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Kristen’s always on the look out for a new story.

The Monday after the prom, she smiles, seeing Ben heading into Ms. August’s class during lunch. In Kristen’s imagination (and in reality thanks to her naughty diary), Ben is getting a private lap dance from Ms. August. Kristen has no idea that she gave Ms. August a stripper alter-ego named Ms. July because of her stories.

The girl is oblivious to how she’s rewriting reality around her, just lost in her head.

“Kristen!”

Someone shouting her name is a shock to Kristen. She hardly speaks to anyone anymore. Her best friend Natalie is completely involved with dating Kristen’s older brother. The rest of the family is busy with their lives. At school, she often sneaks off to masturbate and think of new stories.

She frowns at the young man rushing up to her. He’s her age, sixteen. She knows him. “It’s… Derrick, right?”

“Yeah,” he said. He smiled just the way he had when they were kids. He moved away like five or six years ago. “My family just moved back. It’s great to see you.”

“Yeah,” she says, smiling at him.

He clears his throat. “Why, you’re looking cute. As cute as I remember you.”

“That’s, um.” She squirms in place. Is he interested in me? That idea is too much for her to handle. “Great seeing you again!”

She darts for the bathroom. She crashes through the door as memories of the past rush through her. He has a little sister. She thinks his sister would be fourteen. Such a perfect age. And Derrick also has a father and mother. Now that Kristen recalls, his mom was always super conservative.

Like she’s too prim and proper, the girl thought. What if she’s hiding something?
What if his mom’s a sex slave to his dad? That idea sizzled in her mind as she slipped into her favorite masturbation stall. And what if Derrick is being trained by his dad to make his little sister into a sex slave because… His parents are secretly brother and sister. Yes, yes. A family tradition of incest.

Kristen has to pen this story.

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Derrick Hawke

I sighed as Kristen ran off. I had been so looking forward to reconnecting with her. I had such a crush on her. Now we were back, and what did I say? I called her cute and scared her off. When did Kristen get so skittish?

She was cute, though.

My phone vibrated. I pulled it out and found a text from my mom. “Did you see her? How did she react?”

Mom knew about my crush. She was the only one in the family. If my bratty little sister found out, she would be even more of a tease than normal. I could not stand her. I couldn’t wait to graduate and move out of the house just to get away from Amanda.

“She was very surprised,” I sent carefully.

“It went that bad, huh?” Mom texted. “Just be patient. Don’t stick your foot in your mouth.”

I winced. Too late for that.

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Derrick gets a text from his Mom. She’s dressed in her sex slave outfit, a leather corset that lifts her big breasts into a pair of lovely mounds. She has a collar around her neck and a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. It’s clear to Derrick his dad too the picture.

“This is what you have to buy for your sister,” his mom texts him. “It’s time you broke her in. She’s fourteen and needs her big brother to be her Master.”

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Derrick Hawke

I smiled at the picture of Mom in her bondage gear. I hadn’t seen her in it in person. I wasn’t allowed in the basement dungeon. Dad was glad to be back in our old house. It had a better dungeon space. He had been busy installing the various hooks in the ceiling.

My sister was such a brat. She needed to be dominated by me. I had been waiting for this moment. For Mom and Dad to agree with it. I had such a crush on my little sister. It was nice seeing Kristen. I didn’t mean for her to misinterpret my words.

Why would I be into such a mousy, nerdy, Plain Jane of a bookworm? No guy could find her attractive. I was all in on my little sister. She was the one who made my dick so hard. I throbbed with the need to just bend her over and fuck her hard.

I would make her squeal in delight. It would be so much fun to do that to her. I would fuck her hard and make her howl out in delight. I would whip her ass. Cuff her. Pierce her nipples. My little sister would be my fucktoy.

“I’ll need a note excusing me from school tomorrow,” I said. “Leaving campus now.”

“Wonderful,” Mom said.

I whistled as I headed for the door, my dick so hard to head to the sex shop and get the supplies I needed to dominate my little sister. I couldn’t wait for the brat to squeal on my big dick and cry out in ecstasy like the whore she was.

I loved our family tradition.

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Derrick only has his little sister in his mind. He has no attraction to a dweeby, mousy, Plain Jane bookworm like me. He rushes out and quickly arrives. It’s not a big deal that he’s underage. The owner knows his parents.

It’s not long before he’s heading home to dominate. She’ll be in for a surprise. He’ll make the little brat squeal with all the fun things he bought. Not once does Kristen enter his mind. He’s focused on what matters.

His hot little sister.

