Disclaimer: This vacuous fictional stroker's sexual players are humans aged 18+ who avoid condoms. Tags: clusterfuck, brother-sister, sister-sister, step-family, bisexual. If you object to any such, stop reading. Views expressed may not be the author's. Details may be incorrect. Read the prior story too. Enjoy!

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Apples & Oranges Too

(All in the families, with incest)

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It was incest after all. I tried to deny it, but fuck! There it was. And there it still is,

"Mikey," my little sister Shayla said, taking my cock from her mouth, "shut up."

My girlfriend and sometimes roommate Midori's tongue left Shayla's open pussy long enough to say, "Nobody want to hear your guilt. You're having sexy fun. Go with it." Midori resumed her moist, tasty twat-teasing.

What could I do? I leaned back against the headboard, fondled my little sister's near breast while she blew me, watched Midori's lingual technique on Shayla with rapt attention, and accepted my fate.

I enjoyed the view, too.

Midori sloppily slurped Shayla's sweet snatch more insistently. Fun to watch! Shayla picked up the pace with her oral gymnastics on my cock. Fun to feel! She reached up, pinched my nipples a bit, and so willfully triggered me, her tongue-work urging load after creamy load to fill her mouth. Oh fuck! She spasmed and came on Midori's tongue around then, too. She sucked me harder but did not bite.

"Woah," Shayla said, "that was great!" She turned to give Midori a long, soulful kiss, and then climbed up me for some face-sucking. I hardly tasted me on her.

"A good start," Midori agreed. "But I need some stiff dick. I better work on that."

We switched to a 'recovery' position. I was on my back. Midori snuggled between my legs, tongue-bathing my worn-out cock to recover my hardness if not my semen supply -- not right away for the joy juice. She planned to ride me for a long, long time. I would not complain. Shayla knelt on my face, tugging my ears to aim my trained tongue into her works after making sure my hands correctly cupped her sweet breasts. She said this was to recover her spirit. That was the excuse, anyway.

I guess it was incest after all. Especially after Midori had finished with still-unrecharged me, and sweet sister Shayla saddled-up and rode me almost forever like a cowgirl with my cock wrangling deep inside her, her boobs swinging, our hips bucking like broncos. Yippie-ki-yay!

Shayla yelled about a half-dozen times before my last painful zap left me fucked-out.

"Okay Mikey, go on with your story now." My wasted cock was limp in her mouth.

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I have told of our merged families, two households force-fit into one large two-story territorial-style house in a compound on a hill over the Russian River, in redwood and wine country north of San Francisco. Our new home was on the redwood coast's inland edge, above the prized vineyards.

Enough college-age progeny -- DiDi Manson's four kids and Dad's (Dylan Todd) three -- filled the place, though the oldest on each side were schooled some distance away and bothered us infrequently. Only five of we young ones contended for onsite space. We were like apples and oranges tossed into a crate to be sorted-out.

Dad and DiDi occupied the full house upstairs. We five 'kids' lived in varied rooms downstairs around a covered patio.

I had my big studio, spacious for me and any overnight friends, but officially with an extra king bed for the Manson big-bro Tank on his rare visits from uni. Just like my little sister Shayla kept a bed for our big sister Olivia's rare returns, another bed in her little studio, smaller than the near-identical twins Briana and Belva Manson's space, the twins that fucked me first The last and least of us, Taz Manson, got the unplumbed playroom, and so shared my kitchen and elaborate bath space when he bothered. He was gone a lot. Whew.

We used a door-signal system for our patio-access rooms. A locked door means nobody is home or otherwise go-the-fuck-away. A wide-open door means come on in -- what you see is what you get. A not-quite-closed door means enter if you dare but expect anything -- an ambiguous invitation that MIGHT lead to fun. Closed doors mean do not enter except in a real emergency, or otherwise think real hard before knocking. But I might be invaded anyway. I did not mind invasions if sex resulted.

Shayla rubbed me. "You never object to sucking and fucking."

"Of course not," I said. "Now let me continue."

She bit my crank. Ouch. "Hey, ouch!"

"Kiss and make it better, Mikey?"

Little sisters can be pests.

Except during fellatio.

Yes, we needed time for studies, be they solitary or shared. Shayla, my girlfriend Midori, and I were in different music programs but could support each other in theory and practice. Taz and his girlfriend Cyndi were hospitality majors; they were crazy and kinky enough to want to manage hotels, resorts, all those people. Belva and Briana were in public safety, cops-to-be. We moved in varied student circles.

Shayla was not the most thoughtful of women. She brought home skanky boyfriends. They abused her. Taz and/or I rescued her more than once -- too many time, really. Belva and Briana, cops in training and tough babes, found semi-legal ways to punish abusive turds.

Shayla saw me and Taz as her stalwart heroes after a few such rescues, heroes due to be rewarded. She rewarded Taz with many fucks but not me because incest. That seemed okay then. I received many kisses around my face and upper body..

And I kissed in return: her face, neck, shoulders, boobs, arms, anywhere above and including her cute outie belly button Feet were okay too but not above the ankles. Toe-sucking was not incest. I was only brotherly. She was only sisterly when she nipped my nips and soul-kissed me, her hero. My sloppy cock did not slip inside her anywhere and we did not finger each other. No groin-work. Those were our rules. Affection but no incest.

