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April 9th, 2027 – Pam Elliston

My eyes drifted around the new neighbors’ house. I’d been inside of it before, but that was years ago before the last owners, the Austins, had moved out and headed for Phoenix. The house had been on the market for months then suddenly it had been sold. Now, a new couple had moved in.

A couple that looked so much alike.

Catherine and Isaac Nicholson were a young couple. She was in her early twenties, he in his late. They both had black hair, hers in a ponytail, and were fit. They were tall, Issac four or five inches than Catherine. She had a heart-shaped face while his was square and blunt, but there were similarities in the cheekbones, noses, and the ears. Both had attached lobes.

They looked related.

Catherine didn’t wear a wedding ring. Neither did her husband.

“We just hope you fit in with our neighborhood,” my half-sister and wife said. Melody had a big smile on her lips, her sandy-blonde hair falling down around her shoulders. “We’re a very close neighborhood.”

“My husband and his family have lived on this block all their lives,” I added, looking around.

“We have,” Melody said, glancing at the boxes.

“Oh, wow,” said Catherine. “Are you two sister-in-laws.”

“Cousins-in-laws,” Melody said and then frowned. “Is that even a thing?”

“Not sure,” I said and smiled. “My mother-in-law and her sister owned houses side-by-side. Their children grew up close.”

A smile played on Melody’s lips. “That’s an understatement.” Melody rolled her shoulders. “So, how long have you and Issac been married?”

Isaac, who was hovering nearby, said, “We’re not married.”

“Yet?” I asked, wanting to see how they would react. I was a therapist. I paid attention to people.

“Oh, no, we’re never getting married,” said Catherine. She glanced at Isaac. “I mean, we’re not even dating.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that would be a little weird.”

This caught my curiosity. “Not dating? Yet you’re buying a house together.? Strange for roommates unless… One of you is just renting a room?”

“We’re brother and sister,” Catherine said. “You know, investing in the house together. The world is just so crazy. We found it’s better to take care of each other. Does that seem weird?”

“No, no, not really,” I said, fighting my smile. Melody glanced at me and she looked like she would melt with excitement.

“I think it’s great that you’re close to your brother,” Melody said. “We’re big believers in families sharing and caring for each other. I still live with mine. It’s the perfect place to raise my daughter.”

“Oh,” Isaac said, glancing down at her hand. “What does your husband think about you living with your family.”

She smiled at them. “I’m not married. Not legally.” She held up her hand. “This is more for show. Like a religious thing.”

I held up mine. “See, they match.” I put my hand, my skin as pale but with that dusky Asian hue to it. “Her spiritual husband is my legal husband. So I think he doesn’t have a problem living with his family.”

“Oh, wow,” Catherine said. “You and her share the same guy. Isn’t that a bit…”

“It can cause some friction,” I admitted. “Sometimes, but mostly we get along fine. It helps that we’re spiritually married to each other.”

“Yeah, being bi is a big help when sharing a man.” Melody took my hand and squeezed it. She leaned in and kissed me. They had no idea we were sisters. The blatant incest turned me on.

When we finished, Isaac had a shit-eating grin on his face. I smiled at him. “You and your sister have to come over for dinner. Say, tomorrow. Get to know our family and Clint, our husband. I think you are just perfect for our neighborhood. You’re not the only siblings that understand the value of a close family.”

Catherine glanced at her brother. She looked like she wanted to say something. She squirmed, her cheeks red. Her brother moved up beside her. He put a hesitant hand on her shoulder like he wanted to share an intimacy with her but was nervous. They hadn’t ever crossed that line, but the thoughts were certainly there.

How could it not be there when they both were young and attractive?

I would help their incest blossom.

“Dinner tomorrow would be perfect,” said Isaac, a big grin crossing his face. He looked eager.

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April 6th, 2025 – Delilah Midgley

Ian was passed out drunk again.

My son’s drinking was getting too much. It tended to be on Friday. I had no idea why he didn’t go out and meet a girl instead of coming home and drinking himself unconscious. He was such a handsome boy.

Strong. Working construction put muscles on him. Made my pussy wet. I should be harping on him more to stop drinking, but…

My purse fell out of my hand. When he was passed out, I could indulge in my sick and twisted desires for his cock. I was such a naughty mother. I drifted to him, my pussy soaking my panties. I didn’t hesitate any longer. There was no point. I couldn’t defeat my lusts.

I fell to my knees, brushing a can. My hands attacked his belt. I opened it, his cock looking already half-hard. He was young and virile. One night, I sucked him off three times in an hour, masturbating frantically between each time. He slept undisturbed, snoring away.

I unsnapped his jeans and pul—

“Mom,” Ian muttered.

I yanked my hands away, a surge of fear shot through me as I saw his eyes opening. He groaned and sat up, his belt flopping open. My heart pounded as this sick writhe rippled through me. I was moments from pulling out his cock and sucking at him.