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Derrick Hawke

All I could think about was my hot little sister as I walked home. I had the BDSM supplies in a large shopping bag. I hoped I bought the right size corset. Mom texted me the size that should work. I would just have to trust her.

I walked up to the front door and opened it to the sight of my mom kneeling on the floor, her hands cuffed behind her. I shuddered at the sight of her big breasts thrusting out before her, both her nipples properly pierced. She had a ring gag in her mouth, forcing her jaw open. Her shaved pussy dripped with juices. She acted prim and proper because she was a true submissive wife.

She lived that Stepford life.

Dad held the leash attached to Mom’s collar. He wore a pair of leather pants and nothing else. He was strong and in great shape for an accountant. He didn’t have his glasses on. He grinned at me. This was it. I felt his pride.

“She’s in her room,” he said and tugged on the leash. Mom crawled after him as he headed toward the locked basement door. “Tell her it’s time. Take her downstairs. If she’s like your mother, you’ll have to drag her. She’ll want to know you’re man enough to ignore her tears and protest.”

“Right,” I said. “I won’t let you down, Dad.”

He clapped a hand on my shoulder as he walked past me. “I know you won’t, son. Your mother and I believe in you.”

Mom moaned and nodded as she shuffled by on her knees, her big boobs jiggling. She looked so sexy with her hands cuffed behind her back. She looked just perfect moving like that. I groaned at how plump her ass looked. She had such a dimpled rump.

She was a sexy slut. I loved it.

My dick was so hard as I headed down to my sister’s room. I knocked on her door.

“Go away,” she shouted, the music turning up.

I twisted the doorknob. It was locked.

“Amanda,” I said, knocking again louder. “Open this door right now. It’s time for you to be a slut. Amanda. Open the door.”

I knocked again as the music grew louder. I drew in a deep breath. What did Dad say… Right, right, a Master never lost control. He didn’t grow angry with a brat. He stayed in charge and put her in her place. That was what I had to do here.

I knew how to open the door. Sure, they were locked, but there was a little hole that you could slip a small tool in. The tool rested on the top of each door frame. I doubted my sister even knew about this little brass rod with a triangular handle.

I snagged it, pressed it into the lock, and pushed. The lock clicked. With how loud the Taylor Swift song she played was, I doubted she heard it. I smiled as I replaced the key and decided to get naked. She had to see me in charge. I set down the bag and ripped off my shirt. I shoved off my jeans and underwear. My dick popped out hard. I peeled off my socks and tossed them all into my room.

Mom would be mad if I made a mess. She was Dad’s sex slave, but that didn’t stop her from being my mother and wanting the house to be clean. She would even give Dad a stern look if he forgot to use a coaster. Oh, he might spank her ass hard for it later, but she didn’t tolerate her perfect house being disrupted.

That done, I threw open the door to my sister’s room.

She jumped on her bed and screeched, “GET OUT OF HERE!”

Amanda threw her pillow at me. I knocked it aside, her brown hair swaying. Mom was a blonde. Dad had dark hair. My sister and I were in between them. She reached for another pillow and hurtled it, her face red.

“I’m not yours!” she screeched. “GET OUT OF HERE!”

She grabbed a book and threw it at me. The corner hit me in the stomach. I grunted and reached her bed. She glared at me with defiance, daring me to use her. She opened her mouth to screech at me again.

I lightly slapped her face. Not hard. Just a tap to let her know she was being a brat. “Stop that. Good girls don’t shout. They speak at a normal volume.”

She sucked in a deep breath.

I slapped her again.

She blinked at that, her cheek growing a touch pink. Her brow furrowed as I pointed to the doors and snapped my finger. She crossed her arms in defiance and shook her head, her blue eyes glaring at me. The pose stretched her t-shirt taut over her small breasts, her nipples hard.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

I could see it in her eyes. Dad was right. She wanted me to prove it. She probably had a wet pussy right now. Her eyes flicked down to my cock then back up again. I smiled and grabbed a fistful of hair. I pulled on it.

“Last chance before I drag you,” I said.

“You wouldn’t,” she said. “I’ll scream.”

“I’ll slap you again,” I said. “You’re just earning more spankings downstairs. You’re mine. I own you, Amanda. I’m your Master.”

“You’re just a putz who—”

I slapped her again with my other hand on her other cheek.

“Last chance,” I said and pulled slightly on her hair. “How do you want to do this?”

She fixed me with a stubborn look. So I yanked on her hair. She gasped as I pulled her off the bed. She hit on her side, her legs kicking out. I dragged her a few more steps as she screamed. She stared up at me in shock.

“Do you want to walk like a good girl or be dragged like a bitch?” I asked. “It’s your choice how you’re treated. You can’t change that I own you. You can only change how I treat you. It doesn’t matter to me. My cock is hard either way.”

