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Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 01

By: SusanJillParker



Saved and born again, Tommy and his sexy sister, Christine, find religion by having sex with their religious mother, Helen, and their father, Henry. God help them.

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Eighteen-year-old Tommy was no longer satisfied with seeing furtive, up skirt peeks of his sexy sister, Christine's panties, up nightgown glimpses of her blonde pussy, down blouse views of her bra and cleavage, and down nightgown sights of her C cup breasts. Wanting to go for broke, going all in, and willing to take the risk to see it all, the reason why he snuck in his sister's bedroom hide in her closet, he hoped to watch her strip naked in readiness for her shower. Not an easy thing to do, chickening out several times before, he waited for the right opportunity to sneak in her room undetected to hide. He listened to where she was and where his parents were in the house before hiding in her closet. Not wanting his mother, father, and/or sister seeing him hiding in his sister's bedroom, he didn't want to be caught before he even got into position.

Against his better judgment, having been brought up better than this, his parents would be so very disappointed in him if they knew their son was a pervert. Yet, hiding behind the shroud of his religion, Tommy knew that his father was just as incestuously perverted as he was when it came to his daughter, Christine. No matter, not really caring what his parents thought of him for the thrill of seeing his sister naked, he allowed his perversity to get the better of him. He was so horny, horny enough to risk being caught by his sister and reported to his parents for peeping.

Beside himself with lust for her, tired of imagining what she looked like naked, just once he wanted to see his sister without her clothes so that he could masturbate over all that he saw of her. Was it too much to want to see his sister naked when she's been teasing him with flashes of her perfect body? Was it too much to want to see his sister naked when she's been naked in front of so very many of her boyfriends? Playing the part of the good girl in front of her parents, privy to the stories of her sexual promiscuity, he knew his sister was a slut. As if she's a prostitute, every week she has a new man coming to the door.

Now too late to change his mind, he was already in place in her closet hiding while waiting for her to come upstairs, walk in her bedroom, and change out of her clothes. Through the closet that shared the exterior wall and that hung over the stairway below, he could hear their father in the downstairs hall talking to his daughter, his innocent, little pet.

"Christine, honey, do you have a minute?" Her father stared at his daughter as if she was naked.

"I always have time for you, Daddy," she said from the top of the stairs.

Listening to their exchange, Tommy imagined from the short skirt that his sister was wearing and from where she was standing above her father on the staircase, that her father had a good view of his daughter's panties. Whenever she was wearing a skirt as short as she was wearing now, Tommy had the habit of engaging his sister in conversation when she was nearly at the top of the stairs and he was standing below. As if she was an American Idol contestant or one of The Voice singers standing high above on stage while wearing a short skirt with the audience below, in the way her father was doing now, Tommy detained her just to ogle her panties. She didn't have to lean or bend for him to see her sexy underwear. Either she was clueless that he could see her bikini panties or she just didn't care that she was flashing him her bikini panties.

"I've been meaning to talk to you and other than just blurting it all out, I'm not sure how else to say this," he said with hesitation.

"What is it Daddy? What's wrong? You look so troubled," she said no doubt feigning her sincerity in the way that she always does whatever she wants something from her father.

With his life highlighted by religion, Henry looked at his daughter and gave her a fatherly smile before being taken over by the Devil and giving her a leering look.

"I know it's something you do when you're young," he said with a shrug. "Embarrassed to say this to my own daughter, but you've been dressing like a slut lately."

"Daddy? Did you just call me a slut?" She looked as if she was about to cry.

"No, I didn't call you a slut Christine. I'd never call you, my own daughter a slut. I said that you've been dressing like one," he said expressively talking with his hands as if he was sharing a story in church with his congregation. "You've been dressing very inappropriately lately young lady," he said pointing his finger of righteousness at her as if she was still his little girl in junior high school instead of an adult in college. 

"What do you mean Daddy?"

'As if she didn't know, she knew exactly what he meant,' thought Tommy listening to them talking from his sister's closet.

Ready to go to her room to change out of her clothes in preparation for her shower, she looked down at herself from her perched position high up on the stairs before dropping the towel that she was holding in her hand and carrying up for her shower. With her back to him, she turned from her father to pick up her towel. Being the cheerleader that she is on her college football team, as if she was about to do a cheerleading move, a handstand, a cartwheel, or a somersault, she bent at the waist to retrieve her dropped towel. As if he was choking on a fishbone, her father's eyes nearly popped out of his head when having such a view of his daughter's bikini clad pussy and ass.

"That's precisely what I mean Christine, precisely what I mean," he said pointing at her panties as if he was the panty police. "Your skirt is so short, way too short, Christine. Every time you move you flash me your panties," said her father adjusting his emerging erection when his daughter away from her father to look down at herself.

"Eww, Daddy. You saw my panties? I'm so embarrassed," she said with a look of shocked surprise while feigning embarrassment without turning red.

"Honestly Christine, I tried not to look but when you bent from the waist to pick up your towel while standing at the top of the stairs, instead of squatting down as a lady should, I couldn't help myself from seeing all that you were immodestly and immorally showing. You must understand sweetheart, from my vantage point, it was impossible for me not to see your pretty, pink, bikini panties," said her father slowly as if he was verbalizing her pretty, pink, bikini panties in a sexual fantasy. "I hope you don't bend like that outside or at the mall in front of men?"

He looked at his daughter as if she was a seven course meal and he was a starving man. No doubt imagining his her giving men a free show of her panties while walking up the escalator or shopping for shoes at the shoe store, it was obvious by his stiffening erection that he was sexually attracted to his daughter. Obviously, if just seeing Christine's panties so sexually excited him, it wouldn't take much more for her father to want have sex with her.

"Sorry Daddy. Thank you for telling me. I'll be more careful the next time. I'm always cognizant of my short skirt. I always squat down when I drop something outside and, unless I'm wearing jeans, I never bend or lean forward while going up the escalator," she said leaning back, no doubt, her way to continue to tease her father by giving him a better view of her panties. "Too comfortable in my own home and trusting you not to look, I just wasn't thinking," said Christine with a shrug and a sexy smile. 

'A dumb blonde wrapped in a stripper's body, she was nothing but a big tease,' thought Tommy while listening to their inane conversation. 'Getting everything that she wanted and needed from her father by flashing her sexy body to him, accustomed to controlling men by giving them what they all hoped to see of her, maybe she wasn't so dumb after all.'

Whether deliberately or unintentionally, he couldn't count the number of times his naughty sister flashed him her panties, her pussy, her bra, and her tits, especially whenever she needed a favor. This time, by hiding in her closet, instead of just seeing glimpses of her, he'll see everything of her. Tonight, with her not knowing that he's hiding in her closet, when she strips off her clothes, he'll see his sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to see Christine naked.

He wished he was downstairs looking up at her when she flashed their father her panties. Always a sexy show to see his sister flashing, if he left his hiding space in the closet and walked out of her room to peek down the stairs at her, she'd hear the floor creak and know that he was snooping in her room. As if he was a second story burglar planning a jewelry heist, he was so nervous. Not daring to move, he doubted that he'd be able to stay quiet long enough while waiting for her to enter her room and watch her strip out of her clothes.

'What the Hell is she doing now? Just come upstairs and strip, God damn it!' Impatiently he waited while wondering where she was and what she was doing.

With her shoes filling the closet floor and nowhere for him to stand but to stand on her shoes, filled with way too many clothes, there was little room in her closet for him to hide. He could barely close her closet door with him in it and as soon as she opened her closet door, she'd see him. Hoping she'd undress before opening her closet door, he was willing to be caught red-handed peeping on his sister to see her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to see Christine naked.

As if he was hiding in department store clothing racks again while peering up women's skirts, allowing her clothes to support his weight, leaning back against her apparels was the most comfortable position he found. A good thing that she preferred wooden hangers to plastic ones, he just hoped that the rack of her hung clothes supported his weight and didn't break. If the rod broke and her clothes came crashing down, a real tragedy for his sister to discover him hiding in her closet before the show even began, he'd alarm the whole family and they'd all know what he was doing there in her closet. 

'Where the Hell is she? What's taking her so long to come upstairs? Maybe she's not done flashing Daddy her panties', he thought. 'Maybe she's sitting on his lap again and kissing him in the way she does whenever she wants something. She's such an incestuous slut,' he said even though he was the one hiding in his sister's closet.

A good, religious girl before, as soon as she turned 18-years-old and started college, she became a slut. Whenever her mother wasn't around to see, as if giving her father a lap dance, she knew how to get whatever she wanted from her father by just sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. Filing his nostrils with her pheromones, her father always rested his hands on her hips when she wore jeans or on her naked thighs when she wore a short skirt. Tommy figured that his father no doubt wished they were both naked when Christine sat on his lap. Sometimes, acting as if it was accidently, he'd reach his hand up to brush back his hair and deliberately brush his hand against her breasts. With Christine being that slut that she is, as soon as her father's hand deliberately brushed by her breasts, her nipples made their erect appearance through her bra and top, that is when she was wearing a bra. Then, when she stood to thank him for whatever he gave her or did for her, doing everything but humping her father, she'd give him a pelvis to pelvis, full body hug.

"Thank you Daddy," she'd say.

As far as he was concern with the acorn not falling far from the tree, Christine was just as horny as was their father and Tommy knew that he was much like his father in his horniness for his sister too. Only, not the incestuous slut that he wish she was, Christine's horniness wasn't for him or for his father. She saved herself for her dozens of boyfriends and freely gave herself to them. Yet, for the benefit of whatever she could get from her Daddy, she played her father's incestuous game by allowing him to touch her and feel her. The only member of this family who wasn't bitten by the incestuous bug was his mother, Helen, Saint Helen, the name his father called his too religious, God loving and Devil fearing wife.

Perhaps born to be incestuously wild, Tommy wondered if his sexual desire for his sister and for his mother, for that matter, was something that he inherited from his father. Maybe his father had a thing for his sister and/or his mother back when he was Tommy's age. He had no idea if that was the case as his parents never discussed sex or anything sexual. Everything that they talked about was religion, God, or the Devil. For people who were so openly religious, referencing the Devil more than they did God, they talked about the Devil a lot. 

Always pressing her big tits against him and kissing him on the lips, albeit without tongues, with the daughter getting everything from her father and the son getting much less, Tommy knew his father groped his daughter, especially when playing their game of tickle and tease. For such an outspokenly religious man, their father more walked down the path with the Devil than up the road with God. Always so stealthily sneaky, from his clandestine, squatting perch on the stairs to peek in the living room, Tommy's seen his father inappropriately touch his sister before when they thought that no one was looking.

Slow to react to his horny hands, she'd always pretend that she didn't know her father was inappropriately touching her but of course she knew. How could she not feel a hand moving up her short sweater that rested on her bra clad breast or that moved beneath her short skirt and that remained poised on her panty clad ass? Whenever he thought he was alone with her daughter, especially when she wore her short, up blouse top without a bra, chasing her around the house and with her allowing him to catch her, his father always played his game of tickle and tease. His surefire way of seeing and feeling his daughter's breasts, she only wore that top when she really wanted something from her Daddy. No doubt, his father wants his daughter just as much as he wants his sister.

'Hard enough to wait for her, I can't stay here much longer in this little space,' he thought. 'With my legs beginning to cramp, I'm amazed by the things that I do for sex.'

Always sneezing when he was nervous or anxious, what if he sneezed? Cursed with smelly flatulence, especially after having had hot dogs and beans for dinner, what if he burped or farted? With all her perfume that permeated her clothes and closet, a mixture of floral scents, what if he had an allergic reaction and had to cough and/or sneeze? Coughing and sneezing would cause him to fart? 

So long as he got to see his sexy sister naked, desperate enough and despicable enough for him to hide in her closet, he didn't care if his sister caught him hiding in her closet so long as she didn't tell his Mom and Dad that he peeped on his sexy sister stripping naked. Yet, if she did tell their parents, seeing her naked would be well worth whatever punishment they'd dish out and whatever beating his sister would give him for spying on her. Definitely, for him to see her naked, she was well worth the shit storm that he'd have to endure to survive this crazy family.

Thinking about changing his mind and leaving her closet and her room at the last minute, he waited and listened for her to come up from downstairs to walk in her bedroom. Only, too late. As if catching him by surprise, not hearing her walk along the hall, when she finally entered her room and snapped on the light, it was too late to reconsider his incestuous plan of voyeurism and leave her closet. Now as much part of the show in his voyeurism as she was in her exhibitionism, he didn't dare move.

Even if he wanted to move, packed in her closet as if he were a passenger on a Japanese subway, he couldn't move even if he wanted to move. As if he was an assassin for the Mafia, he didn't breathe while he watched his sister through her louvered closet doors aimlessly walk around her bedroom. She only stopped walking to look at herself in the mirror. In love with herself and in the way she looked at herself, she was always looking at herself in the mirror. With her having that kind of supermodel and beauty queen look, one of the beautiful people, if only she had money or rubbed elbows with those who did, easily, she could have been one of those kept women that he saw during the Grand Prix race in Monaco.

Mesmerized watching her, he stared at his sexy sister as if he was the one hypnotized by her. As if his incestuous leer commanded her to obey, she stood in front of her full length mirror and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. This was it. This was really it. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was undressing.

Finally this was the moment that he's been waiting to see. Finally, he'll get to watch his sexy, big sister strip naked. Finally, after all the peeping and spying he's done on his sister and all the flashing she's given him, whether flashing him deliberately or unintentionally, he was going to see all that he hoped to see of her in one, prolonged, striptease flash. Hoping she'd take her sweet time and not rush her striptease, with just four clothing items limiting him from seeing her naked, he couldn't wait to watch her remove her blouse and skirt before she removed her bra and panty. The best day of his life, he'll be masturbating over this wonderful day and the sexy images of his sister's naked body for the rest of his life.

With his unobstructed view of her reflection in the full length mirror, he could clearly see not only the back of her but also the front of her too. His hiding place in her closet was the perfect place to give him a nearly a 360 degree, sexy show. Reluctant at first, fearing the worst that he'd be detected before she even unbuttoned a button or unzipped a zipper, he was now glad that he decided to hide in her closet. Having wasted so much time and energy masturbating over up skirt views of her panties, up nightgown views of her pussy, down blouse views of her bra, and down nightgown views of her tits, today was the day that he'd finally see all of her in one prolonged, striptease show. He only wished he had thought of hiding in her closet sooner. He only wished he could record her stripping without her seeing the red light of his camcorder.

As if she was a customer in a department store, he watched his sister walking around her room touching this and looking at that. He watched her pull out her new, sexy, low cut, short, sheer nightgown from the dresser drawer and he couldn't wait to watch her strip naked to wear that. Never even seeing her in her nightgown, as if she's a modest virgin, which she's not, she always walked around the house wearing a bathrobe, probably because of their horny father being too free with his hands. In the way that he leers at his daughter, his father stares at his daughter as if he's a terrorist about to plant a bomb or detonate his vest. Holding her nightgown up in front of her as if it was a gown and she was going to the ball, turning one way and then the other, she stood in front of her full length mirror looking at herself.

Always staring at herself, she looked in the mirror a lot, so much that he wondered if she had narcissistic personality disorder. Always checking her hair, her clothes, her teeth, and her makeup, her favorite person to see, she was obviously enamored with herself. With so many people in the world hungry, homeless, poor, and/or infirmed, she should have a problem. She doesn't have a clue what it is for her to have a problem. Pampered and isolated, a bad day for her is a bad hair day or a broken fingernail.


Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 01



Finally, she resumed unbuttoning her blouse again. One slow button at a time, while looking up at the ceiling as if contemplating her day, he watched his sexy sister unbutton her blouse as if she was giving him a personal striptease show. In the way that she was so dumb, she reminded him of Penny of the Big Bang Theory television show played by Kaley Cuoco, only his sister was better looking with a much better body. More than feeling naughty, yet all part of the sexual suspense, he felt wicked to secretly invade his sister's privacy by watching her undress.