I bolted to my feet, my shame burning through me. “Ian! You’re drunk! Again!” The words burst out of my throat before I could stop myself. I was such a terrible mother. I had to stop this. He almost caught me. “You have to stop!”

“Mom?” he mumbled and ran a hand through his face. “What?”

“Your damned drinking,” I snarled. That was why I was turning into an incest-obsessed freak. He kept giving me the opportunity to do it, It was all his fault. “I’m tired of it! I’ve told you it had to stop.”

“Just a few beers,” he muttered, his hand reaching for the twenty-four pack of Budweiser he’d bought. He shoved his hand in for one.

“Stop that!” I snarled and snatched the can out of his hand. This had to end. I couldn’t keep molesting my son. It was wrong. “I’m not going to let you drink on my couch. In my apartment. You’re an adult now, Ian! You have to start taking responsibility for yourself.”

“Huh?” he asked, leaning back.

“You can’t live here any longer!” The words exploded out of me before I could stop myself. I didn’t want to say them. His cock… I wanted his cock… But what sort of sick and twisted mother did that? “You have a job! You’re making money! If you want to get drunk, do it in your place! I’m tired of coming home to beer cans all over my living room.”

To your beautiful, amazing, hard cock ready for me to suck…

“Fine,” he muttered and stood up, swaying. His pants fell down.

His cock filled his boxers. I wanted him. I could just fall to my knees and love him. They bent, weakened.

“Don’t have to put up with this crap,” he muttered and yanked them back up. “Going over to Mark’s.” He fumbled with his belt and staggered to the door. “He’ll let me drink.”

“Good!” I shouted even as inside me I wanted to beg him to stay. I could take him to my bedroom. Let him sleep off his drunk and enjoy his body. I could kiss him everywhere. Play with his cock. Go all the way with him. “Get out of my apartment! Take your damn beers! I’m done!”

He grabbed his beers and stumbled to the door. “Fucking move out. Tired of living here. I’m a fucking man.”

“That’s right!” A big, strong, sexy man. Why was I doing this? I wanted him to stay. I wanted to be a sick and depraved mother.

My guilt rippled through me. It soured my stomach. He slammed the door behind him. My knees gave out. I sank down on the couch and pressed my face into my hands. I had to do that. I couldn’t keep molesting him. It wasn’t right. What I did was wrong. I needed help. I needed to stay away from temptation.

From my son. This was for the best. He was a man. He needed to find a girl his age. Not his mother nursing on his cock like a sex-mad whore. Then I could move on. Maybe meet a guy my age. Stop being obsessed with my son.

Over that big and beautiful cock. The cock I made.

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June 17th, 2025 – Cruzita Martínez

I loved coming to the Lady’s Touch massage parlor with my daughter. As far as I knew, she was straight outside of here. She had dated a few guys while attending UC Davis, the nearest of the many University of California campuses.

But every Saturday, we had our mother-daughter massage time. She didn’t know that while she was blindfolded by Carmelita, I snuck in to finish her off. After Carmelita massaged her gorgeous body, coating her in tanning lotion, I climbed between her thighs and ate her out.

It was such a rush devouring her pussy. For the last two years, I’ve been doing this. I knew it was wrong, but her pussy tasted so delicious. Juana and Carmelita Campo, the owners of the massage parlor along with another lesbian couple, had introduced me to incest. The sisters were lovers themselves.

“Oh, Carmelita, yes, eat me,” my daughter moaned. Laurita looked so delicious. She had a shaved pussy, her spicy musk filling my nose. Her small breasts quivered, gleaming in the massage oil. She wore a thick sleeping mask on, covering her eyes. “Devour me.”

“Gladly, pretty girl,” purred Carmelita. She was behind me. “You’re going to cum so hard.”

“Best part of coming here,” moaned Laurita. “My current boyfriend just can’t eat pussy as good as you can.”

I shuddered. My pussy clenched. I lowered my face to her shaved twat, my hands stroking her thighs. Behind me, my masseuse, Juana, grabbed my rump. She squeezed and kneaded it while nuzzling her face into my pussy. I felt my pubic hairs shifting moments before her lips found my cunt.

Her tongue flicked out, sliding through my folds. I moaned and then kissed my daughter’s twat. Her spicy juices soaked my lips. My tongue flicked out and slid through her folds. Laurita whimpered. Her body shuddered, her hands grabbing her oiled titties.

“Mmm, that’s it, pretty woman,” my daughter groaned. “Ooh, you’re just such a lezzie slut. I love it when you eat me out.”

So did I.

I felt so close to my daughter. My lips smooched over her pussy, kissing her puffy vulva and tight slit. It was such an intimate delight to feast on her snatch. My ex-husband and I had created her. I’d carried her in my womb for nine months. We were as close as two people could be. It felt so right to share this with her.

