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Chapter Five

Mrs. Madison Augustine

The vibrator buzzed away in my pussy while Zach’s cum leaked out of my asshole. My butt-cheeks burned from being flogged by him as I was tied over the spanking bench in Sable’s playroom. He wanted to ascertain my loyalty. That I would be his and not Charles’s.

His half-brother.

The son of the man who turned me from a faithful and loving wife to a whore who cuckolded my preacher husband every chance I could. My daughter wasn’t even my husband’s child, but that man. That hunk who had possessed me.

Just like Zach possessed me.

I would never betray Zach. I was his MILF-whore. His slut-wife. I would be loyal.

“Master,” I moaned and opened my mouth so I could swallow his dirty dick and polish him.

He thrust his cock into my mouth. I moaned at the earthy flavor of my ass coating his rod. My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored this flavor. I swirled my tongue around him, polishing him. He groaned as I did that. I was so glad to give him such bliss.

My cheeks hollowed as I suckled on his dick. I nursed on him with passion, buffing off the dirty flavor of my asshole. He groaned as I did that. My tongue flicked over his rod. I cleaned him as he stared down at me. So strong and hunky.

Just like his father.

I had been with Charles when I had spied on him for Zach. I never once felt lust for him. Well, no more than I did for any other man I had been around—I was a whore, after all. But with Zach… He was more intense than his father. He had claimed me heart and soul.

I could never betray him. I was his slut-wife. His MILF-whore. His mother-in-law and his lover. I would be whatever he needed of me. I suckled hard on him, loving that dick in my mouth. It was a beautiful thing to love his cock.

I suckled hard on him. I nursed with passion on his dick. He groaned, gripping the sides of my head. He slammed his dick to the back of my throat. I gurgled as he pushed against my gullet. He slipped down into my throat, burying to the hilt in me.

I moaned as his balls slapped my chin.

The sour flavor of my asshole swelled again.

“Mrs. Augustine!” he groaned.

I squealed in delight as he drew back his cock. I suckled on him with all that I had. He growled as he fucked my mouth. He pounded me with that dick. He thrust in and out of my mouth with all that he had. It was so good to have him do that. I loved it. I loved it so much. I was so glad for this.

So thankful.

He plunged to the hilt down my throat. He thrust deep and hard. I gurgled and groaned at the heat of this moment. His nuts slapped against my chin as he mouth-fucked me. He gripped the side of my head as drool spilled down my chin.

The sour flavor of my asshole faded. That wonderful taste dwindled. I shuddered as he fucked my mouth hard and fast. He buried into me with all that he had. It was so wild to have him do that. He thrust into me over and over again.

I loved it.

Adored it.

He used me in such a wonderful way. It was fabulous to have him fucking me like this. He buried his cock into my mouth again and again. It was such a thrill for him to plow down my throat. He stared at me with such intensity.

“Yes, yes, you’re my slut,” he growled. “Right?”

I moaned around his dick, letting him know I was. He glanced to the side, grinning.

“Yeah, you’re my slut,” he grunted. “You won’t betray me to Charles.”

Never!

I suckled hard on his cock plunging down my throat. He thrust away at me. It felt so good to have him do that. I was so happy for it. he panted, plunging his cock down my throat again and again. I savored it so much.

I gurgled and groaned around his cock. I had to have his cum spurting into my mouth. He would flood me with so much jizz. He slammed down my throat and pulled back. I whimpered, my burning asscheeks clenching. Pussy cream ran down my thighs, my nipples rubbing into the spanking bench.

“Shit,” he growled and ripped his cock out of my throat. “Mrs. Augustine, you are such a whore!”

He erupted.

I moaned as his salty cum flooded my mouth. It was such a delight to have all that jizz splashing against the back of my that. I savored that spunk swirling around in my mouth. It was a perfect delight. He grunted again and again.

I loved it.

He filled me up with his cum. It was just perfect to have him do that. Just a rush to have all that spunk spurting into my mouth. It was so good to have it erupting from his dick. I loved every second of it. That was such a rush.

I swallowed it all. I was so happy to have all that spunk spurting into my mouth. I was thrilled by it. What a delight to have him spurting his cum into my mouth. It poured down my throat and filled my belly. I moaned, my pussy clenching.