A sexual fantasy that he wished was his reality, complicit in their unspoken, incestuous, sexual desire for one another, it would be so much more erotic if she knew he was there hiding in her closet and about to watch her undress. How hot would that be if she knew that he was watching her? With her knowing that he was there in her room and hiding in her closet, it would be so much more sexually exciting for her to continue undressing when knowing her baby brother was there hiding in her closet while watching her strip naked. Wow! Only, not as twisted as he was in his incestuous desire for him as he was for her, he knew that his sister didn't want him in the way that he wanted her and that his father wanted her. In the way she was always so hot, horny, willing, ready, and able to have sex with other men, any man but him, he wished he was any man other than her brother.

More than just watching her stripping off her clothes, always wishing he could take the next step with his sister, he wished he could have sex with her. If ever she gave him the green light or if ever he found her drunk or high enough on drugs for her not to know who was undressing her, without guilt, reservation, or hesitation, he'd strip her naked and have sex with her. Only, in the way that he continually sexually fantasized about having sex with his mother, something that would never happen, having sex with his sister was just a sexual fantasy too. The only thing better than having sex with his slutty sister would be to have sex with his God loving and Devil fearing mother.

Just for the sake of bringing her down from Heaven to Earth with the rest of the mere mortals, he'd love to strip his mother naked. He'd love to watch her fall to her knees in front of him in the way she falls to her knees when she prays to God and take him in her mouth. In the way that his father, no doubt, would love for his sister to suck him, he'd love for his mother to blow him. Knowing sex with his sister and/or his mother would never happen, not nearly the same, he'd have to be content with seeing one or the other naked while being sexually satisfied to masturbate his incestuous lust in a tissue.

Standing directly across from her louvered, closet doors where he hid among her hanging clothes, wherever she moved in her room, whether facing him or not, Tommy could see his sister undressing. He could see the back and the right side of his sister from the closet and the front of his sister when facing him and in the reflection of her full, length mirror when not facing him. This was it. This was really it. This was really going to happen as planned. She was undressing. She was going to strip herself naked while he watched.

'Thank you Jesus,' he thought to himself in the way that his mother was always thanking Jesus for every little thing.

Knowing nothing he did ever worked out as planned, he couldn't believe his horny eyes while watching his sister undressing. Hiding in her closet was really working. Thank God she didn't open the closet first. Thank God she somehow didn't detect him in her room and in her closet. Thank God he hasn't coughed, sneezed, burped, or farted. Finally, he was going to see his sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, she was standing only a few feet from him while mindlessly undressing.

Knowing her routine and that she'd strip naked in readiness for her shower, she was going to give him a sexy show of her hot, naked body. He stared at her as if trying to remember every fold of her soft skin and every curve of her shapely figure to masturbate over later. Finally, after she teased him with up skirts of her panties, up nightgowns of her pussy, down blouses of her bra, and down nightgowns of her tits, he was finally going to see his sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to see his sexy sister naked. In the way that he couldn't wait to see her naked body, he only wished she'd want to see his naked body too. 

The perfect plan, once undressed and wearing nothing but her bathrobe, when she left her room to take her shower, he'd sneak out of her room and go in his room to masturbate over all that he saw of her. Having missed so many of her prior, free striptease shows, he only wished he had thought of salaciously spying on his sexy sister sooner. He only wished he had one of those spy cameras to record her undressing but knowing her as he did, suspicious of men and especially of him, she'd find the pinhole camera no matter where he hid it in her room. Yet, glad that he thought of the perfect plan of hiding in her closet and that his plan was working splendidly without a hitch, he couldn't wait until his sister was naked.

He watched her unbuttoning her blouse while wishing that he could feel her big tits through her blouse and bra while kissing her. Even if unable to touch her, feel her, and caress her through her clothes, where before he only imagined her undressing while masturbating over his imagined images, he was satisfied to finally watch her undress. Button by slow button, as if she knew he was there hiding in her closet, he imagined she was purposely giving him a slow, sexy striptease show. Or, giving herself a show, was this how she always undressed?

Wiggling and sashaying her body while pacing in front of the mirror, as if she was slow dancing to an imagined music in her head, Christine unbuttoned her blouse to expose her long, line of cleavage and her sexy, low cut bra. He stared at the roundness of her breasts that her too small bra exposed nearly down to her areolas. Whenever she leaned forward and whichever way she moved, he could clearly see her areolas and the top of her nipples down her low cut bra. Just as he watched her, obviously in love with herself in the way that he was with her, she looked at herself in the mirror in the way that he watched her in the mirror. Imagining that she was modeling for him, the star of her own show, he watched his sister staring at herself in the mirror.

A full, shapely C cup, his sister had big tits with big nipples and he could clearly see the impressions her big nipples made through her bra. He'd give anything to finger her nipples through her bra before sucking her nipples through her bra. Even though she was his big sister, especially being that she was his big sister, especially now that she was standing there in her unbuttoned blouse and exposed bra, Tommy wished he could feel his sister's tits through her blouse and bra while French kissing her. Imagining she was expressly undressing for him, Christine removed her blouse from her beautiful body and tossed her top on her bed. Now instead of having to settle for furtive glimpses of her pink bra with sneaky, down blouse views, she was standing right there not a dozen feet away from him in her sexy, low cut, pink brassiere. 

'Wow!'

An incestuous, sexual fantasy come true, Tommy held his breath while watching his sister reach around herself to unbutton and unzip her short skirt. This was it, his favorite view to see, even better than seeing her in her barely there bikini, as if she was his very own personal Victoria's Secret angel without the wings and the halo, he was about to see his sister in her bikini panty and low cut bra. As if falling in slow motion in concert to the instant reaction his body had to seeing his sister in her panty and bra, her skirt fell to the floor in precision to him getting an erection in his jeans.

Attired in a matching set, there she was standing before him in her pink, bikini panty and pink, low cut bra. Finally, always wanting to see it more closely, he was privy to the new tattoo that she had just above her ass crack. A tattoo that she refused to show him, no matter how much he begged her to see, for feigned modesty sake was her reasoning, it was an arrow with writing in bold, italic that read, Outgoing Only. Apparently not into anal sex, his sister was such a sexy slut nonetheless. If his father ever saw her tattoo, insane with lust for her, he imagined he'd rape his daughter and force her to have anal sex with him. A religious zealot, his father was just as twisted by the Devil as his mother was crazed over Jesus and as some Muslims are with Jihad.

Not nearly enough to just watch her undressing and stripping herself naked, he'd give anything to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her, and to strip her naked himself while fondling her where no little brother should ever fondle his big sister. Risking being caught, well worth the consequences he'd face if being detected hiding in her closet, if only just this one time, he needed to see his sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to see his sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, he's waited so long and masturbated so much over the erotic thoughts of imagining his big sister naked. Now, finally, he was about to see Christine naked. He'll be masturbating over seeing her naked for the rest of his life.

In readiness to masturbate over the naked images of his sister in the clump of tissues that he held in his other hand, as if his sister was there kneeling before him in her closet, he slowly and quietly unzipped himself and pulled out his cock. Rather than him degrading himself by masturbating over her and having her know the pervert that he is, should she catch him hiding there, he wished she'd hide in his closet to watch him strip naked while she masturbated over him. Only seeing the female sex from his point of view, why is it always the men who are perverts and not the women? How come his sister doesn't peep on him in the way that he peeps on her? Wishing she'd lust over him in the way that he lusts over her, he'd love to show her his big prick. He wished he knew what it felt like for his sister to hold his cock in her hand and stroke him before taking him in her mouth. He wished he knew what it felt like to be inside of his sister while having his wicked way with her big tits. 

Silently while careful not to make a sound, he slowly stroked himself to his sister parading around her bedroom in her barely there underwear. Better than watching a Victoria's Secrets, underwear model on a television commercial and better than masturbating over a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model or a bathing bikini beauty, the images of his nearly naked sister walking around in her panty and bra permanently etched a sexy imprint in his head. Now that he's seen what she looks like in her panty and bra, he'll never again have to imagine what she looks like in her sexy underwear. He'll be masturbating over this sexy sight of her parading around in her lingerie every day and every night. Only with his voyeuristic plan prematurely coming to an end, upsetting his perfectly, perverted plan in hoping to see his sister naked, he forgot that she'd need to open her closet door to retrieve her bathrobe.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What do I do now?'

How could he forget that? He's such a dumb shit. She'll never strip naked without first getting her bathrobe. In the way that he does, hoping his mother and/or his sister will catch him naked, she'd never walk from her room to the bathroom or from the bathroom to her bedroom naked. Ruined, her naked striptease show is ruined. Now, unless he barged in the bathroom while she was stepping out of the shower or barged in her bedroom while she was removing her nightgown, in the way that he once did to his mother, he'll never see his sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, his perverted plan to see his sister naked was ruined.

Closing his eyes while cringing at the shit storm heading his way and bracing himself for the physical assault that his bitchy sister would surely give him for merely seeing her in her underwear, never mind naked, Christine had her hand on her closet doorknob poised to open it. Holding his breath, he hoped beyond hope that she'd look the other way while mindlessly reaching in her closet for her bathrobe and wouldn't see him standing there in the dark closet with his hand around his erection. Hoping for the best while expecting the worst, maybe when she saw his cock, she'd want him. Imagining his sexy sister being so taken by his erection, he hoped she'd embrace him, reach out and touch him, and stroke him instead of beating him. Imagining her falling to her knees to blow him in the way she's blown so many of her boyfriends, he continued stroking himself over the thoughts of exposing his cock to his sister when she opened her closet door. If he couldn't see her naked, maybe him flashing his cock to her is just as good. Maybe if he flashed her his cock, she'd forgive him for peeping on her.

In a desperate move to somehow hide within her clothes, he fell back further within her closet. Yet, with her closet so jam packed full of her clothes, bouncing his body off of them, and with him too big and her closet too small for him to stealthily hide without being detected anyway, seeing his sister in her underwear was the best that he could do. He'd have to settle for seeing her in her sexy pink bra and her pink bikini panty while continuing to imagine her naked as he endlessly masturbated over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her naked body. If nothing else, at least he got to see her in her sexy underwear.

To be continued...



Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 02



Just as he thought that his sister Christine was about to open her closet door, she didn't. Just as he thought that he was about to be discovered hiding in her closet and beaten to a bloody pulp by his always angry sister, Tommy had a reprieve when her cell phone played "Sugarland's Stuck Like Glue." The chance he needed to make good his escape, figuring she'd take the phone with her in the bathroom, he couldn't when she remained in her room to take the call.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi, Jason," she said excitedly in the way of a schoolgirl impatiently waiting to be invited to her high school prom. Quickly controlling her excited tone, she played it cool by trying not to show how excited she was to talk to him, her new Mr. Dreamboat. "How are you?"

She curled her hair around her finger as if it was Jason's hand touching her long, blonde, lush, beautiful hair.

"A barbeque? Really? When? This Sunday? Gee, I don't know," she said pumping her arm in victory as if she had just won a tennis match while listening to what he had to say on the other end.

"It's such short notice. Why Sunday instead of Saturday, may I ask? Nude Day? Really? No kidding. This Sunday is Nude Day? I didn't know that. I had no idea," she said rolling her eyes. "With my parents being so morally religious, I've never celebrated that holiday."

"Naked? Everyone attending must get naked? Really. No kidding. Wow. It sounds like fun," she said pumping her fist again. "Duh. It's a naked Nude Day barbeque. Of course. Gotcha. I see. Cool. Maybe I should wear an apron incase I'm standing too close to the grill cooking," she said with a laugh.

"How many people will be attending? Wow! What did you invite the whole town?" She laughed her sexy laugh instead of her annoying little laugh. "Gees, I don't know Jason. I could probably get naked in front of you and a few others," she said touching herself between her legs and through her panties as if imagining herself naked in front of Jason and him touching her instead of her touching herself. 

Tommy watched his sister rubbing herself in the way that he wished he could touch her, feel her, and rub her. She listened to Jason talking before speaking.

"I don't know if I can get naked in front of all of those people. Yeah, that's true, with so many other naked people, I'll just blend," she said making a face.

In the way his sexy sister looks, always a standout beauty, she'd never just blend.

"Let me think about it. Okay. Bye," she said hanging up her phone and jumping around the room in her panty and bra with joy.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. I can't believe that Jason invited me to a Nude Day, naked barbeque. Men, men, men. I can't wait to get naked in front of all of those horny, young men. I can't wait to see all of those cocks begging to be sucked and fucked," she said. "Wait until they see my God given body, especially the ones who haven't already seen me naked," she said under her breath. "I'll be the sexy star of the Nude Day revue show. No one has a better body than me," she said looking at herself in the mirror while turning one way before turning the other.

Obviously for Tommy to be hiding in her closet, he wholeheartedly agreed that his sister had the best body that he still hoped to see naked. As soon as Christine hung up her call with Jason, reading text messages received from her girlfriends, no doubt about the Nude Day naked barbeque, she was on the phone calling her best friend Amanda.

"You're not going to believe who just called me Amanda. Jason just called me. What? Seriously? He did? He called you too? No kidding. Really? Oh," she said unable to conceal her disappointment.

Always upbeat, in control, and positive, Tommy watch sadness take over her face. More importantly, she stopped touching herself to focus more on her cell phone conversation.

"No, um, I just thought he was asking me out on a date but I guess he wasn't. He was just inviting me to the Nude Day barbeque along with everyone else in the town," she said with a shrug. 

She stopped talking to listen to her friend.

"What? Me? No, of course not. I'm not interested in him at all. You can go after him if you want. With an entire Nude Day celebration of naked men, there's plenty of other fish in the sea. Just don't get mad if he wants me instead of you. Why? He likes blondes," she said with a laugh.

She stayed quiet while listening to Amanda talking again. The two of them talked a lot on their cell phones. They could be talking on the phone for hours and, especially now that she's not removing anymore of her clothes and stripping naked, he didn't know if he could stay cooped up in her closet much longer. What to do? Should he stay or should he leave?

"Are you going to go? Me? I don't know. I haven't decided. I told him that I needed to think about it. How many are going? Wow. Cool. To be honest, I just don't know if I can strip naked in front of all of those people," she said rolling her eyes again.

Knowing his sister for the slut that she was, she'd walk around naked in front of the whole town if she could without being arrested. Tommy watched his sexy sister looking at herself in the mirror while endlessly talking on her cell phone. He knew if she was talking to Amanda that it would be a long conversation. Worth being caught and taking a beating from her to see her naked, his last hope of seeing her without her clothes, he hoped she'd get undressed while talking to Amanda on the phone. Only, he seriously didn't think that she'd undress while on her phone.

Turning from side to side, she no doubt thought of getting naked in front of Jason and everyone else for Nude Day in the way that she was looking at herself now. She looked at her underwear clad body as if she was wearing a bikini or imagining herself naked. Sucking in her already flat, toned stomach and pushing out her oversized breasts, she turned one way before turning the other. Then she turned around and leaned forward to look at the roundness of her panty clad ass in the mirror. His sister was such a whore but he was glad that she was giving him such a show in her underwear. 

As if she was a bikini model, Tommy was enjoying the sexy lingerie modeling show. If only his sister knew he was hiding in her closet, he'd have Hell to pay. Enjoying the sexy show now for the retribution he'd receive later, so long as she strips naked, whatever punishment she doles out will be worth it. Nonetheless, the sexy striptease, bra and panty show she was giving him, the continued thought behind his focused stares was that he'd love to feel her through her panty and bra while kissing her and undressing her. Knowing that would never happen, willing to seeing her in her panty and bra, the best that he could hope for was that she'd strip naked before opening her closet door and finding him.

"Tell me and be honest. Could you really get naked in front of all those people?"

She waited while listening for Amanda to respond.

"Yeah, I suppose I could get naked so long as everyone else was naked too. I mean, it is Nude Day after all. Yeah, that's true too. We'll probably all be drunk. I could always hide in the water until my skin wrinkled and I turned blue," she said with a laugh.

She remained silent while giving Amanda a chance to speak.