Sometimes Shayla and Taz wanted a threesome, and none of their other friends from the community college we attended were nearby, so I fucked my new step-brother's face while Shayla blew him taut, and then fucked his really tight little ass while I watched him lick my little sister's wide-open pussy to moaning satisfaction, her legs spread, belly heaving, breasts rolling, firm nipples seeking heaven. I was entranced, watching her orgasmic face and shaking body. Watching was not incest.

"I like to watch you too," Shayla said. "You fucking Taz is sort of hot. But I really like to watch you fucking the girls. And I know you like to watch me with them." Indeed. My unexpectedly kinky little sister put on quite a show with our guests.

Most of my group playtimes with Shayla featured girls like my excitable Midori, or Taz's inventive pal Cyndi, or both, maybe joined by Tia or Lia or Anathea or Latrella or whoever from school. But usually Cyndi and/or Midori. They had gate keys and often stayed over, almost roommates for Taz and me. Cyndi might be here even if Taz was not, which was a lot. Not that I complained.

One musical study hour with Midori had evolved into a nice fuck session when Shayla waltzed through my not-quite-closed door -- meaning that privacy was not demanded. I was soon fucking into Midori's crisp cunt while Shayla sat firmly on her sharp face and I lovingly sucked my sweet little sister's sweet breasts, in between some deep tongue-to-tongue sibling tonsil-chasing. Not incest.

Or Midori sat facing me, sitting on supine Shayla's busy mouth. My little sister's thighs were spread; she masturbated. Her boobs bobbled, nipples taut, as she licked at Midori's wiry wound. I nuzzled Shayla but did not disturb her self-fingering. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her navel. No further. No incest.

Or torchy Cyndi strode in while I was studying alone and demanded, "I am horny! I need to suck and fuck. Taz is not here. Nobody else is here. Let's you and me suck and fuck!" Straightforward, indeed. She was atop me in an energetic 69 when Shayla arrived. "That looks like fun!" My little sister slipped off her dress and bent to rim Cyndi's rosebud, her tongue and mine maybe meeting at Cyndi's taint. No incest.

Of course no incest! The twins kissed others' faces and tits as they doubled-down on me but they did not lick pussy, especially not each other. That would be wrong. But slurping my cock together, kissing and sharing my spurting semen, licking any loose cum off each other outside pubic hair -- that was only sisterliness, not incest.

So Shayla and I could morally kiss. We often lay naked, face to face, inside Cyndi's or Midori's or Tia's inviting thighs, licking at whoever's juicy pussy was up, and one of us might slide down to mouth the others' neck or nipples, and our knees might be rubbing together and up between our thighs, Our sibling closeness felt great! But Shayla and I left each others' genitals alone, so there was no incest.

Or Shayla and Cyndi had captured Midori on my club chair and were nicely posed between her knees, double-tonguing my girlfriend's tasty twat. After a "Hi, Mikey!" it was okay for me to stick my cock into Midori's mouth. Okay and fun, too. Nowhere near incest.

Sometimes we neared the line.

Shayla's door was not-quite-closed and thus inviting. Sandalwood incense graced the air. My little sister was under Midori or Tia or Lia or Nikki in a juicy 69. Their hair was similar so I did not try distinguishing them in low light.

I never needed an invitation beyond a breathy, "Hi, Mikey!" from the first to notice me. If I was noticed but not addressed, I figured I was not invited, so I only watched. But when I was greeted, I got naked fast, hard almost as fast, and was on my knees and aimed into our guest's pussy mere moments later.

I screwed in. Shayla slurped up. Good teamwork, hey?

Shayla's tongue teased the girl's clitoris just under the lewd labia I was parting, penetrating, and owning. Shayla's partner, whichever she was, groaned in varied pitches as I fucked in and out. Shayla licked faster, but her tongue never quite reached my cock. Well, maybe just a little accidental lick or three. But no incest, not really. Just a taste.

I fired long shots into that happy vagina, not onto my sister's tongue, not into my sister's mouth. My furious infusion indeed filled and overflowed our guest's altar of lust. I pulled out. Shayla drained the cunt and drank the overflow but she did not suck my drippy cock, no direct contact, so no incest, not quite.

Shayla's eyes stared into mine while she slowly and lasciviously slurped and swallowed my cum. But I do not think that was quite incest.

Each studio room held a comfy fuck-chair, a wide, low, leather-covered club chair whose occupant could be approached from many positions. This added a dimension to fuck-fests.

Maybe Shayla or I were busy with Tia's or Mia's or Nikki's pleasant pussy on our mouth when the other of us cracked a not-quite-closed door, saw the scene, stripped and stroked and whispered -- and we re-positioned so I sat in a club chair with the victim riding reverse-cowgirl in my lap, impaled on my saddle-horn, my and her legs wide. Shayla knelt before us and soundly slurped the girl. No licking of my cock, that would be wrong, except maybe a few inadvertent contacts. No incest.

But, more than once, Shayla pulled my cock from the cunt sheathing me. She fisted me, and dove full-face into the girl's delta, those smooth thighs quivering. I fondled my moaning lap-sitter's boobs and teased her puffed nipples. Shayla slurped deeply and then aimed my rod back inside. Fucking and clit-licking continued. But Shayla did not swallow or even tease my cock, not with her tongue or lips. Oh, her fingers worked me a little. That was right on the borderline. But no copulation or cunnilingus or fellatio between us. No real incest. Not really.

