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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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Follow our Gods’ example. They shared Their love with Their siblings and parents. They demonstrated that the puritanical morality of the past had been shattered. Love whom you want, not whom society allows you to.

—First Missionaries 3:1-2

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

“Okay,” Missy nodded, answering Mary’s question. “I won’t tell anyone.” Her cheeks were beet-red as she stared at Fiona’s cum-filled pussy.

“Good,” Mary whispered.

She shoved her little sister out the door and rounded on me, hands on her hips. Even angry, she looked stunning in her black dress. It was tight, clinging to her curves, and low cut to show off her freckled cleavage. Black stockings covered her shapely legs, held up by a garter belt, the clasps just peaking out from beneath her skirt’s hem.

“You look great, Mare,” I grinned, trying to head off her anger.

“You’re supposed to behaving, Mark Glassner,” Mary hissed.

“Sorry, Mare,” I sheepishly said. “I got horny.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “When aren’t you horny, Mark?”

“Never,” I retorted with a grin. “I love that dress on you. So damned sexy.”

A smile cracked Mary’s face. “Well, have you got your horniness out of your system, or do I need to worry about you sneaking off during dinner to stick your dick up some slut’s ass?”

“I’ll be good,” I promised.

Mary smacked Fiona’s ass. “Wipe that cum up, get out there, and serve, slut.”

“Yes, Miss Mary!” squeaked Fiona.

Mary grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the bathroom to the living room.

“Mary!” Shannon exclaimed, hopping to her feet and rushing over to hug her younger sister. It seemed like a very close hug. Intimate. She held it longer than a sister probably should. Shannon’s hand rubbed Mary’s back, seemingly wanting to dip down and grab her ass.

Mary’s wish to have all women desire her was working on her sisters, especially Shannon.

Shannon, reluctantly, broke the hug and let their father move in.

“Hey, Dad,” Mary smiled as she hugged her father. It was a much more family appropriate hug.

Fiona walked in, her face flushed. Missy, perched on the couch next to Damien, gave me a knowing smile. But she didn’t say anything. Like Shannon, she would want to please Mary thanks to my fiancee’s wish.

“This is quite the house you have,” Sean said. “Last week, you were with that, um…”

“That asshole Mike?” Mary suggested. “Yeah. I kicked his cheating ass to the curb.”

“And you’re already engaged?”

Mary moved to me, slipping her arm around my waist. “He’s my soul mate, Dad. It was love at first sight.”

Sean nodded like he knew that experience, and his eyes grew sad. The poor guy. He was really hung up on Mary’s bitch of a mother. If I ever met her, I would see that she was punished.

We chatted for a few more minutes, and then Desiree stepped in and announced dinner was ready. We retired to the dining room, the table already set with fine china and sterling silver. Even the cloth napkins had been fancifully folded.

“Cute,” Missy giggled.

Damien nodded his head. He sat hunched over in his seat next to Missy.

Dinner was a delicious, multi-course affair beginning with a delicious potato soup, homemade of course, followed by an almond-topped salad. The main course was lemon-and-pepper-roasted squab stuffed with a delicious, bread stuffing. Creamy mashed potatoes were served on the side, covered in a savory gravy.

Wine flowed and soon everyone was laughing and having a good time. Sean was a entertaining guy, it turned out, loving to tell stories about all the stupidly funny things his students had done over the years.

Damien came out of his shell when when we discovered we both played Call of Duty. He was a nice kid once he got over his shyness. Missy sat next to him, nodding when Damien would say something, but she kept staring at me, that knowing smile on her face and a flush painting her cheeks red.

I knew I would be fucking her tight, young cunt tonight.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

Shannon’s eyes were locked on my cleavage. It was so exciting. Her hazel eyes gleamed with excitement as she drank in my freckled tits. I took deep breaths, letting my breasts swell in my tight bodice and leaned over to give her good looks every now and then.

My wish to have every woman lust after me had infected my older sister. My pussy itched between my thighs. This was so exciting. I kept shivering in delight as I sat beside Mark. Shannon was across from me, her boyfriend on the other side.

“George just had a promotion,” Shannon told me as something silky and delicate brushed my foot.

My eyes widened. My older sister was playing footsie with me.

“Ohh, how wonderful,” I purred, her stocking-clad foot sliding up and down my calf. The shivers shot straight to my burning pussy. “Congratulations, George.”

George nodded, glancing at my sister. They had been dating for a few years, ever since they met in college. “Yeah, lot of hard work. Your sister’s been very supportive.”

“Oh, well,” Shannon shrugged, her eyes still locked on my cleavage. “I’m just happy that you’re succeeding, dear.”

My sister’s foot slid higher. I shuddered, parting my thighs, curious at how far she would take it. I licked my lips as I stared at her large breasts heaving beneath her top. She was bigger than me and tonight I would wrap my hand around her tits and savor their juicy morsels.

“Mmm, this is delicious,” I purred as my sister’s foot pushed down my inner thigh. She scooted in her chair as she strained to reach farther with her toes. “It’s sending shivers through me.”

Shannon bit her lip. “Oh, yes,” she moaned in agreement. “So delicious. I’m discovering all sorts of new things tonight.”

I winked at my sister. “Trust me, you have no idea the things I plan on showing you.”

Her toe brushed my panties. I groaned, scooting my chair forward and slouching every so slightly. My dad talked with Mark as Shannon’s big toe pushed through the groove of my panties, brushing my clit. Pleasure trembled through me.

This was so exciting. No one knew what was going on. I let out a muffled sigh as I squirmed. Shannon licked her lips, slouching lower so she could press more and more of her foot against my panties.

My excited pussy soaked them.

My eyes fluttered for a moment as a wave of pleasure washed through me. Shannon rubbed harder. I grabbed my wine glass, sipping it as I fought against another moan. The alcohol burned down my throat as pleasure burned through my pussy.

I was about to cum.

“Mmm, so good,” I groaned. “I love this…wine.”

“Yes,” Shannon nodded, her eyes widening. She rubbed harder. My sister knew she was making me cum. “Delicious.”

“Yeah,” Mark nodded, glancing at me. His grin told me everything. He knew I was about to cum. “Just a delightful treat.”

My chair creaked as I spasmed. I let out a gasp as my pleasure burst inside me. Everyone looked at me as the rapture rippled through me. I sat up, pulling my pussy away from Shannon’s delicious foot as I fought to keep my body under control.

“Are you okay, Mary?” my dad asked, concern twisting his features.

“Yes,” I smiled. “Mmm, more than okay. This was a delicious dinner.”

“And it’s time for dessert, Miss Mary,” Desiree purred as she, Fiona, and Thamina began collecting the plates.

“I think I need to use the restroom,” I said, standing up.

“I’ll join you,” Shannon smiled.

“So, Mark, what’s it like to play poker for a living?” my dad asked.

I smirked as Mark spun some BS that I didn’t understand about turns and rivers. I was too horny to care. I walked out of the kitchen, my older sister following. When we were in the hallway, she took my hand and giggled, her cheeks as red as her hair.

“I…I can’t believe we did that,” Shannon gasped. “You soaked through your panties and my stockings.”

I pushed her against the hallway wall, my body pressed tight. “Mmm, you have no idea the things we’re doing tonight.”

“What has gotten into me?” Shannon whispered. She licked those ruby lips. Her breath was sweet wine. “I…I…”

“You’re realizing just who you really are,” I purred. “You’re not fighting the desires that you’ve always hidden in your heart. Tonight, I’ll show you just who you are.”

“Mary,” she whispered. “What happened to you? You’re so different. Where did that timid girl I’ve known all my life go?”

“I met a real man. Mark taught me to take what I want.” And I want you.

Shannon kissed me.

Her lips were soft. I savored my sister’s kiss. I moaned into it. Her arms went around me, pulling me close to her body. Our breasts pressed together. Our hips undulated. My tongue brushed her lips. She parted, letting me in.

I plunged myself into sisterly incest. It was such a wonderful moment.

Shannon trembled when I broke the kiss. “Tonight, Shannon, I’ll make you scream.”

“Why wait?” she moaned.

I smiled at her, “Because it’s time for dessert.”

* * *

Mark Glassner

When Mary came back, her hair was a little mused and her lipstick smudged. I stood up as she broke away from her sister. I gave Mary a hot kiss on the lips. Missy chortled.

“Shannon kissed me,” she whispered in my ear before she she broke our embrace to sit down at the table.

My cock throbbed as I pictured the sister’s lips meeting in a hot kiss. I knew that Shannon had somehow made Mary cum, probably with her foot, before they left the table. My cock throbbed. I needed relief so badly. I wanted to bend one of the sluts over the table. Or better yet, I wanted Missy. She would squeal with excitement when I fucked her from behind.

I hoped she was still a virgin, though the way Damien looked at her, I doubted it.

George kissed Shannon when she sat down. “You look flushed. What did you and your sister talk about?”

Shannon grinned. “Oh, you know, sisterly things.”

“Boys,” laughed Missy, her eyes flashing to me.

I winked back at her.

Desiree, Fiona, and Thamina brought out dessert. Desiree had made exquisite chocolate cake served with premium vanilla ice cream. The cake was moist and rich, with a central layer of dark, bitter chocolate that mixed perfectly with the ice cream.

“You are quite the cook,” Sean nodded to Desiree. “Thanks.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, sir,” Desiree purred in her sultry, Latina baroque. “I love to cook and serve my…Mr. Mark and Miss Mary. I am so glad they…hired me.”

“Me, too,” Missy beamed.

“Yeah,” Damien nodded, his eyes locked on Desiree’s cleavage.

Missy poked him in the side when she noticed him drooling, an eyebrow arched. Never mind that she had been drooling over me all evening long.

“I am stuffed,” Shannon sighed. “That was worth starving myself all day. But I’m going to have to spend an extra half hour at the gym to burn off that cake. But it was heavenly. Thank you, Desiree.”

“You’re welcome, Miss,” Desiree smiled. “Fiona, fetch another bottle of wine.”

As we drank the wine and talked over the remains of dessert, the conversation somehow turned to Sean regaling us about Mary’s security blanket. Mary’s face turned scarlet as her dad launched into the story.

I laughed and put my arm around Mary’s shoulders.

“Mr. Fuzzydown, was his name,” Sean grinned, a wineglass gripped in one hand, “and she carried it everywhere, tucked underneath her arm. When people asked her about it, she would say, ‘This is Mr. Fuzzydown, my butler.’ She had gotten it in her head that a butler protected people.”

“I was four, dad,” Mary blushed. “It was from some stupid movie I watched as a kid, I think.”

“She carried it around everywhere,” Sean continued.

Missy chortled and Mary squirmed.

“Oh, she was so cute,” Shannon grinned. “She would hold it to her chest as she raced about the house. She would even take it outside and climb the tree with it. I would tell her to come down, saying it’s dangerous, but she insisted Mr. Fuzzydown would protect her.”

Mary groaned and slid father down in her seat, trying to vanish.

“Please say you have pictures,” I grinned.

Mary glared at me. I smiled back.

“I think so,” Shannon said. “I’ll have to check.

“She was so attached to it,” her dad continued, his face animated. “She wouldn’t even let her mother or I wash it.”

Sean’s face fell, and Mary and her sisters grew silent at the mention of their bitch of a mother.

Sean cleared his throat, “Anyway, it’s getting late. Thank you for the lovely evening. It’s good seeing you, Mary.”

“Oh, it’s too early to go,” Mary pouted. “Mark has a surprise for you boys, and my sisters and I have some lady business to attend to.”

“What?” Missy asked, bouncing in her chair.

“Surprise?” Damien asked.

“If you want to find out, Missy, then come with me.” Mary smiled mysteriously at her little sister. She stood up and I winked at my fiancee. “Let’s go, ladies. This conversation isn’t for the boys.”

Shannon giggled and gave her boyfriend a kiss.

“Have fun,” George said.

Shannon nodded as she hurried after Mary. She was under my naughty filly’s power.

“Enjoy your surprise,” Missy squealed as she stood up.

Damien nodded, barely noticing as Missy scampered off after Mary and Shannon. He was staring at Desiree as she and the other two sluts cleared the table. My cock ached. It was time to have some fun. Mary wanted her father and her sisters’ boyfriends entertained while she seduced Shannon and Missy.

I couldn’t wait until it was my turn to fuck my mother and sister. Sunday night, Mary would help me seduce mom, and sometime next week, Antsy would be back from Florida.

“Why don’t we head to the living room so I can give you the surprise Mary arranged,” I said as I stood up. “Desiree, Fiona, Thamina.”

“Yes, Mr. Mark,” the three sluts purred. They stopped cleaning up and headed to the living room.

“Are they the surp…” Damien swallowed off. “I mean, what is the surprise?”

Sean rolled his eyes at the young man. I doubted he liked his youngest daughter was dating the young man. But Damien would be in for a treat. He had been panting after Desiree and her big tits all night. I had a feeling I knew which slut he would choose.

The four of us headed to the living room. Desiree, Fiona, and Thamina waited at one end, their hips shaking, their cheeks flushed. All three were eager for the fun tonight. Dinner was over, and it was time to get wild.

Upstairs, the bed creaked in the master bedroom.

“So, surprise?” Damien asked as he stared at Desiree.

“Right now, Mary and her sisters are making love,” I grinned. “I’ll be joining them in a little bit.”

All three stared at me as if I was speaking a foreign language.

“That’s not funny, man,” George said, some heat to his voice. “They wouldn’t be doing that. It’s gross. And there is no way you’re touching my Shannon.”

“My daughters aren’t…” Sean’s face tightened. “What’s wrong with you, Mark?”

“Yeah, that’s gross,” Damien said, a big grin on his face betraying his true feelings. I bet he was picturing the three sisters naked and writhing together. I liked Damien more and more. He was a pervert after my own heart.

I turned to the other two men. It was time to use my powers.

“It’s okay for Mary and I to have sex with Missy and Shannon,” I calmly told them. “You guy’s don’t mind at all. In fact, your happy that Mary and I get to fuck them.”

“Yeah,” Damien groaned. “It’s fucking hot.”

The anger melted out of Sean. “They are all grown up,” he reasoned. “They can enjoy themselves however they want.

“Since they’re having their fun, your girlfriends won’t mind if you guys get laid tonight, either.”

The sluts stripped naked. Damien gasped and even Sean sat up as their beauty was unveiled. Desiree had nut-brown skin and big breasts that swayed as she walked. Fiona’s breasts were nice sized, smaller than Desiree, and topped with red nipples. A landing strip of fiery hair led down to her pussy. Thamina still wore her headscarf, her dusky breasts were topped with dark nipples and a V of black hair pointed down to her cunt.

“Gentlemen, pick which slut you want to fuck. Mary wants you guys to enjoy tonight. Particularity you, Sean. She’s a very doting daughter.”

Sean nodded.

“Fuck,” Damien groaned in absolute delight.

To be continued…

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