"Now that I think more about it, I don't know if I could get naked in front of all of those people," she said making an excited face in the mirror that told him that she couldn't wait to get naked in front of everyone. "My bikini? That's not nearly the same as being naked Amanda," she laughed. "Fully covered, my bikini hides all the faults of my body, not that I have any," she said with a laugh and a toss her hair with her head.

With his leg cramping and no telling how much longer she'd be on the phone, Tommy was ready to bolt from her closet, run from her room, and hide somewhere outside where she couldn't find him until she cooled down. Just as he was ready to flee, forgetting all about his cramped leg, she unsnapped her bra.

"Wearing my barely there bikini is one thing but parading around naked in front of strangers is something else," she said unsnapping her front snapping bra one handed to expose her big breasts to the mirror's reflection and to the horny eyes of her brother.

'Oh my God,' thought Tommy as if finally finding religion. 'Thank you Jesus.'

As if her front snapping bra was the gates to Heaven that opened in slow motion just for him, Tommy imagined hearing the music to Beethoven's Symphony No. 9, Opus 125, Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee, from Choral, "Ode to Joy," in the background that heralded his sister showing her perfect tits.

Definitely, if he adored anything, he adored his sister's big boobs. He watched his sister wiggle her left arm out of her left bra strap before taking the phone in her other hand to remove her bra from her right arm and toss it on the bed. Topless now, unable to believe his horny eyes, his sister was topless.

In the way that he saw his mother's big tits when he burst in her bedroom while she was undressing, now he saw his sister's big tits too. His sexual fantasy finally coming true, her big tits were right there only a few feet away from him. If seeing his sister in her panty and bra wasn't enough, seeing her naked tits was worth any beating that she could give him and any punishment that his parents would give him.

Ambidextrous in stripping herself naked, not missing a word of her cell phone conversation, she returned the phone to her favored hand, her right hand. Then, while still talking on the phone, she walked to her dresser and picked up her hairbrush. She returned to the full length mirror to look at herself and stare at her tits while brushing her hair. Mesmerized by the movement of her breasts, as if he kept time to his sordid action, he stroked his cock to her brushing her hair. 

Amanda was hogging the cell phone conversation now. He could hear her talking and laughing whenever his sister held the phone away from her ear to do something or reach for something. It was easier to focus on his sister's breasts while she remained silent to listen to Amanda. Yet with Christine not talking but listening, he'd have a better chance of being detected. Hoping she'd remove her panties too, he needed not to make a sound.

Brushing her hair while talking on her cell phone, accustomed to multi-tasking especially when driving and while talking and/or texting on the cell phone, Christine brushed her long, blonde, lush hair in front of the full length mirror. Exchanging hands with the phone and the hairbrush, she brushed the other side of her beautiful hair, fifty strokes on one side and fifty strokes on the other side. As if mesmerized by the sight of her perfectly round areolas and hypnotized by the sight of her pink nipples, Tommy watched his sister's breasts bouncing and jiggling. As if her tits kept a dancing beat to her brushing her hair, he continued slowly stroking his cock to the movement of her big boobs.

Knowing he'd be detected as soon as she stopped brushing her hair and opened her closet door to retrieve her robe, he wished he had the forethought to toss her robe out on her bed before she walked in her room or while she was busy talking on the phone. Yet, if he had tossed out her robe now, no doubt, she'd see him open her closet door and toss out her robe. Careful not to ejaculate cum in her closet, he slowed his stroking. Too dark in the closet to see what he was doing, already defiling his sister enough by peeping on her, he didn't want to cum all over her clothes too. She'd freak out if he ejaculated his sperm in her closet. Besides, wanting to savor the moment, he needed to see her naked before ejaculating his lust for his sister in his tissues. He just hoped that he could remain quiet while cumming.

"Wait. What was I thinking? My parents would never allow me to go. No way! You know them. Bordering on zealots, they're both religious freaks. As if they're Amish, Mennonite, or Mormon, they think that anything fun is inspired by the Devil trying to take over my soul," she said with a laugh. "They'd never allow me to have any fun, especially something deemed so sexual in the way of stripping off my clothes to celebrate the naked Nude Day holiday. They never allow me to do anything."

With each one giving the other a chance to speak, she listened to Amanda in silence and without interrupting her as she always did and as Amanda returned the courtesy when talking to her on the cell phone. With her twirling her hair with her finger again, she must be thinking of Jason naked, thought Tommy. In the way that she's already sucked and fucked so very many men, she must be thinking about sucking Jason's cock before fucking him. She must really want to go to this Nude Day barbeque.

"I don't know what to do Amanda. They'll never allow me to go and I don't dare lie to my Daddy."

Knowing that his parents would never allow her to go, maybe if he plotted and planned a way for her to go, his idea would save him from a beating and from her telling her parents that he was hiding in her closet while peeping on her undressing. Without doubt, avoiding a beating, her really wanting to go to the Nude Day barbeque was something that he could use to his advantage when she discovered him hiding in her closet. He just needed to think of a way to get her to go. Who knows, maybe if he thought of a perfect plan, she'd be grateful enough to have sex with him as her gratitude and as his blackmail for lying to her father.

"I know I'm twenty-one-years-old Amanda but Daddy gives me the drill that, so long that I'm still living under his roof and he's supporting me, paying for my car, my cell phone, and my college tuition, blah, blah. I know, I know," she said staying quiet to listen to her friend.

"Actually, if it wasn't for my mother and my annoying, little brother always being around, I could persuade my father to allow me to go," she said twirling her hair around her finger in the way she twirls her father around her finger. How? Easy. All I have to do is to wear my cropped top without a bra. Eww, I know right? Every time I wear that sexy top, when I reach up or bend my breasts are exposed. As if the bottoms of my exposed breasts are his signal to feel my tits, he chases me around the house in a game of tickle and tease in the way he used to do when I was a child."

She stopped to listen to her girlfriend.

"He did? You're brother saw you naked? Get out of here! No way. How? Are you kidding me? He hid in your closet and peeped on you? Gross, that's so gross. You must have been so embarrassed? Your brother is such a little pervert. Mine is too. They both leer at me. What? Your father saw you naked too? Get out of here! No way. Double gross. When? You were drunk and he undressed you? Stop. I don't believe you. You're making this up...aren't you? Where was your mother? Out? Oh. Wow!"

Christine stopped to listen to her girlfriend again.

"What? A blowjob? No way, I'd never suck my brother or my father. You did? You sucked your father? No way! Gross. That's so gross. You're so wicked Amanda. Yeah, of course, I blamed everything I've ever done on being drunk and/or high," she said with a laugh. "Yet even though I tease my Daddy and allow him to feel my tits while pretending I don't know he's being so inappropriate, I'd never suck him. Eww," she said remaining quiet to allow Amanda to speak.

"If you were that drunk, I'm surprised you remembered what happened. Or was that your excuse to have your father strip you naked before sucking your father? Okay, okay, sorry. So, tell me," said Christine pausing before continuing. "Did he cum in your mouth? He did? Did you swallow? You did? Oh my God. And I thought I was the slut," she said laughing.

"Anyway Amanda, unless I can get my father alone somehow—no I'm not going to suck him," she said with a laugh. "The only way that I can go to the Nude Day barbeque is to be honest with them and tell them that it's a Nude Day barbeque that I'll be attending. Only, if I tell them that I'll be naked in public, they'll never allow me to go."

She stopped talking to listen again.

"Yeah, I suppose that I can do that, not tell them that it's a Nude Day barbeque. I'll just say that it's a barbeque and tell them that I'll be wearing my bikini under my cover-up, instead of parading around naked. Only, for fear that they'll discover the truth, I can't lie to my parents. A long shot at best, other than being forthright with them and hoping they allow me to go, I don't know any other way they'll let me attend but to tell them the truth and hope for the best," she said with sadness.

She stopped talking to listen to her friend talking on the other end again.

"It's just too bad that the barbeque is on Sunday instead of Saturday. Why? I'd have a better chance of going to the Nude Day celebration if the barbeque was on Saturday. My mother does church things the whole day every Sunday and expects the whole family to attend with her as if we're still little kids. I know. Right? I'm so tired of hanging around her church congregation, that self-righteous, prudish group of goody too-shoes, religious fanatics. I'd love to see them having a Nude Day barbeque," she said with a hysterical laugh. "That would be funny to see all of those holier than thou, holy rollers naked."

Tommy stroked himself to a harder erection while staring at his sister's tits. He couldn't believe his eyes. After years of trying to see his sister naked, always staring at her in her bikini and masturbating in his room when seeing just the mere sides of her breasts while she sunned herself with her bikini top unhooked, here she was topless. Topless, topless, topless, his sister was topless and his sister's big tits were right there.

Better than any movie star's breasts and as beautiful as any Playboy Playmate's knockers, his sister had the hot body that every man would want in his bed and every woman would want to have as their own. So shapely and symmetrical, he couldn't believe how big and beautiful her breasts were. A full C cup, just like his mother, he knew their sizes after going through the laundry hamper and masturbating over feeling their bras and sniffing their panties. He only wished he could touch her tits, feel her tits, caress her tits, and suck her tits.

Adept at talking on the phone while doing everything one handed, he'd love for her to give him a hand job while she endlessly and mindlessly talked to Amanda on her cell phone. He imagined feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while she continued talking on the phone without missing a word. He'd love to hear her tell her girlfriend that she caught her brother hiding in her closet and was giving him a hand job while talking to her. He imagined his sister telling her friend that she had to go because she needed to suck her brother.

Then, as if his wishing caused her to do it, so adept at doing everything one handed, he watched her roll down her bikini panties with her left hand. Naked, naked, naked, she was naked. When she turned and stepped closer to the closet to toss her panties on her bed, right in his line of vision, she stood naked in front of her closet and before him. Always figuring she was trimmed and not bushy, just like his mother, after he got a glimpse of his mother's pussy in an up nightgown view, he was surprised that his sister's pussy was shaved. He'd love to feel the softness of her bald cunt with his hand before probing her deeper with his finger.

Perhaps, getting ready for Nude Day to see what she'd look like bald and with time enough for her to grow some of her pubic hair back, her shaved pussy is a recent trimming. Staring at his sister's naked body, he wished he could touch her, feel her, and have sex with her. He'd do anything for her to suck his cock. Imagining his sister on her knees with his hard cock buried in her pretty mouth while she looked up at him with her big, blue eyes was one of his favorite sexual fantasies to have.




Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 02



So physically endowed and so blessed by their beauty, Christine had a wonderful ass, an even better ass than his mother's ass. No slouch in the looks department, his 44-year-old mother, Helen, a real MILF, had a beautiful body too but Christine's body was perfect, no doubt, due as much to her genetics as to her younger age. If his mother still looks this good at her age, he could only imagine what she must have looked like at Christine's age.

As incestuously horny for his mother as he is for his sister, perfectly timing his entrance just as she removed her nightgown, he recently saw his mother naked when he intentionally barged in her bedroom on the pretense of telling her something important. Still positioned over her face and unable to immediately free and/or cover herself, a sexy dream come true, her nightie was momentarily tangled in her long, blonde hair. Before his mother could realize that her son was standing in her bedroom and ogling her naked body, he stood there staring while enjoying the sexy show of his mother's tits and pussy. In the way he stood there motionless and, once she freed herself from her nightie, in the way she nonchalantly looked at him looking at her, he wondered if she purposely flashed him. Nah, his mother was a religious woman and a good Christian woman, she'd never lead him astray and down the wrong path, the pothole filled road that led to the Devil's playground of incest and debauchery, instead of the road to Heaven and to his salvation.

"Knock the next time Tommy," she said slow to cover her nakedness with her nightgown while looking at him leering at her. As if shocked into inaction, unable to leave her bedroom, he couldn't stop staring at his mother's naked body. "I'll just be a minute," she said giving her son the eye with a sexy smile while waiting for him to leave her room before continuing dressing.

Nonetheless, whether intentional or not, with his mother slow to cover herself, he still got a good look of her naked body long enough for him to masturbate every morning and every night over all that he saw of her. As if he captured her on film, he remembered every curve of his mother's beautiful body. Her big breasts, round areolas, and erect nipples, filled his eyes as if he was a druggie waiting for his fix while he masturbated over all that he saw of his naked mother.

"Listen. I gotta go," said Christine to Amanda. "I have to take a shower. I'll talk to you tomorrow about the Nude Day barbeque this Sunday. And you'll have to tell me more about your brother peeping on you and your father undressing you. I still can't believe you sucked your father," said Christine laughing.

She remained quiet while listening to her friend.

"Okay. I have to go. I don't know if I can but I'll try to go to the Nude Day party. Not wanting to lie to them, God forbid I'm caught lying to them, my Dad will lift up my skirt, pull down my panties, bend me over his knees, and spank my naked ass raw red again. Really? No kidding. Your father does that to you too? I thought I was the only one," she said with a mixture of sadness and sexual excitement.

She listened to her friend again while Tommy stroked himself to Amanda's brother peeping on her, being stripped naked, and her blowing her father. He stroked himself to Christine and Amanda's Dads lifting up their short skirts, pulling down their panties, and bending them over their knees to spank them. Something he wished he could have watched, where was he when his sister was getting a spanking?

"So embarrassing for him to spank me like that as if I'm still a little girl, especially when he spanks me in front of his friends, I need to think of something to tell my parents for them to allow me to go to the Nude Day barbeque. Okay. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

To be continued...



Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 03



Hell to pay or maybe not and just a blessing in disguise, Christine catches her horny brother hiding in her closet.

Still masturbating and not realizing that she was already off the phone, it all happened so fast. Knowing he'd be caught but not expecting her just to appear there without warning and before he could stuff his cock back in his pants, Christine caught Tommy by surprise. When she turned to walk to her closet door, walking to the far side of the room first, she momentarily stepped from out of his view. Not even giving him the chance to put his cock away and with his hand still wrapped around his stiff prick while stroking himself, Christine flung open her closet door to retrieve her bathrobe.

"Tommy! You little pervert," she said covering her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. She cowered down as if she was a Japanese woman whose skirt and panties were just torn from her body in an alleyway.

As if he was a degenerate Bogeyman and she was his sexual celebrity, she stared at him in shocked surprise while he stared at her with lust.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said not looking up at her eyes but talking to what he could see of her beautiful breasts and shaved pussy.

An insincere apology, Tommy wasn't sorry at all for peeping he had done on his sister. He didn't mean that he was sorry for hiding in her closet and catching her naked. He was sorry that she discovered him hiding in the closet. He was sorry that he was stupid enough to be caught by forgetting that she'd have to open her closet door to retrieve her bathrobe. Now standing proud while sexually excited, he was no longer sorry when Christine looked down at his erection. Staring at what she couldn't cover of her breasts with her hand and forearm and of her pussy with her other hand, he watched her stare at his cock in the way that he was staring at her naked body.

Shock and awe didn't describe the Iraqi War in the way that it described Christine catching her little brother hiding in her closet. As if he was imagining her reaction to seeing his engorged prick while he masturbated in his bedroom or in the bathroom, he couldn't believe his sister was looking at his nakedness in the way that he was staring at her nakedness. Never expecting this reaction from her, he was glad that he forgot to toss out her bathrobe. He was happy that she caught him in her closet. He only wished he had thought of hiding in her closet before.

She looked down at his erection sticking straight out from his jeans and before her little brother could react, she uncovered her pussy to wrap her hand around his cock. In the way she'd looked up at so very men when her hand was around their engorged pricks, she looked up at her little brother with a sexy stare. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his eyes when Christine wrapped her hand around his cock. Not only has he finally seen his sister naked but now she was about to give him a hand job or maybe even a blowjob. 

"Is this what you want?"

She looked at him in the way that he imagined her looking at one of her endless line of boyfriends before giving them sex.

"Yes," he said staring at her hand wrapped around his prick.

He thought about the conversation that his sister just had with Amanda and wondered if this is what Amanda did to her brother when she caught him peeping on her in her closet. Obviously inspired and horny from her phone call with her best friend, he imagined Amanda giving her little brother a hand job, maybe even a blowjob, when she caught him in her closet.