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We crossed the line. It was probably inevitable.

The first time was a common session. Shayla's ajar door invited me inside. Shayla and Midori shared a double-ended dildo. Evil Cyndi held the toy in place between their conjoined cunts and lavished slurps between their faces and boobs. None were clothed, of course. I was soon naked too.

Cyndi looked up and greeted me, "Hey Mikey! Glad you're here!" She resumed suckling and clit-rubbing Midori. The dildo moved faster. Midori clenched, groaned, and went limp. "Did ya cum good, Middy?" asked Cyndi. Midori sighed.

Midori hunched into herself. The dildo pulled loose. Her wobbly eyes saw me.

"Oh Mikey, I... oh, I'm so glad to see you, but oh..." Her gaze moved past me -- to the clock, I discovered. "Oh Mikey, I was here for you but you're so late and now I've got to..." She shook herself.

"So go do what you gotta do, girl," Cyndi ordered.

Midori slowly extruded the long plastic dong from her depths. She played the dicky end in and around her opening a bit before surrendering the toy.

"Hi Mikey," Shayla said, "Midori has to go but I want more and so does Cyndi, right?"

"Fuck yeah!" Cyndi said. "I'm still torchy and I want a GOOD fuck!"

No surprise. She was always torchy.

I fucked into her at a good pace. Shayla settled on her face and jiggled. I kissed my little sister's cheeks and mouth and throat. I bit her neck. I nibbled her shoulders. I cupped her wonderful sweet breasts. I teased her and suckled her, and resumed on her neck and mouth. She likes neck bites. But I did not stop pussy-grinding Cyndi.

Shayla and Cyndi both uttered appreciative sounds. I was nowhere near cumming.

"Okay, more then," Cyndi said after escaping from under us.

Cyndi pulled my sister into place, "Like this," she said.

The wild tart huskily 69'd atop Shayla in high-crawl pose, butt up, pussy open and inviting. Shayla's head was pillowed; her tongue easily reached Midori's excited clit.

"Ummm, fuck this pussy here, big bro!" Her tongue worked my target.

I lmelt over Shayla's chest. My knees missed catching her hair. I slid my cock into sighing Cyndi again. My thighs beat against Cyndi's excellent butt. My cockshaft wetly brushed Shayla's nose. My balls bounced off my cute little sister's forehead again -- we had done this before. Fucky fucky, bouncy bouncy, licky licky, oh yeah.

I was firmly fucking a girl, who was eating my trusting little sister, who was licking her. The visuals were wonderful. So was what my cock felt. And the rest of me.

Some say incest only occurs when an erect, potent penis enters a closely related, fertile vagina with a good chance of insemination. If it ai not P-I-V (penis-in-vagina) fucking with chance of pregnancy, it ain't really incest, insist such mondo-pervo wackos you do not want to know. I draw the line elsewhere.

But our line came closer. I felt Shayla's tongue on my cock during my slower out-strokes. But my cock was not in her mouth, so no incest, right? Shayla held my cock aside, fisted me, and went full-facial into Cyndi. Her fingers stroked me and then re-inserted me in Cyndi's portal. Shayla kept at her love-licking. No incest here, I hope.

I moved faster. I felt the onset. I made sounds, and came into Cyndi's pussy with a hot, steaming stream of burning spunk, a major cum. Gobs and gobs of fertile goo sprayed into her. I pumped again, the last drops, or maybe a few more on the way.

Cyndi, you can keep on squeezing my cock with your cunt muscles, fuck yeah...

Then my cock was out in the air. But not for long. That squeezing I felt... that was Shayla pinching my urethra to block my final spurt(s). "It's my turn now, Mikey," my little sister told me, and took my softening cock into her mouth. Almost incest.

My instincts took over. We fell over. We crawled a little. Next thing I knew, I was eating Cyndi's tired pussy -- only a bit of my flavor was left there -- while her mouth music inflamed Shayla, who gobbled me faster. A little threesome daisychain where I was fully blown by my sweet little sister. Pretty close to incest.

And then the next instinctive move. We switched. Shayla's mouth extracted the last of my living jizm from Cyndi, who lay peacefully blowing me while I stuck my tongue all around and into my sweet little sister's forbidden snatch. I licked her till she moaned. Really, really close to incest.

We fell apart. Cyndi regained sentience first. She looked at us.

"Hey, did you guys change the rules or something?"

Shayla's eyes captured mine. "I dunno, did we?"

I watched her soul. "Are any rules left?"

The soul behind her eyes said NO.

Her voice said, "Let's fuck."

That worked for me.

Shayla later amended: "Wait, just two rules. You don't fuck my ass and I don't fuck yours, okay? And no animals." Those worked for me, too.

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Cyndi was part of our breakthrough. We started lazy after resting a bit. We cleansed in my lavish shower, yes, with spray-fights and orifice-sluicing and taste-testing. We dried but did not dress. I closed my door to un-invite others. We snacked, drank, giggled, and took to my big bed.

Yes, we started lazy. I sat back against the cushioned headboard. Cyndi sprawled against me, my cock in her mouth, my hand on her breast, as Shayla slowly slurped her snatch. Quite a nice show for me!

