Incestuous Harem's Passion
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Twenty-One: Stud's Naughty Sisters
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!
July 19th, 2027 – Catherine Nicholson
I stood there shocked as Cruzita Martínez, one of the prosecutors on the Elliston case, was stripping naked before me. That she wanted to watch my brother and I fuck. Panic pumped through my veins. Cold and oily.
Was this a trap?
My brother and I, while testifying for the prosecution, all but admitted we were into incest by supporting the Ellistons. By telling the jury we didn't think consensual incest between brothers and sisters was wrong. They had to know that we did it. Cruzita seemed to.
The Hispanic woman. Slipped off her blouse, revealing her round breasts trapped in a lacy, gray bra. Black trimmed around it. She reached behind her, this naughty smile on her face as she undid her bra and then dropped it to the floor.
“Come on,” she cooed, her hips undulating from side to side, skirt rustling, “you need to get naked. I want to watch you pound your sister, Isaac. Mmm, that will be so hot.” Her bra came off. Her tits appeared. Round and still firm with her age. She was a mature woman, forty and in great shape. She dropped her bra. “Don't be shy, officers. Incest is so hot.”
She unzipped her skirt while the panic was turning into something else. She was getting naked. This couldn't be a trap, and yet...
Her skirt dropped down her thighs.
“We're not into incest,” my brother said.
“Liar,” cooed Cruzita. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and then shoved them down her body. It rolled off her rump and then down her thighs. Her bush came into view. She worked the cloth down her lush, golden-brown thighs. She straightened up, fixing us with such a sultry grin. “I know all about you and your sister. Elisabet Reenburg told me while her daughter ate out my cunt and my daughter ate out hers.”
“What?” my brother groaned as the naked prosecutor leaned against her bookshelf covered in those expensive law tomes. She thrust her hand between her thighs and rubbed at her hot flesh.
“I fuck my daughter all the time,” she moaned. “It's amazing. Incest is the best. Now show me. Let me see you two fuck. I know you love it. I can tell. It was so hot hearing you say those words in the courtroom. You came so close to admitting it on the stand. You're both so brave. Yes, yes, you're helping to get Clint off.”
“What the fuck is going on?” I gasped. Get Clint off. “You're the fucking prosecutor!”
“Mmm, I am,” she moaned, her fingers playing with her cunt. “Now let me see you two fuck you naughty, naughty cops.”
“Shit,” my brother growled. Then he was tearing off the tie he wore as part of our dress blues. His fingers were attacking the buttons. “You wanted me to pound you, Cat.”
I shivered. I did. My burning lusts were coming back. They had been suppressed by my fear, but that was dwindling. The molten cream soaked my panties. Then my hands were attacking my uniform. I ripped off my tie and untucked my blouse. It rattled with the one medal I had. I pushed the buttons through the eyelets one after the other and then ripped open my blouse.
Cruzita smiled, her fingers rubbing through her bush. She groped her breast with her other hand, staring at us with lidded lust. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, my round breasts popped out, swaying with perky grace.
“That tattoo,” groaned Cruzita. “Ooh, I love it.”
I glanced down at the Chinese dragon I had tattooed in a circle around my heart. It climbed up the slope of my left tit. Then I glanced at my brother. He had a matching one in the same spot on his chiseled pecs.
“Matching tats,” panted the depraved, Latina prosecutor. “Those aren't new. You've had those before you got into fucking.”
“Yeah,” I groaned. “Do you want our life history or watch my brother pound my cunt?”
“Pound your cunt!”
“Yes,” growled my brother. He smacked my rump. “Get those pants off. I'm going to ram my cock to the hilt in you.”
I grinned at him and attacked the zipper. I pulled it down with a steely rasp. I shuddered as I wiggled my hips, working my slacks off my ass. They fell down my legs to bunch around my ankles. I seized my panties next and peeled them off my rump and down my thighs. My breasts bounced and heaved as I wiggled to do it.
“Oh, my, that's a nice cock,” groaned Cruzita. “I've come to prefer pussy, but a nice dick is something to be enjoyed. Especially your brothers, right?”
I bent over her desk, pressing my tits into the rubbery writing blotter. “Yes! I love my brother's cock ramming into me. He fucks me hard. He gives me the absolutely best fucking in the world. He pounds me until I explode.”
“I want to see that,” groaned Cruzita, her fingers rubbing up and down her cunt. “Oh, yes, yes, I want to see that so badly. Pound your sister. Make her explode, Officer.”
I wiggled my rump. “You heard her, bro. Fuck me! I need it. Do you see how wet I am? I wanted to scream out to the courtroom how much I love my brother. How much I love his cock in me. I need that cock!”
