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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Sunday, May 27th, 2074 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sacramento, CA

I was feeling so much better when I woke up beside Sister Stella the next morning, sunlight streaming through our window. The night before had been magical. She’d forgiven me. Loved me. I couldn’t resist brushing the light-blonde hair from her cheek. I leaned over to nuzzle and kiss her. We reeked of hot pussy, that wonderful musk of love.

My twat itched as my lips worked over to her mouth. I kissed her sweet lips, my tongue teasing her. Stella stirred, her gray eyes opening. Her mouth worked against mine, her arms tightening around my neck. I thrust my tongue into her depths, swirling it around in her mouth. Our breasts pressed together, her nipple hardening against my soft flesh.

“Good morning,” Stella purred when I broke the kiss. “Praise the Creator. I need to say a special prayer to Him for bringing us together.”

“I don’t think your Creator likes gays.”

“He loves everyone.” Stella giggled. “He just doesn’t like everything we do.”

“Like this?” I leaned over and sucked her hard, pink nipple into my lips. I tongued the erect nub, swirling around it.

“Yeah,” she squealed, her hands stroking my auburn hair. “But you have to stop.”

“Why?” I asked, kissing over to her other small breast. “Because it’s the Lord’s day?”

“Because I have to pee.” She shifted beneath me. “Then we can continue.”

I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, engulfing as much of her breast as I could. I loved her squeals as I teased her nipple. My pussy itched between my thighs as she writhed beneath me. Her silky pubic hair tickled my stomach, growing damp with her excitement as I played with her delicate nipple.

I nibbled on it, staring up at her. Stella’s face shifted. I loved it, her gray eyes fluttering. She whimpered, her hips shifting beneath me. She stroked her fingers through my hair, her whimpers so sexy and delicious.

“Please, Chase,” she moaned. “You’re a saint. Have mercy on my bladder.”

I giggled around her nipple. Then I popped my mouth off her nub. “But I’m such a bad saint.” I kissed between her breasts. “Maybe if you beg louder, I’ll show you some mercy.”

“Please, oh beautiful and sexy Chase,” Stella moaned as I kissed down her belly. She had flawless skin, and a cute, innie bellybutton. “Please!” she squealed as I tongued her bellybutton.

Her giggling laughs and squirming body kept me tonguing her bellybutton. I swirled through her divot while her face grew red. She struggled to breathe as her delight spilled from her lips, her legs spasming. She struggled to speak between her gasps. Her fists grabbed the bedspread.

“Please!” She chortled. “I can’t… mercy… Chase… I need…”

“Okay,” I sighed. I abandoned her bellybutton.

But not my fun.

I kissed down to her pudenda. I nuzzled at her pubic hair, letting the curls caress my lips. I moved lower, pushing her thighs apart as I settled between them. Her pussy was tight, almost virginal, and a spicy scent tickled my nose.

I savored her scent before I latched my mouth onto her urethra, sucking hard. Her juices spilled over my tongue as I sucked right there. She shuddered, her small, firm breasts jiggling. Pleasure rippled across her face.

“I need to pee!” Stella protested. “You promised me mercy.”

My blue eyes locked on her gray. I arched my eyebrows. Stella licked her lips, her hips undulating. She gasped, “You don’t mean…?”

“Yep,” I purred. I licked her pussy lips and caressed her urethra’s opening. “It’s such an intimate act. I haven’t done it in… decades.”

“Decades… I forget how much older you are. You look eighteen.”

“I’m…” I paused to think. “Sixty. However, I still can be as wild as an eighteen-year-old girl.”

I locked my lips back onto her pussy. I wanted to drink her urine. I wanted to experience this intimacy with Stella. I wanted to share everything with her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding on tight.

I sucked hard on her. She shuddered, her cheeks going scarlet. Her body shuddered as I applied the pressure. My pussy was so hot. My cunt juices dribbled down my thighs. I was so eager to do this naughty thing to her.

“Okay,” Stella groaned. Her face strained.

I sucked hard, eager for the flow. Nothing came.

“This is… kinda hard.” Her cheeks flushed. “But kinda hot.”

I moaned my agreement.

Finally, she let out a groan. Her urine spurted into my mouth, salty and bitter. I savored the taste of her urine, that nasty flavor. I shuddered as it filled my mouth. I gulped it down, the warmth flowing down to my belly.

More squirted out of her, a stream of her piss. I drank it down greedily, savoring the flavor. Stella let out a moan, her hips bucking as her eyes widened. I gulped down more of her pee, staring up her squirming body as the acrid taste filled my mouth.

“Oh, my,” she purred. “That’s… nice.”

I swallowed as fast as I could, her stream splashing into my mouth. My stomach grew warm, my own bladder full. I didn’t waste a drop. I kept my lips sealed around her urethra as she scrunched up her face, straining to keep the piss flowing.

Her stream began to dwindle. Then it died. I swirled the last of piss around in my mouth, savoring the flavor. The intimacy of this moment. She panted, her face flushed. She trembled as she stared down at me.

“That was amazing!” Sister Stella moaned.