“Mrs. Augustine, you are the perfect whore!” he growled.

I was so happy to hear that. I stared up at him with such passion as he fired the last of his cum into my mouth. I moaned around his dick and suckled on him, nursing to work out every last drop of his spunk.

He panted, staring down at me with such heat in his eyes. He loved what I was doing to him. He ripped his cock out of my mouth and smiled at me. He had an idea. A plan. I was so eager to hear it. To be a part of it.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“Mrs. Augustine, you’ll be visiting Charles at the prison,” I said. “You’ll be my liaison with him. You will go alone, deliver my messages, and receive his answers. If he fucks you, that’s fine.”

“Do you want me to encourage him to fuck me?” she asked, this whorish gleam in her eyes.

“Yes,” I said. “You’re not surprised.”

“Oh, I am. You want to work with him, but…” She shuddered. “I’m your whore, Master. Your mommy-in-law whore.”

Mommy-in-law… That made my dick twitch. I flicked my gaze to Nisha.

She nodded, smiling. “She’s perfect.”

“You will do this under the guise of a church outreach program. You’re ministering to the poor souls. Bring your husband to sell it.” I smiled. “I’m sure he’ll enjoy watching you being fucked by Charles.”

“He will,” said Mrs. Augustine. “He’s such a wonderful cuck.” She licked some cum off her lips. “I love him, you know.”

“You’re his wife. You should.”

She hesitated. “And if Charles… hurts me?”

“I’ll avenge you,” I told her, that worry rippling through me. “But he won’t.”

“No, he won’t,” Nisha said. “He’ll want to possess her like he wants to possess Susannah. This is a dangerous game you’re playing. It’s still safer to just kill Charles.”

“To make sure you’re safe, I’m going to give you a guardian.” I knelt before Mrs. Augustine, bringing myself down to her eye level. I cupped her face and stared into her blue eyes. I focused on them, capturing them. “Open yourself up to me.”

“Master,” she moaned, her eyes widening.

Donna… Agent Donna Parson…

I reached in the reserve of souls and found the FBI Agent. I passed her to Mrs. Augustine, transferring the ownership of that soul. Energy passed between us. Mrs. Augustine gasped as a blue glow passed between us and engulfed her.

“She’s in me,” Mrs. Augustine said. “I can feel her in me. She’s ready to serve.”

“Yes, she is,” I said, shaking my head. That felt… strange. Donna was still mine, but I had loaned her to Mrs. Augustine because of the connection we had. A secret guardian. “You two should become intimate. Get to know each other.”

I unbuckled Mrs. Augustine’s wrist, removing the leather cuff that held her in place. I did the same with her other wrist. Her ankles, her ass wonderfully red. Nisha watched on, smiling and nodding her approval at this action.

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Donna Parson

“We should get to know each other,” said the woman whose soul I know resided in. It wasn’t full of others like Master’s soul. I was her guardian.

I flowed out of her and appeared standing over her as she rose from the spanking bench. Master was there, young and handsome, naked and hard. He nodded to me. I smiled at him as Mrs. Augustine rose.

“Oh, my, you’re beautiful,” the busty blonde said and reached out to me with nervous fingers. “I can… touch you.”

“Of course,” I purred. Death had been… quite the experience. The realization I was about to die and then… rushing energy. Swirling power. A vortex that claimed me and hundreds of other souls before we flowed into Master. Into, well, this sort of sex den.

A room full of pillows where we all just sort of made love. The only men in there were the HRT—the FBI’s version of SWAT—who had gone in with me. The rest were women. Over a hundred of them. Young, horny women obsessed with sex. Those FBI agents were having a great time in their own little paradise.

Now I had a new place to live. This little quaint room inside of Mrs. Augustine I could leave when needed. I could see what she saw and more. It was so strange. Her hands now touched me. She slid her hands around me to cup my ass.

She pulled me to her. I loved the warmth of her living body against mine. Our lips melted together. I groaned as we kissed. My nipples rubbed against her nubs. They felt so good. Her body was delicious. I gripped her ass.

We sank to the floor. Master watched. He nodded his approval. I trembled as I felt a shadowy presence watching, too. Something cold stared at us, but I didn’t care. Master wasn’t worried. I was kissing Mrs. Augustine.

