped trying to influence the girls. Whatever Susan had done to him seemed to have worn off. Sophie and Susan resumed trying to sabotage each other directly. On the 14th hole, Sophie's ball got stuck in a sand trap. Susan taunted her as Sophie took swing after swing, only succeeding in tossing sand into the air. She went over to Taylor and began to rub and kiss him and even to rub his groin in front of her.

"Watching Sophie making sand castles gives me the distinct feeling that you're going to be mine first tonight, Honey," Susan cooed, brazenly rubbing the bulge in Taylor's pants. "I can't wait to have first dibs on your massive cockmeat!" She cupped it possessively. "You see this, Astor? This is mine, not yours! All mine!"

Sophie swung again, causing sand to blow in her hair but leaving her ball untouched.

"I'm going to wear you out, Michael," Susan declared, staring into his eyes. "I'm going to wear you out so much that when Astor comes for you, all that will be left will be a tiny stub! A tiny tiny stub! Now kiss me!"

Such was her power over him that Taylor complied, kissing her passionately.

Sophie swung again, and again she missed the ball.

"Watch that swing, Astor! You almost got sand in my eyes!" Susan laughed. She sauntered over and lifted up the ball and put it back on the green. "There. I moved it, at no extra penalty for you."

Sophie glared at her, not eager to accept charity from her rival. She raised her club, getting ready to swing, until Susan whispered in her ear. "You'll get sloppy seconds. Astor! All you'll get is sloppy seconds from now on, and you'll learn to love it!"

Sophie swung her club, and her golf ball went straight up into the air like a rocket before dropping back down, ten feet away.

"That's progress, I suppose," Susan snickered, putting her arm around Taylor's waist.

But Susan was the one frowning when they came to the 15th hole. After her first swing she had trouble finding her ball.

"Where is it?" she said, searching the area. "Where is it where is it where is it?"

"Where is what?" Sophie asked.

Susan glared at her. She continued to look around. "I know it landed around here somewhere."

"Time is passing," Sophie said impatiently. "If you can't find your ball, you'll have to restart at the beginning of the hole, and take a stroke penalty."

Susan shot her another glare before turning her attention back to the ground again. Where was her ball?

She searched fruitlessly for several moments, sensing Sophie's growing impatience. She looked up at her again. "You know where it is, don't you?"

"Me?" said Sophie.

"You, the great Passive Observer and all."

"As a Passive Observer I cannot interfere with the course of events," Sophie grinned.

"You do know where it is!" said Susan.

"All I passively observe is that if you spent more time watching your own balls than Michael's, you might not be in this predicament," Sophie smirked.

That earned her another glare. Then Susan noticed Taylor looking amused as well. "What?" she said. Taylor gave no answer. Then she said, "You know where my ball is, don't you?" She pushed him slightly. "Do you?" She looked up at his face, grabbed it, and kissed him strongly. "Tell me, Michael," she whispered in his ear. "Tell me where it is, and you'll have me any way you like tonight."

"Any way?" said Taylor.

"Yeah," Susan smiled.

"Don't tell her anything, Michael!" said Sophie sharply.

Taylor shrugged. "My hands are tied, Susan." He gestured with his eyes.

Susan frowned.

Taylor gestured with his eyes again.

He was looking at Sophie.

Susan frowned and marched over to Sophie, looking her up and down. Sophie smiled innocently enough. Susan ran her hands up and down Sophie's body.

"Hey hey hey!" Sophie cried.

Susan put her hands on her hips and frowned some more. She looked back at Taylor then back at Sophie. Then she pushed Sophie back.

And then the ball, which had been under Sophie's right foot all along, magically revealed itself.

"Oh, how did that get there?" Sophie said innocently.

"This isn't over, Astor!" Susan said.

"But we all know how it's going to end, don't we?" said Sophie, smiling sweetly.

The girls continued to compete aggressively against each other. But by the time they got to the 18th and final hole, Susan had stubbornly held onto a one stroke advantage. She concentrated, took a deep breath, and swung. The ball sailed beautifully into the air and landed on the green, not far from the hole.

Susan watched silently as Sophie hit her ball. It too went sailing into the air, but landed on the far edge of the green.

"He's going to be mine, Astor, all mine," said Susan gleefully.

After Taylor and Mushy had their turns, they walked to the green together.

"What's wrong, Sophie?" said Susan. "You look sad."

"It's nothing," said Sophie.

"You know it's just a game," said Susan. "You know we're both, all three of us actually, are going to have mind blowing sex with Michael tonight."

"Yeah," said Sophie.

"But you really want him first, don't you?" Susan asked. "It really means that much to you?"

Sophie didn't answer. Her eyes kept staring at the ground.

When they got to the green Susan saw that her ball was about six feet from the hole. It would not be a simple shot but also not a very difficult one. She took her time, aiming carefully. She noticed Sophie had turned away. She didn't want to see it. She didn't want to watch as Susan earned the first chance to be impregnated by Taylor.

Sophie heard the clink of a ball being hit, and then "Rats!" She turned around to see Susan's ball, not two feet from the hole.

How had she missed?

Sophie approached her own ball with a new spring in her step. She was a good thirty feet from the hole, a difficult but not impossible shot. Susan stood very still, trying not to distract her in any way, and held her breath.

Sophie hit the ball in a careful, measured way. It went directly to the hole in a straight line like a guided missile. But her ball got slower and slower, until it stopped, just a foot from the hole.

"Oh no," said Susan softly. "No, no, no." Then she raised her voice. "Well, Astor, this is interesting." Her own ball was only two feet away from the hole. An easy shot. "If I get this one in, and you do the same, we'd be tied." She grinned wickedly. "Should we do an extra hole to decide things, or are you in the mood to share Michael together?"

Sophie didn't respond. Her Rider Mask hid any hint of expression.

Susan returned attention to her ball. She aimed very carefully, feeling the wind at her back. It was only a two foot shot. She aimed, and aimed again, and putted.

The ball moved slowly forward, missing the hole by only two inches.

Sophie's eyes went wide. How had she missed that?

She went forward to her own ball, which was only a foot from the hole.

Only a blind woman could miss that. Sophie spend a full moment doing practice putt after practice putt. She too felt the wind on her back. Her palms were sweaty, her heart racing wildly. Finally she forced herself to swing.

Her heart was thumping as the ball slowly rolled into the hole.

Success!

Susan casually knocked her own ball into the hole. "I guess the best woman won after all, Astor," she said.

Sophie grabbed her by the arms. "Why?" she asked.

"Why what?" Susan grinned.

"Why?" Sophie repeated.

Susan sighed, causing her rider to appear to shift up and down between her shoulder blades. "I'm a sucker for romance. You've been waiting to have Michael in this way for what, 20 years, since your Academy days? I've been waiting too, but not nearly as long as you have. I figured... I figured you deserved it." She gave Sophie an unexpectedly shy look. Green eyes stared into hazel ones behind a Rider Mask.

Sophie hugged her tightly, pressing her heavy nuclear tipped breasts against Susan's smaller ones. "Thank you, Susan! I won't forget this!"

"I hope not!" said Susan. "When Michael comes inside of you, you'll think of me!"

Sophie pushed her away and laughed. "That's something I'll never do!"

When Taylor and Mushy arrived at the hole both Susan and Sophie were laughing hysterically, hugging with their arms wrapped around each other. Even by screaning he still had no idea who had won. "What? What happened?" Taylor asked. "Who won?"

Susan hugged Sophie and kissed her cheek. "The best woman won, Michael. That's who," she grinned.​