Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

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James Wilson

This was all so fucked up. I wanted to just have Mom and Jenny in the same room, to talk about these changes, but how would they react? They were fighting. Mom was calling her a slut. And she didn't want me to tell Jenny. What if it stopped?

What if I ruined having sex with either of them?

I didn't want to give up having Mom suck my cock after it had been in her ass. This was so hot. I leaned against the counter, groaning as she worked her mouth up and down. I stared down her supple back to her ass, her fingers buried in her crack.

She was turning into an anal slut.

“Damn, yes, Mom,” I panted as she bobbed her mouth.

This was so nasty. Jenny hadn't done this for me. She hadn't sucked my cock after it had been in her asshole. I had seen it in porn. It was so hot, then, and even hotter now. I had already cum twice this morning, once in my sister's mouth, and that had given me the stamina to really fuck mom.

But this... Holy shit, this was the hottest thing ever. My balls boiled so fast as she bobbed her mouth and fingered her asshole. She moaned, staring up at me with her motherly face burning with rapture, her dark eyes smoldering. Her bleached-blonde hair clung to her shoulders.

“You are such a slut, Mom,” I panted. “Suck my dirty cock clean of your asshole. Oh, yes.”

She moaned, sucking even harder. It turned her on to hear those words. She was so much like Jenny. I groaned, my head leaning back as the pleasure built and built in my balls. They boiled with how hot this was.

I clenched at the counter, the corner digging into the top of my thighs. I didn't care. I just loved her mouth sucking so hard. I groaned, the cum rising and rising. The pressure building and building as her hot mouth worked its magic.

“Mom!” I grunted. “You want my cum. You want to taste it. You want to devour it.”

She moaned about my dick. She did. I could see it in her eyes.

“Fuck!”

My cock erupted. My incestuous seed flooded my mother's hungry mouth. I shivered, bucking as she gulped down load after load of my cum. She shuddered, her hand moving faster as she played with her asshole. Her eyes squeezed shut.

The pleasure shot through me. No, I couldn't give this up. I needed them both. I wanted to enjoy them both. I loved them both. Shit. My mom and my sister. It was so hot. So delicious. Mom drained my balls as the rapture flooded through me.

“Shit,” I panted. “Damn, Mom, I loved it.”

She popped her mouth off my dick. “Mmm, this is why you can't tell anyone. It's our secret. Promise me, James.”

I shuddered, not wanting to, but that face, those eyes... This was my mom. “Yes, Mom, I promise.”

She gave me such a sultry smile, my cum staining the corners of her mouth. “Good. Now I'm going to make you breakfast. You need to keep your strength up.”

“And I'll talk to Jenny.”

“See if you can convince the hussy to tell me the truth,” she huffed.

“Jesus, Mom, stop calling her that.”

Mom flinched. “I...” She shook her head, grabbing her robe. “She lied. She is having sex with someone. I want to know why.”

I almost blurted out the truth, but maybe Mom would really freak out if she learned I knocked up Jenny. Maybe it was best if neither knew that I was fucking the other. Jenny wasn't keen on any threesomes the one time I joked about it, and Mom would be horrified that I had knocked up my sister.

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Jenny Wilson

I couldn't believe what Mom had called me. I wasn't a slut. I had only been with one guy. Yes, he was my big, sexy brother, but that didn't matter. I was so furious at her. And how could I be so careless? Just throwing cum-stained panties into the laundry. I had done that all last week and was lucky she hadn't noticed.

Idiot.

And why didn't I throw the pregnancy box away with the applicator at school? Everything was all messed up. What would I do? I couldn't tell her who the baby's father was. I needed James so badly. Where was he? Why didn't he follow after?

I bet it was her! She stopped him.

A soft knock rapped my door. “Hey,” I heard my brother say as he twisted the doorknob, but I had locked it. “It's me.”

Such relief surged through me. I bounded across the room and opened the door. He stood there, wearing his boxers and a t-shirt, his hair wet. I glared at him. “You took a shower?”

“Mom's downstairs,” he said, pushing into the room and closing the door behind him. “Sorry. Mom was hovering around. I didn't think it was a good idea, you know.”

“Right, Mom thinks you find me annoying.” My face fell.

He stroked my cheek. “You've been crying.”

“She called me a slut! A hussy! Can you believe that?” The anger burst out of me. “Just because she hasn't gotten laid in five years, doesn't mean I'm a slut.”

“Well, you're my slut.”

I glared at him.

“Sorry, I meant it as a joke.”

My eyes narrowed.

“You're not a slut or a hussy. Your my sexy, little sister. I love you.”

“Better,” I said and let him pull me to his body. He put his arms around me. “This is all my fault.”

“It takes two people to make a baby,” I said.

“No, you wouldn't have had to hide who the father is if I hadn't knocked you up.” He looked down at me. “We could—”

“No!” Fear clenched through me. I hugged him so tightly. “No, no, no, James. She would get so mad at you. You're older than me. They'll blame you. Incest is illegal. I bet she'll think you molested or raped me.”

“Like she thinks a teacher molested you? Is that any better?” James swallowed. “Maybe, she'll understand.”

“How could that prudish bitch understand?”

“Jenny,” he gasped. “That's our mom. She's not a bitch.”

“Whose side are you on?” she accused. “She called me those nasty names. I thought you loved me.”

“I do, but—”

“Then it's fine. She can call me a slut and a hussy and all those other naughty names just so long as I have you.” I leaned up on my tiptoes. “You're the father of my child. My lover. You are all mine. I'm not giving you up. Especially not for her. So promise me!”

“Jenny...”

“Promise you won't do anything heroic and noble by telling mom and taking all the heat.” I squeezed him so tight. “Please, promise me, James.”

“I promise,” he groaned. “I won't tell her.”

“Good,” I sighed. It would be so romantic if he did tell, but then we would never get to do anything. Mom would see to that.

“Jenny, I really think we should tell her—,” he said, but then my lips met his, cutting him off. He groaned, his arms tightening about my body as I kissed him.

I closed my eyes. Nothing mattered when he was kissing me. Nothing but his lips, his arms, his body. I held him so tightly. I moaned into his kiss, our tongues dueling. I loved it. He was so passionate. I wiggled against him, feeling his cock.

Why wasn't he getting hard?

I wiggled harder, my hands sliding down the back of his shirt. I remembered what Alicia told me about licking her big brother's asshole. Maybe I could do something to excite James more. I squeezed his ass through his boxers, writhing my lithe body against his strong form.