I stretched out on my back on the padded floor of the sex dungeon we were in. Of course, Master had a sex dungeon. Mrs. Augustine spun around me. She planted her shaved pussy on my face. Cum trickled down her taint to season her tart juices with salty delight.

I licked at her as she buried her face into my pussy.

“Oh, ghost pussy tastes good,” Mrs. Augustine growled.

“Yes, she was a delicious thing,” said Master. “She is a delicious thing.”

“I love you, Master,” I moaned. “I will protect Mrs. Augustine and love her when she commands.”

“Good,” he said, watching. The shadowy presence moved to him, pressing against him. He turned to her. She whispered to him.

I shivered, but Master knew about her. She was his shadowy thing.

I licked at Mrs. Augustine’s pussy. I feasted on her with such passion. Her tart juices soaked my taste buds. Her tongue lapped at my folds. Pleasure rippled through my ghostly form. I loved the feel of her tongue stroking me.

It was a delight to have her licking at me. Just lapping at me with all that she had. It was so good to feast on her like that. My tongue flicked through her folds. I lapped at her with all that I had. She moaned as she squirmed on me.

She tasted so good. Just such a delight to feast upon. My tongue thrust into her snatch. I swirled around in her cunt. She groaned as she squirmed on me. Her pussy smeared against my mouth. Cream dripped down my chin.

“Oh, that’s amazing!” Mrs. Augustine moaned and thrust her tongue into my pussy.

She swirled around in me. It felt amazing.

I had to return the favor. I loved the feel of her pussy around my tongue. This was so good. Master watched us, approved of us. That made my heart skip a beat. I felt him staring down at us as I feasted on her. I licked and lapped at her.

She feasted on me.

I squirmed beneath her, those big boobs rubbing into my stomach. Her nipples so hard. I loved it. I squeezed her rump as she moaned into my cunt. I moaned into her tart twat. I licked at her, stroking through her folds.

She attacked my clit now. Pleasure burst through my spectral form. I moaned and licked at her bud. We stroked each other, bringing each other closer and closer to cumming. That felt so good. Such a wild thing to do.

I was in awe of her tongue stroking through my folds. She licked at me with such passion. She stroked me with all that she had. It was so good to have her do that. I groaned, squirming on my back as her tongue flicked through my folds.

She found my clit.

She suckled on me.

I squealed in delight as she did that. It was so amazing to have her nibbling on me like that. I enjoyed every last second of her doing that to me. She was so good at it. She knew just how she was driving me wild with her tongue.

She lapped at me with such passion. I suckled on her clit, trembling beneath her. We both moaned into the other’s snatch as we built each other to our orgasms. Master watched on with his approval. That was what I needed.

I burst in rapture.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Augustine!” I moaned.

“Agent Donna!” she squealed, her pussy juices gushing out of her cunt.

I drowned in the tart passion. It was so wonderful to lick and lap at her snatch. I stroked through her folds, enjoying that delight. Mrs. Augustine rubbed her face into my twat, lapping up my ghostly passion. We shuddered together, increasing our bond.

That was important. I had to be united with her. I had to enjoy her. She moaned into my pussy as I groaned into hers. I licked at her as the waves of rapture washed through my body. She shuddered on me as my orgasm peaked.

“Oh, Master, “moaned Mrs. Augustine. “Thank you for this wonderful bodyguard.”

“You’re welcome,” he groaned.

“Thank you,” I purred and passed through Mrs. Augustine to rise into the air and stand. She gasped as I spun around.

The shadowy presence knelt before Master and… sucked his cock. Pleasure flashed across his face as she nursed on him. I threw myself at him and pressed my breasts into her side. I brushed the shadowy presence with my leg, pushing into her solid form. I kissed him.

He groaned as I did that. My tongue danced with his. He tasted the tart pussy juices on my spectral lips. He grunted. I knew he was dumping his cum into the shadowy presence’s mouth. He filled her with his seed.

I broke the kiss and said, “I will not fail her. I will protect her.”

“With Charles,” he said, “only intervene if you think he’ll kill her. If he hurts her… Hold back as long as you can.”

“Yes, Master,” I purred and flowed to my new charge. I was Mrs. Augustine’s spectral bodyguard. I sank into her body. She shivered in delight.