“I’ll stand,” she said and pushed herself up. I still kept a grip on her hair.

“What do you call me?” I asked.

“Putz,” she said, her eyes glaring at me. “You’re—”

I slapped her with my off-hand again. Not hard enough to leave a bruise or hurt her. Just enough to let her feel that sting. She gasped, rubbing at her cheek. I raised my hand again.

“How do you address me, Amanda?” I demanded.

She muttered something beneath her breath. It definitely sounded like Master. She was sulking now. Her shoulders shook and eyes filled with tears. She was attempting to cry. That was fascinating. I couldn’t help but grin at her.

“I’m just sc-cared and this is all s-so n-new,” she sobbed.

I wiped her tears and cupped her chin. “You are very pretty when you cry, Angela.”

Something in her eyes quivered. Her lips almost curled into a smile before she stopped herself.
“Now come along,” I said, holding her hair as a leash and marching her behind me. “It’s time for you to be trained to be a good girl instead of a crybaby brat.”

She stumbled along behind me. I didn’t look back so she sobbed even louder. It sounded so over the top. I reached the basement door. It was opened. I led her down it. Not fast. I didn’t want her to trip and fall. I wanted to hurt her, not harm her. Never harm her. She was to enjoy her pain.

I found Mom dressed. She wore a sundress. Was uncuffed. Dad nodded as I came downstairs leading my crying sister. Angela gasped as she saw what was down here. My jaw dropped. There was this X-shaped cross that had cuffs on each end. A padded bench. A cork board like you’d see in a garage only instead of tools it had floggers and paddles and riding crops. I set down my bag full of new supplies and swallowed.

“Slaves always have to strip naked the moment they enter the dungeon and wear nothing or the appropriate clothing that their Master provides,” Dad said. “So give your slave a stern command.” He glanced at Mom. “Slut, strip.”

“Yes, Master,” Mom said and reached behind her. She unzipped her dress. She pulled it up and over her head before she folded it with care and set it on a small cubby by the door. She smoothed it neatly. She wore a bra and panties.

Mom glanced at me and gave an encouraging nod.

“Slut, strip,” I said to my sister, trying to match Dad’s stern and commanding tone.

“No,” my sister said.

Dad glanced at Mom and said, “Strip means to take all your clothes off, slut.”

“No,” Mom said, imitating my sister’s bratty tongue.

“One,” Daddy said calmly as he walked over to the wall.

Mom stared defiantly at him.

“Two,” he said and pulled off a thing riding crop from the wall and turned around to stare at her.
Mom swallowed and still didn’t act. My sister’s eyes were open wide as Dad marched over to mom with the riding crop. He wasn’t angry. He looked disappointed at her as he smacked it against his hand. She quivered.

“I won’t,” she said petulantly.

“Three,” he said and stroked the tip of the riding crop across her face. “You only have yourself to blame, slave. Strip.”

Mom yelped and reached behind her. She unhooked her bra. My sister’s eyes were wide as saucers as Mom’s big breasts and her pierced nipples appeared. Her boobs jiggled as she threw it down on the ground. My cock lurched at how amazing her tits were. She shoved down her panties next, peeling them off and revealing her shaved pussy. She put them both in the tray.

“There,” she said, sulking.

“That’s not the pose a slave stands in,” Father said. “Four.”

She gasped and placed her hands behind her back, her legs spread wide, her back straight. She glanced at my sister and said, “Notice how my palms are open. I don’t grasp my hands. A slave never grasps her hands tight like that. It’s a form of control. Of reassuring yourself. You must be fully open to your master.”

“Strip, slut,” I said to my sister.

She glanced at the riding crop if Dad’s hand. She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing those little A-cup titties. Maybe after two children, Amanda would have breasts as big as mom. Or bigger. Just big, lush tits that would bounce as I fuck her. And she had to have at least two children. The family tradition had to continue.

If we did have more than two, I hoped it was more girls than boys. However, if we had two sons who had to share a daughter, that might be interesting. Well, that was far in the future. I had to train my sister first. She unsnapped her jeans next, glancing at Dad holding the riding crop.

She put her jeans and t-shirt in the cubby then shoved off her panties next. She folded those up and put them on the others. She darted back to me and stood there, her head bowed. She still had her socks on.

“Strip means get naked,” I said “Not leave your socks on, slut. That’s one.”

She gasped as I turned and headed for the wall. I went for a paddle. I knew the count was for. I doubted a few slaps with the riding crop really scared Mom. She probably took dozens of them, but for my little sister.