Then they switched. My little step-brother's wild-ass girlfriend was face-deep in the pussy of my little sister, who was blowing me. Very very nearly incest.

Next, a familiar pose as described before, with Shayla sitting on Cyndi's face while I fucked our guest and suckled my little sister. Then they switched. Upright Cyndi was mouthed by supine Shayla, who was solidly fucked by me. By me.

Yes, I willfully P-I-V fucked my little sister. That was incest -- no doubts, no excuses.

And she willfully fucked me back. My incest was her incest, too.

But at least I was not a motherfucker. Whew.

(What was Mom doing in Arizona?)

We could not stay secret, of course, but I do not think Dylan or DiDi found out. Or maybe they had other concerns, both with maintaining their business cashflow, and with other fuckings. My horny new step--sisters, the near-identical twins Briana and Belva, mostly kept me for themselves, but admitted fucking my dad too. They said they preferred me to Dylan. I sure hope so. They said they never did their little brother Taz -- but he had enogh others to keep him busy, including Shayla. And DiDi fucked me whenever possible. So kin-fucking was almost superfluous.

Midori knew. She liked group-fucks with Shayla and me, with maybe Cyndi added. But we stayed discreet with other guests, the irregulars, those without gate keys.

"I wondered when you guys would get around to this," Midori said, recovering from the longue-gasm Shayla had inflicted on her while I fucked my little sister doggy-style. "It's not like you haven't been dry-humping and safe-sucking for weeks now."

Shayla and I had a pattern with Midori.

They conspired, took my room with me in it, and closed the door. They pulled me from my studies, stripped me, pulled me into my big, snazzy shower, and got us all very clean. They dried me and themselves. They pulled me to bed.

We sat together, kissing, feeling, stroking, fingering. Shayla lay back, her boobs high and rolling, her thighs open and clean, her knees up invitingly.. Midori moved in to slurp my little sister's spread snatch. I snuck under Midori's raised butt, between her legs, and slurped her pussy from below. I reached for her breasts. Ahhh...

I shifted, knelt, entered into sighing Midori, doggy-fucked squirming Midori, holding her hips close -- just straight-on pistoning into her vivid vagina, so well-lubed with soggy slurps. But Shayla's eyes and mine were synchronized, tethered, locked in place. Midori was only our go-between. We always knew who we were fucking.

Then they switched. Midori laid back, her cunt crushed and ruddy, the prize victim of my penile efforts, now claimed by Shayla. My little sister nearly drowned in Midori's pussy while I full-incest fucked her. My cock was Shayla's. Midori's eyes were lost.
Midori and Shayla became my most usual bedmates.

Shayla snuggled with me, only me, on nights when other family and guests were not available, or if she was merely in the mood. I set the door for privacy then.

We snuggled. We fucked. We wiped off, and snuggled again, and talked. Mostly about neutral stuff, like how our studies and lives were going, what amused or aroused or bothered us, the way of the world, et fucking cetera. We did not often talk about rules and our fucking and social taboos. But sometimes...

I must have looked worried.

"Mikey Mikey, you've saved my ass so many times, it's yours now, you and Taz, my heroes, my saviors, my shining knights!" She nuzzled closer and bit my ear.

"We're adults. We know what we're doing. I sure know what *I* am doing! I am rewarding a hero, and I'll keep on rewarding my hero, because you saved me, so you own me." Her lips moved from my ear, down my neck, and found a nipple. Ouch!

We did speak of morals, mores, social standards, conformity, compulsion, consent, control. Yes, most moral rules are about social control. In Hinduism, it's karma. In Judeo-Xian culture, it's sin. Set the rules and you control the culture. Especially rules about sex. Get-em by the balls and their hearts and minds will follow.

We did not worry about mutant offspring. We were not planting seeds. We had ONLY the rest of the world to fret about. But we would be fine as long as we did not carry-on in public, or announce a marriage, or anything stupid like that.

I had made no moves on my sister. It was her decision, her fault. Do not blame me.

But we kept at it. Damn, she was a sweet fuck! Still is! But that is another story.

*****

My Sisters, My Lovers

(But do they do daddy, too?)

*****

The hilltop house saw a lot of free-fucking. But there was more. Dylan and DiDi had their realty business to sweat over. We 'kids' were all students at the county seat's community college, with varied courses, and did not intersect much there -- thus our varied fuck-friends. I sure love my music section's wind and brass players. They had breath control and knew how to use their lips.

Well, Shayla was a horn-blower too, especially cornet, so there you have it.

"Hey Mikey, we have good oral control, too."

Belva (or was it Briana? I did not check ankles) decisively proved her point by completely swallowing my long, fat, supremely erect cock, her lips flat against my pubes, her throat bulging, and held that pose for 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 fucking seconds before she surfaced for air, gasping, my full cock dripping from her drooling mouth.

She had done SOMETHING with her throat muscles while she had me inside her, something vibratory, so I nearly came way past her epiglottis. She overcame that limit by tonguing my cock's oh-so-tender underside JUST right, as usual. I came with fire-hose intensity. She firmly drained Fireman Mike dry, rasping her teasing tongue convincingly along my urethra to encourage every last spurt. Woah!