“Go and tell your husband your job,” I said. “Then get some sleep.”

“I’ll give him a nice hardie and tell him how you used me, too,” Mrs. Augustine said and headed upstairs while I settled down in a comfy chair in her soul to watch the world.

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Moira Black

Mom signed the last of the paperwork. I was being discharged from the hospital. Sable—it was shocking that my (fake) girlfriend was here—waited with the wheel chair to roll me out. Some dumb hospital policy. Mom and Susannah were with me.

Zach had not returned. It had been hours.

My stomach roiled with fear. I had ruined everything. I had finally gotten so close to him, proven myself, and I messed it up in such a spectacular fashion. I was such an idiot. I wanted to just bash my head into the wall. That was how dumb I felt right now.

Just a moron.

I was discharged, though. Released. Mom smiled at me and said, “Let’s go home.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, the fear rising in me.

“It’ll be fine,” Susannah said. My half-sister and sister-in-law squeezed my hand. “He loves you as much as he loves me. We’re his sisters. You and I.”

I was more of his sister than her. I shared a womb with him, but… I had to stop being jealous. He did love me. I was having his baby, unlike Susannah who had to be on birth control. She couldn’t conceive until their marriage.

I sank into the wheelchair. Sable was really going to push it. Mom and Susannah walked beside me. A few of the cops were with us, too. They were following behind us, trying not to act like anything weird was going on.

I was pushed out of the hospital. The sun was climbing over the horizon. Ms. Denise the sexy chauffeur opened the backseat of the limousine. Mom slid in first followed by Susannah. I rose from my feet and followed them inside, sitting on the bench opposite my mother and half-sister.

Sable slid in last, Ms. Denise closing the door behind her. She sank beside me, her arm casually going around my shoulder. I blinked at her. She scowled at me and rolled her eyes in annoyance as I grinned.

“My girlfriend was so worried about me,” I said.

“I had to sell the story,” she said. “All those doctors and nurses know that we’re dating. When your brother makes his bid for power, they’ll remember it. Think nothing strange of it. Just your loving girlfriend. See.”

She kissed me.

I groaned at the strength of her kiss. Sable thrust her tongue into my mouth. I shuddered and met that appendage. For a moment, my fear melted away beneath the passion of her kiss. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest.

She broke the kiss and said, “See. We have to keep up this charade. Even in private. We can’t allow the public to realize it’s a ruse. You’ll have to move into my bedroom so we can practice our intimacy.”

“Yep,” I said. “Because you’ve fallen in love with me for real.”

She sneered. “You? Love you? I don’t have a heart to love anyone. I crave only power and domination.”

“Sable loves me,” I sang. “Sable loves me.”

“You are such a child,” she said, but she stayed snuggled against me.

“Sable and Moira kissing in a tree,” I sang. “K I S S I N G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!”

“We’re both women,” she said. “That’s impossible.”

“Then why am I preggers?” I asked.

“Your brother knocked you up.”

A chill ran through me. My brother. Zach. He was so angry at me because I’d kept our half-brother a secret. What if he never forgave me? I glanced at Mom who smiled at me. She held her stomach, too. Like me, she was bred by Zach.

“We’ll have to say you had twins, Mrs. Black,” said Sable. “The world shouldn’t know that my lesbian girlfriend got knocked up. Later, we can make a big deal about sperm donors and in vitro fertilization if Zach breeds you again.”

“If?” I muttered.

“He will,” Susannah said, such support in her voice. “He’ll give us both babies. You, too, Sable.”

“A daughter or son to raise to dominate,” Sable said, her eyes smoldering. “Maybe I’ll dabble in ‘in vitro fertilization,’ too.”

“You look so nervous,” said Mom as she unbuttoned the front of her dress. She revealed her bare boobs. “Come and suckle from me. Like you did when you were a baby. That always helped you to relax.”

I swallowed and moved across the limo to her. I ducked my head down when an idea popped into my head. A very naughty one. Could I cast this spell on the fly? Why, yes, I could. It would be just like when I was a baby.

Not that I remembered that far back.

“Hecate, let the mother’s blessing flow from these tits,” I whispered, the magic flowing out of me.

Mom gasped out, “What did you just do, Moira?”

Chapter Six

Moira Black

I grinned and said, “This!”