“They’re off, they’re off!” she gasped as I picked it up and turned around.

“That’s two,” I said as I moved back.

“Two?” she spluttered. “I… What?”

“How do you address me, slut?” I demanded, marching back to her.

“Master! Master!” she gasped, quivering there, her hands clenched before me.

“Three,” I said as I reached her. I smacked the paddle into my hand.

“But I called you, Master, Master! I…” She trailed off and realized how Mom was standing and how she wasn’t. My sister straightened and thrust her hands behind her back. She gazed at the paddle, her breathing rapid. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“Feet a bit more apart, honey,” Mom said. “That’s it, Amanda. Just like that. And… Good, good, your hands are open. I know it’s hard resisting any control, but it’s for the best.”

“Now,” said Dad. “To collar her.” Dad opened Mom’s collar. “She will wear this whenever you deem it, though it can cause embarrassment around others. You can give her something symbolic. I bought your mother various gold chokers. I also have her wear bracelets that suggest cuffs.”

“Your father spoils me,” Mom purred, smiling as he put the collar on her. She shuddered though as he cinched it closed. She looked… whole now. Complete.

Dad kissed her.

I grabbed the collar out of the box, leaning the paddle against it. I bought a slim, black one. I opened it, my sister staring at it as I moved closer to her. She licked her lips as I opened it. I wanted to snap it tight around her neck. My sister trembled, there, breathing so heavily.

I slipped it around her throat and cinched it tight. Not to where it choked her our cut off her blood, but so she would feel the reminder of her submission. I stared into her eyes and whispered, “I own you now, Amanda. You’re my slut. My slave. My sister-wife.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered back.

I kissed her on the lips. Just hearing her say those two words were so sweet. Mom was right. She was just being a brat to test me. She wanted this. She was a Hawke. All our women were sluts that had to be owned by their brothers or fathers. Or even sons in dire circumstances.

I broke the kiss as Dad picked up the corset and tossed it at Mom’s feet. “That’s what you’re wearing today.”

Mom bent down and pulled it on. As she definitely strapped it up in the back, I grabbed a corset out of the bag. My sister saw it and smiled for a moment. She quivered as I tossed it to her. It landed at her feet. Her first corset.

“Wear it, slut,” I said.

“Yes, Master,” she said and shot her hands down. She picked it up and fumbled with it.

Mom was already laced up and moved to her, saying, “Let me help you out, sweetie.”

It was touching watching Mom help Amanda into her corset. Mom whispered into her ear, giving her motherly advise while working up the straps in the back. She let Amanda take over and finish cinching it up. Mom tightened one of her straps.

“See how it feels. Hugging you but you can still breathe. It doesn’t restrict you. It just makes you beautiful.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said, looking so adorable. The black corset didn’t so much as lift her little breasts as outline the curves of her little apples and enhance them. Her pink nipples thrust out hard and begging to be pierced. She did shave her pussy, her tight, virginal slit dripping with her excitement.

Mom smiled and went back to her pose. My sister adopted it, too. Next, Dad grabbed the cuffs. I fished mine out of the bag as Daddy cuffed Mom with ease. He had hers ratcheted shut. They were actually the safety sort that you can release.

“If you are panicked and need to be free, slave, the buttons are on the side,” Dad whispered but loud enough so I could hear. “Feel them?”

“Yes, Master,” Mom said like she didn’t already know how they worked.

I cuffed my sister and whispered the same things to her. She did find them and nodded. We weren’t here to harm them. We were to give them the pleasure they craved through submission while enjoying the pleasure we desired through domination. Masochists and sadists complimented each other like man and woman. It was perfect.

“Now, I had to count to four,” Dad said and grabbed Mom’s arm. He yanked her over to the padded bench and kicked her feet out from under her. She dropped to the floor. It was padded, but that still had to hurt her knees. She gasped as he put his foot on her shoulder blades and pushed her over the bench with ease. He had the riding crop in his hand. “Count.”

CRACK!

He slapped the riding crop down hard on her ass. She gasped at the pain, a red stripe blossoming across her plump rump.

“One!” she moaned. “Thank you, Master, may I have another.”

CRACK!

She gasped again, her butt-cheeks clenching. She whimpered there as Dad waited. The second welt rose on her rump. My cock was so hard watching Mom getting switched. It was so hot. I couldn’t wait to do that to my little sister. I picked up the paddle.

“It doesn’t count if you don’t count, slut,” Dad said.

CRACK!

“Two!” Mom squealed, her voice sounding so sexy as the third stripe blossomed. “Thank you, Master! May I have another!”

CRACK!