Briana (yes, for sure -- I saw black devil wings tattooed on her ankles) crouched on my mouth, faced away from her fellating sister. She pulled my hands to her breasts, as if I would have reached for anything else. She made firm labia-to-tongue contact.

She said, "Now I'll test YOUR breath control, Mikey. How long can you satisfactorily slurp my snatch on one breath? How many breaths do you need to make me yell?"

The twins usually yelled instead of screaming. Neighbors had less to complain of.

I played alto saxophone as well as keyboards. I'd had diaphragm training. My breath control was excellent. So was my tongue technique, on both a sax's reed and a girl's glories. I held my breath long and slurped nice. Briana yelled soon enough.

And then it was Belva's turn to suck me hard, and Briana's turn to sit on my face and wiggle, to writhe, shout, and leak. I breathed normally during my usual probing, tasting, and playing, and when drawing more detailed maps on and around her quivering quim. But when her clitoris unrolled and I focused on her pleasure, one breath lasted quite awhile.

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Other than occasionally screwing my dad -- they said I have less hair, better muscles and endurance, better breath, and tastier jizm -- and doing whatever they did away from the house, the twins, my new step-sisters, mostly kept me for themselves -- unless I was otherwise occupied.

They never joined in those group sessions. "We don't need girls and we don't do Taz," their little brother, they said. But they did not seem to mind my lustful fucks. My step-sisters were my step-lovers.

My flesh-and-blood little sister was my for-real lover, many times, alone together or having fun with selected others. We still kept our 'rules' with irregulars. No sibling fucking around those who did not already know.

My older sister Olivia, usually at her distant university, had never touched me sexually. She was not my sister-lover. Would that change?

I would come home to my studio or Shayla's and find her stretched with Cyndi or Lia or Tia or Latrella between my cute little sister's cute, spread knees, slurping and groaning, with glorious flesh arrayed before me, and Shayla's dazed eyes somewhat tracking me. Or with Shayla merely a cog in a 3-by or 4-by or 6-by chain. I just sat and watched. Watching was fun. I might be invited to have my cock licked, sheathed, or otherwise abused, and I rarely declined. BUt watching was quite entertaining.

Entertainment: that is how humans organize and occupy their time when not doing anything productive. Keep that in mind.

Our home changed slightly. Taz now mostly "stayed-over with" (fucked) friends elsewhere. That was great for me since he almost never shared my shower or kitchen now. But his slashing outlaw girlfriend Cyndi still had a gate key. She spent many nights here, ostensibly in Taz's room, but usually in Shayla's or my bed, coupled, or grouped with us and Midori or any other visitor(s).

Another change, slower: Shayla spent more time with me. We did music practice together, keyboarding changes for her cornet or my sax lines. We breakfasted together if she and any others spent the night in my bed. We skinny-dipped the lap pool together when we were alone. Yes, we fucked on the grass out there.

My steady lovers were such a delight! The twins always, when unimpeded. My little sister Shayla, whenever she was torchy or otherwise needy. Midori and Cyndi still, on a weird pattern of availability. DiDi, when she caught me alone. Many women infesting my life!

Then big-sister Olivia came home for a long weekend.

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"Hey guys, how's it going?" Olivia called, jumping off the airport shuttle that had somehow threaded the thin twisty road to our hilltop compound. Shayla and I were the only ones around. We hugged her and grabbed her travel bag. Then we breached the gate, back to the covered patio and through Shayla's studio door, and dumped the bag.

"I'm filthy from that flight," Olivia announced. "I need a shower." She looked hesitantly at the tiny stall in Shayla's bath.

"We're filthy too -- been working in the garden," Shayla said. "Let's all hit Mikey's water palace. We can shower together." Olivia shrugged. "C'mon, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before," Shayla insisted. Olivia shrugged again.

My "water palace" was certainly the largest, most decadent shower in the house, a showpiece of luxury by the contractor who had built this as his weekend party pad in the woods. Visualize a glazed five-by-ten-foot red-tiled space sporting a dizzying maze of rainbow-tinted enamel pipes, handles, valves, and nozzles. The shower's outside wall was frosted glass bricks giving a mystic glow.

"But first..." Shayla pulled a pitcher from my kitchenette's fridge. "Refreshments," she announced. She poured tall tumblers.

I recognized that pitcher. It had migrated downstairs from the main kitchen. It held DiDi's celebrated Long Island Iced Tea, a deceptively potent booze-fest. If Olivia recognized the flavor, she did not comment -- nothing more than, "Ahh, just what I need!" She filled her mouth, cooled her brain, swallowed, and had another slug.

I guessed she had not consumed snacks lately. It hit her fast.

"Yeah, a shower, that sounds good. Shower together, sure. Damn, I stink!"

Olivia peeled out of her travel clothes, finished her 'tea', and headed for my bonus bath. Shayla and I were right behind her. Damn, she was good to watch, front and rear! My big sister was a honey!

"Suds my hair," Shayla demanded of Olivia. "I used to do you. Now it's your turn."

We went triangular, all facing inward. Wobbly Olivia massaged shampoo into Shayla's head. Shayla loaded my head with suds. And I worked shampoo into Olivia's scalp. Our faces were close together but our eyes were closed till we rinsed.