I latched onto Mom’s nipple and suckled.

Her breast milk flowed.

She gasped in shock as the creamy delight soaked my taste buds. It was so good to have her milk gushing out of her mouth. It was so sweet and delicious. So much better than that crap from the grocery store. No cow’s milk from me.

Just mommy’s milk.

“Moira,” Mom groaned in shock. “Oh, yes, yes, that is how it used to be. My, my, aren’t we such a wicked child.”

I purred around her nipple.

I suckled hard on her. She groaned as I nursed with all that I had. I wanted to have all that milk pouring down my throat. Susannah slid off the seat and moved before me. I was in my hospital gown, so it was easy to duck her head beneath and nuzzled up to my shaved pussy as I breastfed from my mommy.

“Mmm, just relax, my sweet sister,” purred Susannah into my shaved folds.

She licked at me as I breastfed from Mom. It was so wonderful to have Mom’s fingers sliding through my hair as I suckled from her. I loved the way she cooed as her rich and creamy milk spurted into my mouth. I gulped down the cream.

Pleasure radiated out of my pussy as Susannah licked and lapped at me. She was such a sweet girl. Her touch was so gentle. She drove me wild with her tongue. It felt so good to have her do that to me. I loved it.

I whimpered, my entire body quivering as she licked me. She lapped at me. It was just an awesome moment. I loved everything she did to me. She stroked through my folds, her tongue so sweet and gentle. I loved it.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Mom cooed. “I’m here. I love you. Susannah loves you. Your brother loves you. It’ll be fine. He’ll forgive you.”

Would he?

“He’ll forgive you,” purred Susannah. “My brother’s a good, Christian man. He’ll forgive you. God forgives you for all your sins, too, if you just ask for it and believe in Jesus as your savior.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

Susannah’s words held such Truth to them. Such conviction, though.

She thrust her tongue into my snatch and swirled around in me. I groaned as she did that. It was such a wonderful sensation to feel her sliding around in me. She drove me wild with that tongue. It was pure joy. A wondrous delight.

I was glad for it. So happy to have her tongue flicking around in my snatch. She drove me wild. It was a beautiful thing to have her do that. I was so happy for it. She made me shiver in delight. Her tongue danced around in me.

I gulped down Mom’s breast milk as the pleasure radiated through me. I shuddered as Susannah stirred me up. She was such a wicked thing. My brother had good taste in women. After all, he loved his sisters.

Me and her.

He loved me.

He had to still love me.

I suckled with frantic need from Mom’s breast. I gulped down her breast milk as she shuddered. She stroked my hair and smiled at me. She loved me so much. So did Susannah. I could feel her tongue dancing around in my snatch.

Sable settled down on the other side. “I have to taste that milk, too.”

She ducked her head down and latched on.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’ll be my daughter when you marry Moira,” whimpered Mom. “That’s it, Sable. Drink deeply.”

Sable moaned and did just that. She gulped down the milk with me. We suckled with hunger while Susannah feasted on my cunt. She loved my pussy, didn’t she? She really loved cunt. There was no mistaking that enthusiasm as she danced her tongue around in me.

I loved it, though. She felt so good swirling about in me. Just so wonderful at tonguing me. It was a beautiful moment to feel. I moaned around Mom’s nipple. I suckled hard on her, too. I nursed with all my might, wanting to have all that breast milk flooding my mouth.

“Oh, that’s so good,” purred Mom. “Just so delicious. You’re amazing, honey!”

I was amazing. I was glad Mom realized it.

I suckled hard on her nipple. I nursed on her with all that I had. She groaned as I did that. I swallowed the milk. It was such a good treat to enjoy. It poured down my throat. Every last drop of it. The milk was so creamy and delicious.

“That’s it,” Mom purred. “That’s so good. You’re such a wonderful daughter. Yes, you are! You both are. Drink your fill!”

I shuddered, Susannah’s tongue stroking over my bud. She nibbled on it as I gulped down my mother’s breast milk. I suckled from her teat with hunger. I loved nursing at her. It was so good to do that. To gulped down all that wonderful milk with Sable.

We savored it together. My (fake) girlfriend and I breastfed from Mom like it was so natural. Just a wonderful, Sunday afternoon lazying about the house and gulping down all that creamy delight she had. Mom purred her pleasure.