I just wanted the courage to tell her the truth.

My tongue flicked out and darted through her folds. I parted them while Juana’s tongue fluttered up and down my slit. I groaned in pleasure, wiggling my hips from side to side. It felt so good to be eaten out while I devoured my daughter.

My tongue slid around Laurita’s clit. She gasped, her back arching. Her fingers slid up her firm, small breasts to grab her dark-brown nipples. She moaned, her face twisting. She was a Latina beauty like me, looking so similar to how I did at her age.

“Oh, yes, yes, that tongue!” She twisted her nipples, stretched them out for a moment, and then her oily fingers popped right off. She shuddered and squirmed on the massage bed, her thighs squeezing about my head. “Yes, yes, play with my clit!”

I purred in delight and fluttered my tongue over her clit. Juana had her tongue probing into my pussy while receiving delights from her sister-slave. Carmelita, though older than Juana, was the sub in their relationship. Juana dommed her, ordered her around. It was so kinky.

Like sucking on my daughter’s clit.

“Yes, yes, that’s delicious!” groaned my daughter. “Ooh, nurse on my bud, you naughty lesbian!”

I sucked hard on her bud, loving the feel of her clit between my lips. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my orgasm building as Juana fucked her tongue in and out of my cunt. She probed inside of me while my daughter’s spicy juices coated my lips.

My tongue swirled around her clit and then I kissed down her slit. I thrust my tongue to the depths in her cunt. It was incredible to feel her snatch around my tongue. I fucked it in and out of her. I probed through her. She groaned, squeezing her twat around my probing appendage.

“Yes, yes, tongue-fuck my cunt and make me cum!” my beautiful daughter moaned.

She had no idea that my tongue explored around in her cunt. That my hands stroked her thighs. I slid one around her leg and reached over her pubic mound. I crossed the fiery heart she had tattooed on her lift hip. My hand reached lower and lower, crossing her shaved pudenda.

I found her clit. I stroked it.

She gasped out in delight. She bucked and shuddered. Her pussy clenched about my tongue. She whimpered and groaned. Her moans echoed through the room. She ground her snatch on my hungry mouth. I licked her. Fluttered my tongue in fast circles inside her snatch. Her juices soaked my fingers as they danced on her bud. More coated my lips, feeling incredible as they dribbled down to my chin.

She tasted incredible.

My tongue swirled around inside of her snatch. I reveled in the flavor of her juices soaking my tongue. Her spicy cream soaked my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of them. I massaged her clit. My daughter’s moans grew louder and louder.

She was about to cum.

I was about to make my daughter explode.

My pussy clenched on Juana’s tongue. My orgasm built and built from her naughty caresses. Her finger sank into my butt-crack. She found my asshole and thrust two digits into my backdoor. My velvety bowels clenched around them, the heat melting down to my cunt.

My daughter trembled. She massaged her titties, moaning, her head tossing back and forth. My tongue wiggled deep into her hot cunt. I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger, loving the feel of her little pearl.

She had such a tasty clam.

“Yes, yes, yes, you naughty lesbian slut!” she moaned. “Mother of God, yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my tongue. Her spicy juices gushed into my mouth.

I made my daughter cum. I joined her.

Juana licked at my climaxing cunt. Waves of pleasure washed through my body while my cream flooded out of my twat. My asshole spasmed around her probing fingers. I licked and lapped up my daughter’s spicy delight as she bucked on the bed. Her oiled tits heaved. Her moans echoed through the room.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, thrashing in the midst of her orgasm. Her hand shot up to her face.

She ripped off her mask.

I froze in the midst of my orgasm surging through me as she shot her gaze down. A huge smile crossed her lips while her pussy juices squirted out of her cunt again. She bucked and shuddered as she howled out, “I knew it!”

Juana kept devouring my pussy, licking up my cream as my orgasm intensified. My daughter caught me red-handed eating her pussy and stared down at me with feverish heat. She sat up on her elbows, her thighs holding me tight.

“I knew you were eating my pussy while I was blindfolded, Mom! Ooh, you’re such a naughty lesbian. I love it.”

I shuddered in shock and then I crawled up her body, my asshole sliding off of Juana’s fingers. My breasts swayed. She stretched out on her back, her brown eyes staring up at me. Her pussy cream dripped down my chin.

“When did you…?”

“Two months,” she said. “I was kinda scared to rip off my blindfold. When I started thinking it, I thought that couldn’t be it, but you always had this knowing smile when you looked at me. Like you’d done something to me.”

“You’re not mad?”

She cupped my face. “I should be, but it’s so hot. My mother eats my pussy.”

“I can’t help it. My little mermaid is such a cutie.”