A few more dribbles came out. I swallowed them down. Then my tongue licked out, swirling through her pussy to find every drop of her urine that clung to her folds. I cleaned her, reveling in her spicy excitement mixed with the last traces of her piss. I feasted on her pussy, my tongue wiggling, looking for every drop of her pee that I could find.

She gasped and shuddered. Her silky lips pressed on my mouth as I rooted around in her depths. I moved my tongue lower, probing her tunnel as my fingers found her clit. I massaged her bud. Her body bucked.

“Oh, Chase!” she cried out. “You wonderful woman! You’re so loving!”

I wiggled my tongue in and out of her pussy as I pinched her clit. Her hips bucked again. Stella pinched and twisted her nipples, her gasps squeaking through the air. Her thighs pressed on my cheeks as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm.

I feasted on her, wanting to give her as much joy as I could. My tongue darted through her folds. I teased her. Devoured her. She whimpered and groaned, shaking her head from side to side. Her whimpers burst through our hotel room.

“Chase, you’re so amazing!” she moaned, her juices growing hotter. “I’m going to cum on your mouth.”

“Good,” I purred, my fingers rubbing hard at her clit.

Her face scrunched up. I loved the look as her body trembled. My tongue jammed into her cunt’s depths. I swirled around in her as I circled her bud. Her clit throbbed against my fingers tips. Her body shuddered.

Stella screamed when her orgasm burst through her. Her juices flooded into my mouth. I drank them all down as her pussy ground on my lips. I kept licking her, prolonging her bliss for as long as I could.

“Chase!” Stella moaned. “You wonderful, beautiful, sexy woman. Oh, yes!”

I lapped at her, loving watching her shudder through the bliss I gave her. I delighted in feasting on her. In making her howl her pretty, little head off. She shuddered on the bed, her gasps and moans echoing through the room.

“You’re so talented!” she gasped. “Yes!”

“Mmm, see, isn’t that nice and intimate?” I asked.

“So nice.” Stella bit her lip. “Can I… return the favor?”

“You mean…?” I arched an eyebrow.

She nodded her head. “I do.”

“I was hoping you’d ask!”

I slid up her body, turning around and straddling her head. I lowered myself down to her hungry mouth, my bladder so full. She’d forgiven my transgression last night and now wanted to share this intimate delight. I planted my pussy on her hungry lips, grinding on her.

“You ready?”

“Yes!” she moaned into my twat. “Do it before I chicken out.”

Stella’s lips nuzzled into my shaved pussy. She latched onto my urethra. She sucked. I groaned. I took a deep breath and released my bladder. I shivered as my urine poured out, splashing into her awaiting mouth. My pussy clenched in delight, dripping juices down on her face.

It was so hot, so intimate, to hear my lover swallow my urine. The piss jetted out of me, that hot flow that filled her mouth over and over. I brushed her throat with my fingers, feeling her swallow. I shuddered.

My pussy burned, my orgasm already swelling. Her fingers found my clit, playing with my nub as I peed in her hungry mouth. I gasped in delight, her digit teasing me. The pleasure surged through me. I trembled atop her, releasing my flow.

“You naughty nun,” I moaned. “Play with my clit and drink my pee.”

I squeezed on my bladder, forcing out every drop of my urine into her hungry mouth. Her fingers pinched my clit, rolling the sensitive nub. My stream died down. I groaned as the last few squirts bathed her mouth.

He purred in delight. Her tongue swiped through my folds. She licked at me. Lapped at me. I could tell she was eager to gather every drop of my pee and pussy cream. It was such a delicious treat. I trembled atop her, whimpering out my pleasure.

“Stella!” I groaned.

I squirmed atop her. I grabbed her small tits as I rode her face. Her tongue was agile, brushing through all the wonderful spots inside of me. The pleasure swelled fast through me, stirred by her fingers pinching my clit.

She kept rolling my bud as her tongue darted into the hot depths of my pussy. She swirled around through me, teasing me. The pleasure swelled and swelled, threatening to drown me. I shuddered, my back arching.

“Yes!” I moaned, the bed creaking as my body bucked. “You wonderful woman. Keep licking me! I’m gonna squirt so much pussy cream into your mouth.”

“Good!” Stella moaned into my twat. “Flood my mouth. I love your pussy juices!”

My back arched, my breasts heaving as I squirmed on her face. I let out a low moan as my orgasm swelled through my body. My fingers squeezed and pinched her nipples. I whimpered, the pressure growing in the depths of my pussy.

She rubbed hard on my clit. Her tongue penetrated my depths. I couldn’t take it. I had to surrender. Tasting her acrid piss on my lips, I came. The pleasure rippled out of my cunt. My snatch convulsed around her tongue, juices gushing out of me.

“Stella!” I screamed as my pussy clenched, squirting my juices into her hungry mouth.

Waves of pleasure rolled through my body. My nipples tingled as I spasmed and bucked, my breasts heaving. Her fingers pinched harder on my clit, adding tsunamis of bliss racing through my body and crashing into my mind.

“Shit!” I groaned. “Oh, yes! You wonderful nun! I love you, Stella!”

“I love you, too, Chase,” her muffled voice whispered. “The Creator guided us together. I’m so happy.”