She enjoyed what we did to her.

Susannah suckled hard on my clit. I moaned, my orgasm building and building. Her lips nibbled on it. She was such a dyke. My brother married a woman who loved cunt. I trembled, enjoying my sister’s tongue stroking over my bud.

“Just relax and cum,” purred Mom. “Yes, yes, just like that. Two of my daughters are gulping down all my milk. You’ll get a chance, too, Susannah.”

“I love you, Mommy,” she moaned and suckled hard on my clit.

“I love you all, too,” Mom purred.

The warmth of her milk and her love soaked through me. Susannah’s love nursed on my clit. It was all so amazing. I burst into rapture. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out to bathe my half-sister’s lips in passion.

I squealed about the nipple in my mouth, so glad for all this pleasure. It was so intense. The heat washed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I loved every second of this. I savored every last moment of this bliss.

It was perfect.

Outstanding.

I gulped down the breast milk as the waves of rapture drowned my mind. They swept over my thoughts and smothered them. I groaned in delight, so happy right now. I could just float away. I shuddered, savoring every creamy drop.

Mom purred her delight as I swallowed her breast milk. Susannah licked at my pussy. I groaned and popped my mouth off Mom’s nipple. I gasped out in rapture as my orgasm crested in me. I felt so good.

Sable ripped her mouth off Mom’s nipple and kissed me.

My (fake) girlfriend thrust her tongue into my mouth coated in breast milk. I groaned as we shared my mom’s dairy delight. It was so wonderful to pass the creamy treat back and forth as Susannah nuzzled at my pussy.

The limo slowed. We were almost home.

My fear washed through me, but these women would be with me. I broke the kiss and purred, “You do love me, Sable.”

“Fuck off,” she said and leaned back. “I was just caught up in the moment. I have to be your girlfriend. Your future wife. I have to love your mother as my own.” She snorted. “She does make a better mother than that bitch that birthed me.”

“Your mother’s lovely,” Mom said as the limo turned onto the driveway.

“A lovely cunt-lapper,” Sable said. “She was too busy being rich to have time for me. They ignored me. Let maids raise me.” She smiled. “I don’t know why they were shocked when I became a sociopath. A sadist who delights in causing them pain. I have to whip Mom when I get home.”
Mom sighed, shaking her head.

Wow, Sable was so fucked up.

“That’s sad,” Susannah said. “You should love your mother, Mistress. I love mine.”

“Be thankful you’re Zach’s wife, or I would hurt you badly for that,” purred Sable. “Do something… permanent. But he would kill me, and there would go all the power I want. So don’t push me, slave.”

“I will if it means helping you love again,” Susannah said. She sat on Sable’s lap. “I love you, too, Mistress. You’re second in my heart after Zach.”

She kissed my (fake) girlfriend. A stir of jealousy washed through me. Fuck, did I love Sable? I mean, I loved fucking with Sable. Teasing her. Playing the girlfriend and mocking her when she did the same, but… but…

The limo stopped. We were in front of the manor. Zach was inside.

Fuck.

The door opened and Zach emerged. He was naked and stood straight like a Greek statue. An athlete captured in the prime of his life, nude to show off the manly perfection of his body. For a moment, a darkness hovered behind him. Something cold and angry. I shivered and blinked…

Just a trick of the light.

Ms. Denise opened the door. I stepped out in my hospital gown, trembling. I approached him and threw myself to my knees and kissed his feet. My hair spilled over him. I remembered from the bible how Mary Magdalene had poured oil over Jesus’s feet and wiped him dry with her hair. I wished I could do that. Anoint my brother. Show he was my king.

“I’m so sorry, big brother,” I sobbed, the tears coming. “I’m so very, very sorry. I was scared. I was such an idiot. I should have told you.”

“Yes,” he said.

“I won’t do that again,” I said. “I promise.”

“I know.”

I looked up at him, blinking through the tears. They distorted him. I wiped at my eyes as he had such a hard expression on his face. I shivered. I didn’t feel forgiven at all. He looked so angry at me. I had hurt him so much.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, big brother! Anything!”

He nodded and turned. “It’s time for your punishment.”

“Yes!” I whimpered and gained my feet. I followed him as he marched to the stairs. Cosette and Mrs. Haverstone, Sable’s original two maids, bowed low in their slutty outfits. Mrs. Haverstone’s big tits nearly fell out of the low-cut top of her French maid’s uniform.

My brother headed for the stairs that went down to Sable’s sex dungeon. The padded room full of all her BDSM paraphernalia. My brother marched down them as I followed. I started unlacing the back of the hospital gown to take it off. I was naked beneath, my small breasts quivering.

We reached the bottom. The lights on.

“Playing with my toys,” Sable asked as she followed me down.

“I tested them out on Mrs. Augustine,” he said. “Plus, I had to ready her for her new task. We’ll talk later.”

Task?

Would I be included?

I entered the room after my brother. The spanking bench was in the middle. The manacles lay beside it. He motioned to the spanking bench. I shuddered and bent over it. It was low enough that a slut could kneel over it, the padded bench supporting her torso. I stared down at the floor, my hands planted by the cuffs.

Sable bound me. She had a wicked smile on her lips. She was so eager to watch me being spanked. She licked my cheek, gathering up my salty tears as she cinched the manacles about my wrists while my brother cuffed my ankles.

Sable’s tongue reached my ear where she purred, “I hope to punish you, too, my love. Then I can show you the depths of my affection for you.”

I turned my head and purred, “That sounds great. I love you, Sable.”

I kissed her. She ripped her mouth off mine, her eyes wide. She rose and drew in deep breaths. Yes, she was so much fun to fuck with. No wonder I loved her. She smoothed down her skirt and glanced at my brother.

“Barehanded or would you like me to fetch you the paddle that hurts the most?” she purred.

“Barehanded,” my brother said. “She deserved to feel me delivered the punishment.”

“That does give it… meaning.” Sable licked her lips. “May I paddle her when you’re done?”

“We’ll see how angry I still am,” he said.

Oh, wow, I had really, really pissed him off. “I’m sorry, big brother. Spank away I can take it. I—”

CRACK!

“Holy fucking shit!” I howled as pain exploded across my ass. I bucked on the spanking bench as the stinging heat rippled across my butt-cheek. “I’m so sorry, big brother!”

CRACK!

I howled again, the pain blazing through me. He was really spanking me. This wasn’t sex play. This was punishment. Tears burst down my cheeks. I whimpered, my wrists and ankles pulling at the cuffs. My cunt clenched against the burning heat.

CRACK!

“I’m so sorry!” I squealed. “I—”

CRACK!

“—am sorry!”

CRACK!

His hand fell hard. He grunted with the effort. The agony burned across my ass. My rump became a mass of stinging pain.

CRACK!

“I was wrong!” I screamed, the tears pouring down my chin. “So wrong!”

CRACK!

“Zach, that’s enough,” Mom said.

CRACK!

“She has to feel it, Mom,” Zach growled. “She has to be reminded of her place.”

CRACK!

“She’s my witch!”

CRACK!

“My slut!”

CRACK!

“She will tell me everything!”

CRACK!

“YES! YES! YES!” I howled. “Everything, I will! I will! Everything!”

“Do you know where father is?” he demanded.

CRACK!

My ass burned so much. It stung me. I couldn’t think as I gasped out, “No, no, no! I swear! I swear!”

“Can you contact him?”

CRACK!

“Yes!”

“How?” He rubbed his hand across my blazing ass. It hurt so much.

“A phone n-number,” I whimpered, my ass burning so hot.

“Where’s her phone?” he demanded.

“Here,” Mom said, her voice sounded shaken.

“Zach,” Susannah said softly. “Her ass… It’s so red. She’s going to be bruised for a week.”

“Good,” he growled and took my phone. “What’s the contact number under?”

“Sandy,” I said. “That’s the name I put down.”

He called the number. I could hear the computerized, feminine voice say, “The number you have dialed has been disconnected.”

“Damn,” he groaned.

CRACK!

“That’s the number!” I gasped. “I don’t know why it didn’t work! I didn’t!”

“She could be lying,” moaned Sable. She was fingering herself. “Spank her again to make sure.”

“She’s not,” my brother said. “Will you ever hold back information again? Will you ever speak to our father without telling me again? Will you?”

“Never!” I gasped, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Really?”

“I swear on the life on our unborn child!” I howled.