She pulled my face down to hers. I kissed her, pressing my body into hers. In the background, Juana cried out in orgasmic bliss. My boobs rubbed into my daughter’s oiled tits. Our tongues danced together, her spicy cream seasoning our incestuous kiss.

This rush of delight rippled through me as I ground on her. She trembled beneath me, her hands stroking my body. My heart reveled in the thrill of kissing her. My tongue danced through her mouth. It swirled and fluttered around in her oral cavity.

Incest was amazing. I was so glad that I could share it with my daughter. To love her and revel in her beauty. I knew we were going to have even wilder times. Couples massages sounded so exciting here. My friend, Olivia, and her daughter thoroughly enjoyed them.

I knew this was illegal, but I didn’t care. I loved my Laurita too much to care about what society thought. Her pussy tasted too good to give up.

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August 23rd, 2025 – Elmer Bennett

The heat rippled through the house. It was a scorcher. The California sun sizzling outside. I headed upstairs, wanting to take a nap. A siesta. The Mexicans had the right idea with that one. Why be active when you were broiling? The AC didn’t seem to be doing a damned thing against it.

I rubbed my hand across my mouth, my goatee rubbing into my palm. I yawned into it and reached the second-floor landing. I took two steps forward when I heard a whimpering sound. Moaning. Feminine sounds.

My cheeks perked up in a moment. My wife wasn’t at home. Besides, she wouldn’t be making sounds like that if I wasn’t around. I rolled my shoulders as I crept forward. The floor creaked beneath me, but that didn’t make the sound stop. Was my daughter Candy watching a movie or something? Was it the love scene?

Her bed creaked as she shifted around. Her door was cracked open. Our house was older, built in the post-war boom. The thick carpeting on the floor combined with the old doors meant if you didn’t shut them firmly they could pop open at random. And if you didn’t hear it…

I reached her door. The sounds had to be something she was watching because…

I peered through the crack and my jaw dropped. My daughter lay on her bed, her jean shorts and panties hanging from her right ankle as that leg dangled off the side of the bed. Her garments swayed back and forth. Her hand was rubbing at her fourteen-year-old pussy, her black pubic hair spilling around her fingers as they slid up and down her twat. Her tank top was shoved up to expose a pair of round, perky breasts. She groped one, whimpering.

Holy shit. My daughter was masturbating.

My cock went hard in a flash. My breathing grew heavier and heavier. I stood transfixed by the sight of her fingers sliding up and down her twat. I could make out her folds. See her glistening juices. She was wet. Building towards her climax.

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, her voice throaty with delight.

My hands flexed and relaxed. My chest rose and fell. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She was my baby girl. She couldn’t be masturbating. Blood rushed hot through my veins. Her tits were so perky. Like her mother’s had been.

Candy rubbed at the top of her pussy. Her clit. Her leg spasmed. Her jean shorts fell off her foot but her dainty, pink panties swung from her ankle. Her toes curled. She pinched a nipple, moaning louder and louder.

Holy fucking shit. She was about to cum. I was watching my daughter’s impending orgasm.

I rubbed sweaty hands across my tight t-shirt. It was dark blue, one of my old work t-shirts with the Sacramento Fire Department’s logo on the front. I swallowed as her body trembled. Her moans grew throatier and throatier.

Her body spasmed.

My dick throbbed.

Pressure squeezed around my chest as I watched her body trembling through her orgasm. Her underage breasts jiggled. Her moans echoed. She gasped and shuddered. A spurt of juices splashed around her hand. She squirted.

I breathed in and caught a hint of sweet pussy. A scent similar to her mother’s. My dick begged to be taken out. Stroked. Pleasured. My daughter’s hand fell from her pussy, giving me a clear shot of her slit peeking through her black bush.

“Oh, oh,” she groaned.

Shit. I couldn’t let her know I’d just watched her masturbate. I crept back from the sight, my heart pounding with hot blood through my veins. Sweat poured down my face. I reached the stairs and went down them as stealthily as I could, my hardon tenting the front of my jeans.

I hit the couch and turned it on. I went to the CNN streaming app and selected it from the others. It loaded while I sank down on the couch, panting. My cock was so fucking hard. I wanted to just stroke one out. My wife should be home soon.

Could I convince her to have a quickie?

“We’re joined today by Clint Elliston and his wife Pam and their girlfriend Melody,” the host, Tug Carson, said as the live CNN feed streamed to my TV.

The words spilled over me as the sight of my daughter’s pussy seared in my mind.

“Clint believes that he should have every right to also marry Melody,” Tug continued. “He’s lobbying for the State of California to recognize bigamy in the same way gay marriage was recognized a decade ago. He plans on suing the State to force the courts to intervene.”

“Well, why should the government have a problem with me being married to more than one woman?” asked Clint.

“Well, the point of marriage is to create a stable environment for the raising of children,” Tug said.