The delight surged through me. I savored it. Her tongue licked through my folds. She drove me wild. I shuddered, my head shaking. This wicked passion rippled through my body. I groaned, my tits heaving.

My pleasure peaked and then died.

Panting, I pulled from her and twisted around. I draped myself against her, feeling her body trembling beneath mine. I stroked her cheeks, her gray eyes misty with tears. I could see the joy in her eyes.

“I’m so happy, too.” I leaned down and kissed her.

With her help, I would be rid of my gift. I could grow old. I would convince Stella to give up her power, and then we’d live with the twins and Queenie.

One happy family.

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Rex Glassner

“I bought a whore!” I beamed at Chase as she and Stella finally showed up holding hands for breakfast. We were in the hotel’s bar.

Chase shook her head. “You had two other women to fuck. Why did you need a whore?”

“She looked like Mary,” I answered. “I always wanted to fuck your mom.”

“You want to be like Dad, huh?” Chase laughed and ruffled my dark hair. “And did you share your whore with your wives?”

“Yes, he did,” my twin sister said. She smiled as she hugged Chase. “I see you and Stella are beaming. I’m so happy.”

I frowned. “Why? What’s different?”

Queenie giggled behind me. My buxom wife hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my neck. “You’re such a boy, Rex.”

“So,” I shrugged. “It’s good to be a boy. We got big dicks that you ladies can’t resist.”

Reina giggled. She cupped my cock through my jeans. “So full of yourself, huh?”

“I tamed both of you, right?” I kissed Reina on the mouth and pulled her close. “So, what are you talking about?”

“They’re together,” Reina said, rolling her eyes.

I looked at my older sister and the nun, both smiling and sharing glances. “Oh. Well, Stella’s better than Joab.”

“Definitely,” Chase nodded and gave Stella a quick kiss. “Well, let’s get down the road. We have a long way to go.”

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Saturday, June 2nd, 2074 – Queenie Glassner – Redding, CA

The walking grew easier as we headed north up the ruins of I-5. Much of the concrete road still stood, but it was cracked and broken in spots. Luckily, the overpasses still remained passable, for the most part. Planks of wood or corrugated metal were laid over holes that had formed. Travelers streamed down the road, some riding on horses, others leading pack mules.

At night, we camped. We didn’t have the money to stay at an inn in every village we passed through. I didn’t mind. It was so intimate in our tent. Rex, Reina, and I squirmed together, shifting around and changing who would be in the middle. Despite how tired we were at the end of the day, we still found time to have fun.

As we headed north, the road began to climb, passing into the foothills of the Southern Cascade Mountains. Mount Shasta loomed ahead, capped by snowy peaks. As we neared the town of Redding, the peak’s majesty swelled as it rose out of the golden hills. The mountain was gorgeous. I had never seen the like.

“Mount Rainier’s more impressive,” Chase grinned at me when I stopped at noon, staring up at the mountain in awe. We had a perfect view as the highway curved.

“Really?” I gasped.

“And Mount Hood,” she added. “Though St. Helens not nearly as much.”

I goggled at all these names she said so casually. “You’ve been around the whole world, haven’t you, big sis?”

Chase gave me a smile.

I blushed. “Sorry, Chase. I know I’m not your real sister.”

“You are. You married my brother. You’re my sister.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips.

I giggled after she broke away. “Do you kiss all your sisters?”

She nodded. “All of them. And yes, I’ve been around the whole world. I’ve walked through the Sahara. I’ve lain in the Dead Sea. I sat atop Victoria Falls and watched what seemed like all the water in the world pour off into the green below. I’ve walked the Andes, the Appalachians, and the Alps.”

“What are those?”

“Mountains. The Andes and the Alps put the Sierra Nevada to shame, but the Appalachians are only mountains to the people on the East Coast. They haven’t seen real mountains.”

“Oh,” I nodded.

“We need to keep moving. I want to make Redding by dusk. It’ll be nice to sleep in a proper bed.”

“After six days, I couldn’t agree more,” Sister Stella said, falling in beside Chase. “Though we made the best of it.”

I gave a wicked giggle. “I heard.”

“We’re nothing compared to the noise that comes out of your tent,” Chase said, then laughed. She threw her arm around my shoulders.

Smoke rose ahead as we neared Redding. It was a large town, bigger than Truckee. It straddled I-5. We took the off-ramp, walking down the sloped concrete down to the badly patched asphalt that led towards the heart of Redding.

The people of Redding wore more flannel than I had seen. The town was a mix of the old style of buildings that the Theocracy built, along with newer wooden buildings. Women tended gardens while watching their children play in the streets. Men drove wagons laden with lumber. The sun was setting, casting long shadows down the street.

And that’s when I saw the stocks.

“Take it, whore!” a man said, rutting with a woman trapped in them. I gasped in shock, my cheeks reddening. The woman was naked, her brown hair falling about her face thrust through the stocks. Her breasts were round, about the size of Chase’s. They jiggled as the man pumped away at her pussy.

“That’s disgusting,” Sister Stella muttered. “They’re not supposed to do that any longer.”