He uncuffed my ankles. Then my wrists. He pulled me off the spanking bench and pushed me down onto the padded floor. He was over me. My ass burned as it pressed into the floor. He pressed his weight down on me, his cock nuzzling into my pussy.

He thrust into me.

I moaned in delight as he penetrated me. His big dick was in me. I squeezed my cunt down on him. My brother was in me. My twin brother filled me up. I groaned as he stared down into my eyes. They were no longer angry.

“You’re forgiven, Moira,” he said. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I moaned as such relief swept through me. I hugged him with my arms and legs. “I love you, too. I’m so sorry. No more secrets.”

“Good, good,” he said. “You have to stay away from Father. Your child is special. Our child. We can’t let anything happen to him.”

Him? How did he know?

He kissed me before I could ask. I groaned, my body squirming beneath him. This was such a wonderful delight. He drew back his cock. My pussy clamped down on him. It was so amazing to have him in me. He thrust back into me. He buried to the hilt in my pussy, his balls slapping into my taint.

I loved it. I groaned as he pumped away at me. He thrust his cock in and out of me. I kissed him with passion, my tongue dancing around in his mouth. He was so good to have on me. I was so glad to be his twin sister. To be loved by my big brother.

He thrust away at me. He fucked me with hard strokes. He buried into me with all that he had. I loved it. I kissed him with passion as Sable squealed out in rapture, cumming on her fingers. She trembled there as my brother fucked me hard.

“I’m going to play with my mother,” she said and strolled out of the room. “And we’ll talk later, Susannah.”

“I love you, Mistress,” she said. “I’ll open your heart up. I know you love Moira.”

“I pretend you fucking dumb…” She trailed off and took in a deep breath. “I’ll tie you up nice and good later on.”

SMACK!

I just ignored their play as my brother fucked me. Sable did love me. That was wild. So did my brother. Mom. Susannah. I was such a lucky young woman. I didn’t need Father or Charles. They didn’t love me. I savored that big dick fucking me.

He pounded me hard and fast. He drove his thick shaft into my cunt. I loved it. My pussy squeezed down on him as he thrust away at me. He buried into me with all that he had. It was just glorious to have that cock fucking me.

He pounded me with force. He buried his shaft into my pussy again and again. It was glorious to enjoy. I loved every second of it. He grunted as he fucked me hard. He stared into my eyes as my hands rubbed at his back.

“Big brother,” I moaned as he fucked me, my burning ass pressing into the padded floor.

“Let me feel that pussy going wild,” he growled as he thrust into me.

“You will!” I moaned, my orgasm swelling fast.

That big, thick dick stirred me up. He drove me toward that wonderful moment when I would be gasping in incestuous passion. My pussy clamped down on him. He snarled as he thrust into me, enjoying my silky flesh.

My hot cunt brought him closer and closer to erupting into me. He would spurt all that cum into my snatch. I couldn’t wait to be filled with his spunk. I wanted to have all that jizz flooding my twat. It would be spectacular.

“Big brother!” I howled, clawing his back as my pussy convulsed around his big dick.

“Yes, Moira!” he groaned and buried into me.

His cum spurted into my pussy.

I gasped in delight as blast after blast of his spunk flooded my snatch. He erupted into me again and again. It was so good to feel him do that. He basted my cunt with his spunk. It was so good to have all that jizz flooding me.

He pumped blast after blast of his cum into my snatch. It was just amazing to have him do that. I loved it so much. He filled me up with his spunk. I groaned as he dumped more and more of his spunk into me. He filled me up.

I shuddered beneath him, loving every moment of that hot spunk pumping into my snatch. My bred pussy writhed around him as I kissed him. I made out with him, feeling his love. My burning ass rubbed into the floor as I squirmed beneath him.

My pussy milked him dry.

He spurted the last of his cum into me. I was so glad that he forgave me. I would be his perfect little sister until the day I died. He would never, ever be angry at me again. I held him tight as he groaned on me.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“Perfect, Master,” Nisha purred. “Perfect. You have claimed her heart fully. No more divided loyalties.”

I broke the kiss with my sister. “I’m glad you understand your place. You’re my witch. My sister. My lover.”

“Yes, big brother,” she said, smiling at me.

“Good. We have work to do.”

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