“Then you're going to get it,” he said. His cock rubbed into my shaved pussy. He slid it up and down my folds, caressing me. Teasing me. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned at the touch on my flesh. He nudged my clit. The pleasure burst from my bud.
He pushed his dick's tip against my pussy lips. I groaned as he pressed harder and harder against my folds. He wasn't ramming into me. No, he was making me savor his shaft. I gasped, rubbing my tits into the desk as he entered me slowly. I felt every inch of him sliding into me. He reached deeper and deeper. I groaned, the friction rippling over me.
Cruzita let out a throaty moan. Her breasts jiggled out of the corner of my eye. She frigged her cunt with hunger. She licked her lips as she played with her twat. She groaned when my brother bottomed out in me.
“You love him being in you,” she hissed.
“Of course I do!” I gasped, my cunt squeezing around him. “We were meant to be together. His cock feels amazing in my cunt. Oh, yes, yes, fuck me!”
My brother drew back and then he rammed back into my cunt. He buried hard into my snatch. That wonderful bliss surged through my body. His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure burst through me. I groaned as he planted his hands on either side of me and now hammered me.
He gave me the fuck I craved. Needed.
That wild thrust. He didn't hold back his passion. He gave it to me without restraint. He buried into me again and again. He plowed into me with such hard passion. His strokes were incredible to experience. I whimpered. Moaned. I savored it. I squeezed my eyes shut and embraced every second of his dick ramming in my cunt.
It was incredible to experience. I enjoyed my brother's dick ramming into my juicy cunt. He stirred me up. He sent the pleasure rippling through my body. I groaned, squeezing in my cunt. I undulated my hips, stirring his cock around in me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my body trembling. The pleasure surged through me. The ecstasy flowed through my body. I groaned, the bliss building and building in me. Such amazing rapture brewed in my cunt. I would cum so hard. “Oh, that's the best. Fuck me, bro!”
“God, Cat!” he growled. “She's fingering her pussy. She's getting off watching our incest.”
“I am!” Cruzita moaned. “Mother of God, that's hot. Just fuck her., Ram that big dick into her cunt. Just cum in her. Flood her with all that spunk.”
“Yes!” I gasped, squeezing my cunt down on his dick. The pleasure surged through my body. I whimpered, my hips stirring from side to side. I loved it. I savored every second of it. This heat swept through my body. “Shit!”
“That's right!” he growled, plunging hard and fast into my cunt. He plowed into me with such force. He rammed into my cunt with those powerful strokes. He fucked me hard and fast. “Damn, Cat!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped.
My orgasm built and built with every hard stroke of my brother's cock into my pussy. He rammed that big dick into me. He buried that hard cock into my pussy. He slammed it with such power into me. The pleasure hit that huge peak. It was an amazing experience.
My eyes flicked to Cruzita. She had three fingers thrusting into her cunt. Her hand groped her tits. She squeezed and kneaded those boobs. She massaged her big tits, this look of lust in her eyes. She slid her fingers up and pinched her nipple. She twisted it and groaned. Her face scrunched up. Her whimpers burst from her lips.
“Cum in her!” she moaned. “Cum in your sister. I want to see that. Mmm, flood her!”
“Flood me!” I groaned, his balls smacking into my clit. Incestuous sparks burst from my bud and showered through my cunt.
It felt incredible. The heat washed through my body. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on his cock as the pleasure built and built my orgasm. His balls smacked into my clit over and over again. That wonderful, staccato rhythm of bliss. I whimpered, feeling the delight driving me towards that moment of ecstatic release.
He grunted and groaned, crotch spanking my rump. I squeezed down on him at the pull back. The pleasure flared. The friction blazed hot. He moaned my name. I gave my brother pleasure. I satiated his cock.
He buried into me.
I came.
“Cum in me!” I howled, my pussy going wild around his cock. My flesh spasmed, a wild and passionate release that swept through my body. I shuddered on the table. I rubbed my tits into it. The bliss shot through my body. It was incredible.
The heat washed through my body. I groaned. The waves of bliss swept hot through my body and drowned my mind. My cunt convulsed around his plunging dick. This amazing delight swirled over my thoughts.
He grunted as he plowed into my climaxing twat. I whimpered, bucking through the rapture, rubbing my nipples into the writing blotter. My cunt convulsed and spasmed around that big dick. I drank in the pleasure of this. The euphoria of that amazing cock plundering me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, god, bro, cum in me.”
“Cum in her!” the prosecutor whimpered, her voice throaty with her own orgasmic bliss. She sounded like she was in heaven.
I knew she was.
“Fuck, Cat!” he growled and buried into me. “I love you.”