"Okay, backs now," Shayla ordered. She rubbed my back down to and including my buns. I did quivering Olivia, who shakily washed her little sister's backside. No finger was inserted into any anus.

"Now fronts," was Shayla's next command. She washed my somewhat hairy chest and belly, pushed a soapy finger into my navel, and then gave a good scrub of my enlarging cock and swinging scrotum.

I carefully soaped and fondled Olivia's beautiful breasts, breathtaking belly, ticklish navel (so I discovered), and that enticing pubic thatch. I did not try to slide inside.

Olivia was even shakier now but she dutifully cleansed her sister from neck to taint, including a bit of tit-rubbing afterwards. We all did that, rubbing our siblings' chests. Our groins moved closer.

"This is kind of kinky, isn't it?" Olivia gasped. Palms still circulated around nipples.

"Oh, it's just good brotherly and sisterly love. Nothing wrong here. Hey, now that we're all rinsed and everything, how about a kiss or two?" I shut the water off.

Shayla lowered her mouth to her big sister's bountiful boob. I took the other. We sucked nicely. Olivia moaned.

"Hey, what... what are you guys doing?" Olivia sounded puzzled but did not back off.

"We're showing our big sister how much we love her, that's all," Shayla said, and continued sucking. I saw her fingers crawl to her big sister's pussy.

"Oh... but Shayla, you're finger-fucking me!"

"So grab hold of Mikey's big cock and do him some good. Oh. Oh fuck. OH!"

She said that after I insinuated my finger into her and found that rough patch.

Olivia did tentatively handle my hard cock. Shayla and I suckled her harder. Shayla was especially enthusiastic as I fingered her G-spot.

"We can't do this! You're my brother and sister!" Olivia wailed, but she did not back away, did not drop my cock, did not resist out intensive nursing. "You can't..."

"Oh yes we can," Shayla said. She knelt in front of me and took my cock into her sweet mouth. She sucked a bit and then looked up at Olivia. "Help me out here." She pulled at our big sister's arm.

Wobbly, Olivia sank to her knees. She watched Shayla slowly lick up and down my throbbing shaft. She looked up at me. "Really?" she asked.

Shayla pulled Olivia's face next to hers. "Really," she said, and kissed her, with tongue, and then held both their heads against my lucky cock. Both licked me. Their tongues danced up and down me, around me, sometimes my dickhead inside a hungry mouth while the other worked my shaft or scrotum.

I was deep inside Olivia's mouth when I started spurting.

"Hey, some for me!" Shayla called, seizing her share.

Side by side, my two sisters' mouthed my ejaculation. Wow! When I stopped leaking, I saw them soul-kissing, still kneeling

Then Olivia creakily reached up to me. "My knees are killing me."

"Me too," Shayla said. She took my other arm.

I pulled my naked sisters from the shower floor. We hugged.

Close up, Olivia looked blearily in our faces.

"Really?" she asked, "we just blew our brother?"

"Really?" "We just blew our brother," Shayla affirmed. "And you loved it."

"And I loved it," Olivia whispered. "Oh fuck, what now?"

"Now it's this," Shayla said, "we dry off and go to bed."

Shayla obviously knew the chant, "One tequila, two tequilas, three tequilas, floor." And probably the Dorothy Parker quip. "One drink and I'm under the influence. Two drinks and I'm under the table. Three drinks and I'm under the host." That Long Island Iced Tea was about five or six drinks. How far under can our big sister go?

We carefully tried and tasted each other. Shayla and I sucked Olivia's fine tits. Olivia and I sucked Shayla's sweet swells. My sisters sucked my nipples and made sure my cock was dry. I made sure their pussies were wet.

Shayla took charge. I like that in a woman. In my little sister.

"In here," she said, a hand in each back, pushing us to my big bed.

"Right there," she ordered, positioning Olivia toward the headboard.

"Just right," she said, pushing me down beside Olivia and taking her other side.

"A good start," she said, kissing her big sister's beautiful right breast and pushing me to the other.

"Oh fuck," Olivia murmured, as our tongues worked her boobs and our fingers worked her pussy.

Shayla and I suckled awhile. Then I got an idea. I moved down to suck Shayla's boobs while she continued with her big sister. My fingers reached inside Olivia and found that rough patch. She jumped.

Shayla abandoned that lovely breast and slowly kissed her way down our big sister's body. Underboob kisses. Belly kisses. Thigh kisses. Pussy kisses. Olivia moaned.

There is no more beautiful sound than a woman's moan when a tongue first parts her labia.

Further moans were also beautiful. I slid down beside Shayla. My tongue joined hers. Hugged together, we licked around and into our older sister's luscious pussy. We took turns here and there. Whose tongue does the big lick, the vagina plunge, the clitoris walk, the double or nothing? 'Who' did not matter. Our tongues crazed her.

Olivia pinched her own nipples as we tongued her to a howling orgasm. We took that as a sign of approval. Damn, she was loud! Good thing we had bolstered the room insulation for music practice, else dishes upstairs would have rattled.

When she stopped yelling, Olivia looked down at us, still lying between her thighs,

"Really?" she asked. "I really was tongue-fucked to death by my brother and sister?"

"Really?" Shayla said. "You really were eaten nicely by your little brother and sister. But wait, there's more!"

Shayla rolled her compliant sister onto her hands and spread knees.