“What did she do?” I gasped as the man grunted. He ripped out of her and spilled his cum on her backside.

“Sexual impropriety,” Stella muttered. “They’re trying to fuck the slut out of her.”

“How horrible.”

“You’re up,” the man said, pulling up his fly and slapping an eighteen-year-old boy on the back.

“Been looking forward to having a go.” The boy grinned while unfastening his pants and pulling out a hard cock.

The woman in the stocks gasped as the new cock entered her. The youth pumped hard, his ass, half exposed by his sagging pants, clenching as he drove into her. The boy’s face was twisted by passion. He thrust fast, pumping like a piston.

My husband looked on with interest, eyeing the woman’s breasts. I marched over to him. “ What are you thinking about doing, Rex Glassner?” I demanded. “You are not having a turn with that woman.”

“Did you see the sign?” Rex growled, taking a step forward.

I seized his arm, my anger mounting. “You will not do this! It’s disgusting! Rape!”

Rex jerked at my arm, whirling to face me. “Let go, Queenie.”

I had never disobeyed my husband before. I held on tight.

Reina grasped my wrist. “Let him go,” she hissed. “Did you see the sign?”

I looked up to read it. I let Rex go when I did.

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Rex Glassner

My anger boiled the moment I saw the sign, banishing the disgust and revulsion that had almost overwhelmed me. It was filthy. Queenie’s hand let go of me, and I rushed forward, my fist balling up as I pounded across the gravel.

“Wait your turn!” a filthy old man snarled, his teeth rotten.

I punched him in the face. He stumbled back and spat out bloody teeth. I seized the youth pumping away at my sister trapped in the stocks. He gaped in astonishment as my fist crashed into his face. Crimson spurted from his nose as he reeled back, tripping over his trousers.

“What the fuck!” the man who’d just finished yelled before taking a swing at me.

“You are not fucking my sister!” I roared and blocked the punch.

On a sign above the stocks read: “I am one of Mark Glassner’s demonic spawn. My filthy pussy needs purification. Cleanse me of my sins.”

The man’s breath stank of beer. He lurched as he threw his next attack. I caught his badly swung right hook with my arm, then drove my fist into his face. He stumbled back, his pants falling down to his ankles. He hadn’t fastened them up after finishing using my sister.

My sister in the stocks glanced at me, her brown hair falling away to reveal a delicate doll’s face with big, blue eyes. The same eyes my twin and I possessed. I kicked her rapist in the groin. He gave a satisfying groan and then puked.

I nodded at the girl. “They won’t touch you, sister of mine.”

“Sister…?” she croaked.

Footsteps pounded behind me. Reina and Queenie reached the stocks, fumbling at the lock as the youth recovered. “You fucking asshole,” he snarled, clutching his bloody nose. “I was fucking that whore.”

“She’s no whore!” I roared. I had never been so angry in my life. I swung at the youth.

He blocked my blow, and his punch caught me on my jaw. I stumbled back, pain throbbing in my cheek. I glared at him as I recovered and seized his arm as he threw another punch. I had strength from working on the farm. I used it to spin him around and slam him into the stock’s frame. He reeled back, blood spilling from a cut to his scalp, adding to his broken nose.

The other men who’d been waiting for their turn to gangbang my sister cracked their knuckles and spread out as they approached me. I swallowed, my anger pumping hard, but fear was eating away at the edges.

“Stop this!” Sister Stella demanded, striding up between them and me. She wore her nun’s habit, glaring at all of them.

The men paused. On nodded, muttering, “Sister.”

“Why are you raping this poor woman?” the nun demanded, hands on her hips. “Surely you’ve heard the word from Rome. No woman is to be put in stocks and demeaned in this fashion. It is unchristian. It is a perversion of the bible. You are the ones sinning, not her!”

“But the Preacher…” the one who’d muttered said. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “She said it was okay. We had to fuck the slut out of her. And she has one big slut in her. She’s been whoring herself out for years.”

“No I haven’t!” my sister snarled. “I work as a wet nurse!”

I joined my wives as they stared at the iron padlock keeping shut the wooden stocks. I shook it, growling in disgust. How to get it off? I spotted a fist-sized rock from the ground and picked it up. I raised it and swung it down. Sparks flared on the metal.

My trapped sister gave me a considering look. “Why do you call me your sister?”

“You’re a daughter of Mark Glassner?” I asked and slammed the improvised hammer down again.

She nodded. “My ma was one of those virgins he liked messing around with.”

“Well, I’m his son, and that’s my twin sister.”

She blinked. “What?”

I slammed the rock down on the padlock a third time, denting the metal. “We’ll get you out. I’m not letting my sister get gang-raped.”

Reina and Queenie nodded.

“And the one with big tits? Is she a sister?”

“By marriage,” I answered, slamming down the rock again. The metal dented worse. The lock was cheap. My next blow ripped open the body, the shackle coming free. I tore the remains off and flipped the stocks up. My sister stood up, stretching her arms and back, thrusting her rather nice breasts forward. Milk beaded her dark nipples.

“Do you always look at your sisters’ tits?” she asked.

“Always,” I nodded. “Right, Reina?”