“Three!” She sounded so sexy as she moaned in pain. Her ass burned so hot. “Thank you, Master! May I have another!”

CRACK!

“Four! Thank you, Master! May I have another!”

Dad just grabbed her and yanked her to her feet. He pulled her back, her thighs gleaming with her pussy juices. The tangy aroma of her pussy filled my nose. I breathed it in as I pushed my sister to it. I didn’t sweep out her feet. I just wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

So I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down. Amanda gasped as she landed on her knees. I bent her over and planted my bare foot on her shoulder blades. Right on her bare skin. She squirmed there, her bubbly butt quivering. I smiled at the power I felt over my sister-slave.

I drew back the paddle and swung it for her rump.

SMACK!

She bucked on the ground, gasping out at the pain as her butt-cheeks went red. She squirmed there, her hips wiggling as the pain burned through her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say, slut,” I said and drew back the paddle.

“Wait, wait, Mas—”

SMACK!

She howled again as the second spank landed. Her butt-cheeks jiggled, bright red. She trembled beneath me, gasping for her breath.

“One!” she sobbed out. “Thank you, M-Master! M-may I please have an-nother?”

“Yes,” I groaned in delight and swung.

SMACK!

That wonderful sound echoed through the room along with her sweet cries. Pussy juices dripped down her thighs. I breathed in a sweet aroma now. It was so delicious to inhale.

“Two!” she whimpered. “Thank you, Master! May I p-please have another?”

SMACK!

Her howls were so sweet to my ears. As enjoyable as breathing in her sweet scent. I reveled in it as she whimpered in delight. I smiled as she gasped out, “Three! Thank you, Master! May I please have another?”

“No,” I said

Dad nodded to me. “I don’t know about you, son, but that made me hard. Slut, suck my dick.”

“Yes, Master,” Mom purred and dropped to her knees. She unlaced Dad’s leather pants, pulled him out, and swallowed his cock.

She suckled at him as I removed my foot from my sister’s back. I put the paddle back away and turned around to find her standing up, tears running down her cheeks. Real ones, but she was still cuffed. Still standing at attention. Her pussy cream ran down her thighs.

“Slut, suck my dick,” I growled, wanting to cum in my little sister’s mouth for the first time.

“Yes, Master,” she said and rushed forward. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide. She licked her lips. “I hope you enjoy, Master.”

My sister-slave swallowed the crown of my dick.

I moaned in delight as her soft lips slid over the tip. Pleasure shot down me as she sealed her mouth around my cock and suckled at me. I groaned as Dad grunted. Mom suckled on him as my little sister blew me.

She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was so good to have her do that. I loved it so much. I savored that heat reaching down my dick. I loved the heat swelling in me. It was just so good to have her nursing on my cock like that. She suckled on me with all that she had.

I groaned at the heat of her mouth. She nursed on me with passion. It was an incredible delight having her work on me. She suckled with all my might on that big dick. It was just such a treat. I groaned with Dad.

We enjoyed our slaves sucking on our dicks.

“Damn, Amanda,” I groaned. “That’s good.”

“Fuck,” Dad growled. “You’re being such a good example to our daughter, Whitney. That’s it. Damn, you have a mouth on you!”

“Yes, yes, you have a great mouth, Amanda,” I groaned, savoring that tongue sweeping around my dick.

My sister bobbed her head. I slid my fingers through her brown hair. Her cuffs rattled. I watched her hands twisting and pulling against them as she suckled on me. I enjoyed every last moment of this heat melting down my cock.

It was so good to have her sucking on my cock. It was outstanding. I loved it. I savored the heat building and building in my nuts. They twitched with the passion of her nursing. I groaned, the pressure building at the tip of my cock.

“Damn,” I groaned as she suckled on me. “Oh, damn, that’s so good. That’s really, really good!”
She winked at me, her eyes sparkling with delight.

I savored her nursing on me with all that I had. It was so good having her tongue dancing around the crown. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming in her mouth. Dad groaned nearby. He wore a big grin as he enjoyed Mom sucking on his dick.

She nursed on him with all that she had. It was an incredible rush to have her suckling on my cock. It was wondrous. I savored the heat. Dad gripped the sides of Mom’s head and held her tight. He threw back his head and roared out.

“Whitney!” he growled. “Fuck!”

He erupted into Mom’s mouth. He pumped his cum into her mouth. I knew she was gulping down his jizz. That was so hot. This wave of heat rushed through me. I groaned at the sounds Mom made as she suckled on him.

She nursed on him with all that she had. She gulped down his jizz as my little sister blew me. It was so hot having her suckle on me. Her tongue swept around my dick. I shuddered, my dick twitching in her mouth.