"Does it feel good for me to hold your prick in my hand?" She smiled as if she was his sexy girlfriend instead of his bitchy sister.

"Yes," he said again not able to utter another word other than a three letter, single syllable one.

"I bet you'd love for me to stroke you," she said looking up at him while slowly stroking him.

"Oh God yes. I'd love for you to stroke me Christine," he said.

"I bet you'd love for me to masturbate you while you play with my tits and finger my nipples," she said moving her arm away from her breasts to show her brother her tits. 

She looked at her brother with incestuous eyes while stroking him faster. As much of an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur, she looked down at herself as if to see what her brother could see of her.

"Oh my God, Christine. Yes, I'd love for you to masturbate me while I play with your big tits," said Tommy reaching out his horny hand to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her big breasts and finger her nipples.

Difficult enough to wrap his brain around seeing his sexy sister naked, he couldn't believe she was stroking his cock while he felt her breasts. If there was a God, he was in that room with him now in answer to his prayers. Only, this was a Godless house and only the Devil was welcome here. 

"Would you like me to make you cum Tommy?"

Seemingly just as excited at the prospect of making her brother cum as he was at the prospect of cumming for his sister, she looked at him with an excited smile. A beautiful woman already, as if an inner glow lit up her face, she was so very much prettier when she smiled than when she scowled at him.

"Yes Christine," he said as if he was in a hypnotic trance.

"Would you like to cum all over my tits Tommy?"

Of course preferring to cum in her mouth, cumming on his sister's tits was his second selection but he'd never turn down one in deference for the other. A much better outcome, not expecting to cum at all, he figured she'd give him a beating before screaming out for her Daddy.

"I'd love to cum all over your big tits Christine," he said hoping that she'd changed her mind and give him a blowjob instead.

As if she was possessed by the Devil and maybe she was to tease her brother in the way she was doing, she gave him a sinful smile.

"I bet you'd love for me to fall to my knees and suck you," she said looking down at his erection while fondling the head of his cock with her fingertips before looking up at him with a sexy smile.

As if he was her lover instead of her brother, she continued slowly stroking him while smiling at him. He never knew his sister could be this nice. With her beautiful face, sensational figure, and now her enticing personality, no wonder why she has so many boyfriends.

"Oh my God, Christine. Seriously? Are you kidding me? You'd really blow me? Yes, I'd love for you to suck me while I play with your tits and finger your nipples," said Tommy. "Suck my cock Christine. Suck me."

"Instead of cumming on my tits, would you prefer to cum in my mouth Tommy?" Not waiting for him to answer her question, she got down on her knees in front of her opened closet. 

A sight that he's masturbated over a hundred times, his sister on her knees with her hand around his erection before taking his cock in her mouth, he couldn't believe this was really happening. Better than the hand job that he imagined Amanda gave her little brother, Christine was about to blow him.

"I'd love to cum in your pretty mouth Christine," he said tracing her lips with his finger while she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it in the way that he imagined her soon sucking his cock.

"Would you like for me to swallow your cum?"

She batted her eyelashes at him and swallowed as if she was practicing swallowing his cum. A woman who's already given men so very many blowjobs, he didn't think she needed to practice sucking cock or swallowing. Nonetheless, something he figured he'd have to beg her to do, for her to do at all, as if she was asking for his permission, he couldn't believe she was asking him if he wanted to cum in her mouth and asking him if he wanted her to swallow his cum. Wow!

"Yes," he said putting a gentle hand behind his sister's head and pushing her mouth forward to meet his erect prick.

With his cock mere was inches from her lips, wanting to be a gentleman about this instead of the animal that he is, he so wanted to grab a handful of her beautiful, blonde hair and impale her mouth with his cock. Instead of humping her mouth and fucking her face prematurely, enjoying the moment and savoring this sexy exchange instead, he couldn't wait for her to open her mouth and take him inside. He couldn't believe his sister was going to blow him. A real, slutty cocksucker if ever she was one, she's a real pig and a whore for her to blow her little brother but he was happy that she was.

If he knew having sex with his sister was so easy, he would have hidden himself in her closet a long time ago. Giving him a sexy look as if she wanted to play with her brother and masturbate him before blowing him, he returned her look with his horny stare at her big, beautiful, blue eyes while staring down at her perfectly symmetrical breasts. He'll be masturbating over this day forever. He couldn't wait for her to suck him while he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples.

Then, in an instant, as if she was suddenly off of her personality disorder medication, she reverted back to her angry self. Instead of stroking him and instead of giving him the hand job and the blowjob that he so wanted and thought that she'd give him, she had an immediate change of plan. As if she had a black belt in Jiu Jitsu penis pulling, she jerked him by his cock. As if she was a professional wrestler on the wrestling team instead of a cheerleader on the cheerleading squad, pulling him hard as if trying to pull off his cock, she stood while yanking him from the closet by his erection.

"Were you peeping on me? Were you jerking off over me, you little pervert? You had better not gotten any cum on my clothes. How dare you disrespect me," she said continuing to state the obvious. "How dare you violate your own sister's privacy by peeping on me," she said squeezing his cock harder in her hand. 

"Ow! Easy Christine. You're going to rupture me," he said trying to lessen the grip she had on his cock.

"Where are your morals? Have you no decency? I'm your sister and not some slut out in the street. You're such a pervert Tommy," she said staring at him with anger and contempt. Then she said those three words that he didn't need to hear at a time like this, especially at a time like this. "I'm telling Daddy."

With her back now to the closet and his back to her bed, relinquishing her modesty by uncovering her nakedness to give him an angry two armed shove, she pushed him back on her bed. In his desperate attempt to catch his balance and break his fall, he grabbed at his sister's arm and pulled her on top of him. With him rolling around on his sister's bed with her and taking the unexpected opportunity given him to grab every part of his sister's naked body, his horny hands were all over his sister's round, firm ass, big tits, and bald pussy. Deranged and depraved, he was determined to fill her pussy with his cock and fuck his own sister. Touching and feeling her everywhere instead of letting her go, when she resisted, he rolled on top of her and pinned her arms to her bed as if he was a wrestler winning a match.

Game over. He had her now. She was all his. This is what she gets for teasing him. Instead of having her blow him, being that he was already on top of her, he was going to fuck his slutty sister. As if he was about to slide his cock in a velvet glove, he could feel his cock pushing against her pussy. On the verge of penetrating her, he was right there ready to shove his hard, hairy cock in her warm, wet pussy. He was at the precipice of parting her clam before pounding her pussy. He couldn't wait to feel her warm wetness while kissing her before sucking her big nipples.

He wondered if she'd tell Amanda that her brother was hiding in the closet too. He wondered if she'd tell Amanda that she allowed him to fuck her. Never expecting that this would ever happen but thrilled that the opportunity presented itself, he couldn't wait to make love to his sister while kissing her. Maybe later, once he's fucked her, she'll blow him too. In the way that he imagined Amanda's father cumming in his daughter's mouth, in the way that his father wished he could cum in his daughter's mouth, he'd love to cum in his sister's mouth.

In his incensed and insane attempt at trying to penetrate his sister's pussy with his hard cock, he could feel his stiff prick pressing against his sister's swollen slit. Gradually he could feel her slit parting. He felt his sister's warm pussy juices on the head of his prick. No doubt a game that she needed to play, wanting to be taken before she submitted, even though she resisted, wiggled, kicked, and groaned, he could tell that she wanted him, at least, he hoped that she wanted him.

Able to free one of her hands from his grasp, with her released hand busy trying to swat away his cock from her cunt, going for broke and parting her lips with his tongue, he French kissed her. Knowing that once he kissed his big sister she'd be his, he couldn't wait to feel himself inside of her. Only, when he kissed her, she bit his lip, slapped his face, and kneed her little brother in the balls. Now free from his hold, she pushed at him to get him off of her.

"Ow! That really fucking hurt Christine," said Tommy holding his swollen, bleeding lip with one hand and his testicles with the other.

"Eww! Get off me Tommy, you pig," she said pushing him off of her and off of her bed. "What's wrong with you? I can't believe you French kissed me, your own sister. That's so gross," she said wiping her lips and spitting his saliva at him. 

"I thought wanted me," he said with hurt and looking at her with rejection.

"Wanted you? Eww. You're so gross. I can't believe you saw me naked. I can't believe you groped my naked body. I can't believe you were jerking off over me. I can't believe you were trying to fuck your own sister," she said raising her voice.

"I'm sorry Christine. With you always teasing me, it's hard to read you. Then, in the way that you acted as if you wanted to masturbate me and blow me, you made me want to have sex with you," he said in his feeble attempt to justify his inappropriate actions.

"How dare you? What's wrong with you? I'm telling Mom and Dad that you tried having sex with me," she said pointing her finger of accusation at him as if he was a sinner and she was the righteous one when she was as much of a slutty sister as he was a perverted brother. "Get out of my room. Get out!"

Willing to run the risk of her physical assault by not leaving her rom, he stood his ground in front of her bed as if he was a dirty dog marking his territory with urine. Two peas in an incestuous pod and in a morally depraved, sinful house, he stared at her naked body while she stared at his exposed prick. Immorally poised and immodestly posed on her bed naked and not covering her nakedness with her hands or forearm, a chance of a lifetime to continue staring at his sexy sister naked, he wasn't about to leave. In the way they stared at one another, it was obvious that, playing the part of the slutty sister, she wanted to show him her naked body as much as he wanted to see her naked body. With her making no move to cover herself while continuing to stare at his cock, he wondered if she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Still teasing him by making no effort to cover her nakedness, maybe she's playing hard to get. Maybe her thing is being forced and taken. No doubt, even though he was her brother, he was just another big cock to her. Different in the way that he felt about her, the fact that she was his sister played as big of a role as her having a wicked hot body. Both siblings were products of an uptight, religious, albeit incestuously twisted family that masked how they felt about sex with religion. Tommy's family was a family where moral decency had no foundation and meaning and incestuous debauchery had no limitations and boundaries.

"Wait," he said holding up his hand as if it was a mini stop sign or if he was a pastor addressing his congregation. "Please don't tell Mom and Dad that I was hiding in your closet and tried to have sex with you." 

Thinking quick, if nothing else, with her making no attempt to cover her nakedness, he bought more time to stare at her tits and pussy. 

"Why shouldn't I tell them that their son is a pervert? Give me one good reason not to tell them that you tried to rape me, your own sister," she said looking as if she was about to cry.

"Because I have a proposition for you," he said making no attempt to put his erection away and/or to leave her room. With her still staring at his exposed prick, and with her tits, pussy, and ass running through his mind in the way of a runaway freight train, he continued staring at his naked sister while waiting for her to respond to his proposal.

"A proposition?" Immediately, ready to play their sexy game again, the expression on her face changed. "What kind of proposition can you give me with your cock sticking straight out of your pants?"

With one sibling just as bad as the other and with her making no attempt to cover her nakedness, in the way that he stared at her nudity, she stared at his exposed erection.

"Just listen to what I have to say," he said in the way of a car salesman trying to sell a used car.

"I'm not giving you, my own brother, sex. Eww. That's so disgusting. That's so gross," she said. "If it's not bad enough that you've already seen me naked, touched me, felt me, and tried to fuck me while kissing me, I can't believe you want to have sex with me. You'd have to kill me for me to have sex with you," she said with a sneer. "No doubt you'd be the type who's into necrophilia. You'd be the type who'd get off having sex with my dead, naked body."

Still positioned on her bed with her legs spread open enough for him to see some of the pink of her pussy, she was as wicked in her lust for him as he was for her. Laying there naked with one arm finally positioned across her breasts and her other hand covering her bald pussy, she stared at her brother as if he was an intruder and a rapist and, in essence, he was.

"If you suck my cock Christine," he said holding his erection in his hand as if tempting her while staring at her.

"Suck your cock?" She looked at him in the way she'd look at dog excrement on the bottom of her shoe.

Popular with the men on the football and soccer teams, Tommy knew his big sister loved giving head. Just as she had a reputation for falling to her knees to pray, she had a reputation for falling to her knees to suck cock. Thinking that it may be the perfect gift, she was a woman who could make use of a pair of kneepads for Christmas.

"If you give me a blowjob while allowing me to feel your tits and finger your nipples—" 

"I'm not sucking your cock and I'll never allow you to feel my tits and finger my nipples," she said, even though she already allowed him to feel her tits and finger her nipples. "You're my little brother," she said mildly protesting.

"If you do suck my cock, I'll help you go to the Nude Day barbeque," he said with a victorious smile.

"Tommy," she said suddenly softening in her indignation, no doubt, while thinking about attending the Nude Day barbeque.

She paused as if she was thinking about taking him up on his offer. No doubt for the sexy sake of seeing Jason naked and for him to see her naked, Tommy figured she'd do anything, even suck him, to go to the Nude Day barbeque. No doubt, in the way she'd be staring at Jason's cock at the Nude Day barbeque, she stared down at her brother's erect prick before looking up at her brother.

"What's the big deal Sis? It's just a blowjob. You've sucked lots of guys before. Just close your eyes and forget that I'm your brother and imagine that I'm Jason. Just think of me as one more cock to suck. With you being the head cheerleader in college, no pun intended, I heard lots of stories about you and the football team," he said with a devious smile. "I even heard the rumor about you pulling a train in a drunken, frat party gangbang and you doing a circle jerk with five members of the soccer team after they won the championship."




Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 03



"Yeah, well, that was a long time ago, last year," she said flipping her blonde hair with a toss of her pretty head and with a naughty, little laugh. "I'm not like that anymore. I'm a good girl now. I'm not a slut and I stopped drinking and taking drugs. I only did those nasty things when I was drunk, high, and horny. Besides all that I did is in my past and besides, I can't suck your cock. You're my little brother," she said as if she was thinking about doing just that. "Blowing you would be wrong," she said staying silent while staring at him before staring down at his cock. "Wouldn't it?"

"Wrong? Blowing me is the right thing to do Christine. All you need to do is to blow me and I'll make sure you get to go to the Nude Day barbeque. Suck me Christine," he said taking a step closer to her while holding up his cock with his hand as if offering it to her.

"Tommy no. I can't. I can't blow my brother," she said looking up at him with those big, blue eyes.

"Take my cock in your mouth and blow me," he said moving closer to her. "If you blow me," he said raising his right hand as if swearing on a Bible and looking up at the ceiling as if he was looking up to Heaven. "I swear to God that I promise to find a way for you to attend the Nude Day barbeque with Jason."

She looked at him as if she was thinking about accepting his proposition.

"I'm not going to suck you Tommy, my own brother," she said putting a pensive finger to her lips while looking at him before looking down at his engorged prick as if pondering the idea of blowing him. Looking longer at his cock than she should, she stayed silent while staring at his erection.

"Suck me Christine. Blow me. You know you want to blow me. Do it. Just do it," he said as if he was making his own pornographic version of a Nike commercial.

"After I've sucked you," she said pausing, "how do I know you'll help me? How do I know your plan, whatever it is, will work? How do I know you're just saying that," she said pausing again and looking at face before looking down at his prick as if she imagined she was blowing him, "as just as your way to get me to blow you?"

"Trust me. Scouts honor," he said raising his right hand again.

"You were never a Boy Scout," she said with a laugh.

Still staring at her nakedness, he said everything he could think of to continue the conversation and prolong his stay in his sister's bedroom with her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't believe he was standing there with his sister naked and his erect cock exposed to her.

"Mom believes everything I say. So long as I convince Mom, she'll convince Dad. She's the one who wears the pants in the family. Just as you're Dad's favorite, I'm Mom's favorite," he said staring at her tits.

As if to give him a better look of her breasts, she sat up and moved to the edge of the bed and put her hands face down beside her thighs. With her leaning forward a little, her breasts looked even bigger. A sight to behold with his sexy sister's naked breasts hanging down from her body, he imagined her breasts hanging over his mouth with her on top of him and fucking him. As if he had just sucked them, her nipples were erect and hard.

Hoping he was reading her correctly, moving closer to her, Tommy stepped forward with his cock still sticking straight out from his body. Now poised only inches from her mouth, she looked at her little brother while biting her lip before reaching out her hand to touch him and finger his cock with her fingertips. As if thinking of stroking someone else, Jason perhaps, she closed her eyes, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and slowly stroked him to an even harder erection.

"Okay, I'll suck you," she said opening her bright blue eyes to look up at her brother. "But if I don't get to go to the Nude Day barbeque after I blow you, I'll swear to God that I'll kill you. And if you tell anyone that I sucked your cock, you're dead meat. I mean it Tommy. No one must know that I blew you," she said cupping his testicles again and squeezing. "No one must know that you saw me naked and that I gave you, my baby brother, oral sex."

"I'm not a baby Christine. I'm 18-years-old. Taller and much bigger than you, I'm a fully grown man," he said. "Don't worry, this blowjob is just our little, dirty secret, I won't tell anyone," said Tommy, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off along with his underwear. "Okay, I'm ready for you to suck me. Blow me Christine. Suck my cock."

"Eww. Gross. This is so gross. This is so fucked up. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe you're forcing me to do this just so that I can attend the Nude Day celebration. I can't believe I'm about to suck my own brother for the chance of going to a Nude Day barbeque in the hopes of having sex with Jason. You better make sure that you help me get to go or I'll really be pissed Tommy. I mean it. You'll be so sorry if I don't get to go to the Nude Day barbeque."

"Don't worry. I'll think of a good plan and my plan will work," he said still holding his cock in hand in anticipation of her mouth.

"If you think you've seen me angry before, you have no idea how angry I'll be if you trick me into sucking your cock without helping me. I'll make your life a miserable Hell on Earth if you don't help me to go to the Nude Day barbeque," she said grabbing his testicles and squeezing them again before letting go.

"Okay, okay, don't worry. I'll make sure that you go to the Nude Day barbeque. I promise. Don't worry, we'll come up with a good story and I'll swear to it," he said watching his sister lean down closer to him and to his engorged prick.

She took his erection in her hand again and stroked him a little faster this time. Leaning more forward with her breasts hanging even more forward from her body, she moved closer to him to allow him full access to her tits. Tommy felt, fondled, and caressed his sister's big boobs before fingering her hard nipples. Watching him fondling her breasts, she looked down at him as if she was watching her romantic lover instead of her baby brother. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, his horny hands were all over his sister's big knockers while she stroked his cock to a harder erection.

"Easy with my nipples Tommy. You're going to pull them off of me," she said pulling away from his horny hands to cover her nipples with her hands.

"Why? All the women I've been with like having me pull, turn, and twist their nipples. Some women even love for me to bite their nipples."

"Yeah, well, unlike the little sluts you've been with, my body is more delicate and sensitive. My nipples are my erogenous zone and if you continue fingering them like that," she said pausing before whispering her sudden desire for her baby brother. "I swear I'll fuck you," she said sliding from the bed to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth.

"Really? You'll fuck me?" He looked at her as if he was just given the combination to a safe that was filled with gold. "Seriously? Lemme get this straight. You'll fuck me if I continue playing with your nipples?"

Interrupting the blowjob that she was giving him, he squatted down to her and took his sister's nipple in his mouth, first one and then the other while fingering the nipple that he wasn't sucking.

"Don't. I mean it Tommy. Please don't suck my tits. You mustn't suck my nipples. Oh God that feels so good. It's bad enough you've seen me naked, bad enough your fondling my breasts and sucking my nipples, and bad enough that I'm sucking you, my own brother, but I'm not going to fuck you," she said.

"Why not? I'd love to make love to you Christine," he said while hoping she was just playing hard to get.

"I won't do that Tommy. I can't do that. God forbid if you ever made me pregnant. In the way that Mom and Dad are, they'd never allow me to have an abortion, even if the baby had two heads or worse, was born looking like you," she said cackling. 

"Okay. Suck me then," he said standing from his squatting position to stand in front of her with his erect cock poised by her mouth again. "Wait. Can I cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, of course," she said standing from her kneeling position to sit on her bed while looking up at him and while taking his cock in her hand and stroking her brother.

"Will you swallow?"

"What choice do I have? Of course I'll swallow. I'm not a spitter," she said with a shrug. "It's not much of a blowjob if you don't cum in my mouth and if I don't swallow," she said with a sexy laugh.

Leaning forward again, Christine took her brother in her mouth and sucked his cock while stroking him. In the way that she was sucking him, it was obvious by the look on Tommy's face that it wouldn't be long before he exploded his cum in his sister's willing mouth. With a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head, he humped her mouth and fucked her face.

"That feels so good Christine. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I can't wait to cum in your mouth," said Tommy to his sister.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm doing this," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "I can't believe I'm sucking my little brother," she said breathlessly and with obviously as much sexual excitement sucking him as he had being sucked. "I'm so embarrassed and yet so sexually excited at the same time," she said looking up at him. "I'm such a slut. I love sucking your cock. I really do love sucking your cock Tommy. You have such a big, hard prick. Cum in my mouth Tommy. Cum for me. Cum for your big sister."

Now wanting to fuck his sister instead of having his sister blow him, he thought of a way how he could get his cock in between her legs by first getting his tongue in between her legs.

"What if..." He looked at her before voicing his suggestion. More interested in making love to his own sister than in having her suck him, he knew that if he could arouse her enough, he'd have a much better chance of fucking her. Once he fucked her, she'd always suck him. He'd rather fuck her than have her blow him. 

"What if what?"

"What if instead of you sucking my cock, I licked your pussy," he said.

"Licked my pussy? Wait. Let me get this straight. Instead of me sucking your cock and you cumming in my mouth, you'd eat me? This is so unprecedented. No man that I ever knew would turn up a fellatio for cunnilingus. I don't get it. What's the catch?" She looked at him as if he was nuts.

"There's no catch. I just really want to lick you. I want to taste my sister in the way you just tasted me," he said with believability.

"Really? Only I can't help but feel that you're up to something."

"Yes, I'm mean no. I'm not up to anything. I'd just rather lick your pussy than to have you suck me," he said.

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Well, to be honest Tommy, even though I love giving head, even to my little brother, I'd much rather have you lick my pussy than have me suck your cock. I'd rather cum in your mouth than to have you cum in my mouth but, if you think by licking me that you'll make me crazy with incestuous desire for you, I'm not fucking you. I mean it," she said obviously seeing through his ruse.

"Okay," he said falling between his sister's legs after she made herself more comfortable on the bed.

"Wait," she said reaching for her hand mirror. "I want to watch you playing with my pussy and licking me and I can't see you over my big tits," she said laughing.

Tommy lowered his mouth between his sister's shapely thighs. He rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy before taking a long, slow lick of her already wet cunt. Really getting into eating his sister, he penetrated rubbed her clit and penetrated her deep with his finger while licking her pussy. With one hand beneath her perfect ass, he reached his other hand up to feel her big tit and finger her hard nipple while eating his sister. Learning all that he needed to know about giving oral sex from his prom date, Betty the blowjob queen, he had his sister squirming all over the bed.

"I've always wanted to eat your pussy Christine. After I eat you," he said pausing for effect, "I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh, no you're not. You can't make love to me. We can't do that Tommy," said Christine breathlessly while feebly trying to push his face away from her cunt. "Me masturbating you, blowing you, and you licking my pussy is one thing and plenty enough but you fucking me would be so wrong," she said pausing again, "wouldn't it? I mean, we shouldn't do that, should we?" 

"Wrong? Why? After you sucked me and I licked you, fucking you will be oh so right," he said. "Besides what does it matter who's on top of you humping you, even if it's me? You're on the pill, aren't you?"

"Oh, my God, Tommy, I love your tongue and what you're doing with your fingers," she said running her fingers through her brother's hair. "How you learned to eat a pussy at your young age, I don't care but whatever you're doing with your tongue and fingers, don't stop. Please don't stop. You're going to make me cum and if you make me cum, I'll make you cum too," she said wild with sexual excitement.

"I love licking your pussy Christine. I want you to cum," said Tommy knowing his sister was right where he wanted her, gratefully submissive. "Cum in my mouth Christine. Cum for your brother. I want to hear you cum."

Tommy continued licking and fingering his sister while fondling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. He had her just where he wanted her. He knew once she had her orgasm that she'd fuck him, really fuck him.

"I'll suck your cock until you explode in my mouth. I'll swallow you and..." she said pausing as if thinking about what she was about to say before saying it. Squirming all over her bed, obviously no longer able to control her sexual excitement while her brother was licking and fingering her pussy, she said exactly what her brother wanted to hear. "If you make me cum, Tommy, I'll fuck you. I will. I really will," she said mashing his face in her cunt. 

To be continued... 



Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 04



When Daddy hears his daughter having sex with her brother, he has sex with his daughter and mother has sex with her son.

A sister blowing her brother first before a brother eats his sister, their exuberant lust for one another was only matched by the loudness of their sexual screams and their stupidity. Not paying attention to the noise that they were making and obviously forgetting that their father was in the living room below watching television, they were too sexually excited to even think of being quiet.

"What's going on in here?"

Opening her door without knocking, Christine and Tommy's father stood at her bedroom door staring at his son positioned between his daughter's legs with his face buried in her pussy. A place, no doubt, he's fantasized being. As if he was witnessing a miraculous vision and obviously, as far as he was concerned by his leer, he stared at his daughter's naked breasts.

"Daddy?" 

Christine covered her tits with her hand and forearm while Tommy got up from in between his sister's legs while wiping his sister's vaginal secretions from his mouth with the back of his hand. Just as his sister and the bed sheet were, he was drenched with the sweet, musky aroma of her.

"Were you two having sex?" In the way that he made generalities from reading scripture, their father had a way of stating the obvious.

"Fuck," said Tommy taking the Devil's path.

"Oh my God," said Christine taking the higher road.

Interesting how two siblings who grew up in the same house would use such totally different words to describe their shocked embarrassment, 'Fuck and Oh my God.'

As if he was seeing a religious revelation, never removing his eyes from his daughter's breasts and pussy, their father watched his son remove his naked self from his naked daughter. As soon as Tommy moved from his sister's pussy, denying her father what he, no doubt, so wanted to see, Christine covered her cunt with her hand and stretched her other arm across her naked breasts. Seemingly embarrassed, she was frustrated by her fruitless attempt to cover all that she was showing her Dad. With his eyes bugging out of his head as if he was a terrorist, she appeared mortified that not only was her father was seeing her naked but also that he was leering. Even more horrific than that, brother and sister, his son and daughter, he caught them having sex.

"Helen," he said turning his head from the spectacle of his son and daughter pleasuring one another to call out from her bedroom door. "You have to come see this for yourself to believe it because I don't believe it," he said signing himself.

Unable to bend it back in position, as if his cock had a mind of its and wanted to be so proudly displayed whether before his sister, his father, or his mother, Tommy sat on his sister's bed with his hand barely covering his erection. Christine sat up in her bed with her head hung low in shame. Exposing her cunt to her father again, she briefly removed her hand from her pussy to grab an article of clothing. Not taking the time to put it on, holding the material in place with one hand, she covered her naked breasts with her blouse before returning her hand to cover her pussy again. To say the least, an understatement in a house that was decorated by crosses, religious pictures, and references that praised the Lord, Christine and Tommy caught naked having sex was an awkward situation.

It was bad enough that her father had seen her naked but even more than that, he caught her having sex with her brother. Her brother having sex with his sister was something that her father would love to do with his daughter no doubt. Obviously now that her playground was open to family members, no doubt, he'd now have more of a chance of getting with his daughter. With brother just as despicable as father, she was such an incestuous slut. 

"I'm so embarrassed," said Christine as if she was caught stealing money from the poor box in church. "It was all Tommy's fault Daddy," she said looking toward her brother and throwing him under the bus with a point of her finger.

She still clutched her blouse to her breasts to deny her father any more free views of her naked breasts. Even though she was somewhat covered, Daddy was still leering at all that she was showing.

"My fault? You little slut," said Tommy looking at his sister with contempt. "You've been teasing me with up skirts and up nightgowns and down blouses and down nightgowns ever since I turned 18-years-old," he said with a devious smile. "And you've been teasing Dad too by wearing your cropped top without a bra to flash him your tits," he said smiling smugly. "I've witnessed your game of tickle and tease and I know that Daddy lifts your skirt to pull down your panty to spank his ass in front of his friends," he said looking from his sister to look at his father.

Tommy dared his father to punish him when his father was guilty of the same incestuous offenses.

"Don't listen to him Daddy. That's just the Devil talking. He's lying. I'm a good, Christian woman. There's nothing indecent with me being comfortable wearing a loose fitting top without a bra in my own home and in front of my father," she said looking at her father for understanding. "And obviously I was very bad for you to feel the immediate need to lift my short skirt, pull down my panty, bend me over your knees, and spank my naked ass in front of your friends."

Tommy's father looked from Tommy to look at Christine before returning his focus to his son.

"How dare you say bad things about your sister, Tommy," said his father pointing a finger of accusation at him. "There's nothing lewd or lascivious about your sister wanting to be comfortable in her own home without wearing her brassiere," said her father defending his daughter. "Perhaps you'd understand if you were saddled with the big breasts of your sister and mother and had to carry them around while wearing an uncomfortable bra all day."

"Oh brother," said Tommy under his breath. "She's got you wrapped around her finger."

"He was hiding in my closet Daddy," she said nodding her head to add more believability to her defense. "Then when I was naked, he pushed me on the bed, mounted me, and tried to rape me. Trying to force himself inside of me, he put his thingy right by my thingy Daddy," she said looking from her father to look at her brother with pleading eyes before looking back at her Dad.

"What's wrong with you?" Henry looked from his daughter to leer at his son. "You're evil. You're the Devil to want to have sex with your sister."

"Unable to stop him from having his wicked way with me, the way of the Devil," she said removing her hand from her pussy to sign herself while still clutching her blouse, "he was too strong for me to resist him to resist. See Daddy? I'm all bruised in between my legs on my chest," she said opening her legs and lowering her blouse from her breasts for her father to see.

Henry walked closer to his daughter to stare at her bruises while leering at her nakedness.

"How dare you violate your sister in such a despicable way by hiding in her closet? You are the Devil," said their father stepping even closer to his daughter to examine her bruised thighs and inspect her bruise breasts.

"I did no such thing. She willingly gave me sex. She's the one who seduced me," he said with a devious smile while looking from his sister to look at his father with sincerity before returning his focus to his sister. "She said that she'd blow me, even fuck me, if I convinced you and Mom to allow her to go to the Nude Day barbeque," said Tommy pushing his sister under the bus instead. "She's the one that's consumed by the Devil, Dad."

"Well, to be honest Christine, in the way that I see it, you're just as much to blame as your brother," said her father while still ogling his daughter's naked, uncovered, bald pussy. "When I opened your door and walked in your room, it didn't appear to me that Tommy was forcing you to enjoy him licking your pussy while playing with your breasts and fingering your nipples."

"Daddy, I can explain," said Christine bursting into crocodile tears.

Nonetheless, with both of them beneath the bus and with their mother, the disciplinarian, entering Christine's bedroom, they were both in serious trouble now.

* * * * *

"What is it Henry?" Helen walked in her daughter's bedroom and looked from her husband to look at her children. "Oh Lord, help me sweet Jesus," said Helen seeing both of her adult children naked before her. She voiced her horror to her children before she looked up at the ceiling to talk directly to her Savior. "What have you done? What have you done? Lord Almighty, what have you done? Oh sweet Jesus, help my children find their way. Thank you Jesus."

Helen signed herself while staring at her son's erection before looking up to God. It was hard to tell with the big smile she had on her face if she was thanking him or praying to him?

"I told you that you had to see this to believe it," said her husband.

"Sweet Jesus forgive them for they don't know what they're doing."