"Like that," Shayla said. She got on her back, her head between Olivia's thighs,

"Now fuck her," Shayla told me, and started licking her sister's exposed pussy.

I crouched above my little sister's chest. My balls were at her chin. I slipped my erect penis directly into my big sister's vagina. Did she groan? What do you think?

I fucked into my big sister while her little sister licked her. I held her tight buns, slid in and out of her, and watched and held her swinging breasts. I felt the surge. Faster, faster! Olivia's face was in her pillow, crying, as I pounded and Shayla slurped.

Our orgasms were wonderful. Watching my little sister drink the semen overflowing from our big sister's cunt was wonderful.

Yes, we introduced our big sister to incest.

Yes, it really was as easy as that.

Maybe she was ready for this or maybe not. Maybe those lowered inhibitions were not so strong to start with. But she did not complain.

"Oh fuck," Olivia croaked, "oh fuck, what now?"

"Now you suck Mikey awhile, get him hard again, while I eat you, okay?"

"Umm, well..." Olivia was a bit foggy. My reviving cock in her moaning mouth and Shayla's tongue tickling her pussy did not clear her mind much. Neither did the next maneuver, with Olivia on her elbows and knees, her face pressed into Shayla's delta, my hard but drained cock pistoning into our big sister, long and slow, no hurry.

Welcome home, Olivia!

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My sisters and I dozed through too much of the afternoon. I awoke naked with a sexy tits-up sister softly snoring on each side of me. What more could a boy ask for?

I eased out of bed. Not quite easy enough -- my sisters stirred. Their eyes opened, Olivia a bit slower and groggier than Shayla. Olivia dimly focused on me standing naked, then on her own nudity, and her little sister beside her.

"Well, fuck me with a ferret," Olivia said. "Did we really...??"

"Really," I said.

"Really," Shayla said.

"Oh fuck," Olivia muttered. "And I've gotta pee."

"And we all stink," Shayla observed.

"To the shower," I ordered.

Peeing while showering with others is easy and fun. Under the sybaritic spray, my naked sisters slightly crouched, hugged me, and peed down my legs, sighing with bladder-draining relief. They hugged me tighter then. My firehose golden-showered our feet. It all bubbled away down the drain, along with our sins.

Alas, our sins remained in the room as the stink of sex. I lit a scented votive. Sins-be-gone! No need to pay a priest.

Others would eventually return to the house and we did not want TOO flagrant a display. Midori and Cyndi knew of Shayla and me. Could more incest stay secret?

I pulled on clean shorts and a musical tee. My sisters returned from their shared room in decent sundresses. They held hands and giggled. Then they hugged me between them. All those boobs pressed into me felt nice.

Olivia turned my mouth to hers and kissed me. It was not a sisterly kiss. Shayla angled me to her face and kissed me as emphatically. They leaned past my shoulder to kiss each other, long and deep.

We shifted a little. Our three mouths joined. Our three tongues mamboed. This lasted awhile.

"Okay, sure, I think I'm okay with this now, but fuck, what the... Is this the new normal?" Olivia asked. We still held together.

"We love you. You love us. If this is how we'll love, it can be the new normal, when you're here," Shayla said. "We can have fun on breaks and vacations when we're running off on our own trips, our own schedules. Let's just love when we can."

A stomach rumbled.

"Aahhh, I haven't eaten since forever," Olivia said. "Got any snacks?"

Sandwiches and iced coffee filled our immediate needs.

My girlfriend and semi-roommate Midori opened my not-quite-closed door while we three munched and talked.

"Hey Mikey, can I spend the..."

She eyed us. We likely all looked fresh-fucked. She sniffed. Candle scent filled the air.

"Oho, so THAT'S how it is, huh kids?"

It is difficult to maintain a poker face while blushing.

"Well goddam! Got anything left for me? And I don't mean just the food."

Midori built her own sandwich and popped a soda can.

"Can I hang around? Or will you want privacy tonight? And over the weekend?"

Our eyes searched our sibling souls. Olivia knew of Midori and me -- we were no secret --, and now Shayla. Midori now knew about us all. Shayla and I stared at our big sister. It was her call.

I did not know what gears ground in our big sister's head. But she nodded.

"You get these guys all the time. My stay here is short. Fuck them later, okay?"

"Gotcha. But can I kiss you all goodbye? After the sandwich, I mean."

We finished our snacks and rinsed our mouths with splashes of soda. Midori kissed me first. She clutched my crotch. I fondled her bra-less tits. She kissed Shayla next. Their hands wandered. Then Midori approached Olivia.

"Okay?"

Olivia pulled my cute, curvy girlfriend into a tight, wide-mouth kiss and boob-bursting hug. They were not prompt.

"Maybe next time," Olivia said, holding Midori against her prominent bosom.

"Next time for sure," Midori gasped. "I better go now. You guys have fun. Don't scare the peacocks down the hill." She departed.

Olivia, now 22, looked at her younger brother and sister, that was me, now 19, same as Belva and Briana, and Shayla, a year younger, same as Taz.
"How the fuck did this start? And why am I dragged into it?"

"He's my hero," Shayla said, hugging me. "Taz, too. Mikey and Taz saved me from bad shit so many times! And I had to reward my heroes, right? I could fuck Taz right away, no problem. But Mikey and me, we just kissed, and rubbed, and didn't do anything like incest, y'know. Our pubes were private. We had rules.