Hot cum jetted into my pussy. My brother's seed.
“I love you, too!” I gasped, my cunt going wild. I milked him. I worked out his cum. My pussy drank it in. It was incredible. This rippling heat washed through my body. I pressed my face into the blotter and howled out my bliss.
My pussy milked my brother's cock. It sucked out every last bit of his cum. His cock pumped it into my twat. That wonderful, incestuous jizz filled me. My climax hit that outstanding peak. I hovered there as my brother basted my cunt.
Isaac panted over me. His cum filled me. I squeezed my pussy around his cock and mewled my delight. We had thrown our support with the Ellistons. It was the right thing to do. There was nothing wrong with what they did. Nothing at all.
Incest was amazing.
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Delilah Midgley
My hand shook as my phone showed, “Call Connecting...”
Would it go through? Had my son changed his number since I threw him out of the house two years ago in shame and panic. I understood now. I didn't have to be ashamed of my desires. I could be a good mother and love my son. It was all so clear to me sitting on the jury for Clint Elliston and his family's trial.
The phone rang.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as the phone trilled once.
Twice.
Three times.
Four.
Would he answer?
Five times.
What if he was busy?
Six times.
What if he didn't want to talk to his mother?
Seven times.
Why would he want to talk to his mother after wha—
“Hello,” a flat voice answered. Deep. A man. My son.
“Ian,” I croaked, my heart pounding. I had it on speaker, the phone cradled in both hands. “It's, um, Mom.”
“I know.” He didn't sound at all happy to hear from me. “What do you want.”
“I just...” This was so difficult. I wanted this happy reunion, but all my fantasies had been full of my bubbly seduction and his eager desire for me. Not his apathy. Not my terror. “I wanted to apologize. For what I did. It wasn't you. It was all me. I was... I was having issues and took them out on you.”
“And?”
“And I'm sorry. I want you to come over. Have dinner. I want to work things out. I love you, Ian.”
He let out a heavy sigh. “I'm busy.”
“Just pick the evening,” I told him. “I'll be free. Please, Ian. I'm so sorry. I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to be the mother I wanted to be.”
“A few days, I guess.” He didn't sound enthusiastic. “Okay? I have work. Bills to pay.”
“Please, I just want to r—”
“I have to get going... Mom. A few days. All right. I'll come over. I just... I have to go.”
Before I could say goodbye, the line went dead.
The tears hit me immediately. I sank down on my couch, feeling them pour down my cheeks. If I hadn't said those words to him two years ago, but instead revealed my passion, my desire for him, what would have happened? Would he have let me keep sucking his cock? Would he have eaten my pussy? Throw me down on the bed and ravaged me with his youthful passion?
Then I wouldn't have wasted all this time. It was so precious. What if I'd destroyed any chance of love between us? What if dinner in a few days would only lead to more pain and suffering from my son. I trembled, the tears spilling hot down my cheeks.
I wasn't a horrible mother for wanting to suck my son's cock, but for how I treated him out of shame and anger. Did I deserve my second chance? Was I fooling myself that I was at all worthy of reconnecting with Ian?
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Clinton “Clint” Elliston III – July 21st, 2027
The next two days of the trial were given over to technical stuff by the prosecution. Testifying about the objects found in my house. How all the children born in the family were incestuous, proved by blood tests, save my daughter Daisy, whom I had with Stefani, and my daughter Reina, whom I had with Mrs. Hiragawa. The experts had to go over all the science, making sure there could be no doubts about our guilt.
Experts in the harm of incest were brought on to talk about developmental impairment and sexual paraphernalia, painting it all in a bad light. Through that portion, Jonette Walsh nodded her head in approval while a few others on the jury like an Asian woman named Ahn Ngo paid attention. Elisabet did what she could to score points, but there wasn't much to refute.
It wasn't like my family and I were denying that we were into incest.
Overall, the jury seemed to be on our side save Jonette Walsh. She sat there like the immovable wall that everything would crash in to. She sat there with the moxie and grit to endure the rest, to hold out against them out of pure spite. It had to do with her children. Pam suspected the woman caught her son and daughter in bed and wasn't at all happy about it.
That she might even blame my championing of incest as the reason for her children's shared passion.
It worried me. This plan wouldn't work if we had a hung jury. It would mean starting up in a few months and doing this all over again, ***********ing another jury. We might get a worse one. A better one. Months more of worry. Of this pressure crushing down on my back.
What if I had really destroyed our family?
Facing trial and winning a jury over seemed like something easy. Attainable. It had just been theory before. Something that we prepared for but did I ever truly believe we would be here? That the good times would never end?
