Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

A hot orgy.

My daughters held my dick, my arms around them, holding them close. Crystal leaned her head against my shoulder, tall enough to reach, but Kitty rested hers on my side. We reached their mother, a big grin on her face.

“You're going to fuck our twins,” Anne breathed. “Remember when they were born? How beautiful they were?”

I smiled at my wife, remembering that happy moment, how beautiful Anne looked even with her face wan and sweaty after thirteen hours of labor. “Yeah. And now they're twenty. All grown up and ready to fuck.”

“Yes, they are,” my wife groaned and opened the doors to the worship hall.

It had two rows of pews normally, but they'd been pushed together in the back to create more space up front before the podium and the baptism pool to the right. Guys and girls sat around on clumps of sleeping bags, some up on the stage, others where the pews should be. They were talking, hanging out, many of them in their pajamas. But not the sexy kind. No lingerie. They were all in tame flannel bottoms and t-shirts or PJ tops. No girls just in their panties and bras, no guys in their boxers with their shirts popped off.

Such a lame slumber party.

It took a moment before anyone noticed the five naked people entering. A girl let out a gasp, her face going wide. It was Michelle Henderson, the church girl Jessica seduced before inducting Crystal into lesbian delights.

“K-Kip!” she spluttered, pointing. “Th-there... Oh, my god!” Then she covered her eyes, her cheeks going crimson.

Others were turning, girls gasping, some of the boys trying to act like they weren't staring at my naked wife and daughter. The youth minister, Kip Larson, rose from a group playing cards, still clutching his hand as he gaped.

A card fell from his grip, fluttering to the ground.

Then his face hardened. The tall, skinny man, about my age, stalked over. His black goatee quivered as anger filled his face. “Mr. and Mrs. Horne, what are you doing? This is... And they're...your daughters? What deviancy is this. You have to leave right now! Then I'll be calling the police.”

I waved a hand. “Everyone, listen up and be quiet. And turn off that music.”

Everyone, Kip included, all turned for the source of the sound, the boombox plugged into the microphone system. A mad scramble of youths in their PJ's racing for it, the youth minister turning from me, darting three steps before a nerdy guy turned off the music.

The worship hall went quiet save for the slick sound of my daughters stroking my cock coated in Kitty's juices.

“Good,” I said. “Now let's gather around.”

“Dad?” Rosie gasped. Her and her twin sister emerged out of side room, the light flicking from a movie playing. A few other girls, and two guys, followed them out. “Mom?”

Rosie and Lily were almost impossible to tell apart. Only the most subtle differences in their faces—Rosie's lips a little plumper, Lily's face a little skinnier—allowed us to tell them apart. They both had the same shade of brassy-brown hair, their breasts rounded in their flannel tops. Matching bottoms clad their long legs. They had my height, the tallest of my daughters, standing a few inches higher than their mother.

“No questions,” I said. “I'm just here to spread the good news.”

Kip Larson tried to ask a question. He opened his mouth. He looked on the verge of saying something. Then puzzled fear flickered across his face. He grabbed at his throat, trembling. Some of the girls were crying silently, tears rolling down their faces. Marybeth, Kip's nineteen-year-old daughter, hugged her father, shaking in fright.

“And calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of.” I grinned at them, my thoughts tingling. “Because we're going to have a real party. You've all been taught that sex and incest are sins, and I'm here to tell you that you couldn't be more wrong. It's not. You love and accept it. You all...”

My words trailed off. My powers reached out to the gathered twenty-or-so youths and their minister. Pain stabbed into my brain. I groaned, swaying. My daughters gasped, holding me as my darkness fuzzed across my vision. Agony pressed on my brain, hammering into it.

My heart beat in fear.

The world spun around me, my vision going black.

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“Something's gone wrong!” Alexis gasped, impaling down her father's cock and stopping her bounce. “The God!”

Deidre's heart clenched. She clutched at her breast, staring at the screen. Drone control managed to get one fiber optic camera drilled through the church's wall, giving a wide-angle view of the worship hall. The God swayed in his daughters' embrace. He groaned, on the verge of collapsing.

“Has something gone wrong with the Halo?” Robert asked in shock. “We never tested them on anyone.”

“They're perfect,” snapped Deidre. “Would you question his design?”

“No,” Robert gasped. “Of course not. But... Could we have messed up the production of them? He's in pain.”

His daughters clutched him, supporting him. The watching youths and their minister stood calm, shaking their heads, being affected by his command and... “They're resistant to the idea of premarital sex and something as taboo as incest,” Deidre gasped. “I mean, this is a church group. These are the ones most committed to Christianity's repressive beliefs. Especially about the pleasures our bodies can experience.”

The God shook his head. He straightened, taking deep breaths.

“Did it just put a lot of stress on his mind?” Alexis asked. “I thought the halo could control everyone in a six-hundred-yard radius.”

“The more he changes someone, the more effort it takes.” Deidre swallowed. “Our Gods will have to navigate this issue as they spread their messages. But he's fine. He did it.”

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