"But then we started doing threesomes with everybody, and sometimes we got sloppy, and I guess my mouth and Mikey's cock just kind of slipped... and here we are. And now that we're here. We'll stay here. We cannot undo it.

"And you? Because we love you! And this brother-sister-sister sex stuff, hey, that's just love and fun and more love! We're not having Mikey's babies. We're just loving."

I saw the logical flaws but did not comment. Neither did Olivia.

*****

Open Communications

(Do they talk of fucking?)

*****

The Todd-Manson household had little time for family meals. Nearly all schedules clashed. We were more a living junk collage, a hanging mobile, than a real family.

The family as abstract modern art. Chew on that concept awhile.

Olivia's brief return gave a good excuse for all to gather at the extended dinner table upstairs. That table is solid walnut, and monumental. Well-paid Grandma Todd bought it, its massive sideboard, and the ten sturdy chairs, back in 1927 for a fuck of a lot of cash, half the cost of a cheap car.

Alas, neither butler nor maids attended us. Servants are so hard to find these days.

Anyway, even Taz was there for a rare meal at the house. He had been a ghost lately, drifting by, scarcely seen, although he did stop in for occasional hero-reward fucks with Shayla, and sometimes I was there so we could double-dick her in varied ways.

Oh yeah, the dinner. We all talked. I am not sure who listened. But we were mostly polite. Disjointed conversations do not encourage interruptions. Someone rants and then someone else rants, revealing their thoughts, if any. Those in adjacent chairs whispered. I sat between my sisters. We did not whisper much.

One thing that was not discussed: sex.

"That's not talk for dinner," Belva said sticking a fluffy nipple in my mouth.

"Yeah, sex is for breakfast, rating how it was," Briana said, stroking my cock.

"Talk of cocks and cunts at dinner only spoils the lasagna." Belva switched nipples.

"But it's okay with coffee and croissants. They're sexy enough," her sister said.

Briana stopped talking when she started nibbling and blowing me. Good thing.

I could not respond verbally. Belva had pushed me back and lowered her flaming labia to my quenching tongue. Talk came later. Well, Belva chanted my name, but that was her, not me. Then Briana sat on my cock, the sisters kissed, and talking stopped.

This might make tomorrow's breakfast chatter. How will I rate? But I digress.

You probably reached this part of the account thinking, "Hey, this dinner talk is going to reveal who they're fucking and which are family." But we did not. Sorry about that.

We 'kids' downstairs had a pretty good idea of who filled whose bed when, and we probably did not want to know what the 'adults' did upstairs. (Infants have infantry. Adults have adultery. Go figure.)

Big boy Tank Manson was rarely here so we do not know if he fucked his mother or sisters or brother or my sisters or father. Belva and Briana privately admitted occasionally fucking my dad Dylan but said they avoided blood brothers. I do not think my sisters did our dad, but who knows? They have said nothing of that.

Back to the Olivia Todd Homecoming Feast. All the Todd-Manson clan except distant bisexual Tank was seated, with elbow room. Only two of the three extensions were needed for us eight. I wonder -- do the 'adults' hold fuck parties on the table? It is surely sturdy enough for kinky groups.

Dinner was frozen meat lasagna, decent-enough packaged salad, packaged garlic bread, jugs of dago red from DiDi's client's winery, and store-bought brownies, not the homemade kind with lots of cannabis. I miss home cooking.

We spun off to resume our discrete lives after dessert. Nothing vital or incriminating had been said. No secrets were revealed. So much for open communications.

My computer-nerd friends say cyberneticist Claude Shannon developed the modern theory of communications as a mathematical function of bandwidth, redundancy, error-checking, much arcane shit. All the big telecom and computer firms used Shannon theory and codes.

Then philosopher Gregory Bateson, husband of anthropologist Margaret Mead, redefined communications very simply, and transformed industries. His model: Communication, and thus meaning, is "any difference that makes a difference". Your carefully-crafted message don't mean shit if it does not change anything.

What would have changed had we communicated openly at dinner, if we had talked about who we were fucking in and around the house?

"Hey Dad, I'm fucking your new wife, and your daughters, my sisters, and your new wife's daughters and sometimes her son."

"Well son, I'm fucking your sisters too, and my stepsons when they're here, and your cousins in town. Don't be judgmental."

"Honey, I'm fucking your and my sons, and your niece and nephew in town, too, as well as Uncle Dave when he's not in jail."

Yeah, that would have gone over well.

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Dinner broke up. Cleanup was almost as easy as preparation. DiDi put old jazz on the upstairs sound system. We 'kids' drifted downstairs. Taz rode his motorbike somewhere. I went to my studio to study. Belva and Briana came in to suck and fuck. Olivia and Shayla came in to watch, and comment, and to spend the night with me. We rotated oral daisychains and other combinations. Briana and Belva watched and commented. It was one of those nights. At least Midori and Cyndi did not crowd in.

Next: Apples & Oranges Twee, on the road?

Author's note: This story by Hypoxia Smurf is copyright (c) 2018. The voices in my head insisted this be written so it is inevitable. Your constructive comments and suggestions are always welcome. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE!