5 comments/ 75458 views/ 58 favorites A Taste of Incest - Honey By: Hypoxia Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are living humans aged 18+. These standalone A TASTE OF INCEST tales (adapted and expanded from RON'S JOURNAL episodes) include incestuous and bisexual groups. If you object to these themes, or use of the word 'retard', then stop reading. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Nobody here is named Honey. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE! A Taste of Incest - Honey 02 Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are living, conscious humans aged 18+. Tags: bisexual, lesbian, group sex, mature, anal, toys, sisters, mother-daughter, taboo. If you object to such, please stop reading. Nobody here is named Honey. A Taste of Incest - Honey 02 Ann asked, "We look pretty good, don't we?" and squeezed Judy's boob. "Not bad, not bad," Judy replied honestly, and bit Ann's neck. "But hey," as she twisted, "does my butt look big?" Ann slapped her cheek. "Just the right size, girl!" Ann and Judy sometimes questioned their physical attractiveness. Hope and Faith had no doubt -- they KNEW they were sizzlin' sexsational! Judy and Ann would grow into self-assurance; it was just a matter of time. Ron tickled their sides. "Hey, quit that!" Ann whooped. "C'mon, let's fuck." They returned to Judy's bedroom, clean and invigorated, and plopped down on her bed. Faith scooted next to Ron. "Here's the plan," Faith said, idly stroking his cock. "We drew cards and I won." Ann yelled, "You cheated!" "Did not! Well, only a little," Faith admitted. "But here we are now. Hope, get number one, and the Vaseline. Hope's going to do me; and then, Ron, YOU are going to do me, all by yourself. I'll judge which feels better, okay? This is like John Henry versus the steam hammer -- Ron against the dildo. May the best cock win!" She leaned down to slurp him, then rolled into doggy position with her knees spread. "Okay, Hope -- let's get going." Hope had strapped-on the toy and lubed it. She pressed Vaseline into her older sister's anus and worked her fingers in and out, widening and relaxing her. Faith sighed and hummed. Hope slipped her pinky to circle Faith's clitoris. Faith jumped. "Hey, easy there. Oh, that's better, yeah... but quit delaying. It's test time." Hope mounted behind Faith and held her hips. She intruded the creamy dildo into her sister's ass, slow and easy, a well-practiced move. Faith groaned. "Ron will be up soon; let's get him ready," Ann told Judy. The two scooted down to put their heads at his crotch. They licked each side of his shaft, careful not to work his balls or the sensitive underside of his dickhead. They did not want him TOO excited TOO soon. Just a good, gently fluffing. Hope fucked her gasping sister, faster and faster, still holding her target's hips while her own moved at a blurry pace, then reaching with one hand to stimulate Faith's clitoris. "Oh fuck oh god oh Jesus oh fuck oh fuck oh ohh ohhh AHHHH!!! oh shit oh fuck oh Jesus oh god oh ohhh..." Faith's vocalizations were limited but entertaining. Faith wailed, "AHHHH!!!" and collapsed, face into a pillow, butt still up in the air and penetrated by Hope's toy. "Oh. Oh. Oh shit. Oh damn, I'm so full. Oh god. Get out of me now. Let me go. Please. PLEASE!" Hope slowly withdrew with an audible 'plop' and another groan from Faith. She used a soft towel to clean her sister's anal domain, and then slid from the bed and wiped off the strap-on. Faith moaned and looked up. "Damn, that was great! Now let's see if Ron can match that. You ready, guy? Hey, somebody lube us, right away, huh?" She gingerly resumed her doggy pose. Ann and Judy reached for Vaseline jars. Ann glopped her sister while Judy seductively greased Ron's ramrod. "Oh yeah, good gooey fun," Ann joked, working two, then three, then four goopy fingers into Faith's rectum. Faith never stopped groaning. "That should do," Ann announced. She looked at Ron. "It's showtime." Ron knelt behind Faith and mimicked Hope's earlier moves: in, and out, and in a little deeper. Ann smeared more Vaseline on Ron's cock when he pulled outward. Yes, easy and slow, no rush, no stress, just sighing, and sliding in increasing tightness, impeded a bit by her ring of muscles -- until he popped through, deep into her innards. "Oh fuck," they whispered together. Damn, she was tight! But smooth, and firm, and demanding, hungry for him. His pistoning increased pace; her groans matched his movement. His entire body was tense as a twisted rubber band as he pounded her postern. Judy and Hope sat together, fingering each other's pussy and fondling breasts. They shared a perfect ringside view of the ass-action. Ann scooted across the bed on her back till her head was under the butt-fuckers. She licked and nibbled at Faith's pussy while tweaking her nipples. After many minutes of intense fun, Faith shook and shivered and screamed, right as molten torrents of Ron's semen sluiced deep into her alimentary tract. He pumped and pumped. He almost expected her to spit sperm. They collapsed together, Faith on her belly with Ron on her back, still embedded inside her. Ann escaped just in time. Ron slowly softened and slipped out with another 'pop'. His fluids dribbled from her butt. He rolled off her; they groaned in unison. "Y'know, I've always wanted to try this," Ann said. She crawled between her prone sister's legs, spread her butt cheeks, and thirstily licked at Faith's ass. Ron, Hope and Judy watched in amazement as she slurped up the mixed secretions. "Mmmm, not bad, a bit smoky, but not bad..." She slurped again and then rolled Faith over. "Want some more?" She nuzzled Faith's pussy. "No, stop, stop, oh god, oh fuck, no, no..." Faith pushed her youngest sister away. "Oh Jesus, I feel totally fucked out. That was just fucking incredible. And you licked cum out my ass! You really are a perv, Ann." Judy and Hope did not take heed of the anal joining's aftermath; they were rather engrossed in kissing, fondling, and mutual masturbation. Their long hair swirled; Hope's blonde locks danced with Judy's brownish mane as their fingers danced on joyful genitalia. Their mouths swallowed their moans. Only Ann remained unfucked and cognizant. She swatted Faith's cheeks. "Okay, judgement time. What's better in your asshole, a well-applied strap-on dildo, or Ron's ample cock?" She wiped-down said cock with a clean towel, then gave him a sultry suck. Faith sighed, "Oh fuck, they're, like, totally different, like night and day. The dildo just keeps going and going, never gets tired, never goes limp. But the cock... it's hot, and alive, and real, fuck yeah! I could feel him throbbing and growing inside me. And when he came, and squirted into me... it felt like it was going on forever and ever. Time just stopped. I was only... oh fuck, you were great!" She rolled to grab Ron and pull him against her. "That was the greatest cum I've ever felt! Thank you thank you thank you..." She smothered him with kisses. Ann laughed. "I'll take that as a positive recommendation, then. It's my turn now. Hey guys, break it up," she told Judy and Hope. "C'mon sis, lube us up and do me." Ann's ass took Hope's strap-on and then Ron's bayonet. Verdict: Ron won! Hope's hatch caught Judy's joy-toy and Ron's roundhead. Verdict: the same. Judy's jampot savored Faith's dildo and Ron's babymaker. Verdict: oh yeah. Everyone was happy. Ron was excited, but drained. "Hey, we've got to wait a little while." He lifted his limp dick. "See, he needs a rest. Or maybe a mocha transfusion." "Maybe a pussy-juice transfusion, you mean," Hope laughed, dipping into her still-dripping honeypot and smearing her nectar on him. Judy jumped up. "No, mocha sounds good. Let's take a break, clean up, get refreshed and energized, and go on to the next round, okay?" Judy and Ann showered (locally) first, then headed for the kitchen, while the others hauled the bedclothes to the laundry room and returned to shower. A hot coffee+cocoa+bourbon mix and a batch of fresh honey-oatmeal cookies restored their energy levels, especially Ron's. They sat naked in kitchen chairs and chatted. A final wipe-down, and they were ready to resume. A Taste of Incest - Honey 02 She examined the freshly-cleaned toys laid out on Judy's desk. "These look familiar. Faith, you got these from a place in West Hollywood, didn't you. Post office box 6969, that's the supplier." Faith nodded nervously. "Yes, that's the same place your mother and I get our own toys." The three naked Heinecke sisters boggled as one. Muriel almost laughed at their shocked expressions. "But-but-but..." Hope gurgled. "This isn't new, y'know. Every generation thinks they're discovered sex and found something new and different. Look, I've studied history and art history for years. Everything we do now, humans have been doing for a long, long time. The only thing different here is The Pill, and yes, it changes everything, but it changes nothing. We've always had sex without regard for consequences. Now, we can skip lots of those consequences. It's freeing! But it's still all about fucking." She smiled. "Sex toys are nothing new. Using them isn't new. Me and Laura Heinecke using sex toys on each other; and you kids, getting your own and playing with them -- nothing new." She peered at Ron and his firm bobtail -- not fully erect, but not drooping, either. "Ron, stand up. That's right. Turn around. Slower. Uh huh." She reached to thump his penis with her thumb. He visibly stiffened. "Nice cock. I can see why the girls like you." She held his rod and rolled him in her palm, and then pushed against his chest, sending him back down onto the bed. "Mother!" Judy whined, "quit..." "Be quiet, young lady! Some of the old rules still apply. Like, don't interrupt your elders. You'll get your chance to talk later." Muriel pointed to the nearest sister. "Hope, come here, front and center. Yes, just like that. Turn. Mmm-hmm. Stop now." She cupped the girl's breast and pinched her nipple, eliciting a gasp. She slid a finger along Hope's wet slit to gather nectar, brought her finger to her nose, sniffed like a connoisseur, and then licked her finger. "You taste very much like your mother, too." She pushed Hope onto the bed next to Ron; Judy was on his other side. All the youngsters looked startled, baffled, apprehensive, and more than a little excited. What was Mrs Elliott, society woman and wife of a noted dental surgeon, up to? "It's time to take your education to another level. But first, I want to see what you know. Faith, if you're anything like your mother, you like to be teased by a trained tongue, so I'll guess you taught Ron and Judy and your sisters well. The question is, HOW well?" Muriel slipped her sand-yellow sundress over her head, leaving her in only a bra and pantyhose. She skinned out of the hose and turned to her daughter. "Judy, unsnap my bra for me. I don't feel like reaching that far." Judy wordlessly complied. "Okay kids, off the bed." Muriel scooted into the vacant center, almost to the headboard, and spread her legs. She showed only a slight tan line; a thick black bush ornamented the delta between her thighs, barely lighter than her tennis-tanned Aegean skin. "Ann, close the windows; no need to tell the world what we're up to. Judy, show me what you can do." She rubbed her vulva in anticipation. "MO-THER!" Judy whined again. "I can't..." "You've tasted pussy before, haven't you? You've had your tongue inside Faith and Hope and Ann many times, and maybe others too, right? I thought so. So, don't be shy. Let's see just how much you've learned already." Judy knew that further argument would be hopeless. She asked herself, what am I doing? She surrendered to the inevitable and climbed between her mother's legs. She nervously kissed her knees and around her inner thighs. "Oh, come on now! You know better than that! Come up here and kiss me and work your way down. Don't play the know-nothing virgin -- it doesn't suit you." Muriel pulled her daughter up to her face. Judy's kisses were tentative at first, but as her mother's hands stroked her sides and massaged her bubbly butt, she became more assertive, more passionate. Both women moaned softly, their breasts pressed together. Judy slid down to suckle her mother, one boob, then the other, then back again, and again, teasing the swollen brown tips, playing with her yielding flesh and the pebbled knots of her inflamed nipples. Then, further down; Judy's lips brushed across navel and hips, and thighs, from knees upwards, to the tender flesh around Muriel's fiery delta, then nuzzling her pubic thatch, and then... contact! Judy's tongue and lips worshipped the portal through which she had passed into this world. Judy's tongue was indeed talented and well-trained, but still tentative. Holy shit, she thought, I'm eating my own mother! Muriel felt her daughter's hesitation and lack of direction. "You're not really into this, are you, young lady? Maybe you need some inspiration. I know what would help -- Ron, get up here and fuck her." Ron twitched with surprise. He and Hope were wrapped together on one side of the bed, Hope fisting his cock, with Faith and Ann fingering each other on the bed's other side, all closely watching the mother-daughter interaction. Judy pulled her head back and turned to look at Ron. "Uhh, you want me to..." he stumbled. "I want you to get behind her and slide that big prong of yours deep into her, and make her feel like she's being well-fucked, that's what I want. I want her to act like she's feeling something. Now shut up and get going!" Amid the volatile mix of emotions, lust won out. "Yes, ma'am," he said, climbing behind Judy. He pulled her butt up. "On your knees, babe." He lined on his target, spread her lower cheeks and lips, and smoothly probed into her oh-so-wet vagina. "Oh fuck," Judy sighed. Muriel pulled her daughter's head back into her crotch and held her in place to resist Ron's slow thrusts. Ron sped up. So did Judy's mouth, and Muriel's sighs and nipple-twistings. Ron leaned into Judy and fondled her peach-soft breasts. Judy stopped thinking about her mother and only concentrated on the fabulous penis inside her and the tasty twat at the tip of her tongue. Muriel's wide-open eyes stared into Ron's with fierce unglazed intensity. Judy was merely a conduit between them, delivering Ron's energy straight into the older woman's womb. This is not the end, they both thought. Muriel stiffened, and closed her eyes, and groaned. Judy's tongue pirouetted in a victory dance before her vocal chords wailed into her mother's pussy in her own orgasm. Ron grunted and erupted into his girl's vagina. A pleasant time was had by all, yes indeed. Mouths and genitalia eventually separated. "Whew baby, that was nice," Muriel breathed. She looked at Judy. "You need more practice, girl." Her eyes focused on Ron. "And just how well-trained are you? Can you use your tongue better than this sprout?" She patted Judy's panting head. Ron was a bit tired, and his mind still whirled, but he was no dummy. "Well, Missus Elliott, I guess there's just one way to find out." He brushed his black hair back from his eyes. "I think you can call me Muriel now, Ron. Are you ready?" Ron lay beside his girl's mother. They embraced, and kissed, and stroked. Ron wasted no time. The girls had educated his tongue in the ways of love. He applied that education with dedication and vigor. He was appreciated. "Oh yeah, Ron, that's nice, that's great. Oooh, yeah, oh fuck, oh, more like that, uh huh... Oh Judy, Ron is just fucking GREAT, isn't he? Oooh, but I want more. Judy, get up here. I need to taste you while Ron is licking me." Again, little use in arguing. Judy sighed, climbed onto Muriel's head, braced herself on the bed's headboard, and lowered her pussy onto her mother's face. Muriel reached up to her daughter's breasts. Ron stretched his hands to tweak Muriel's nipples as he watched her tongue rise to lap at Judy's swollen lower lips. He laved Muriel's labia and love canal and then concentrated on her clitoris, to wonderful and dramatic effect. The Heinecke sisters were nearly forgotten by the troilists but were definitely still around and aroused. They tired of merely observing the fun. Hope and Ann slid to each side of Muriel and kissed her breasts. Faith moved behind Ron, who crouched on his knees, butt in the air, mouth fastened to Muriel's vulva. She pushed his knees apart, massaged a mass of Vaseline into his rectum, and slid in her strap-on. Ron groaned, and tongued even faster. That is where they were when Judy's father Ted walked into the room. A Taste of Incest - Honey 03 Author's note: The following stroker is probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are living, conscious, made-up humans aged 18+. Tags: sisters, mother-daughter, bisexual, lesbian, group sex, mature, toys, high school. If you object to such, please stop reading. Nobody here is named Honey. Reading prior chapters is recommended but not mandatory. Enjoy! A Taste of Incest - Honey 03 Judy squeezed in on Ron's other side. "Yeah, and he knows when to shut up." She slurped his cock. "Smart guy." Muriel, looking so like a mature future version of Judy, nodded. "Yes, he is." She leaned forward and gave Ron's cock a kiss. "Cute, too." Ron blushed. She squeezed his manhood and leaned back. "So anyway, you can loosen up a little now. You don't have to hide your sex play before I get home in the evening. But you still shouldn't flaunt it in front of Dr Ted. He's always back from the clinic at 7:00 PM. Always. Be clean by then and you can keep on having fun." Muriel stood, straightened her loose wrap, and looked at her daughter. "Judy, we need a little family discussion." She looked at Ron and Ann. "You kids can let yourselves out when you're ready. No big hurry. I'll see you later." She sighed. "I wish I had more time now, but... Come on, Judy." She hugged her naked daughter to her side. Ann and Ron watched the mother and daughter walk away with synchronized strides. They looked at the clock, at each other, and smiled. Time for another super 69 before they had to leave! More mutual oral-genital sex, and then another shower. They dressed and walked down the hallway. Sounds emerged from the master bedroom; the door was not shut. They peered in on a lovely family bonding scene. Slender Dr Ted stood naked and blindfolded in the middle of the room. His daughter Judy knelt in front of him with his dark dentist dick in her mouth. His wife Muriel stood behind him, pegging his ass with a massive black strap-on. Groans and gasps sounded. "A little family discussion, huh?" Ann giggled. "In my house we call it the family circle." A Taste of Incest - Honey 03 One thought loomed in Ron's mind as he rode his moped home. The Piedmont Glee Club - these women all belonged. Others did, too. Just how large was their loving circle? Would he be introduced? His prospects felt good. --- Possibly The End. Author's note: This story by Hypoxia is copyright (c) 2015. Stay tuned for more A TASTE OF INCEST tales. If you like this, join the 1% and VOTE! A Taste of Incest - Honey Faith, Hope, Ann and Judy sprawled naked in Judy's bed. Judy lay on her back, her legs and arms splayed wide, knees raised. Faith reposed between Judy's firm thighs and languidly licked her fluffy pussy. Hope and Ann stretched on either side of Judy, mouthing her breasts, licking and kissing, gently kneading. The three long blonde sisters stroked Judy's extended body. Judy was writhing and moaning. Ron was fascinated. Faith looked up. "Ron, my sisters and I have a couple rules. No cocks go into our pussies or assholes, and we don't lick each other there either. Anything else goes, pretty much." She gave Judy a loud slurp. Faith abandoned Judy's vulva and rolled to the side. Her place was taken by Ann, who tongued and slurped in new patterns, deeper, faster. Judy shivered. Hope leaned over Judy's head from behind. Their mouths joined and moaned. Hope moved further, her lips on Judy's left breast, and Judy's on hers. They suckled. And groaned loudly into each other's breasts. Their fingers interlocked. Time paused. Hope slid down further. She brought her crotch to Judy's face, bent herself over in a 69 position, and joined Ann in pleasuring Judy's pussy. Faith pulled Ron to the other side of of the king bed. "Show me what you've learned about eating a girl," she said, opening herself wide to him. He demonstrated to the best of his ability, with lips and tongue and fingers and nose. Faith yelled happily. Judy pulled herself away from Hope and Ann and moved toward Faith and Ron, saying, "Hey, make room for me in there." Judy positioned herself, wrapped her legs around Faith's head, and swallowed Ron's cock. He kept his mouth on Faith's spicy pussy. They throbbed together in a triad daisychain. They all became very happy. They all spasmed at about the same time. Ron's eruption blasted into Judy, filling her cheeks, leaking out her lips. She thought: Holy fuck! What a mouthful! She swallowed what she could. They fell apart. Ron flopped onto his back. The three heard grunting and looked over at sisters Hope and Ann. The blondes were locked in a sensuous 69, rocking and pulsing, fingers and tongues playing loving tunes and heartfelt harmonies. At the sight, Ron's hardon revived and pointing skyward. Judy hyperventilated. Faith growled, then sighed and shrugged. "Well, so much for the rules," the oldest sister said. She sat up, straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto his stiffened joystick. "But don't you *dare* cum inside me! Not unless... oooh... not unless... oh fuck... ahhh..." Faith rode Ron methodically, mercilessly. Indeed, Ron did not cum inside her. Judy pulled them apart and sucked him dry just in time. Yes, she REALLY liked his taste. But Ron and the sisters broke that rule later. So much for rules... They eventually rolled slightly apart, then sprawled abed, muttering, sweating, fondling, kissing. Ron snuggled with Faith. The younger girls cuddled together. "Wow, that was great! You all are great!" "You're not so bad yourself, guy, once you've been trained," Hope giggled. "Yeah," Judy chimed in, "all you need is, oh I dunno... dedication, yeah, that's it, just be dedicated to me, to us, especially to me." "You think I'd give this up? You think I'm a brain-dead spad(*), too dumb to know a good thing when it bites his dick? I'm YOURS! Do whatever you want with me!" [* Spad: Local slang for an inmate at the Pacific Colony (asylum for the severely mentally deficient) in Spadra, east of Los Angeles. A retard.] Hope's eyes cast an evil glint. "A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G, Ronnie? You mean that?" The sisters had practiced tying each other up and torturing with tickles and teases. Maybe they could have that sort of fun with Ron, too. Schemes boiled-up behind their eyeballs. The room's atmosphere was charged with electric tension. Judy broke the ominous mood. "Hey, he's my guy! Don't hurt him! Don't scare him off!" She poked a finger at Hope. "And DON'T try that rope-and-feathers trick! Not yet, anyway." Ron looked at Faith. "Uh, can you tell me, how did you gals start, um, having sex with each other? And, do I dare ask -- why me? It's not like we were close before, or anything." Faith stroked his cock. He threatened to revive again. She gave his dickhead a little kiss and faced him. "Why? You mean besides that you're a good guy, and you're hung like a horse, and now you know how to use your cock and tongue and fingers? And that we've known you about all our lives, and you're Judy's friend, and we can trust you? And that you let us measure you and play with you? Besides all that?" Ron nodded. "Yeah sure, besides that, I mean." "Well, it's about Dwight. You stood up to him for us. You kicked his ass. For us!" Hope picked up the thread. "Yeah, back when we were kids, you and Ann were, like, in sixth grade or around there? Remember that?" Yes, he remembered. That WAS back in sixth grade. The Heineckes lived across a quiet street from him in a comfortable suburban development. A big public-school bully, Dwight, picked an afternoon to stand in front of their house and shout that they were shit-eating catlickers, they were gonna be priest-fucking nuns, crap like that. Ron heard him and ran across the road to shut him up. They tussled. "Oh yeah, I remember. Well, I didn't actually kick his *ass*. He shoved me down and jumped on me, and my feet sort of got in the way of his nuts. I ruptured him, a complete accident, that's all." The girls wailed with laughter. Faith kissed his cock again. Dwight went on to be a BMOC (Big Meat On Campus), a football jock, and still an arrogant bully. But he had to consciously keep his voice in low growling range. He normally tended to squeak. Something about damaged testicles... and he hated Ron with a fury. Ron avoided the football jocks. "So that's the big thing, Ron. You're a good guy. You didn't care that we didn't go to school or church or clubs or games or anything together. You didn't care that Dwight could hurt you then or later. You just did the right thing. You're great!" Ron blushed. "Okay, but enough about me. What about you? All the sex?" "Sometimes we all had to sleep in the same bed, like when family came to visit for weeks," Ann explained. "We were used to sharing clothes and showering together. We were in bed without pajamas on hot nights. So we talked, and we started touching, and practiced kissing, and one thing led to another, and... it just seemed natural." Judy rolled to Ron's side. She gently took his cock from Faith's grasp and held on. She looked at Faith, silently asking for permission to talk. Faith nodded slightly. "My folks got me into the glee club. That's where I met the girls. Faith was, like, our section leader, when we found we could sing tight -- our voices just fit together like fingers in a mitten. We practiced together after glee club meetings, here at my home, and at theirs." She stroked his cock, as if reminding herself. "And sometimes it was easier for me to just sleep over. So, I shared their bed, their beds. And when you got a few people in bed, you talk and cuddle and share... and they shared themselves... and we've been tight ever since." Ron looked at Judy, and at Ann. He could almost read them. Judy and Ann both felt... well, not tense exactly, but not totally relaxed, either. A bit of guilt. They were the youngest and newest in their socially-unacceptable club. They'd had the least time to process the taboo-breaking, the least time to accept themselves as liking both cocks and cunts. The older girls were more experienced, more comfortable inside their own skins. Faith prodded Hope. "Too much talk. Not enough tongue. Get over here!" Hope rolled into her older sister, embraced her breast-to-breast, kissed her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, pushing Faith down on her back. Hope scooted between Faith's firm thighs, kissed a path down her legs and back, then nuzzled her vulva. "Oh damn, sis, you smell good!" She licked slowly, in and down and around, then probed her tongue deep into Faith's center. "Taste damn good, too! Not quite like Ann, sure not like Judy. Mmmm, gotta have some more!" Hope's tongue swirled and danced and dove. Faith groaned appreciatively. Ann watched her sisters' loving lustful connection. She felt her pulse race, her skin redden, her pussy moisten. She knew she had to be there too. Ann moved to Faith's side, leaned over her, kissed her breasts and her moaning mouth, while Hope continued to drive her onward, wriggling between her legs. Faith, writhing under the oral assault, held her youngest sister's face. "Yes," she gasped to Ann. Ann stretched her long legs across Faith's tanned torso. On her knees, she straddled Faith's honey head. Faith grimaced with pleasure. She reached up to hold Ann's soft breasts, so like her own. She pulled her little sister down. Hope's tongue caressed Faith's pussy. With wide-open eyes, she watched from behind as Ann's descended onto Faith's mouth. She saw Faith's tongue extend to touch Ann's engorged labia. Ann’s pink rosebud winked at her. Faith became a conduit of love. Her tongue, an extension of Hope's. Her pussy, an extension of Ann's. The three sisters merged into a loving chain, a chain of flesh and emotion, of past and present and future. Sisters, all the way. A taste of honey. Ron and Judy almost felt left out. "Look at them," Judy whispered. Ron rolled Judy onto her knees and pulled her butt up into the air. He knelt behind her, aimed his cock at her wet pussy, and slid in smoothly, fully -- and then stopped. They groaned softly. "They have something special. Something of their own. Something that's only theirs," Ron whispered back. "But we have something special, too." He slowly pulled out, and pushed back in, and stopped again. They moaned in unison. "You have me, and I have you." And the sisters had each other.