I thought it would go on and on without anything bad happening. That we were breaking the rules and getting away with it. After all, we'd done it for a decade. Why wouldn't that keep going? It was a logical fallacy.
Now...
“The prosecution rests, your honor,” Ed Thomas said, the lead prosecutor heading back from the lectern to the desk to sit down.
“We'll recess until tomorrow, 9 AM,” Judge Coburn said. He had announced his retirement once this trial was over. Every time his eyes met mine, they blazed with anger. I had set him up. Seduced him into incest via Layla and her mother, got him addicted to that slutty and submissive daughter of his, and then used that to make sure he ran the trial the way I needed it.
I wounded his pride. Another thing I hadn't counted on.
“The defense will begin their case,” the judge said and then dismissed the court.
Immediately, Ed stood up and headed over to our table, motioning to Elisabet. The pair started talking. I studied them, trying to read their body language. They both had serious looks on their faces. Elisabet then nodded and glanced at me. She made a motion with her hand.
I moved to her, pulling away from my women. I joined Elisabet as we walked down the aisle. “Plea bargain offer?”
She nodded.
My stomach roiled. I felt the weight of my impending decision, my family's fate, pressing down on me as we slipped out of the courtroom into the packed hallway. The media were there, crying out their questions. I just smiled, nodded, and kept walking to a small conference room we could use. I closed the door against them, blocking out the cacophony.
“This scrutiny is terrible,” she said, shaking her head. “They're digging into my husband.”
“And?” I asked. “Does he have anything that will blow up in our faces.”
“Just that he's a cuckold to our son,” Elisabet said and then smiled, a look of delight flashing across her face.
“Plea bargain?” I asked. “You can go home and fuck your son later.”
“Right.” She glanced at him. “Five years probation for your women and five years in jail for you with another five years probation upon your release.”
My stomach slithered around in my guts. “Okay.”
“You could be out in two and a half years with good behavior. Minimum security prison. The deal expires when we start our case tomorrow morning.”
“I see,” I said. I could get all my women out of going to prison. Five years probation was nothing. None of them were criminals. And what were a few years in jail? Make this all go away. Then I didn't have to risk everything on Jonette Walsh digging her feet so deep that nothing could move her. “What do you think?”
“That we're getting a hung jury and a mistrial,” she said. “I don't see how we can get Jonette to budge. But they're worried, too. Ed wants to bury you, but the rest of the jury, especially Bennett and Midgley, are on our side. He's not getting the conviction he wants. At least if you get jail, it'll let him beat his chest and claim victory. Save face.”
“And it expires if we start our defense?”
“Right now, it's a tie.” She sighed. “Who knows what it will be after our defense. It could go our way. His. Nothing is ever certain in a trial.”
I nodded. A jury wasn't a robot we could predict. It was twelve people. Irrational, emotional, annoyed humans who had had their lives disrupted so they could find the truth about my family. It was always the weakest part of the plan.
And the most important. If I could convince twelve people to find us innocent, what a message that would send about incestuous rights.
“Yeah, I know,” I groaned, rubbing my hand through my hair. “It's just different when it's your ass on the line.”
“I know.” She embraced me. “You're a good man, but... I don't think we're getting Walsh. My advice, take the deal. You can recover. Things can still change. They might work out better.”
“Be the good martyr sent to prison?”
“Yeah.” She broke the hug. “You have until tomorrow morning. Sleep on it.”
I snorted. “Like that's happening.”
“I know.”
My women were waiting for me outside the conference room, Pam and Melody in the lead. My blonde sister-wife stared at me and her face tightened. She was a lawyer, too. She knew what this was about. Pam stared at me with such concern. The other women had worry on their faces.
“Will talk at home,” I said, slipping into them.
Alicia forced herself between Melody and me to grab my arm, her face pale. I let my little sister cling to my arm as we headed out of the courthouse. More cameras flashed. More questions were answered. My women just smiled.
“We're confident the jury's on our side,” was what they all said in answer to the questions as we navigated the gauntlet of the press down to our waiting limo. It was the only vehicle large enough to fit us all in it. We slid inside, Alicia ending up on my lap, and we were driven home.
The weight in my stomach grew and grew. This vast pit that I just wanted to be scooped out of me. Freedom from it. The plea bargain was the best deal we would get. No prison time for any of my women. I would be a fool not to take it.
It was so clear in my mind. Five years was nothing. It would suck, but I could endure it for my women. My mother. Aunt. My little sister perched on my lap. My sister-wives sitting beside me. My other sisters. Mrs. Hiragawa. I would protect them all.
By the time we arrived at our home, my mind was made up.