“That wasn’t the argument ever used in gay marriage,” said Clint. “It was all about love. And the right to have the same freedom to marry as a heterosexual couple.”

“A right you exercised when you married Pam.”

“He did,” the Japanese woman sitting beside the dark-haired, young man said. I’d heard about Clint. My coworkers at the fire station were buzzing about him. For the last year or so, he’d been talking about getting bigamy legalized. “But I’m a bisexual woman. Why can’t I be married to a man and a woman? It’s not just Clint that wants to have two spouses.”

“Two spouses?” Candy’s voice drifted through the room.

I glanced up to see my flushed-face daughter appear. She had inherited my black hair. The locks fell down around her round face. Her mother’s face save for my bold nose. She wore those jean shorts I saw dangling from her ankle and had pulled down her tank top. She wore no bra, her fourteen-year-old breasts jiggling freely as she scampered past to sit down beside me.

“That sounds wild,” my daughter said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“So this isn’t a Mormon thing?” Tug said and chuckled.

“Not at all,” Clint said. He had his wife on his right and his blonde girlfriend on his left. Both women wore dresses that left their toned legs bare, thighs crossed. They both had wedding rings on, I noticed. “Nothing religious about love. And I love them both. We’ve been dating since high school. We live together, but every year, Melody has to mark single on her taxes. Why does the government get to approve some relationships and not others?”

My daughter giggled, her legs stretched out towards me, her round breasts looking so perky. Flashes of her masturbating danced through my head. “Mom wouldn’t let you marry your girlfriend.”

“She wouldn’t let me have a girlfriend,” I said, her feet so close. She had on pink toenail polish. It was hard not to look up her legs to where her jean shorts clung to her crotch. When had she grown up?

“And is that the reason you believe incest should also be legalized,” Tug Carson said.

My daughter gasped. “What? Incest?”

“Why not?” Clint asked. His hand rested on the blonde’s thigh. “Melody is my first cousin. Now in California, we can legally get married and have children, but in other states, we’d be breaking the law by having a sexual relationship. Some states would let us have sex but wouldn’t let us marry. We’re both adults. Both consenting. What’s the harm if I wanted to marry one of my sisters if they agreed?”

“Or if I had a brother I wanted to marry,” Melody added. “Or even my mother. Love is love.”

“You should be free to love who you want,” said Clint.

I swallowed, my daughter’s feet rubbing against my thigh as she squirmed to pull out her phone from her pocket. She stared at it while her fingers typed rapidly. I swallowed, my thoughts were full of her masturbating. At how beautiful it was to watch her rub at her twat.

How amazing it would be to love her…

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Delilah Midgley

“You should be free to love who you want,” Clint said.

I trembled on my couch as he said those words. Tears filled my eyes. I hadn’t seen my son, Ian, since I kicked him out. I wanted to love him. I did. My body shook as I leaned back. Clint’s words were so powerful. So were Melody’s and Pam’s. They were so passionate about letting people have the freedom to love who they wanted.

“And what about pregnancies?” asked Tug Carson.

“Birth control,” said Pam. “And just because your related doesn’t mean your children will have problems. You can have yourself tested for bad genes that might cause issues. Make informed decision if you want to bring in a child.”

“Our daughter is healthy,” Melody said, smiling at the camera. “No defects.”

The tears fell down my face. I turned off the TV. I wanted Ian so much. I missed him every day. I drove him away because I was terrible, but… but… I wanted to love him. Through blurry vision, I found my phone. Found his number.

My thumb hovered over it, wanting to call him. To beg him to come home so I could love him. Confess to him what I’d done and how I wanted to do more with my strapping son.

I swallowed. He’d be horrified that I’d molested him while he was passed out drunk. Why would he want his mother? He probably had young girls that wanted him. He was so handsome. So strong. My hand shook, my stomach twisting and writhing.

I shoved my phone back into my purse. He’d just hate me more if I told him. He’d learn what a terrible person his mother was. I laid down on my side. My breasts piled together. My hips wiggled from side to side.

Why couldn’t I find the courage to love my son? To have Clint’s confidence to talk about it to the entire nation.

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April 9th, 2027 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston III

“That’s why you got to show your work, Hikaru,” I said. “So we can know where you got your answer wrong.”

“But it’s so boring writing all of that out, Dad,” Hikaru said. She was ten like her sister Christie. They were growing up so fast. I couldn’t believe it had been over a decade since I started loving her mother. Both their mothers.

“You probably forgot to carry the two here,” Christie said. She shoved her work over. They were close, born only an hour apart. The same age. They were my first two children. “See.”

“I did?” Hikaru said. She had the glossy-black hair of her mother, her face not nearly as Japanese, but with that pale-olive hue. Christie’s hair was a vibrant brown. It had been blonde when she was younger but it had darkened as she grew up.