“All the time.” My twin giggled. “They’re a nice set.”

Our new sister blushed. “Wait… you’re not joking?”

“You know the stories they say about our dad. My twin and I have his appetites.” I grinned. “That’s why I have two women. What’s your name?”

“Sarah,” she answered, throwing a look over her shoulder. “And here comes the Preacher. She’s gonna throw me back in. Probably have me whipped, too.”

“No, she won’t,” I promised her.

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Sarah Goldman

I studied my new siblings. Other than their blue eyes, we really didn’t look a lot alike. Their mother must have been Hispanic to give them their brown-hued skin and darker hair. Rex eyed me more than a brother should. I looked around at the men who had been fucking me and back at my brother. His knuckles were bloodied.

He’d fought for me. His cheek was swollen. No one had ever done that.

“What in the name of Blessed Chasity is going on?” the Preacher boomed, her voice carrying. She was a stout woman in a black, high-necked dress, a large, wooden cross clutched between her powerful hands.

Reina snorted in laughter. “That’s great.”

“What is?” I asked, moving my hands to cover up my breasts. Rex’s eyes sent a flush through my body. I suddenly felt so bashful before him.

“Chasity is our sister,” Reina answered, pointing at the red-haired woman striding up to the nun.

“Really?” I gaped. “That’s her. She’s so young.”

“She doesn’t age ’cause she’s special,” Queenie answered as she pulled a blanket from her bag. Then she draped it over my shoulders. “There you go. No sense in letting all the guys, including your brother, ogle you.”

“I rescued her,” Rex muttered, “so you think that would earn me a little ogling.”

“A little,” I told him, giving him a shy smile. “And I think you’ve gotten more than enough.”

“I don’t care what order you claim to be a part of, young lady. We’re doin’ the Lord’s work in Redding!” roared the Preacher at the nun. “Saint Chasity herself appeared before me in a vision and told me to chastise the little trollop.”

“I appeared in a vision before you?” the red-haired woman demanded. “That’s news to me. I must have been asleep when I projected my spirit.”

“Out of the way, strumpet,” declared the Preacher. “You keep spewing blasphemy and claiming to be a holy personage, I will add you to the stocks and let the men satiate their vile lusts on your body.”

Chasity swelled up her chest. A nimbus of golden light sprang about her. “I am the Holy Prophetess of the Creator!” she declared, her voice ringing true. I heard her clearly. “I am Chasity Alberta Glassner!”

I shuddered in awe.

the Preacher stumbled back and gripped her cross in a tight fist, knuckles whitening. “What trick of the enemy is this?”

“No trick,” Chasity declared. She really was the holy saint. “I stood upon the slopes of Mount Sinai and restored the Gift! I plunged the dagger into my father’s side and freed you! But I didn’t free you so you could inflict more harm in my name!”

“Demon!” the Preacher screeched, branding her large cross as a club and swinging it at the Holy Saint.

Golden light surrounded Chasity. She flashed up into the heavens. the Preacher’s swing struck nothing. The stout woman stumbled forward, tripped on her skirts, and fell to her knees. The light flashed back down. Chasity appeared out of the golden nimbus standing behind the Preacher.

“Only I can travel by the light of Heaven like an angel!” Chasity roared, her face twisting with fury. “I did not suffer such grief and anguish so a petty bigot like you could have my little sister raped!”

A tear trickled down my cheek. No one had ever been kind to me. Everyone in Redding had known who my father was. I was picked on as a child. The last preacher, Father Gideon, protected me so long as I let him crawl into my bed, but when he got me with child, he cast me out. His child had been stillborn.

I had managed to find employment as a wet nurse for Mrs. Thatcher, the sawmill owner’s wife. It was okay until the Preacher arrived with her visions.

“Help me!” screamed the Preacher as she struggled to rise, her legs tangled in her skirts. “Seize the demon! She must be punished!”

“But… but… she’s the Saint,” gaped one of the men who raped me. He fell to his knees and held his hands before him, cowering. “I had no idea she was your sister, Prophetess. We was just followin’ the Preacher.”

“You will all burn!” the Preacher hissed, standing back up. She pulled a small revolver from the pocket of her skirt and aimed it at Chasity.

The Saint spread her arms wide, inviting the shots. the Preacher fired.

“No!” I gasped in horror as Chasity was struck. She fell back in a spray of blood.

“See! If she was a Saint, she wouldn’t bleed!” howled the Preacher. She fired the gun again and again. More blood spurted from Chasity’s body.

Golden light danced from the wounds. It spilled out through the blood, bubbling with her life. She shuddered, flexing her fingers as her injuries healed. I could see bare flesh through the holes punched through her blouse.

“You ruined my clothes,” muttered Chasity as she fingered her stained blouse, her blood the only proof that she’d been injured.

Two men seized the stunned Preacher. They were pale-faced. One, Mr. Thompson the general store owner, said, “We’ll see she’s punished, your Saintfulness.”

They began to take her to the stocks.

“Just run her out of town,” Chase groaned. “And tear those damned things down.” She looked at her blouse. “And someone get me a new shirt! I don’t have that many!”

