Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

Eventually, one or both of us would usually have pity on him and get him off, following which he would slink off to his room, often with some arbitrary order from us ringing in his ears: “You are not allowed to clean that jizz off your hand until tomorrow morning, you hear?” “Give me those panties! You will go naked for the next 2 hours.” “How dare you stand up?! Get back on your knees and crawl to your room.” I think the despair might have come partly from the realization that this degradation was not dampening his arousal but enhancing it. He was becoming his mistresses’ submissive little bitch, and he knew it.

But right now, I was in a magnanimous mood. “I think our little slave deserves a reward for good behaviour. How about you, Kirsty?”

Kirsty pretended to think about it. “Well, he has done everything we ordered without fail. And now that I have had one brother, I’d like to try the other.” She turned, faced away from Ricky, and kissed me deeply, her tongue massaging mine. As she did so, she pulled me into the center of the room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our breasts pressed together.

Then she turned to look over her shoulder. “Well come on, kid. Take off the bra, get over here and fill my cunt!”

It was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment we had teased and denied him for so long. He was so eager that I think he missed the first time, leaping at Kirsty’s back and leaving his wang sticking out between her upper thighs. I saw the bell-end protrude, then withdraw, and then heard the longest, most satisfied groan as it entered the hot young love tunnel it yearned for. For several moments, he rested like that, his cheek resting on the blonde girl’s shoulder blade and her inner depths embracing his penis. Then ever so slowly, he pulled back and then thrust again, as if every centimetre of penetration was an experience to be individually savoured. In front of him, his paramour’s tongue continued to grapple and press on his sister’s.

A small part of my brain was dimly aware of Simon’s continued presence, and tried to process how to integrate him, but there was little capacity to think beyond the pulsing, raw erotic power of the three-way triste already in progress. Kirsty broke off to plant delicate, sizzling, nuzzling kisses on my sensitive neck as her fingers worked on my even more sensitive cunt.

Then something else was there at my opening, warm meat cleaving my pussy lips, and hot male breath on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken care of it. Her fingers had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it wide to view invitingly from behind, while her lips on my neck had given her freedom to beckon with her eyes. I knew that sexually charged gaze well, but it was still a surprise and delight that it was all the convincing Simon needed to give in all resistance and sample the incestuous delights of his little sis’ tight vagina.

And so the four-way tableau of coupled young bodies was complete. Amid the pushing of two eager male pelvises, it became difficult to maintain the lip-lock without teeth smashing against each other, but our fingers intertwined and our eyes were fixed on the feminine gaze only an inch away, feeding on the lust and arousal we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my sister biologically as much as she felt emotionally, to make the sinful, incestuous symmetry complete.

Hips thrust, cocks pistoned, pussies stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the joyful exertion of it, the room permeated with the spicy aroma of fresh perspiration, and there yet another reminder of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the aroma had that tingly familiar overtone. Even if we don’t realize it most of the time, our personal aromas are always there, and here the experiences of intense, passionate fucking were blended with smells that had surrounded me every day since birth. On my tongue was the now-familiar taste of Kirsty’s lips, garnished with the added flavour of my own aroused vagina. Touch, taste, smell, sight, every sense was alive with the insistent drive of a sister, two brothers and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way sexual congress.

It was an instant and an eternity before Simon leaned forward, pressed his chest against my back, and growled, “Oh God, Rachel, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in your pussy, sis. Oh God, your pussy is so hot!”

“Yes!” Kirsty gasped. “Cum in your sister. Fill our pussies with your hot semen. My… Oh God. I’m cumming too. Aaahhh!”
And she pressed her lips on mine so hard it almost bruised, her aggressive tongue forcing its way right to the back of my throat, leaving no doubt the illicit thrill of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex drive massively. She was an only child, so to her it can only have been an exciting idea, unburdened with the mess of any daily interactions with real siblings.

For me, the reality of it was even more intense. My orgasm came as an almost physical heat, spreading out from my slick loins to my furthest extremities, like a full-body blush at the shame of breaking such a fundamental taboo. Pleasure spilled through me, as if my body itself tried to resist, but could not stem the torrent of orgasmic joy. The scream of sheer pleasure that erupted from my mouth would surely have alerted the entire neighbourhood, had it not been muffled by my girl-friend’s thick tongue filling my oral cavity.

As Kirsty and I collapsed limply, I found myself only an inch from her spasming labia, liberally basted with Rick’s sperm. I felt further splashes as my brothers anointed the smooth-skinned tangle of nubile girls with their second and third explosions of ejaculate.

I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by massive grins. “Okay, get out now,” I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the lack of any authority in my voice, they obeyed.

Before standing up though, Simon took a handful of Kirsty’s long, smooth blonde hair and used it to wipe off his softening dick, letting the now jizz-matted strands full back to land on their owner’s soft, flushed cheek. “See you at dinner,” he said insolently as he grabbed his pants.

We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle, glowing aftermath of what had just happened. Then her tongue between my legs prompted me to dive into her folds myself, licking up the mingled sexual juices deposited there. I had no immediate urge to engage in further intercourse right now, it just seemed a shame to waste those lovely secretions. I realized then that I had grown to not just enjoy, but love the taste of semen, and especially the heady blend to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.

And so we lay there, two beautiful teenage cum-sluts lapping at each other’s vaginas and the leavings of two teenage boys who had come from the same vagina. And the leavings of my father. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the chain myself, but for the moment I was content. In a while, I knew the stimulation would have us ready to go again, and the pace of our nibbles and licks would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my blonde fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her legs was enough.