More paparazzi were waiting outside. They were all salivating for an incestuous shot to put up on the tabloids. Some of the pics claimed by the police had made their way to the media. Shots of me with my sisters or mother. Or my women with each other.
They shouted questions as we forced our way through to our property. We rushed up the walkway and piled into the house. I slammed the door firmly in the vultures' faces, the deadbolt twisted locked.
“Okay, what's the plea deal?” Melody asked as I was swept into the living room.
I told them. Then I said, “I'm taking it.”
“Like hell you are,” Melody hissed, glaring at me. “That's idiotic.”
“You're not taking the plea deal,” Pam said, nodding her head in agreement. “Five years, Clint!”
“Nope. That's the dumbest thing you've ever said,” Zoey said.
“Sorry, Master, but...” Lee gave me a bold look. “You can whip me, but I say you're making a mistake.”
“You are,” Mom said.
“You are not going to prison,” Alicia hissed and hugged me tight, pressing her head into my chest. “We're in this together. It's not fair us going free and you paying.”
“And if we can't win?” I demanded. “Walsh is not changing her mind. At least this gives you freedom.”
“And?” Melody demanded, her face flinty. “You think we want you to throw your life away.”
“Not throwing my life away,” I muttered. “Just five years. That's nothing.”
“Nothing?” Pam said, shaking her head. “That's not nothing.”
“And if we all go to prison for even longer?” I demanded. “Think about our children. Yours and Melody's babies. You don't want to give birth in prison. They're going to be raised by others. When we get out of jail, most of them will be adults. At least you'll be with them while I'm away. And it's only five years.”
“We're going to win,” Aunt Vicky said, her arm around my mom. “So, please, Master, don't do something foolish. The pressures on you—we can all see it—but you have us.”
“We're all here for you, Maser,” Mrs. Hiragawa said.
“Yeah, we're all rolling the dice with you,” Stefani said.
“That's the problem!” I roared. “We're rolling the dice on our lives. Our children's. This deal is going away in the morning. If we don't take it now, things could get a lot worse.”
“And, what, you're going to stand before Judge Coburn and say that you are guilty of incest? That our love is wrong?” Melody folded her arms. “I'm not going to do that. You're not the only one that has to agree to this.”
“I'm the head of this family,” I growled.
“And I'm your queen, not your slave!” she shot back. “You can't order me to stand before the world and say that loving you is wrong! Can you do that?” She cupped my face. “Can you stand there and say it was wrong that day when we first made love. That what we did there was a crime and not the most beautiful moment in our lives.”
The pain in her eyes was so real. “It was beautiful, Melody. It is. I don't regret it. I don't think it's wrong, but I'm just trying to find a future for our family. We're going to lose. Walsh is going to bury us.”
“I can figure her out,” Pam said. “I can get to her.”
I cast my other sister-wife a pleading, desperate look. She stepped up to me. Her round face held such seriousness. Confidence burned in her almond-shaped eyes. She touched my chest. She put her hand right over my heart.
“Trust me, Clint, I can do this. Don't take the deal. Don't admit that what we have is wrong. Even if I can't, I'd rather go to prison than lie about us. Not now. The world knows. We're a family. We're going to win or lose together.
“But we're going to win, Clint!”
Pam's fierceness swept over me. I closed my eyes. My arms seized my wives, pulling them to me. I shook. The emotion overwhelmed me. How did I get so lucky to have this family? These incredible women. Maybe it was the dumbest idea. Maybe I was letting emotions and sentimentality cloud my judgment, but I believed Pam.
I wanted to believe her because I didn't want to give this up. And I certainly never wanted to admit that our family was wrong. That the incestuous love we shared was at all evil or bad or harmful to us. It was the opposite.
It had saved my mother from her depression. It kept us close. Gave us what we all craved.
My women were kissing me. Melody and Pam's lips were on mine. I held them tight, their arms around me. They stroked my back while around me, clothes rustled. My heart hammered in my chest as this confidence swelled in me.
We were a family. We were united.
Jonette Walsh would realize that. She would see the beauty of it and realize that what her children had was equally as beautiful. She would see my family united in love and passion. Tomorrow, we would begin our defense.
We would tell our story.
Pam and Melody broke the kiss. Their hands went to my tie. They loosened the sober cloth, working the gray silk knot undone. Around us, the other women of the family were getting naked. Zoey and Stefani were standing side by side, staring at me.
“You need to relax, bro,” Zoey said.
“Massage time,” said Stefani as Pam and Melody unbuttoned my shirt. “We're going to work all that stress out of you.”
I smiled at her. “Thanks. I think I need that.”
“Yeah, you're a ball of stress, Master,” Lee said. “They'll unkink you.”