“Did you come to save me?” I asked, tears running down my cheeks.

Reina and Queenie hugged me. They squeezed me tight. I relaxed into their embrace, my body sagging. They accepted me. They didn’t hate me or despise me. “I’m afraid not,” Reina whispered. “But we’re glad we came by. We’re on our way to see Father.”

I froze. “What?”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Queenie hissed to Reina. “People shouldn’t know.”

“She won’t tell anyone,” Reina said. “Right?”

“I won’t,” I whispered, then I trembled, glancing at the stocks. “So you’re going to leave me here?”

“I’m sorry.” Reina hugged me tighter. “But I’m glad we saved you.”

I bit my lip, a tremble running through my body. What would happen to me when they left? Everyone I knew and loved was dead, which weren’t a lot of people, just my ma and my poor, baby boy.

“It’s not fair,” I whispered, my tears coming. I finally found more family, and they were leaving.

* * *

Reina Glassner

Queenie brushed my hair as we sat on the bed in our hotel room. Rex lounged beside us, naked and staring up at the ceiling. He had been quiet since the fight. Watching him punch those men had been so hot. He had been a stud, standing up for his sibling.

I wondered how many other of our siblings were out there being tormented because of who our father was. It wasn’t right. None of us could control that we were Mark Glassner’s children. He’d spread his seed far and wide. So why did we have to pay? According to Chasity, the men who burned our mother were planning on killing us, and we were just babes, barely a few weeks old.

“I hate them,” I muttered.

“Who?” Queenie asked.

“The Christians. They all claim to be about loving and caring, but they kill and hurt just as much as everyone else.”

Queenie’s lips kissed my naked shoulder. “I know. Those stocks were foul. What they were doing to poor Sarah was monstrous. But we stopped it.”

“For her. But what about our other siblings?”

Rex’s hand brushed mine. “There’s not much we can do for them. Unless we wander across more. And what are the odds? Our dad fucked a lot of women, but there is still, what, thousands of people in the world.”

“I think there’s more than that,” Queenie said. “Like… millions. Like the stars.”

“So many,” I whispered, shaking my head. My mind hurt thinking about that.

There was a rap at the door. “

Yes?” Rex asked. He stood up and crossed the small room to the door.

“Did you order a whore?” Queenie demanded.

“No.” Rex laughed. “I should’ve.” He yanked open the door. Sarah stood there, dressed in a worn skirt and blouse. She worried her lip, shifting.

“Hi,” she said, swallowing. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” Rex grinned, his eyes roaming her body as she swept past him. My brother could be such a pig.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to face her.

Sarah’s cheeks reddened as she realized we were naked. She glanced at our brother, lingering on his half-hard cock. “I want to come with you when you leave.”

“It’s a long journey,” I told her. “A dangerous one.”

“There’s nothing for me here,” she said, her fingers unbuttoning her dress. “I’m prepared to come with you.”

“You don’t have to get naked!” Queenie gasped.

“It’s fine,” Rex said. He grinned as Sarah’s breasts came into view.

“You think it’s fine because you only think with your cock,” I said. I slipped off the bed and marched to my sister. “You don’t have to do this.”

“But…” She swallowed.

“You can come with us, but you don’t have to sleep with our brother. You’re not his whore. I know you’ve been used badly.”

“It’s okay.” She shrugged. “I don’t mind. I… I want to be his. He’s the only man that’s ever stood up to me. I can be his wife, too.”

I groaned.“That’s the stupidest reason to be his wife.”

“I’m fine with it,” my twin said.

“Quiet,” I hissed at Rex, even as my subconscious whispered, She has lactating breasts. I want to taste her milk. I want to take her to bed and suckle on her big tits.

“I want to be his,” Sarah said, growing more confident.

“Fine,” I whispered, my eyes drifting down to those tits. I couldn’t help myself. I was as much a pervert as my brother. “You can share our bed tonight. In the morning, you can decide if you want to come with us as our lover or our sister. But not a wife. You have to actually love the idiot.”

“Yes,” Queenie nodded.

“And he has to love you.”

“I love her already,” Rex groaned.

“You just love her ass.” I giggled, turning Sarah so her rump faced him. I gave her rear a light spank. “It is a nice ass.”

Sarah gasped, her cheeks blushing.

“For someone with mother’s milk, you sure blush like a maid,” I giggled, pinching her nipple. My finger grew wet. Creamy milk beaded my digit. I brought the succulent treat to my lips. My cheeks hallowed as I savored her treat. It was sweeter than cow’s milk. My pussy grew wet as I stared at her dark-red nipple beading with more.

I took her hand and led her to the bed. I pressed her down on it. She trembled, pliant. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked, spreading her legs. Her pussy was adorned by a soft down of brown hair. “After today…?”

“He protected me,” Sarah whispered. “I need him to keep protecting me.”

“I’ll protect you whether or not I fuck you,” Rex grinned as he knelt between her legs. He slid his fingers up her thigh.

I sighed. “Our brother can be a sweetie.”

Tears brimmed in Sarah’s eyes. “I’m sure. I’ve never had a choice before. I choose this.”