Melody remained the only natural blonde in the family.

I was sitting in my daughters’ room. It was a few hours after my naughty fun with my little sister Alicia. Now I was helping my two daughters on their math homework. I tried to do parenting with all my children a few times a week. It was difficult with so many of them. Of course, Christie and Hikaru were getting to the age where they could start taking care of the younger children, being big sisters to them.

The door opened and their mothers walked in, Melody hugging Pam from behind. They looked excited.

“Well?” I asked as Hikaru began going through her math work with Christie who whispered advice and help.

“They’re brother and sister,” Melody said. “Not married at all but not faking it.”

“Oh, they’ll be faking that they’re married once I’m done with them,” Pam said, a big smile on her face. “They’re perfect.”

“Yes, they are,” Melody purred, peering over Pam’s shoulder. “They’re coming over for dinner tomorrow. We can start easing them into our lifestyle. Oh, they’ll have such beautiful babies. They’re both cute.”

I glanced at Melody.

She gave me an innocent grin back. She was in a playful mood.

“Can you help your sister with the rest, Christie?” I asked, giving her a kiss on the head.

“Yeah, Dad,” she said. “Are you, mommy, and mommy Pam going to be doing sex stuff?”

“What do you know about sex stuff?” I asked her. “Has your Grandma Vicky been teaching that?” Vicky had retired a few years ago from teaching college. She with my mother homeschooled our children. It was easier than risking them blabbing in public school. My children from the Campo sisters and from the three Mihara women were also taught by them.

“She started teaching Christie and me health,” said Hikaru, her nose wrinkling. “Boys thingies look funny.”

“Does yours look like that, Dad.”

“You won’t think it looks funny in a few more years,” Melody said. “Now, we’re going to go do sex stuff. You two get your homework done or there’ll be no dessert for either of you.”

Christie rolled her eyes. I’d never seen her do that before. They were getting older. About to be preteens. What would it be like when they were hormonal teenagers?

Pam and Melody pulled me out of the room and then both slipped their arms around mine as we descended down the stairs from the attic room. We were heading to our bedroom, my wives both giggling like they were a decade younger, schoolgirls again.

They were excited.

The moment we were in my bedroom, they started ripping off their clothing. Pam’s blouse came off, her round tits heaving in her bra. Her black hair danced about her round face. She grinned at me, her slanted eyes sparkling.

“Our new neighbors are perfect to seduce into incest,” Pam moaned. “I’ll butter them up. Get them to admit their desires, then we’ll let them know about us. Let them know how beautiful it can be.”

“You are a master at it,” I said. How many women had Pam seduced into incest through her practice? We’d made a number of naughty videos that she used, roleplay scenarios with my mother or sisters. Alicia had played my daughter in one that had been so hot.

Plus, Pam invited me over to have sex with a few of them. There was one girl who’d been fighting with her mother… That had been a fun romp. Now she loved both her mother, father, and brother, the family bonded tight together.

“You’re an incest Picasso, Pam,” Melody said. She unfastened her bra, her tits spilling out. “Mmm, the way you lead people on. You’d make a great trial lawyer. I’d bet you’d trip people up on the stand and get them to admit to a bunch of crazy stuff.”

Pam wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know how you two stand all that legal crap. It makes my head throb.”

I shrugged. “It’s the best way to get incest and bigamy legalized. Another month, and we’ll be dropping the lawsuit. Start getting the courts involved.” I grinned. “We’re in the Ninth District. The most liberal appellate circuit in the country. If we can’t get it done here, it’s impossible.”

“Yes, yes, we’re going let the entire country know about the joys of incest!” Melody moaned as she wiggled out of her shorts and panties in one go. Her shaved pussy appeared, cuntlips thick and gleaming with cream. “Look at how wet I am. I’m just picturing that brother and sister over there thinking about each other, wanting to get wild. To bang.”

“Yes!” gasped Pam. “Like reading those fan letters we get.”

“I think Alicia masturbates as she goes through them,” I said. “I swear, some of those printouts she gives me to read have pussy juices stains on them.” When Alicia wasn’t pretending to be naughty, little girl, she was my secretary. She handled all the requests for guest appearances on news shows. She was turning into quite the PR champion.

Everyone in the family worked, whether it was Zoey and Stefani as masseuses down at the Lady Touch Massage Parlor or Lee as their receptionist, to Mrs. Hiragawa running her pharmacy, or Melody with her job at a high-powered law firm, we brought in the bucks. I worked for Elisabet Reenburg along with her son, Sean. We would change the world from that law office.

“Should we call someone up?” asked Pam as she pulled Melody onto the bed. “Someone to spice things up.”

I grinned as I watched my half-sisters writhing together. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent a text message. The two shuddered and shivered, staring at me with eager delight. They started tribbing each other as they wondered who I texted.

A soft knock rapped on the door then it opened and Pam’s mother swept in. Mrs. Hiragawa was a mature and sensual version of Pam. The older Japanese woman, one of my father’s old lovers, pulled off the simple sundress she wore to reveal her S&M wear beneath. A corset lifted her round breasts into two lush mounds while leaving her shaved twat exposed. She adjusted the glasses perched on her nose as she fell to her knees before me and unzipped my shorts.

“Master,” she purred and drew them down. “What do you require of me?”

“Get our man ready to fuck us!” moaned Pam. “I want him hard and ready to fuck our cunts, Mommy-slut!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mrs. Hiragawa purred, eager to obey her daughter.

“Yes,” Melody moaned, rolling on top of Pam. Her shaved pussy rubbed into Pam’s trimmed bush. Their hips wiggled together, the pair tribbing each other.

I ripped off my t-shirt as Mrs. Hiragawa sucked my cock into her mouth. She stared up at me with such hunger in her slanted eyes. She had darker-olive skin than her daughter, who was half-Caucasian even if she didn’t look it. Mrs. Hiragawa bobbed her head, sucking hard on my dick.

My cock throbbed in her mouth. I loved the feel of her lips sliding up and down me as I stared at my half-sisters—my sexy wives—grinding together. I would make bigamy legal. And incest. I would marry all the women in my harem. My sex slaves. Zoey and Stefani. My little princess.

My daughters when they were old enough. The ones who didn’t want to marry one of their brothers, that was. I had to leave my sons some incestuous pussy to enjoy.

I studied Pam’s pussy and Melody’s. They were both off birth control. Ever since last December, Pam had wanted another child. I think we were ready to handle a second round of children being born.

Once it started, all my women would want to have another one of my children. So it would be another burst of babies all over the house. At least older children could help.

My dick throbbed in Mrs. Hiragawa’s mouth. She slid up and down my shaft, sucking hard. Melody’s ass flexed. She wiggled her hips, grinding her clit into Pam’s furred muff. They both moaned, both so excited.

“We’re going to seduce them into incest!” moaned Pam. “They’re going to be so hot when they bang.”

“They’re going to make babies!” panted Melody. “Incest babies! Those are just the cutest!”

Mrs. Hiragawa moaned around my cock, sucking hard like she agreed. Her tongue danced over my crown. I groaned, my hand sliding through her hair. I gripped her head, savoring how her mouth worked up and down my cock. She sucked and bobbed with hunger.

I would fire so much jizz into her mouth.

“Come breed us, bro!” moaned Melody. “You got to be ready for our pussies.”

“Yes, yes, my mommy-slut has you fluffed and ready to fuck us hard!” moaned Pam. “Just slide into my cunt covered in my mother’s saliva.”

“Ooh, that’s hot!” gasped Melody. “If my mom was home, I’d have her do that. Next time she sucks your cock, Clint, you have to slam it into my pussy coated in her saliva. It’s like she’s indirectly eating out my cunt!”

I chuckled at that. I glanced down at Mrs. Hiragawa. She stared up at me with all that lust and passion in her eyes. I pulled out of her mouth, my cock sliding out coated in her saliva. A line connected us, a thin strip of spittle that snapped after a moment.

“Thank you, slave,” I said. “For your reward, find Lee and make her eat you to an orgasm. You may have up to three and pee in her mouth if you like. She’s not to masturbate at all.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned and grabbed her sundress. “Please, breed my daughter and your sister. I want to be a grandmother again.”

I winked at her.

I marched to the bed as she rose and dressed in the background. The two women I loved most writhed together, their cunts stacked on the other, just begging of me to fuck them both. To pump my cum into them both and breed them.

I mounted the bed, my saliva-soaked dick bobbing before me. The neighbors across the street sounded perfect. Everyone who lived on our block new the value of incest. Pam had helped several families comes to grip with their love for each other.

“Fuck us, bro!” moaned Melody, wiggling her hips. “Breed your sisters! You’re such a stud!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Pam. “Breed us.”

I thrust a pillow beneath Pam’s ass, lifting both their cunts. Then I aimed my cock at her black-furred muff. Dripping in her mother’s saliva, I rammed to the hilt in her twat. I pressed into her, my bush rubbing into Melody’s shaved twat. Her juices soaked my bush while Pam’s snatch squeezed around my cock.

I pumped my hips forward. I buried hard and deep into my sister-wife’s cunt. I thrust away at her, my cock burying hard and fast into her hot flesh over and over. The pleasure rippled through my body. I drank in the wonderful experience of burying my cock deep and hard into my sister’s pussy.

Then I ripped out, adjusted, and plunged into a different incestuous twat.