I stared at her and she grinned back, love dancing in her eyes. I was the luckiest man alive to have all these women. I breathed in, savoring the aroma in the air. It was amazing. I could smell their feminine passion. It drifted around us.
Then my shirt was off. Pam and Melody attacked my belt. They yanked off my slacks. My boxers. I was naked. My women rubbed at my flesh. They caressed me. Stroked me. The pleasure rippled through my body. They pushed me down to the floor. I lay on my stomach.
Zoey's and Stefani's hands rubbed at my back. They dug their fingers into my knotted muscles. I groaned as they worked their magic. My women were all around me, whispering, giggling, talking. A pair of panties fell before me. Pink satin. Pam's. A skirt joined it, Melody's. She never wore panties if she could get away without them.
They kissed above me. Melody and Pam's naked bodies pressed tight, round tit to round tit. I smiled, staring at their legs rubbing together, their dainty feet shifting. Melody had painted her toenails a bright red. They flexed and twitched as she made out with her sister.
Stefani's and Zoey's fingers worked down my back, relaxing every muscle. I groaned from time to time, enjoying them. Other sounds of passion echoed. I heard Alicia whimpering. My mother moaning. Licking and sucking.
Melody and Pam's thighs intertwined. Their legs moved as they humped their twat on the other's flesh, their kissing growing feverish. My cock throbbed hard beneath me while my older sister and her lover reached my ass. They dug their fingers into my rump. They squeezed and massaged me. It was incredible. They felt amazing.
I groaned as they worked the stress out of my glutes. I closed my eyes and just drifted, surrounded by the passionate moans of my women. The shuddering gasps. The whimpering groans. Their pussies perfumed the air. Better than any relaxing insentience or aromatic candles. Zoey and Stefani moved down my legs. They rubbed at my thighs and then calves. They relaxed away all that stress.
“Pam! Pam!” Melody gasped.
“I know!” whimpered Pam.
I opened my eyes and stared at their quivering legs. Juices dribbled down their thighs, spilling towards their knees. The scents of their pussies filled my nose. I breathed it in and groaned in delight at the aroma.
“Roll over, champ,” Stefani said and then bit my ass, her teeth nipping hard.
“Damn,” I groaned, awareness snapping through my body.
“Just making sure you're alive,” she cooed and then kissed where she'd nipped me. “Mmm, you got a great ass.”
“So do you, “I said as I rolled over.
My older sister's heavy tits swayed as she rubbed at my right pectoral muscle. Stefani's were perkier, bouncing with her red hair as she massaged the other. Her eyes sparkled as they relaxed me, sending the pleasure through my body.
Then Pam and Melody were kneeling by my hips. They both grabbed my cock. “Mmm, big perv's hard from having two hotties massage him,” Melody said. “How shocking.”
“We should help out our brother,” Pam cooed. “Make sure that he gets all the relaxing massages he can handle.”
“Tongue massages?” asked Melody.
“Those are the best,” Zoey groaned, her fingers digging into my chest.
“Yes,” I groaned.
My two sister-wives ducked their heads down. Their tongues pressed on my cock on opposite sides. They dragged up my shaft together. I shuddered at the warm, wet caress rising and rising up my dick to the pinnacle. They both flicked over it, stimulating my dick. Pleasure shot down my shaft. My balls tightened.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Their tongues bathed across the crown of my dick. They swirled and darted, teasing me. The pleasure surged down my cock. I groaned, squirming on the floor and loving every minute of it. I watched my older sister's big tits sway as she massaged my chest, her eyes sparkling. Stefani grinned on the other side of me and gave me a flirty wink.
“They making your cock feel good, champ?” she cooed.
“Of course they are,” I panted, my sister-wives' tongues dancing across the tip of my dick.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of their lapping tongues. Then their lips nibbled and sucked. Pleasure flowed through me while Stefani's and Zoey's hands rubbed across my chest, soothing me.
My sister-wives stroked my cock. They massaged up and down it with their silky hands while their lips smooched around the crown. Then they kissed it. Sucked on just the sides. Pleasure shot down my shaft as they relaxed me.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned and opened my eyes again. There were Zoey's tits swaying heavily back and forth above my face.
“Lee! Yes, lee!” Aunt Vicky moaned in the background.
“Mmm, finger my pussy, Asuka,” my mother moaned. “Oh, work those digits in and out.”
“Alicia!” gasped Mrs. Hiragawa. “I like that. Does it turn you on watching me finger your mother?”
“Of course!” squealed Alicia.
Pam and Melody sucked on the crown of my dick. They nursed there together. Their tongues swept out, brushing the other's. I savored it while watching my older sister's swaying boobs. The pressure built and built in my balls, the aching need to explode growing and growing.
Stefani's hands moved lower. She rubbed over my abs while my older sister spread her hands across my chest. They weren't really massaging me now, but playing with my body. My toes curled, the bliss flowing through me.
Stefani darted her head down and licked across my stomach. She purred in delight. Zoey followed, her tongue flicking across my chest hairs to my little nipple. A slight tingle shot down to my cock being loved by my sister-wives.
“Mmm, let's just massage all that cum out of these,” Pam said. She cupped my balls.
“Yes!” Melody moaned and joined our half-sister. They both massaged my nuts as they kissed and sucked at the tip of my cock. “Just release all that pent-up jizz all over our faces, stud.”
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as Zoey licked her tongue across my chest and then pressed her boobs into it.
She massaged her big tits across my chest, working those big tits around my body. Her nipples throbbed against my chest. The sensation spread a tingle across my body. It mixed with the delight brewing at the tip of my cock under assaulted by Pam's and Melody's plump lips. I groaned, my heart pumping hot blood through my veins.
My sister-wives fluttered their tongue across the crown of my dick, massaged my balls, and fisted my shaft. Their touch was incredible. I squeezed my eyes shut. The pleasure surged to the pinnacle through my body.
I erupted.
My cum fired out of my cock. They both squealed in delight, massaging my sensitive nuts. As my jizz fired out of my dick, the pleasure slammed through my body. Their naughty touch on my balls only added to my pleasure.
“There's that jizz!” groaned Melody. “Ooh, bathe us, stud!”
“Yes, yes, bathe them, champ!” Stefani moaned, lifting her lips from my stomach.
Zoey pulled away her tits. I groaned, staring down my body to see the next spurt of cum splash across my sister's faces. They were just so beautiful to watch as the cum splashed up and splattered their features. The jizz dripped down their faces, running in hot rivulets that made me groan to watch. My heart pounded in my chest as I witnessed the sensual sight.
I fired the last burst of cum, moaning, “Damn, you two are gorgeous.”
They both looked up at me, their eyes wide and bright with delight. They licked their lips and shuddered. Then they pressed their mouths together. They kissed, swapping my cum. It dripped down their faces. I watched the show, utterly relaxed, the worry for tomorrow melting away.
Cum dripped off Melody's chin and landed on my balls. More ran down Pam's pale-olive features. Her streaks ran in her black hair. Melody's blonde locks had escaped the spurt of jizz. Their heads moved, noses rubbing together as they loved each other.
“I love you both,” I said. “I'm going to tell the world, on the stand, how much I love you two. Love all my women.”
They broke the kiss and stared at me. “We know you will,” Melody cooed. “You always do the right thing.”
“Mmm, yes,” groaned Pam. She crawled up my body, her round tits swaying. “You always give us such pleasure.”
“You're a stud,” Melody cooed. She straddled my waist and grabbed my cock. “Look at that, hard and ready to go. Someone wants some sister pussy.”
“Always,” I groaned.
“What about my pussy?” Stefani asked She lay nearby, Zoey's face planted in her cunt.
“You're an honorary sister,” I said. “And as soon as you marry Zoey, you'll be an Elliston for real.”
“Yes!” she gasped and humped her pussy into my older sister's face. “No hyphening from me. In my family, the women take the man's name.”
“You're marrying me and I'm not a man,” Zoey groaned.
“But your brother's the man in our family.”
I grinned at Stefani only for my sight of her shuddering body to be blocked by Pam lowering her shaved, pregnant pussy down to my face. I stared up at her snatch and licked my lips. This hunger shot through me.
She planted her cunt down on my mouth. I groaned as her hot flesh rubbed against me. This wicked heat swept through my body. I thrust my tongue up into her twat. I flicked and fluttered through her folds, tasting her tart delight. I swept through her folds, loving the taste of her. The flavor. She was incredible.
I swirled through her cunt, stroking her hot and silky flesh. This wonderful cunt I'd bred. My sister's cunt. I gripped her thighs and wiggled my tongue around in her snatch. My taste buds basted in her delicious flavor.
Then Melody's shaved cunt pressed down on my cock. My sister's bred twat engulfed the crown of my dick. I growled into Pam's pussy as Melody sank down and down my shaft. She engulfed me with her support. She filled me with her passion.
“Fuck,” I groaned into Pam's pussy as Melody slid her cunt back up my dick, working that bred snatch higher and higher up my cock. Then she slammed it back down. “Yes!”
“Mmm, you like that, stud?” Melody cooed. “You like your sister's pregnant pussy on your dick?”
“He loves it on his face,” Pam moaned, squirming on me. “Oh, Clint, yes, yes.”
“Worship your queens' pussies!” Melody moaned, riding me. “Oh, yes, yes, just give us all your love.”
“All your love, bro!” groaned Zoey.
“Mmm, show them your passion, Master,” my Mommy-slut cooed. “Ooh, Lee, yes, yes, that's nice.”
“Daddy, daddy, love Mommy-Pam and Mommy-Melody!” Alicia gasped.
“Oh, he is loving my cunt, cupcake!” Melody gasped, slamming her pussy down my cock. “Fuck, yes, Clint! We're going to win. Pam is going to win over that uptight bitch!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Lee gasped. “She'll do it, Master.”
“Yes, she will,” I growled and licked my tongue through Pam's pussy. I caressed her, pleased her, gave her all the passion in the world.
My tongue danced through her folds. I teased her. Caressed her. I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I swirled it around inside of her. I loved her, enjoyed her. It was the best thing in the world. A sister's pregnant pussy. Bred by my cock.
My dick throbbed in my other sister's twat. Her cunt squeezed around me. She worked her cunt up and down my dick. I loved the feel of her hot cunt. That delicious pussy working up and down my shaft. The pleasure surged through me. It was an amazing rapture. A delight that would have me gasping and moaning and cumming.
I would fire so much cum into Melody's pussy.
I growled into Pam's twat as our sister built and built the pressure at the tip of my dick. In my balls. My tongue lapped through Pam's folds. I brushed her clit, stroked her labia, and then plunged into her pussy's depths.
“Clint! Clint!” Pam moaned, squirming on me. “Oh, yes, Clint!”
“Ooh, drown his face, Pam,” groaned Melody. “Drown that pervs face. He'll love it!”
“He will!” gasped Pam. “I'm so close. Clint, Clint, you know what to do. Oh, yes, that!”
My tongue stroked around Pam's clit. She ground her bud on me. Her juices spilled over my mouth. I drank them down. I loved the flavor of her cream. They were delicious. That wonderful passion seeped into my mouth. I stroked over her. Caressed and teased her.
I jammed my tongue into her pussy's depths. I swirled through her snatch. I caressed her. Teased her. I loved the tart flavor of her cunt trickling down into my mouth. She gasped and moaned, grinding her twat across my hungry mouth.
I sucked on her clit as Melody slammed her pussy down my cock and then slid back up it. she squeezed tight. The pleasure surged through me. I moaned around Pam's bud, nursing on it as I rose towards my orgasm.
“Clint!” she gasped.
Her pussy juices gushed into my mouth. That tart flood bathed my taste buds. I gulped her down as Melody impaled her cunt down my cock again. Her hot, silky, juicy, pregnant snatch engulfed every inch of me.
I erupted in her.
I fired my cum into her snatch while moaning into Pam's. The pleasure slammed through me with every spurt of jizz. My brain reeled, stars bursting across my vision. I growled, my tongue lapping up cream.
“Stud!” howled Melody, her pussy convulsing around my dick, joining us in climactic heaven. “Yes, yes, stud!”
Her pregnant twat milked my cock clean while I moaned into our other's sister's pussy. I rode the pleasure. The rapture surged through me. I hit such wondrous heights. I hung there, my toes curling and relaxing.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Melody moaned. “Ooh, all that cum!”
I fired the last of my jizz into her. I panted into Pam's cunt. I savored the pleasure. I buzzed with it. “Damn,” I groaned. “That was great.”
“It was,” Pam cooed. “Ooh, Melody.”
I panted as I heard my sisters kiss above me. My dick throbbed in Melody's pussy as she squirmed around on me. I licked at Pam's twat. Then they slipped off of me. I groaned as my dick popped out of Melody's snatch. The pair fell on each other, kissing with hunger. Love.
The rest of my women were loving each other, too. I sat up, staring at them licking pussies and playing with toys. Fingers jammed into holes. Women whimpered and moaned. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of their pussies.
Tomorrow, we testified. Tomorrow, we gave our cases and presented our evidence. We were putting all our hopes onto Jonette Walsh. Could Pam reach through to her and win her over to our side? I believed she would.
I was convinced. We were in this until the end. Together.
I glanced over at my mom and Lee sixty-nining. In needed more pussy. Some nice Mommy cunt was just the thing to feed my appetite. I licked my lips and barked my commands. Mom was eager to obey, leaving Lee moaning in frustrated need of her orgasm.
A big smile on her face.
We all gave each other the love and passion and kinky sex we craved. We were open with each other. Honest. Our incestuous love wasn't disgusting. Wasn't foul or wrong or a crime. It was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I slid into my mother's pussy and reveled in her loving passion.
To be continued...