Rex grinned and buried his face into her pussy. Sarah’s eyes widened as she experienced the skill of our brother. Sweet sighs escaped her lips as her body writhed. He licked and lapped with hunger, bringing such joy to her.

Her tits jiggled, including the one I held. I squeezed her breast and groaned as more of her delicious milk beaded on her nipple. The creamy drop quivering on her succulent nub made my mouth water.

I had to taste it straight from the source.

I leaned over and latched onto her nipple. I sucked hard. Her warm milk squirted into my mouth. My taste buds came to life. I groaned, my hips wiggling. I swirled the creamy treat around in my mouth, swallowing it and sucking again.

It was so delicious.

Sarah gasped, her hands stroking my dark hair as I nursed at her. I suckled with hunger, my cheeks hollowing. I squeezed her heavy breast, shooting more milk into my mouth. The warm delight had me trembling.

“Mmm, I need to try that,” Queenie moaned. She leaned over and suckled from Sarah’s other tit. My wife let out a squeal of delight as she tasted the creamy treat.

“Don’t hog all of it,” Rex said, lifting his face up, his lips stained in pussy juices.

I sucked hard, letting my mouth fill with that sweet milk. I planted a kiss on my brother’s lips. I shared our sister’s milk with him, and he shared her tangy pussy with me. Our tongues swirled as the sweet cream and tangy juices mixed together between our kisses.

It was so hot to experience. My pussy clenched. I groaned as I kissed my twin. The naughty tastes blended together, spilling over our swirling tongues. A heady rush rippled through me. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side.

“Don’t forget about Sarah,” Queenie reminded us. “She needs to be pleasured, spouses of mine.”

I broke the kiss and purred, “Right.” I glanced at Sarah. “Sorry.”

She gave me a shy smile, then gasped as Rex went back to feasting on her pussy.

As I nuzzled down to suckle on her nipple, I asked, “How do you like it?”

“His mouth is amazing!” Sarah’s back arched, her breast jiggling. “Oh, yes! Oh, wow.”

“Queenie’s better,” I told her before latching onto her nipple.

“I can’t wait to find out!” gasped Sarah. “Because this is heavenly!”

I nursed hard. That wonderful milk flowed out and coated my tongue. I shuddered, reveling in it. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure rippled through me. My hips wiggled back and forth, the juices dripping down my thighs.

“Just let yourself go,” Rex growled to Sarah. “I want you to cum on my lips, and then I’ll fuck you hard.”

“Yes!” moaned Sarah.

I nursed hard, more milk pouring into my mouth. I swirled it about my mouth before swallowing it. Queenie’s hand brushed mine, her eyes locking on mine as we nursed together. I squeezed her hand, loving her with my eyes as I suckled from my sweet sister’s teat.

Rex devoured her. I could hear his licking. He was putting his all into it. Sarah loved it. She shuddered on the bed. Her face twisted with bliss. I loved the sight, so glad to meet another of my siblings. My pussy burned.

“Rex!” she moaned. “Oh, this is incredible.”

“It’ll bet better,” he promised.

“Yes!” she moaned.

I shuddered, loving the bliss we were giving her. I squeezed Queenie’s hand as we nursed. More and more milk spilled down my throat. It warmed my belly. My pussy simmered, aching to be filled with something.

Sarah’s moans grew louder. Her head tossed back and forth. She shuddered and gasped, “Rex! Oh, wow! I think! I think it’s happening! I’m gonna! I’m gonna cum! Oh, yes!”

Her body thrashed. I held onto her tit for dear life, my mouth sealed to that nipple. I wasn’t about to release it. I wanted all her milk. I wanted to drain her dry. Rex could enjoy her milk tomorrow. I drank greedily, my pussy itching fiercely.

She spasmed on the bed, her tits heaving. I managed to hold on. I kept nursing her, massaging her breast. She let out a final groan and collapsed onto the pillows. She gasped for breath, her face flushed scarlet.

“Fuck me!” groaned Sarah, looking down her body. “Your lips are wonderful, but I need more! I needy our cock! My brother’s cock!”

I shuddered, knowing just what she meant.

“Sure, sweet sister,” Rex grinned, rising to his knees. He seized her thighs, pulling her closer until his hard cock nudged at her pussy lips. “Have you ever eaten pussy before, Sarah?” Rex asked, teasing her snatch with his cock’s tip.

“No,” Sarah moaned.

“Want to try?” Rex grinned. “Reina has a tasty snatch.”

A shiver ran through me. I suckled hard as Sarah licked her lips, looking at me. “I… I think I do. Yes. I want to share everything with you three.”

Rex thrust into her. She gasped, her toes curling as Rex pounded her. I lifted up from her breast, my pussy on fire. I shifted around, watching my brother plunge hard into her. He buried over and over into her pussy, filling her pussy to the brim.

“Eating cunt is easy,” I told her as I straddled her head. “Lick all those parts of your pussy that you like to touch at night.”

“Okay!” Sarah moaned as I lowered my pussy to her lips.

I settled on her cunt and groaned. Her first tongue swipe was hesitant, just like Queenie’s had been. I shuddered at the depravity of this moment. She was taking her first lick of pussy. My pussy. My sister dove into such wicked delights while our brother fucked her.