“Oh, yes, yes, fuck her cunt hard, brother!” Pam moaned as my balls smacked into her furred muff. “Breed her! Ram that dick into her! I love it when you fuck her!”

“So do I!” Melody moaned, squeezing her cunt around me. “Damn, stud, you’re turned on! You really want to breed us.”

“I do!” I groaned. “I want more daughters!”

“Yes, yes!” Pam gasped. “We’ll give you daughters! We love giving our brother daughters!”

“It’s just the best!” Melody groaned, her pussy squeezing around me. “I want you to kno—”

I ripped out of her cunt and she broke off into a moan of disappointment. But I had another sister to love.

I buried into Pam’s pussy. My bush smacked into Melody’s cunt while Pam’s hot depths welcomed me. Her silky twat squeezed around me as I pumped away at her snatch. I thrust hard and fast. I buried deep into her. Hard. I fucked her, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock.

Then I switched back to Melody’s pussy. She squealed in delight, her sandy-blonde hair dancing. She squirmed atop our sister-wife. Their moans echoed through the room. I plundered my sexy sister’s cunt.

Switched pussies.

Pam’s fingers scratched down Melody’s back. My Japanese sister moaned and gasped as I buried into her over and over. I fucked her with hard strokes. My cock plowed hard into her. Deep. I slammed into her fertile depths, her cunt squeezing around my cock.

I went back and forth between their snatches, reveling in the feel of both my sisters. Their pussy creams mixed together. It felt so right as I plowed into their cunts. I fucked them hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in them both, bringing us all closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped my Melody. “Breed us.”

“Fire that cum in us!” whimpered Pam.

“I’m going to knock you both up!” I growled, thrusting away hard and fast. “You’re going to be big and round with my daughters together!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Melody howled as I buried into her cunt.

She came.

Her pussy writhed and spasmed around my cock. Her flesh convulsed with wild delight. I groaned as I buried deep and hard into her cunt. My back arched. I stroked Melody’s hips as I savored her pussy sucking at my dick.

Then I ripped out of her. Juices bathed me from her cunt as I fucked into Pam. I pounded her hard, loving the feel of her cunt squeezing around me. She whimpered and moaned. Her fingers grabbed Melody’s ass, gripping those cheeks tight.

“Clint! Clint!” gasped Pam, her pussy growing hotter.

“Cum on my dick!” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, do it!” Melody hissed. “Milk his cock! He has to breed us!”

“Breed us!” Pam gasped and came.

Her pussy writhed around my cock. It was incredible to feel her spasming flesh. I thrust into her two more times then switched and buried back into Melody’s still climaxing cunt. My blonde half-sister squealed. She bucked atop Pam as I reamed her convulsing flesh.

Then I was back in Pam’s orgasming pussy. I groaned as she sucked at me. They both wanted my cum. My balls tightened. I buried to the hilt in Pam and ripped out, shifted up, and found heaven in Melody’s spasming pussy.

She sucked at me.

“Fuck, yes!” I snarled as I pumped my cum into her pussy.

But I didn’t stay in her. A few squirts of jizz for her and then my dick ripped out of their twats. I wanted to plaster both their pussies in my jizz and buried into Pam’s convulsing cunt. Her pussy milked out the last of my jizz, my sperm flooding their bodies.

“Knocking you both up!” I moaned. “Your daughters are going to come from the same load of jizz!”

“Special sisters!” gasped Melody. “Oh, yes, yes, I want to give you more daughters!”

“They’ll be so beautiful,” gasped Pam. “Oh, Clint, I love you. You and Melody and our whole family. And we’re going to teach Catherine and Issac this joy.”

“They’ll make such beautiful incest babies, too,” panted Melody.

“Yeah,” I panted, pulling out of Pam’s cunt. “We’re going to change the world. I can feel it.”

Things were going great. We were making progress, recruiting more and more people to our cause. More and more politicians were taking the plunge into incest. It wouldn’t be long now. A few more years, and I would openly love my women.

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Detective Nelson Tucker

My phone rang. I snatched it up and snapped my fingers to get Sunny’s attention. My partner sat up and wiped at her weary face. She grabbed her Styrofoam cup of shitty police coffee and took a sip as I answered it and put it on speaker.

“Hey, man, how’s moving going?” I asked, putting on a friendly tone.

“We’re moved in,” Isaac answered. “Just met the neighbors. Pam and Melody stopped by. Delivered us a casserole.”

“How thoughtful of them,” Sunny said.

“Catherine’s writing up the contact report. They went for it. The moment we admitted to being brother and sister, their eyes lit up. They looked like they won the lotto.” Isaac shook his head. “Creepy. They invited us over to meet their family. We’re having dinner with them tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” I said, grinning. This was it. There was no way Clint would be wiggling out of it. Not when he’d started to admit to all his crimes to my undercover officers. He was going down hard.

To be continued…

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