“Oh, Amanda, you good slut!” I groaned as she suckled hard. The pressure in my nuts erupted.

I flooded my little sister’s mouth.

The heat shot through me. I groaned as the pleasure shot through me. Rapture slammed into my mind as my little sister gulped down my cum. She swallowed it all. It was amazing to use my little sister like this.

She was my sex slave. I owned her.

I savored the sounds she made as she gulped down my spunk. I loved the sounds she made. It was so amazing to have all this pleasure rushing through me. I shuddered as she nursed on my cock, working out the last blast of my cum. I felt so good.

I could just soar away.

I glanced at Dad as he pulled his cock out of Mom’s mouth. “Do what you want with her. She’s your slave. Fuck her pussy. Her ass. Do what you want to her. I’m going to enjoy watching your mother’s big tits bounce as she rides me.”

Mom smiled at me, cum dripping down her chin. “Your father does love that. I do have big tits. I’m glad you’re growing into such a dominating master. I know your little sister is relieved.”

Amanda popped her mouth off my cock and gasped, “Mom!”

“Oh, honey, you’ve been begging me to know what your big brother would discipline you. Just dying for when you were ready. I know you staged that whole scene today. He’s going to treat you like his personal slut. He’ll enjoy you how he wants.”

“Like getting those nipples pierced,” I said. “Saturday, we’re going to get that done.”

“Yes, Master,” Amanda said, glancing up at me.

She squirmed there as Dad stretched out on his back. Mom just shuffled over to him and straddled him. He gripped his cock and held it upright. Mom lowered herself to his dick. The moment she felt him against her pussy lips, she plunged down him.

I had the perfect side view of her tits bouncing in her corset. They jiggled in the cups as she moaned her delight. Damn, Mom had such big breasts. I couldn’t look away at Mom’s worked up and down Dad’s cock. She rode him, a sexy MILF enjoying her Master’s rod.

“Oh, yes, yes, Master,” Mom moaned. The only cock she had ever known. It would be the same with my little sister. “That’s so good! Oh, Master! Master!”

SLAP!

Daddy spanked Mom’s reddened ass. She squealed in delight and slid up him. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. How should I take my little sister? How to take her virginity. Have her ride me. Maybe the missionary position…?

It was her first time, but…

She was my slave-wife. Not just my wife. Her first time should be submitting to me. I smiled.

“Slut, I want you face down, ass up,” I said. “Beg me to pop your cherry!”

“Master!” Amanda squealed. She spun around on her knees and pressed her face into the mats. She thrust her reddened ass up at me, her sphincter peeking out. I had to fuck her asshole, too. “Master, Master, please pop my cherry! Pretty please! I want to have your cock in me. I know I’ll love it, Master! And you’ll love how sweet my pussy is! I promise, Master!”

My dick throbbed in delight as I dropped to my knees. My cock slapped down on her cherry ass. She gasped. I loved the heat from her spanked rump. I slid down her curve, leaving a trail of precum on my way to her pussy.

I nuzzled into her shaved folds. She had such a tight slit. Her labia parted to reveal her pink depths and her hymen. I felt that barrier I had to pop for her. I had to rip through her virginity and claim her cunt all for me. She needed to gasp out in delight.

I pushed on her with passion. She gasped as I did that. Her cherry stretched. “Master! Big brother! Oh, that’s so good!”

“Big brother,” I said as I drilled against her hymen. “I like that. When we’re around others, you call me big brother.”

“Just like I call your father, ‘husband,’ around others,” Mom moaned, her big tits heaving as she rode dad.”

“Yes, Master Big Brother!” my little sister squealed.

I gripped her hips and thrust against her hymen.

Her cherry popped.

I groaned in delight as her hot pussy engulfed my dick. I shuddered in delight as I sank into her virgin heaven. It was so wonderful being in her. My cock throbbed in her twat. I loved how tight she was. How hot she was. It was such a perfect moment to be in her.

I pushed deeper and deeper into her twat. I savored every delight of her pussy being wrapped around my dick. It was a wonderful moment to be in her. I savored every last inch of her cunt around my rod.

“Damn,” I groaned as I drew back my dick. I savored her pussy. She felt so good around my cock. It was a true delight having her squealing like that. She moaned as I drew back my dick again. Her pussy gripped me. She held me tight as I slammed back into her. “Oh, damn!”

“Master! Master!” she gasped.

“That’s it, son,” grunted Dad. “Fuck your little sister-slave. Fuck her hard. She’s yours. You own her!”

“You own me, Master!”