Losing her smile, she looked at her son more seriously now while still staring at the engorged cock he was unable to completely hide with his hand.

"Obviously with the Devil residing in the both of them, they need to be cleansed Helen," said her husband to his wife as if waiting for her to agree. "As if baptized again with clean, holy water, they need to be born again to remove the Devils from their souls," he said removing his gaze from his daughter's nearly naked body to raise his finger to the ceiling to ask God's attention. 

He looked from the ceiling to watch his wife staring at her son's swollen prick in the way he had just been staring at his daughter's pussy and tits. Obvious penis envy in the way that Henry stared at his son's big cock, Tommy had a much bigger cock than his father. Tommy had a penis so large that when flaccid he was unable to conceal all of it with his hand, never mind trying to conceal it when erect as it was now. Both mother and father looked up at where they, no doubt, imagined Jesus was looking down at them and giving them guidance from their daughter's bedroom ceiling. Then, with Helen staring at Tommy's prick and Henry staring at his daughter sitting naked on her bed, but for the blouse that she held to conceal her most of her nakedness from her father, obviously, they knew now what to do.

"You come with me young man," said Tommy's mother taking him by his hand. He reached for his clothes. "Leave them. You won't be needing them," she said pulling him along as if it was 8-years-old instead of 18-years-old. "You stay with Christine, Henry while I cleanse Tommy. You're next young lady," said her mother pointing at her as if she was the Devil incarnate while giving her the evil eye.

* * * * *

Helen took her son in the bathroom, put on the light and the overhead fan, and closed the door. With the noise of the fan masking the noise of whatever they were doing in the bathroom, Tommy's mother ran the water to fill up the tub while her husband kept their daughter company in her bedroom.

"Mom? I'm cold and I'm embarrassed," he said not cowering and not covering his nakedness from his mother's eyes in the way that his sister cowered and covered her nakedness from her father's eyes. He may have been cold but he certainly wasn't embarrassed for his mother to see him naked. "Let me get dressed please," said Tommy trying his best to cover his erect cock with his hand that had grown harder under his mother's inappropriate leer. "This is so embarrassing."

Truth be told, instead of being embarrassed, he was sexually excited. Proud of his erection, he so wanted to move his hand away from his cock to show his mother his big prick. Surprised that she was staring at his cock, he was now curious what she'd do if he continued flashing her his cock. Suddenly thinking differently of his mother than being just another religious freak, he suspected she wanted him to see him naked as much as he wanted to show her his naked body. As much as his father wanted his daughter, he suspected that his mother wanted her son. He suspected that his mother wanted him sexually as much as his sister wanted him sexually and as much as he wanted his sister and his mother sexually.

"Embarrassed? For you to be naked in front of your sister, you don't know the meaning of the word. You weren't embarrassed watching your sister strip naked and you weren't embarrassed forcing yourself on your sister, were you?"

"I'm sorry Mom," he said.

Always forcing her religion down his throat, she looked at him as if she was a holy woman pontificating from the pulpit, and she was, albeit an incestuously twisted woman.

"I'm not the one you need to apologize. You need to tell your sister you're sorry."

"Okay," he said putting a hand to the bathroom doorknob.

"Don't you be bothering your sister with your lame apology now," said his mother. "You can apologize to her later. She's in your father's good hands now. Besides, she's seen enough of your stiff prick for one day," she said staring down at his stiff prick.

"Sorry Mom," he said again.

"Stop saying you're sorry when you're not sorry, Devil," she said leering at him before leering at his cock. "Well, what are you waiting for?" As if mesmerized by the sexy sight of it in the way that a snake charmer was enamored over a snake, she looked at her son's cock more than she looked at his face. "Take off the rest of your clothes," she said giving him a convoluted reason while unbuttoning her housecoat. "I don't want to get my housecoat wet."

* * * * *

As if watching a nun about to strip down to her panty and bra, not believing his horny eyes, Tommy stared at his mother unbuttoning her housecoat. As good a show as it was when hiding in his sister's closet and watching her remove her blouse and skirt, surprised that his Christian mother was removing her housecoat, Tommy watched his mother unbuttoning her housecoat as if she undressed in slow motion. A little thicker in the hips and the thighs than his sister but very shapely nonetheless, her body was more of a mature woman than that of a thin, albeit shapely, young woman. Watching his mother's impromptu striptease show, he stared at his mother unbuttoning her housecoat in the way that he stared at his sister removing her blouse and short skirt when he hid in her closet. He couldn't believe his mother was undressing in front of him.

Totally forgetting about his sister now that he was watching his mother undressing, he was mesmerized with his mother stripping. One slow button at a time, first he saw her long line of cleavage and then he saw her low cut, white bra. With the tops of her jiggling breasts hanging out of her too small bra in the way that a stripper hangs out of her costume, barely covering her areolas and nipples, her bra was so low cut that the entire tops of her breasts were exposed. If his mother was to raise her arms over her head, in the way of a bridesmaid raising her arms to catch the bridal bouquet, no doubt, he'd see her areolas and nipples. He'd love to watch his mother doing jumping jacks while wearing that sexy bra. He imagined she wouldn't make three jumping jacks before her big boobs bounced out from her brassiere.

Already making their appearance known, her nipples were pushing against the satin and silk material of her brassiere. Either she was cold or horny, giving her the benefit of the doubt being that she was his mother, he was her son, and she was a religious church woman, he figured she was cold. Suddenly wishing that he could feel his mother's big tits through her bra, he wished he could suck his mother's big nipples in the way that he had just sucked his sister's big tits. As if he was staring at a winning lottery ticket, he stared at the big impressions that his mother's nipples made in her bra. Continuing to unbutton herself in front of her son without shame or embarrassment while staring at him in the way that she'd stare at a customer for a bigger tip before dancing around a pole, he watched his mother expose her white, cotton, bikini panties to him.

She removed her housecoat and stood before her son in her underwear. His favorite outfit of choice, his mother was wearing just her white, low, cut bra and white, bikini panty. Then, when she raised her arms to hang her housecoat on the hook, her tits burst out of the top of her bra as if they were big balloons in celebration of the party. Hoping beyond hope and in anticipation of sex, after seeing all that he hoped to see of his mother's breasts, he had an even bigger erection,

Raised above the top of her bra as if being served up to him, his mother's areolas and nipples were totally exposed to his horny eyes. Only, unlike his sister, being that she was so piously religious and open and honest in her faith, he felt that he was invading his mother's modesty and privacy by staring at her exposed breasts. A momentary concern, too sexually excited in seeing her in her bra and panty and then seeing her areolas and nipples, he really didn't care about his mother's modesty and privacy. He only cared about seeing her tits. 

Tits, tits, tits, he just saw his mother's tits. Wow! Obviously knowing that she was so exposed, he watched his mother pull up her bra too late to cover her nakedness from his horny eyes. Except she didn't give him the shocked and embarrassed reaction that he hoped she would and that even his sister did. He wished she would have been mortified in knowing that her son had just seen her breasts. Instead, she looked horny.

Just as his sister did, his mother had such long, shapely legs. Focusing his stare as if his eyes were X-ray laser beams, he could discern the darker patch of her blonde pubic hair through her thin, sheer panties. Then, when his mother pulled up her sagging panty, he couldn't believe he was seeing the shadow of his mother's pussy along with the slit of her pussy when she created the perfect camel toe in her underwear. The image of her pussy whether imagined or real made him wish he could finger her pussy before licking her pussy and fucking her pussy. A sexual fantasy come true, through the sheerness of her bikini panty, his mother's cunt was right there.

Something she's never done before, unless he barged in her bedroom unannounced while she was dressing or undressing, being that she was the holly roller woman that she was, he couldn't believe his mother was giving him a striptease show in the same way his sister just had. Standing before him unashamed in her bra and panty as if she was fully dressed, he filled his eyes with the nearly naked image of his mother while imagining the rest. Just as he'll soon be masturbating with the memorized images of his sexy sister undressing in front of him, he'll soon be masturbating over his curvaceous mother undressing in front of him too. As soon as Tommy saw his mother in her low cut bra and bikini panty, obeying her by stripping off the rest of his clothes and with himself naked before God and his mother, his erection continued to grow bigger and harder.

* * * * *

"Mom? What are you doing?"

In the way that he leered at his mother in her bra and panty, she leered at his engorged cock.

"I'm going to bathe you," she said. "I'm going to wash away the Devil," she said wagging her finger at him. "I'm going to do something that I should have done when you opened my bedroom door and purposely barged in on me hoping to see me naked," she said.

"Mom," he said snidely. "Aren't I a little old for you to give me a bath?"

"Lust is one of the seven deadly sins Tommy and incest is the Devil's playground. Just as you lusted over me enough to open my bedroom door in the hopes of seeing me naked, for you to hide in Christine's closet, watch her strip naked, and force her to have sex with you, you lust over your sister too. Obviously you have incestuous lust in your heart because the Devil has invaded your soul," she said watching him staring at her in her underwear.




Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 04



"Mom. Christine was just as much to blame as—"

"Silence. How dare you speak to me Devil? That's just the Devil talking," she said. "Your obstinance, stubbornness, total lack of remorse, and disregard for your sister's privacy tells me that you need more than just to be cleansed and reborn again."

Unbeknownst to Tommy, obviously by his inability to accept his mistake and evidently inspired by his horny stare and, no doubt, by the size of his erection, she volunteered even more of herself for the sake of saving her son's soul.

"Mother, what are you going to do to me?"

"I had no intention of doing this but being that you've already seen me in my all together when you opened my bedroom door, barged in on me, and caught me with my nightgown over my head," she said pausing in her diatribe to stare at her son's cock again. "I need to rid your body of the Devil and the only way for me to do that is to get naked with you," she said reaching behind herself to unceremoniously unhook and remove her bra.

Wanting to delay the process of her stripping naked, he wished he could have felt his mother's big tits, while French kissing her, before she removed her bra. One slow bra strap at a time, he wished he could have slowly removed her bra for her. Without further ado and without embarrassment, shyness, shame, or haste, in one fluid push downward, she removed her panties too. 

'Holy shit,' he thought seeing his mother naked. 'She's naked. My mother's tits and pussy is right there before my horny eyes. I'll be masturbating over this sexy sight for the rest of my life,' he thought to himself.

Just as her son stood naked before his mother, his mother stood naked before her son and before her God. As if she was a naked sacrifice giving herself to her God for the sake of saving the soul of her troubled son from the Devil, she stood naked before her son with her arms by her side. Staring at her son's nakedness in the way that he stared at his mother's nakedness, not making a move to cover her nakedness with her hands, her arms, or with a towel, she allowed her son to ogle her naked body.

"Mom. You're so beautiful," he said.

"Thank you but that's not you talking. That's the Devil talking Tommy. Your lust for your sister and for me is all the proof that I need to know that you've been possessed by the Devil," she nodded her head as if she needed that assurance that the Devil resided in her son.

"Possessed? Mom I'm not possessed," said Tommy thinking better of what he was about to say for fear that she'd get dressed and ask him to get dressed too. "Actually, you're right Mom. I am possessed. The Devil made me to it."

"If you didn't have the Devil inside of you, you'd never hide in your sister's closet while watching her strip naked. If you didn't have the Devil inside of you, you'd never try to have sex with your sister. If you didn't have the Devil inside of you, you'd never stare at your mother's naked body in the way that you're staring now," she said remaining silent to stare at her son's swollen prick. "Go ahead and look at me Devil. Go ahead and have yourself a good feel of my naked body Devil while I pray for the troubled soul of my son," she said.

'Did she just say for me to look at her? Did she just say to have a good feel of her naked body? Thank you Jesus,' he said silently to himself.

"Okay," said Tommy happy to play the role of the Devil to not only ogle his mother's naked body but also to feel his mother's naked body.

A sexual fantasy come true, he reached out his horny hand to touch his mother's breasts, first one and then the other. Looking at her while expecting and waiting for her to stop him from touching her, when she made no move to prevent him from feeling her and caressing her, he continued fondling her big breasts while fingering her nipples before reaching around her to feel and squeeze her naked ass. When she didn't recoil from his horny touches, when she didn't offer any resistance to him touching and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother, feeling encouraged, he reached down between her legs to finger her pussy.

Instead of slapping his face and slapping his horny hand way, she stepped out her feet to open her legs a little more to give him better access to her pussy. He couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to have his horny way with her naked body. He wondered if his father knew what his mother was doing with him in the bathroom. He wondered what his father was doing with his naked sister in her bedroom.

"Dear Lord in Heaven above, please release the hold that the Devil has over my son. Remove the incestuous lust that the Devil has over his soul. Help my son to be a better Christian by not lusting and having sex with his sister, ogling his mother, and feeling my naked body. Use me and abuse me Devil but leave my son in peace. I freely give myself as the Devil's vessel," she said stretching out her arms and lifting her head as if she was sacrificing her body to the executioner. "Dear Lord God, I allow the Devil to use my naked body for his dirty deeds, if he must, to leave his innocent sister in peace and for me to protect and save my son from evil. Amen."

"Amen," said Tommy.

She looked down at her son having his wicked way with her breasts, her ass, and her pussy.

"Do with me whatever you must do to my naked body Tommy because, after today, the Devil will be gone from you. In the way that you're touching me today, this is the last time that the Devil will be allowed to touch me in such an incestuously, inappropriate way."

Taking advantage of his crazy mother's offer to do whatever he must do to her naked body, he took a step closer to her. Wrapping his arm around her naked waist, he pulled her to him and reached down to cup her round, firm ass. He looked deeply in her big, blue eyes, before leaning into her and kissing her on her mouth. Waiting for her to return his passion, when she did, he parted her lips with his tongue. No doubt thinking that he really was possessed by the Devil, he couldn't believe that she allowed him to French kiss her. He couldn't believe that she returned his passion with hers by probing his mother with her tongue in the way that he probed her mouth with his tongue. He only wished she'd take his cock in her hand and stroke him.

Mother and son were making out as if they were horny teenagers saying good night after their first date. Tommy's hands were all over his mother's big tits. Feeling her round, firm ass before cupping and fingering her pussy, Tommy was having his wicked way with his mother. Testing her waters, he gently rubbed her clit before inserting his finger. With his fingers deep inside of his mother, he was feeling her where no son should ever feel his mother.

"Mom, you're so beautiful," he said again. "I love your sexy body. I love your beautiful ass. I love your blonde pussy. And I love your big tits," he said leaning down to suck her nipples, first one and then the other.

"That's the Devil talking Tommy and not you. Dear Lord," she said looking up at the bathroom ceiling where she obviously believed God was looking down upon them while her son continued to suck her tits and finger her pussy. "Save my son from Satan. Deliver him from all evil. Allow him to have his wicked way with my naked body instead of his sister. I'm strong. I can take whatever the Devil has to give me."

As if she was Mrs. Louis Pendrake played by Faye Dunaway in Little Big Man with Dustin Hoffman, she was intent on giving her son a bath while beseeching God for his help in ridding her son of the Devil.

"Mom, I'd really like to fuck you," he said whispering his lust for his mother in her ear while moving her hand to his cock and wrapping her fingers around his erection. "I'd really like to stick my big, hard cock in your warm, wet pussy," whispered Tommy getting so sexually excited.

"Oh you poor, poor dear boy," she said pulling her hand from his prick. "That's okay Tommy. That's just the Devil inside you talking but don't you worry because, if I have to, I plan on falling to my knees and praying to the Lord Almighty himself while sucking the Devil right out of you through your penis," she said falling to her knees and taking her son's cock in her hand again before taking him in her mouth. Sucking his cock, she was sucking her son as if she was a stripper wanting a bigger tip and he was a sailor on shore leave.

"Mom? Oh my God," he said unable to believe that his mother was giving him a blowjob.

"That's good Tommy," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "For you to pray to God while I suck the Devil from your penis tells me that it's working," she said inserting his cock back in her mouth again.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Lord Almighty, oh my God," he said playing her insane game for the sake of getting a blowjob from his mother. 

"Then and only then," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak again. "After I've sucked you clean of the Devil, may you fill me with all of your goodness."

"Suck me clean? Fill you with my goodness? Do you mean to say that after you blow me, after you suck the Devil right out of me through my cock and with me ejaculating in your mouth, that you'll allow me to fuck you? Is that what you're saying Mom?"

"Yes, crassly put but that's the gist of it in a nutshell," said his mother.

"Wow. You could make me a believer," he said. "I'm beginning to like this religious stuff," he said pausing to stare at his mother's naked body while she stared at his naked body. "Tell me this mother."

"Yes? What is it my child?"

"Does this really work, you sucking the Devil out of me through my penis and then me filling you with my goodness by fucking you and cumming inside of you?"

"It does," she said nodding her head as if needing to give her son additional, affirmative assurance. "It worked with my brothers, my father, and your father's brothers and father. Poised on my knees in front of them, I sucked the Devil right out of all of them before they pushed me back on their beds to inject me with their spiritual goodness. Praise the Lord! Amen."

"Just so I don't misunderstand your meaning Mom. Please continue sucking me while I ask you my questions. You can just nod your head yes or no."

"Okay," she said taking her son's cock in her mouth and sucking him again.

"Lemme get this straight. Pardon my naiveté but you sucked all of your male relatives and all of Dad's male relatives to rid them of the Devil before fucking them and for them to fill you with their spiritual goodness."

"Yes, in the name of the Lord Almighty, my Holy Father, willingly and gloriously, I set them all free of Satan," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak while nodding her head in the affirmative. "Only, in the name of God and as his sexual servant and slave, I prefer the phrase making love to sucking and fucking. We are all brothers and sisters in God's eyes. Incest is not wrong so long the incestuous sex is between consenting adults and so long as the intentions are right, good, and holy, as are mine with you, my son, and as they were with all my male relatives," she said with a sexy smile. 

"I see," said Tommy. "Answer me this then."

"Yes my son?"

"After you sucked out the Devil and after I filled you with my goodness, what if the Devil returns?" Feigning sadness but unable to hide the enormity of his sexual expectation by his massive erection, Tommy looked at his mother with hopeful insight.

"That's easy. If the Devil returns and no doubt he will because the Devil is a dirty bastard," she said waving a stiff index finger in the air as if lecturing her congregation. "As he returned many times to my brothers, my father, and to your father's brothers and father before," she said raising her hand to the ceiling before placing her hand over her heart as if swearing a sacred oath to God. "Just as I've done with all the male members of my family and my extended family, I will continue to suck him from your body every time before you fill me with your spiritual goodness," she said smiling. "Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah. Praise the Lord mother. I'm glad, should the Devil return to me, that you won't abandon me in my hour of need," he said. "I'm glad for your protection. Thank you for saving me," he said rolling his eyes when she didn't see.

"There's this passage that I memorized from Ezekiel 25:17," she said looking proud to share it with her son.

"Yes. What is it mother? I don't know that passage."

"The path of the righteous man (and woman) is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men (and women). Blessed is he (and she), who in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he (and she) is truly his (and her) brother's keeper and the finder of lost children," she said suddenly getting more animated in her sermon. "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers (and sisters)," she said raising her voice along with her hand to the ceiling in the way that Samuel L. Jackson did when he played Jules Winnfield in Pulp Fiction. "And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

"Thank you Mother. Inspired by your memorized passage, albeit a little frightened by your loud and sometimes violent exuberance in reciting the passage, I'm feeling better already. Only pardon my ignorance if I'm wrong mother," he looked at her still there on her knees in front of him. He ran a slow hand through her blonde hair before running a slow finger across her full lips. She took his finger in her mouth to suck as if she was still sucking his cock while looking up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. "Perhaps this is foolhardy for me to compare passages taken from the Bible to the movies but, being that I'm more of a movie buff than I am a student of the Bible, didn't you get that passage from Pulp Fiction?"

"You mean," she said getting animated in the way of Granny Clampett on the Beverly Hillbillies when she thought revenuers were coming to destroy her still. "Quentin Tarantino stole that passage from me after I memorized it from the Good Book and recited it many times before God and before my congregation in church. He was once a member of our congregation before the Devil took over his soul in exchange for all the financial success he's had making violent, dirty movies," she said with sadness.

"I see," said Tommy.

"Praise the Lord. Hallelujah. Glory be to God and may the Devil be damned for all of eternity," she said taking his prick in her mouth again to continue sucking him. 

"Anyway, mother, as I was saying, I seriously don't think I'll need for you suck the Devil from me and allow me to fill you with my spiritual goodness more than a few dozen times," said Tommy with a snide smile. "My spirit may be weak but my body is willing to accept you as my Christian guide and to do whatever it takes to be born again as a better man, a worthy Christian, and a soldier of God. Perhaps, once Christine is cleansed and saved, she can take over my spiritual education," he said imagining his sister sucking the Devil from his cock before filling her pussy with his spiritual goodness.

"Now that you're of age for me to lead you spiritually as well as sexually, until your sister walks the righteous path for a year or more, I'm your spiritual guide. Think of my mouth and my pussy as your gateways to blessed living Tommy," she said removing his cock from her mouth again to speak. "I'm willing to help you to live your life free of the Devil as much as I can Tommy," said his mother continuing to suck him.

Sucking him while stroking him, Helen sucked her son until he exploded a righteous volume of cum in her mouth. Only, instead of swallowing, something she always did when not sucking out the Devil, she stood and spit his semen in the sink.

"Usually I'm a swallower and not a spitter," she said wiping her son's cum from her lips with a tissue. "Only, in this case, with the Devil still residing inside of you, I think it's best that I spit him down the drain instead of allowing him to reside in my body," she said licking her son clean. "Now get in the tub with me and I'll wash you and cleanse you in readiness to be born again. Then, once you're clean, you can bend me over the sink and fill me with all of your spiritual goodness until I praise and shout out the name of my maker. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

"Thank you and God bless you mother. Just as I never knew you could suck the Devil right out of me through my penis, I never knew religion could be so rewarding and satisfying Mom," said Tommy rolling his eyes and making a face while his mother was too readying his bath to notice. "I can't wait to bend you over the sink while fondling your big tits and fingering your hard nipples," he said fondling her big tits and fingering her nipples while she leaned forward in the tub. "I can't wait to inject you with my goodness over and again," he said squeezing her round ass before running a hand along her wet pussy before inserting his finger to rub her clit.

"That's okay Devil. Do with me whatever you must to release and relinquish my son's soul to God," she said squirming her pleasure with the touches of her son.

To be continued...



Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 05



Daddy saves his daughter's soul from the Devil by having sex with her.

Meanwhile back in his daughter's bedroom, in the way that Helen helped her son find his way along the righteous path to God and salvation, saving her soul for her to be born again, so wasn't Henry helping his daughter. God help her. Christine's father was giving his daughter some much needed fatherly advice and spiritual guidance mixed with a bit of fatherly discipline for being bad, so very bad that she was so very good. Willing to sacrifice their naked bodies for the salvation for one another, certainly, this was a family that took their religious beliefs to extremes in their interpretations of the Bible.

Obviously embarrassed by his sexual leers at her naked body, Christine covered much of her nakedness from her father with her blouse, the only article of clothing she had handy without having to reach and expose anymore of herself to him. In the symbolic way that she was loose and had abandoned her morals and modesty, her bra, panties, and short skirt were strewn all over her bed. Alone in her room with her father and unable to preserve her modesty by fully cloaking her naked body from his invading stare, she tried to get up from the bed to dress herself.

"Stay where you are Demon," he said pointing with his left hand while raising his right hand. As if he was addressing his congregation in church, he yelled at her in his big booming voice in the way that he would if he were speaking to the Devil in The Exorcist instead of speaking to his daughter. "It's best that you remain naked before God, Demon, and before me and my child," said her red faced father staring at her with bulging eyes. "I can better exorcise the Devil from your body when you're unclothed than when you're fully dressed. It is imperative that you remain naked for this ceremony." 

Being that Christine was the typical dumb blonde, impressionable and easily tricked and fooled, for her not to make a move to cover her nakedness from her father's leering eyes, she obviously believed that line. 

"Yes Father," said Christine casting aside her blouse as if she was hypnotized and baring her breasts to him. Obviously showing him what he always so wanted to see, she completely uncovered her nakedness from her father's incestuously horny eyes by removing her hand from her pussy.

Now naked before God and before him, she looked at him with fear while he looked at her with lust. The first time her father seeing her completely naked, even though she feared her father in the way that a sub sometimes fears her Dom, she appeared just as sexually excited as he was. After talking to her best friend Amanda and hearing what happened between her and her father, with her being forced to blow her Daddy when she was drunk, undoubtedly she suspected that the same sexual fate would befall her too. As if the Devil resided in her father instead of in her, Henry stared at his daughter's breasts, areolas, and nipples and leered at his daughter's pussy as if he had never seen a naked woman before. It's wrong for a father to ogle his daughter's naked body but even worse for a father to lust over his daughter while hypocritically professing his religion.

From both sides of her bare thighs, he ogled as much as he could see of her ass before staring up at the ceiling in the way his wife did when talking to and beseeching God. Accustomed to being semi-naked in front of her father, she was unashamed and unembarrassed for her father to see her ass and pussy. After her father regularly pulled up her short skirt, pulled down her bikini panty, and put her across his lap, he spanked her naked ass in front of anyone who was there, usually his friends, whenever she sassed him or lied to him. Always getting along with her father normally, they had a give and take relationship with him always giving and her always taking. With all the spankings she needed to be disciplined to behave, one would suspect that Christine enjoyed having her ass and pussy bared to her father as much as she enjoyed being spanked while being so exposed to his friends.

Sexually taunting and teasing her father for money and benefits, it was now time that she paid the price of his generosity to her. As if she dared her father to lift her short skirt, pull down her panties, and spank her in front of his friends, a game they obviously both enjoyed playing, it seemed odd that she'd always sass or lie to her father when he was drinking with his friends. Moreover, it seemed odd that he never punished Tommy in that way that he punished Christine when he sassed or lied to his father. Instead of spanking Tommy, he'd just ground him.

Rather than needing to discipline Christine by humiliating her, one would think that Henry took great relish in punishing his daughter with nude spankings. Given his behavior by observation, one would think that Henry was as incestuously perverted as was Helen, Tommy, and Christine. In the way that insane people think they're normal when locked away in the environment of a mental hospital, being that the members of this family were all incestuously perverse, no doubt, they thought their family was a normal family too.

"Your mother is tending to your brother while I tend to you. Just as I do too, she knows what she's doing when the Devil possesses a soul. As their spiritual guide, a learning experience for the teacher as well as the student, she's had quite a lot of experience in ridding men's bodies of the Devil. As their spiritual teacher and by sacrificing her body to them through God, she knows how to override the lustful temptations that sex has over men's minds and over their bodies," he said bowing his head and falling in silent prayer. "Amen."

He signed himself in the way that a baseball player does after hitting a homerun when sending his love to God by looking up at the sky instead of the ceiling where Henry was looking now. Henry kissed his index, middle finger, and thumb as if he was kissing a religious medal that he held between his fingers.

"As the obedient daughter that I am," said Christine laying it on a bit thick. "I trust you to do the right thing Daddy," said Christine falling back on the bed with her arms and legs spread as if she was about to be nailed to the cross. Indeed, it was obvious that Christine was about to be nailed but not to the cross.

Hiding his incestuous lust for his daughter behind the thinly transparent shroud of his religion, yet with his facial expressions betraying his intentions, he was unable to mask the lust he had for his daughter. Henry stared at the naked, vulnerable, and perfect body of his daughter. She was so beautiful and so sexy, everything he'd want in a woman, how could he possibly resist his daughter's charms? She looked so much like her mother when Helen was her age. No doubt, by pretending that she was his wife instead of his daughter, obviously, he'd love to revisit the past by living in the present with his daughter.

By playing his cards right, with just a few religious words and subtle fatherly suggestions, she was his for the taking. Hiding behind his God, he stared at his daughter's naked body in the same way that Tommy stared at his sister's naked body when hiding in the closet. In the same way that Tommy now stared at his mother's naked body when in the bathroom with him, Christine's horny father leered at his daughter's naked body. In the way that Tommy stared at his mother's naked body when he barged in her bedroom while she removed her nightgown and in the way that his mother made no move to conceal her nakedness from her son, Christine made no move to cover her nakedness from her father.

Woe are them to be so twisted. Forever damned and doomed, this was a Godless house. More satanic than holy, with God having nothing to do with this incestuous charade, if Tommy and Christine's salvation was purely based upon them needing to be naked during this ridiculous ceremony, then the Devil was there to take their souls. God had little to do with what a mother sexually did with her son and what a father obviously wanted to sexually do to his daughter. May God take mercy on their lost souls.

"Your blessed mother, a saint in my book, has exorcised the Devil before with her father, her brothers, my father, and my brothers. She's a good woman who, in the name of God and everything holy, is willing to sacrifice her body for the sake of ridding them all of the Devil, including her son," he said unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. "She's in the bathroom now sucking the Devil out of Tommy before allowing him to fill her with his goodness."

"Daddy? Do you mean to say that mother is sucking and fucking her son?"

"Yes," he said.

"Eww, that's so nasty Daddy."

"Nasty? It's necessary that we take bold measures to rid you and your brother of the Devil," said her father removing his pants.

"Daddy?" The slut that she is, Christine tried but was unable to avert her eyes from watching her father undressing. "What are you doing?" 

"Just as your mother is naked with your brother before God and sucking the Devil right out of him before allowing him to fill her with his goodness, I'm getting naked with you for the same reason. Call it my religious medicine, if you will, but I intend to fill your mouth first with my goodness through my cock. Then I'm going to lick the Devil right out of your body by licking your pussy until you scream God's name. Last, I'll be filling your pussy with my all of hard, hairy goodness," said her father humping the air in the way that he was about to hump his daughter.

"Daddy...no. You can't do this," she said covering her naked body with her hand and forearm again. "This is wrong."

"Don't worry Christine. Trust me. I know what I'm doing. I've done this before with my mother, my sisters, my mother, and my sisters-in-law," he said removing his pants, his shirt, his tee shirt, his socks, and his underwear.

"Daddy!" Feigning embarrassment, Christine stared at her father's engorged prick in the way that she stared at her brother's swollen cock. "You have an erection. Eww. Why do you have an erection? Gross. That's so gross Daddy. Put it away," she said forsaking the modesty of covering her pussy with her hand to cover her eyes with her splay fingered hand.

She pretended to shield her eyes from seeing her father's cock but she stared at much as his erection as he stared at her naked pussy and tits. Obviously, she could have just closed her eyes but then she wouldn't be able to still see her father's cock as well as she could through her splayed fingered hand.

"Don't worry my child. Blessed by and worshipped by your mother, my erection is a necessary part of the religious process. Trust me child. Put your faith in me and in the Lord," he said walking closer to her bed and to his daughter. He took her hand and pulled her to a sitting position. "So that we both can pray for your eternal salvation, needing to be closer to God, I must stand while you kneel in front of me," he said placing his hand on his daughter's head as soon as she knelt down in front of her father.

"I'm afraid Daddy," she said staring at her father's cock that was poised by her lips before looking up at him with her big, blue eyes.

As if Christine was already sucking her father, the best vantage point for him to see his daughter, Henry looked down at his daughter with lust. As if his erect prick was a squirming serpent that searched for the opening that was his daughter's mouth, his cock was his lifeline to forever connect them. Her father's cock throbbed, pulsated, and bounced off of her lips and face every time he tried to spear her mouth and every time she moved away from her father.

To her credit, she played the part of the innocent daughter by tightening her lips and moving her head away from his probing penis. Yet, filled with incestuous passion for his daughter that was barely masked by his religion, no doubt hoping she'd accept him instead of rejecting him, Henry tried to impale his daughter's mouth with his stiff prick over and again. Ready to rejoice once his cock found shelter in her mouth, based on his past religious, albeit sexual, experiences with his mother, his sisters, his mother, and his sisters-in-law, as it had in the past, he truly believed that this would work now. 