I squirmed on her face. I watched Rex fuck her hard. He plowed into her with powerful thrusts. Queenie kept suckling and nursing, loving Sarah’s breasts. My brother’s blue eyes flashed. He grinned at me as he thrust forward.

I winked back at him.

The pleasure built in my pussy as my sister’s tongue grew more confident. Her licks became bolder as she moaned into my twat. She brushed my folds. I gasped when she found my clit, swirling around it and sending dizzying lust through me.

“How is she?” Rex asked, leaning over, his lips inches from mine.

“Better than you were the first time,” I grinned and kissed him hard.

My tongue dueled with my twin’s. Our sister licked me. Her tongue darted into my pussy. She churned it up as I loved my brother. It was incredible. Our bed rocked and groaned. Sarah whimpered into my pussy.

She loved my cunt.

Our brother fucked her hard. Fast. I could feel his strokes causing her body to shudder. Flesh smacked flesh. I broke the kiss with my brother, leaning back and undulating my hips and grinding from right to left on our sister’s hungry mouth.

“Oh, Rex, she’s devouring me!” I moaned.

“Good,” he grunted. “Damn, she is tight. She feels amazing about my dick!”

“Yes!” I gasped.

Sarah moaned into my pussy as she tongued me. I shuddered atop her, grinding my aching pussy into her cunt. This was so hot. I loved fucking my siblings. Then I groaned as Queenie sat up, her lips stained with breast milk.

Sharing this with her only made it better. Her hands roamed our bodies, aiding the three of us as we made love. I groaned as she stroked my ass, squeezing my rump. Her large breasts brushed my arm, her nipples hard.

“That’s it,” cooed Queenie. “Love your sister.”

“You are such a wonderful, supportive wife,” Rex groaned.

Queenie blushed and beamed in delight.

Rex’s balls slapped into Sarah’s flesh as he pounded her, the bed creaking in rhythm. Sarah moaned into my pussy, her tongue burrowing deeper, exploring my sheath. The pleasure swelled inside me, building thanks to her loving tongue. She moved through my folds, her fingers exploring, spreading me apart.

She found my clit.

“Yes!” I gasped as the pleasure surged fast through me.

Sarah nursed on my clit. I couldn’t last long. Not with her sweet milk in my stomach and Queenie’s hand roaming my body. I arched my back, the pressure swelling and swelling. Sarah sucked hard on my clit while moaning her delight.

My orgasm burst through my body.

I writhed on her mouth. Juices poured into her hungry mouth. Sarah drank them all down, moaning her delight. The pleasure rushed through me. I shuddered and bucked hard, my mind drowning in bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, grinding my cunt on her.

The rapture drowned my body. My back arched, my entire body bursting with pleasure. I spasmed hard. So hard I fell off my sister’s face and tumbled into Queenie’s arms. She carried me down to the bed while I whimpered, my orgasm peaking in me.

As I came down from my orgasmic high, Queenie hugged me, her pillowy tits pressed into my back as we watched my siblings make love. It was such a beautiful sight. Rex’s muscular, brown body leaned over Sarah, his hands roaming her pale flesh as he kissed her. His tongue tasted my juices staining her lips as they kissed.

Sarah bucked beneath him, her legs and arms wrapping around him. She worked her hips. Their flesh came together again and again. They were uniting. It was so naughty. I was breathless with anticipation of their climax.

“Cum in her,” I groaned. “Our sister needs it.”

“Yes, she does,” Queenie moaned, humping her wet pussy into my ass.

Rex and Sarah writhed together, working towards their orgasm. I was in awe. It was like watching Rex make love to Queenie. I touched my siblings’ bodies, wanting to share in this moment with them.

Sarah gasped and moaned first. She bucked. Then I heard the familiar gasps and moans of my brother. I knew that he was cumming in her. He was flooding her pussy with his incestuous spunk. I smiled as I watched them share their passion for each other.

It was such a beautiful sight to witness.

* * *

Sarah Goldman

I smiled as I drifted off to sleep. I had no idea what the future held. But I had a family again. I savored the warmth of Rex’s and Reina’s bodies as they held me. I didn’t have to live in fear. I didn’t have to dwell in darkness.

I didn’t have to be cursed for being Mark Glassner’s daughter.

* * *

The Preacher

You shall scourge that demon who dares speak in my name!

“Yes, Holy Saint!” I gasped as I shuddered in ecstasy on the ground. I was outside of Redding, driven out by my flock thanks to that demon cunt.

The vision had fallen on me. My body trembled in ecstasy, my mouth foaming as the power of Saint Chasity filled me. She stood before me, shining with her brilliant light, as beautiful as the storm. Her heart was golden, beating in her breast. The Sacred Heart of Chasity.

They are heading north. In Oregon, you still have friends. The faithful will still listen to your words.

“Yes! Praise your holy name, Saint Chasity! I shall bring word that the Children of the Tyrant and a demon walk the earth. The Holy Liberation Army of Oregon shall rally behind me! We shall bring their might down upon them and smite them with the Lord’s fury!”

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