I loved my little sister saying that as I thrust away at her pussy. I fucked her cunt with all that I had. I buried into her with such force. It was just an incredible moment. I fucked her so hard and fast. I pounded her with all that I had.

It was so amazing to bury into her. I loved every last second of pounding her snatch. It was just such a delight to bury into her cunt. It was just an incredible delight to have her pussy squeezing around me. It was so good. Just so amazing.

I loved every second of being in her pussy. It was my first time, too. I shuddered, loving the way she gripped me. Her snatch felt so amazing around me. She was just so awesome. I loved every second of being in her. I savored this joy with all my passion.

I fucked into her with force. I plowed into her with all that I had. She whimpered as I fucked her like this. I buried into her again and again. I loved plowing into her with everything that I had. It was so good to fuck her.

“Oh, they’re so cute,” Mom moaned. “Oh, honey, our son is such a strong Master. Look at him fuck his little sister. She loves it!”

“I do, Mommy!” gasped Amanda. “I was born to be your slave wife, Master Big Brother. I love you so much!”

“Love you, too,” I groaned, savoring her pussy squeezing around me. She held me tight with that hot snatch.

I fucked into her with force. I buried over and over into her pussy. I fucked her with such passion. It was so good to pound her with all that I had. I enjoyed it so much. I groaned as I fucked her. I pounded her with all that I had.

I slammed into her with such passion. She whimpered, her pussy clamping down on me. She held me tight as I fucked her with such force. Such passion. I shuddered with all the delight of her pussy. She clamped down hard on me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her pussy gripping me. She held me tight with that hot cunt. She massaged me with her delicious snatch. “Oh, that’s so good. Oh, Master! Master!”

“Yes,” I growled, fucking her twat with all that I had. It was such a wonderful treat to fuck her like this. I pumped away at her. “That’s good. That’s so good. Yes, yes, that’s amazing!”

“So amazing!” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on me. She held me tight. “Ooh, Master! Master! That’s so good!”

“So good,” I groaned, pounding her with force. I loved how she held me tight. It was such a perfect moment to bury into her. “Damn, that’s fantastic. I want to feel you cumming on me!”

“I will, Master!” she gasped, her pussy clamping down on me. “I’m almost there. Oh, Master, your balls slap into my clit!”

“I love that,” Mom moaned as she plunged down Dad’s cock. “May I cum, Master?”

“Yes!” Dad growled.

“Thank you, Master!” she gasped and bucked. Her tits heaved out of the corner of my eyes. “Please, please, cum in me, Master!”

Dad growled. I knew he was spurting into her. I loved it as I fucked my sister hard and fast. I buried into her with all the force that I had. It was so amazing to feel her silky twat around me. I wanted to cum in her.

“May I cum, Master Big Brother?” my little sister-slave asked, her pussy clamping down on me.

I thrust into her, savoring her whimpering there. I wanted to cum, too, but it was fun thrusting away at her. She rubbed her cheek into the mat, her cunt clenching down so hard on me as I plunged away at her.

“Master,” she whined. “Please, please, may I cum?”

“Yes,” I declared as I plunged into her, about to erupt myself.

Her pussy went wild around my dick. I groaned in delight at the heat of her cunt rippling around my dick. She felt so good as she spasmed around me. It was such a rush to have her pussy convulsing about me. I shuddered at the heat of her cunt writhing around me. She felt so good. Just so amazing as her pussy suckled at me.

“Master! Master!” she moaned as I erupted in her.

“Fuck!” I growled.

I pumped my cum into my little sister’s cunt. I erupted over and over into her pussy. The heat slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. It was just so amazing to fill her up. To use her pussy.

To flood her with all that I had. I groaned through that wondrous moment. It was such a special delight to jizz in her. I groaned through the bliss of this moment. I threw back my head as I spurted over and over into her cunt.

“Shit!” I groaned.

“Oh, Master!” she moaned, her hungry pussy suckling at me.

She worked out all the cum that I had. I grunted with each blast of jizz. It was so incredible to have all that spunk erupting into her pussy. I grunted as I soaked her womb in my jizz. No point in waiting to breed her. I wanted to swell the size of those tits.

I spurted the last blast of my cum into her writhing snatch.

“Master,” she whimpered as she shuddered there, my dick throbbing in her convulsing pussy. She groaned as her spasms slowed and stopped. “Oh, that was so good.”

“It looked like it,” said Dad. He was leading Mom away by the leash. “Have fun with your little sister.”

“Dinner’s in an hour,” Mom called. “You have to set the table, Amanda.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she purred as I pulled my cock out of her. “What do you want to do to me until then, Master?”

I stared at her pussy, my cum spilling out of her cunt. She didn’t have a tight slit any longer. I smiled and stretched out on my back. “I want you to ride my cock with your asshole.”

She shivered. “Yes, Master.”

She shuffled to me as I held up my cock soaked in her pussy juices. That would be more than enough lube. She straddled me, her breast jiggling. I nuzzled my cock into her folds before pressing her back into her taint.

I found her asshole.

“Master,” she whimpered and pressed her backdoor against my cock. Her anal ring stretched and stretched. It was such a delicious thing to feel. She whimpered and gasped. Her head threw back as she sank down my dick. “Master!”

Her asshole swallowed my cock.

I groaned in delight as she took more and more of my cock. It was so good to have her do that. I loved her sinking down my dick. That was just a wonderful moment to enjoy. It was just a fantastic rush to have her sliding down me. I was in heaven here.

She bottomed out in me. Her entire body quivered as she whimpered. Her big boobs jiggled. She stared at me with such heat in her eyes. I loved the gleam in them. They were so delicious to see. She squeezed her bowels around me.

“Master!” she moaned and slid up me.

With her hands behind her back, she looked so cute. Her little boobs jiggled, outlined by her corset. I loved how it gave a curvy shape to her hips. Her face twisted in delight as she rose up me. She reached the pinnacle of my cock.

She squealed as she plunged down my dick again.

She felt so good riding me.

I groaned at the velvety embrace of her asshole working up and down me. She squeezed her bowels down around me. She gasped and moaned as she rode me with all that she had. It was so good having her doing that to me. I groaned in delight, savoring that wonderful cunt riding me. She felt so damned good squeezing her asshole around my dick.

I rose toward my orgasm. I hurtled closer and closer as she rode me. Cum spilled out of her pussy as she worked her hot cunt up and down me. My orgasm built faster and faster this time. She just felt so fantastic as she rode me.

Amazing.

Glorious.

My little sister-slave had such an amazing asshole. I could just erupt in her and fill her to the brim with all my cum. That would be just perfect. I shuddered as she plunged down me, gasping out her own delight.

“May I cum, Master Big Brother!” she gasped, riding my asshole. “Please, please, may I cum!”

I grinned at her and said, “Yes.”

She squealed as she impaled her asshole all the way down me. Her body bucked and back arched. Her bowels spasmed around me. A wonderful, velvety caress that swept up me. I shuddered, enjoying every second of her bowels writhing around me.

She felt so damned good around me. It was amazing having her bowels rippling about my dick. It was just a rush. I savored her asshole rippling and writhing around my cock. I enjoyed every last second of that delight.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned as her anal sheath spasmed around me, pussy cream and cum spilling out of her cunt. “Please, please, cum in me!”

“Shit!” I grunted and erupted.

I pumped my cum into her asshole. It was so good to flood her anal sheath with my jizz. The pleasure shot through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I dumped more and more of that spunk into her. I filled her with more and more of that passion.

It was such a happy moment. A big thrill to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I grunted with each blast of my jizz into her asshole. It was so good. So amazing. I loved every last second of that passion surging through me.

“Master Big Brother!” she gasped.

Her bowels milked me as she moaned on me. She quivered, her boobs jiggling. Her cuffs rattled as she gasped out in delight. Her eyes sparkled as her anal sheath milked me dry. It was so good having all that passion sweeping through me.

I groaned in delight, enjoying every last second of that passion. I shuddered through it. This was so good to experience. A big smile spread on my lips. I shuddered with such passion. I could just float away.

“Damn,” I groaned.

She grinned down at me and licked her lips. “What is your next command, Master Big Brother?”
God, I would love this life owning my sister-wife.

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Derrick savors his little sister-slave sucking his dick clean. They had time for the blowjob before dinner. Derrick doesn’t ever think about any other girl but Amanda. She’s his perfect, little sister-slut. He can’t wait to breed her.

Little does he know she is pregnant with twins.

A boy and a girl that will grow up to enjoy the same incestuous, BDSM relationship.

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Kristen squeals in delight, picturing Amanda sucking her big brother’s cock clean. She was much better for him than saying dumb things like how cute Kristen was. The bookworm whimpers through her orgasm and pants, her pleasure past.

“Shame brothers and sisters can’t love each other,” she says. Only in her journal.
Or so she thinks.

Kristen lets Derrick drift from her mind as she searches for her next story. Maybe one about Mr. Holiday. He hasn’t been having much fun at all while Daddy’s been cuckolding him and breeding his daughters.

With a new story percolating in her mind, Kristen heads to her class, thinking about various sluts that could provide stress relief at Mr. Holiday’s office.

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