"Don't be afraid my child. This house is God's house. We are all good people. Yet, even good people are tempted and seduced by the Devil from time to time. Even good people need to be cleansed, some more than others. I had a Hell of a time cleansing my mother and my mother. Over and again, I can't tell you how many times they had to suck my religion in their mouths and how many times I had to inject her pussies with my spiritual goodness," said her father with a devious smile.

"Oh my God, Daddy," said Christine looking up at her father from her knees. "You had sex with both of my Nanas?" She looked at him leering at her. "And are you now determined to have sex with me on the pretense of exorcising the Devil from my soul when," she paused to say what she was obviously thinking to see her father's reaction before continuing. "I dare say Daddy that the Devil resides in you more than he does in me?"

Nonsense Christine. That's just the Devil speaking through you in trying discredit me and all the good work that I do in saving the souls of my female relatives. Sex has nothing to do with what I did to help my mother, my sisters, my mother, and my sisters-in-law. Not as much an enjoyable deed as it was a necessary dirty deed, I did no such thing in violation of God but in contempt for the Devil," said her father taking offense.

"Daddy, I don't want to have sex with you," she said taking a stand. "I refuse to have sex with you. Having sex with you is wrong on so many levels. Please don't Daddy."

"Don't be silly. The Devil has obviously twisted your thought to think that the religious ceremony I'm about to do is sex. Sex had nothing to with the sacrifice that I made for my mother and my mother, as well as my sisters and sisters-in-law and that your mother has made for her father, her brothers, my father, and my brothers. That dirty Devil, residing in their souls and refusing to leave, was a stubborn bastard, but I finally overwhelmed him with my goodness and holy semen. Praise the Lord. Thank you Jesus. Hallelujah."

"Daddy, please don't force me to suck you. Eww, that's so nasty for a father to force his daughter to suck him. It's wrong for a daughter to blow her father," said Christine tightening her lips when her father's cock was positioned and pressed against her mouth. "Isn't it?" She looked up at him as if begging him to convince her to take his cock in her mouth.

"As you may or not know, my mother and my mother, your grandmothers, walk in God's light while living with holy men, men of God, men half their ages, albeit CFNM dancers," said her father with pride. "By sucking the Devil out of them and having them inject them with their spiritual goodness, they're been working hard to save their souls from the Devil. Tempted by so many female demons as part of their jobs as male strippers, for them to stay on the righteous path, my mother and mother-in-law tell me that they continue to suck the Devil right out of them and allow them to fill them with their goodness nearly every night."

"Daddy?"

"Yes Christine?"

"You realize, of course, that's all a crock of shit, right? You know that both my Nanas are whores, right? Women who enjoy attending strip clubs and having promiscuous sex with male strippers are nothing but dirty sluts."

"Nonsense. Blasphemy! How dare you say that about your grandmothers? That's just the Devil talking in you again," he said pointing his finger at his daughter as if he was pointing his finger at a demon. "Neither of your Nanas are whores, my child. My mother and my mother were lost souls filled with the Devil, until they sucked my goodness in them through my penis and until I filled them with my goodness by cumming in their pussies over and again. Now cleansed, they've found their mission in life by helping others to forsake the ways of the Devil and to find God," he said.

"Daddy?" She looked at her father with trepidation as well as sexual anticipation.

"Yes Christine? What is it my child?"

"Are you about to have sex with my naked body?"

Looking as if she was an innocent virgin, when she was so far from that, she batted her big blue eyes at him.

"Of course not. That's just the Devil talking through you again. Sex has nothing to do with what I'm about to do to your naked body," said her father with glee. "Sex is only for a married couple, a man and a woman and now stretched to encompass a man with a man and a woman with a woman. More of a religious experience, an epiphany in your spiritual education, I'm going to do something that I should have done years ago when I heard rumors that you were having sexual relations with the entire football team and having a circle jerk with the soccer team. More evidence that you were possessed by the Devil to have sex with so very many men, I'm going to cleanse you to rid your tortured soul of the Devil."

"I'm sorry Daddy," said Christine. "I don't do that anymore, not for a very long time, nearly a year, several months anyway, um, weeks and weeks actually, okay, not since yesterday," she said obviously not wanting to lie to her father and receive a spanking.

"Oh Lord. Please help my daughter. She was lost but now she's found...naked," he said addressing the ceiling again before focusing his attention to her. "What you did fucking and sucking so many young men was sex. What I do here today is not sex but a salvation and a confrontation before the Devil and before the Lord, God, Jesus Christ. This is your epiphany Christine," said her father taking his cock in one hand while pointing at her with the finger of his other hand. "Praise Jesus! God is coming to you," he said in the way of a game show emcee while looking towards the ceiling where he raised his hand before looking down where he pointed his cock that now anointed her lip.

"Daddy please don't do this," said Christine.

"In the name God and all things holy, I can assure you that what I'm about to do to you, my daughter, has nothing to do with sex but with religion. A self-sacrificing effort on my part, what I'm about to do to you is a religious experience for both of us. Praise Jesus," he said with a self-righteous smile. "What I'm going to do here today is not sex but your spiritual salvation. Praise God. By me sacrificing my body for you and filling your mouth and injecting your pussy with my goodness, I'm going to save your soul from the Devil, Christine," he said looking down from the ceiling again to look and point to his daughter.

"Instead of you filling my mouth and injecting my pussy with your goodness, Daddy, what if I promised to go to church with you and Mom every Saturday and twice on Sundays?"

"It's too late for that Christine. Let us pray," he said putting his hands together. "Dear Lord in Heaven, God above, save my daughter from the Devil by allowing me to fill her mouth with my goodness. Suck baby girl, suck Daddy's cock so that I may deliver all that I am inside of me, inside of you," he said looking at her while pushing her head forward and towards his engorged prick. "After you suck me, after I anoint you with my semen, and you swallow, I will lick the Devil right out of your pussy before injecting your pussy with my spiritual goodness."

"Seriously Daddy? Are you kidding me? You want me to blow you Daddy? You really think that by cumming in my mouth, licking my pussy, and fucking me that you'll rid me of the Devil and I'll be a better Christian woman? Uh, uh, no way. I can't blow you Daddy," said Christine shaking her head from side to side while her father ran the head of his cock across her lips one way and the other. "It's wrong for a daughter to have sex with her father. That's just nasty."




Mom, Sis, Dad, Bro, God, & Devil Ch. 05



"I realized that this may be difficult for you to understand being that you've been possessed by the Devil for so long and have had sex with so very many young men but just as it's hard for you," he said looking down at his stiff prick. "It's hard for me too."

"I can see that," said Christine talking to her father's cock.

"This is not a sexual act Christine but a religious routine that we've used in our families for generations," said her father. "After you've swallowed my semen, my magic elixir, my personal penicillin, if you will, that will protect you from the Devil and that will fight the Devil that resides deep within you, you'll nearly be saved."

"Thank you, I think Daddy," said Christine looking not too happy with being saved by her father forcing her to blow him.

"After I've injected you again with my semen in your pussy, you'll nearly be one with the Lord. Now, of course, this process may not work the first time and I may have to repeat this process day and night for a month. Then, after your mother is done bathing your brother, I'll bathe you too and we will walk together in the light of Heaven. Amen."

"Daddy," she said taking her father's cock in her hand and fondling his erection with her fingertips while looking up at him. "I can't do this. I can't suck you. This is so wrong for me to blow my own father in the way that I blew my own brother. What if instead of a blowjob, I gave you a hand job? What if you ejaculated across my tits and I rubbed your cum in my body as if it was an ointment? Wouldn't that be good enough to protect me from the Devil?"

"Sorry, no. You must take me inside of you for me to save your soul," said Henry.

"But Daddy?" She looked up at her father with pleading eyes not to force her to suck him. Obviously, she didn't want her father to cum in her mouth. Yet, part of their sacred process of salvation, oral ejaculation was a necessary part of the process.

"You blew your brother, didn't you?"

"Yes Daddy, I'm embarrassed to say," she said hanging her head. "But he stopped to eat me before cumming in my mouth." 

"Yet, you would have allowed your brother, a harbinger of the Devil, to cum in your mouth. Right?"

"Yes Daddy. I would have allowed Tommy to cum in my mouth."

"And being that you are adept at sucking cock, you would have swallowed his cum too. Am I right?"

"Yes, Daddy. I would have swallowed my brother's cum."

"What you had with your brother was sex. What you're about to experience with me if a miracle," he said looking up to the ceiling again with arms outstretched.

"More of a miracle for you than it is for me, I dare say," she said mumbling under her breath.

"Be brave Christine. Take heart. That's just the Devil talking Christine. Open your mother and take me inside. Suck Daddy, Christine. Suck Daddy, Christine," he said putting a heavy hand behind her blonde, pretty head. "Fill your mouth with all of me so that I can protect you from the demon, Satan."

"Daddy don't do this. Please, I beg you," she mildly protested and said halfheartedly when her father pushed her head forward into his prick.

Still playing the part of the virginal daughter to the end, even though both knew that she was a slut who'd suck anyone any time, even her brother and now especially her father. When she still didn't open her mouth to take her father's cock inside, he pulled her long, blonde hair hard. As soon as she opened her mouth to scream, he filled her mouth with his holy prick.

"Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus," he said humping his daughter's mouth and fucking her face.

No doubt, wanting the blowjob to end quickly, Christine stroked her father as fast as she could. It didn't take Henry very long to explode his goodness in his daughter's mouth. Nearly saved and with his salvation halfway complete, with Christine still reeling from sucking her father, allowing him to cum in her mouth, and swallowing him, Henry lifted his daughter from her knees and pushed her back on the bed. In the way that his son had, he moved between his daughter's spread legs. Fingering her while licking the Devil right out of her, he licked his daughter's sacred hole until she found religion when she screamed the name of the Lord God.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm coming with you to be saved Daddy. I'm cumming. Oh God I'm cumming."

With Christine still in the afterglow of her orgasm, she allowed her father to mount her and, for the first time, French kiss her as if they were lovers and, in effect, they were. He positioned his cock by her pussy and she guided his cock inside of her with her hand. Allowing her father hump her while she returned his humps in their effort to further drive out the beast from her body by injecting himself within her, he pounded her pussy until he exploded all that was good in his daughter's body for her to reject all that was bad. On the surface the religious process of exorcism made sense but we all know that the only Devils in the house that day was a father having sex with his daughter and a mother having sex with her son. In taking his holy name of the Lord in vain, God had nothing to do with this incestuous process.

"Oh Daddy. You've turned me into such an incestuous slut, I mean, a good girl."

"Sometimes even good girls are bad Christine before they are good, really good," he said. "Fuck me Christine. Fuck Daddy. As if I was the Lord God, your Heavenly Father, make love to your father in the way that you would if I was Jesus.

"Oh fuck me Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Pound my pussy. Fuck me hard. Harder. I'm cumming. I'm cumming Daddy. I'm coming with you to the promise land, as soon as I experience a second orgasm."

* * * * *

A family that has incestuous sex together prays together. Eradicated of the Devil and in harmony with the Lord, God, the Holy Ghost, and Jesus Christ, that Sunday with Tommy filled with his mother's spiritual goodness and Christine filled with her father's spiritual goodness, they all attended the Nude Day barbeque together as a family, albeit as a naked family. Joined as one in the eyes of God, they celebrated Nude Day not as voyeuristic men and exhibitionistic women celebrating Nude Day by gawking and lusting over one another's bodies but as a holy family of goodness and of God. Enjoying all the blessings of God and nature, they swam in the ocean naked, walked along the beach naked, and tanned on the sand naked. Naked, naked, naked, Mother Helen, father Henry, sister Christine, and brother Tommy were naked.

"Praise God," said Helen.

"Hallelujah," said Henry.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm naked with my family on Nude Day at the beach. I can't believe my father forced me to blow him before fucking me night and day for nearly a week," said Christine silenced by the sound of the crashing surf.

"I can't believe I had sex with my mother. I can't believe I'm at the beach with my naked mother and naked sister. If only my Dad wasn't here. I can't believe my mother believes all of this stuff about saving me from being possessed by the Devil by giving me hot sex night and day for nearly a week," said Tommy. "Now any time I'm horny, I just have to speak dirty to her while grabbing her ass and tits. Any time I want her to save me again, I just have to tell my mother that I'm possessed by the Devil. On the pretense of sucking the Devil from my soul, she falls to her knees, blows me, and then fucks me with her goodness. Wow! Thank you Jesus. Truthfully, I'm born again."

Only and obviously with every other sinner on the beach that day filled with and consumed by the evilness of the Devil, onto themselves and segregated away from this religious family, no one else bothered with them at the Nude Day barbeque. Christine eyed Jason from afar while he ignored her and Tommy. Only Amanda made eyes at Christine's father and brother when she came over to say hi.

"Hi," said Amanda to Christine while talking to Christine's brother's huge cock.

Obviously still filled with the Devil and needing another spiritual sucking and injection from his mother, Tommy leered at all the naked women that frolicked on the beach. Always wanting to but never having seen Amanda's naked body, he looked at her in the same way that he looked at his sister and mother. A most difficult case in his rejection of Satan, in the way that Helen had a Hell of her time with her father, her father, her brothers, and her brothers-in-law in ridding them of the Devil, no doubt, she'd have the same difficult time with her son. Over and again, night and day, she'd have to suck the Devil from his cock before injecting him with her goodness. Yet, up for the challenge of sucking out the Devil out of him while injecting him with her goodness, once sucked clean, she was ready to save her son as many times as it took.

Most people who are possessed by the Devil don't know they're possessed by the Devil. Not all demonic cases are like Regan MacNeil played by Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Not everyone is suspended in the air with their head spinning around on their neck before puking green slime. Most people, even those so possessed by the Devil, especially those so possessed by the Devil, no doubt thought that this family was incestuously twisted to celebrate Nude Day as a naked family together on a public beach. A father naked with his naked daughter and a mother naked with her naked son, how dare they! What's wrong with these people? Nonetheless, despite the stares, the whispers, the laughter, and the speculation that they were doing so much more than just enjoying the Nude Day naked, they enjoyed the beach alone until Helen's church group found out where they were when she was absent from church that Sunday.

"If the mountain won't come to Mohammed, Mohammed must come to the mountain," said Bertha a big, happy black woman. Totally naked, she had breasts hanging down to her belly button and a big, black ass that gave her enough padding that she didn't need a chair to get comfortable sitting on the warm, soft sand. With the whole congregation walking behind them, Bertha walked with her husband, Jerome, who had a cock even bigger than Tommy's cock.

With all of them believing that they were doing God's work in saving their blood relatives from the Devil by sucking, licking, and fucking, the singing of dozens of religious people that invaded the beach that day was miraculous. Bringing the service to them, being that their intentions were all holy and good, their congregation had no reservation in celebrating the Nude Day holiday by removing their clothes and being naked before God and one another. With the women still wearing their oversized floral hats and the men only wearing their neckties, whether short, tall, obese, thin, young, and old, every adult walked from their cars naked that day to rejoice in the salvation and being born again of Tommy and Christine. 

Free of their clothes as well as their sexual inhibitions to walk over Cape Cod's sand dunes naked, her entire church congregation gave themselves to not only Nude Day but to God. Twisted by their perverse sexual lust for one another, the other heathens enjoyed the Nude Day barbeque for all the wrong reasons, sex, sexual contact, sexual promiscuity, and sexual perversion. What many may have mistaken as and deemed a sexual orgy, Helen's church group took it upon themselves to save the souls of the non-believers by sucking and licking out the Devil before injecting them and being injected by them with their spiritual goodness. A winning day for God's team, there were a lot of lost souls being saved that day.

"Hallelujah! Praise God. Love Jesus! Glory be to the Almighty!"

Jimmy Swaggart, Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker, if only Tammy Faye were still alive, and Joel and Victoria Olsteen would be proud of this Nude Day spiritual mission.

The End