6 comments/ 154200 views/ 65 favorites Spring Break at Home By: wet_special This incest story's characters are wholly fictional. There are bisexual females and straight males. They are young, good looking, and uncommonly well-endowed. There are erotic passages amidst a plot that tries to put all of the incest within a halfway believable framework, accompanied at times by alcohol. The plot is meant to be believable, yet not incredibly realistic. The plot mentions a history of father-daughter incest, some of it is non-consensual. No actual love scenes. No one was a minor when it took place. I sympathize with all victims of rape and abuse. There is a time and place for social crusades that address these problems, just as there is a time and place for stroke smut. Rest assured that this is the latter, and enjoy if you will. Also, I would like to thank Rex Brookdale for all the time and effort spent editing this story. Women were a mystery to Sam. He could see exactly what his dad, Victor, found so appealing about a character like Lilah, but he could only guess at what made her tick. Sam had grown up in the house in which his step-mom now lived with Victor and himself. She had moved in just after marrying his dad the previous December. At first, her overt sex appeal had upset Sam on so many levels, only some of which he'd, as yet, become aware. Victor's work took him abroad on business, leaving his son to nurse a few grudges against his dad's new flirty second wife. It seemed up to Lilah to help him understand, and to teach him some valuable lessons. First on Sam's list of grudges was Lilah's replacing Gloria in the family nucleus. Gloria was his mother who for the past two years had had to live in a nursing home in Chicago, a two-hour drive away. The situation seemed as simple as a banner on a billboard that announced in huge letters, 'My dad tossed my real mom to the curb, to bang this hot piece of ass'. To Sam it was obvious that Lilah was using Victor; but then, Sam sometimes wondered if perhaps it was mutual. As if to show her off, when Victor was home he always threw parties or took her out. After they had married, Sam had supposed she might tone down her attire. He'd wanted to believe in his own father's good judgment, and had stayed out of Victor's business. Thus, during their engagement, Sam had kept his mouth shut. After getting to know her better over the past months he wondered why he had ever imagined that she might wear something as tame as a pair of 'mom' jeans. She was almost twenty years his dad's junior. Some days, while sifting through all of the things on his list, maybe that was the biggest problem. During the first days after she'd moved in, Lilah was everywhere no matter which way he turned, wandering around the house, standing out like a rainbow lollipop in a diabetic ward. When he thought she wasn't looking, he gazed at her sexy, pouty red lips, big dark eyes, and long eyelashes. She wasn't tall, yet there was nothing to complain about. He'd taken as many surreptitious glances as he could of her large firm breasts, long legs, and tight butt. She wore a lot of sexy outfits, and enjoyed fiddling around with her hair, changing her look several times in one day, from cute to fabulous, depending on her mood. Sam's mood often made him prefer to describe her as someone who enjoyed dressing like a slut. Once, in a fit of exasperation, he had actually told her to her face that he couldn't tell the difference between her and a whore. Granted, she had been a major distraction to him all afternoon, strutting around the house in her heels. He'd turned up the volume on the tv to try to distract himself from staring at her, when he had first heard her approach. Then she had stopped next to the sofa; he'd looked at her, and just blurted it out. Lilah had been shocked at first, but then asked why. Another woman might have brought the matter up to the boy's father, but Lilah seemed too self-assured to be afraid of a nineteen-year-old boy. Instead, she had shut off the tv, sat down across from him on the ottoman, leaned forward, and for the next hour had had Sam's undivided attention. Lilah knew she was sexy as fuck (if you asked her, she would have used the terms 'young' and 'attractive'). She had spent years grooming herself for Mr. Right. In the process, she had discovered that she really enjoyed the feeling of looking her absolute best. Thus it had become more than just a habit of arranging her hair and applying makeup. She no longer felt comfortable if she looked even the slightest bit shabby, and worked hard to maintain her toned physique of which she was unabashedly proud. To his credit, Sam tried to put himself in her shoes, figuratively speaking, and had realized that perhaps she had a point. He himself liked to work out and was proud of his own burgeoning muscles. *********** It had been a brisk and sunny Saturday. Sam was on Spring Break. With nothing to do nearby, given that they lived in a rather rural suburb, his plans for the day had been simple: to kick back and watch a few of his favorite movies, and maybe nab a swig of liquor when no one was looking.... Hot damn, he thought, suddenly looking up from where he lounged on the couch, watching the initial credits and title roll across the tv screen. She looked drop-dead gorgeous in a frilly skirt and purple blouse. "Hey, want to watch that movie in the bedroom?" she asked. "Nah it's okay, I've already started." "Are you sure? You can't really watch it with all that glare in here. Come on, I'll watch it with you." "Sure." They had a nice projector in the bedroom. A few minutes later, they had moved into the bedroom and were watching the movie's opening scene. Then, when they were only ten minutes into it, Lilah excused herself to go take a shower. He was a little disappointed, but chalked it up to the mysteries of the fairer gender, for which he was gaining a new-found respect. As she showered, his attention drifted from the movie, and he began to listen to the splatter of hot water in the shower just beyond the door. He envisioned it cascading off of her perfect curves and then pelting the marble floor. He imagined seducing her there, and in his mind's eye he watched the two of them fucking like porn stars under the hot spray, first with his cock deep in her pussy, then fucking her glorious tits. As he fantasized, he stroked his growing erection; there seemed no harm in having a little chubby while she was away in the shower. He imagined her mouth on his dick, struggling to take in his shaft. Then she would confess that she wanted anal, and he would vigorously oblige her. Her shower had ended. The door opened, and Sam quickly drew his hand away from his crotch. Had she seen? He doubted it. "Sorry, Sam, I forgot to get some clothes first," she said, as she emerged from the shower room amidst a cloud of vapor. She hurried past the screen with only a bath towel wrapped around her body. Her toned legs carried her gracefully and swiftly across to the walk-in closet, where she'd stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind her. Much of her wardrobe of skimpy outfits, elegant dresses, and lingerie, hung at the ready. She dropped her towel to the floor and turned on a fan. Cool air rushed over her body, and she sighed with pleasure. Lilah couldn't help but feel a strong attraction to her stepson. He worked out, and he was handsome. He minded his schoolwork, but found time to listen to her talk. The more they talked, the more their rapport seemed to grow. He eschewed pop culture in his pursuit of social and political awareness, which was very important to Lilah. She liked to talk to him, and no matter how long she went on, he never seemed to tune her out. She wasn't positive, but she thought he was into her. Maybe he even thought about having sex with her. She only hoped that it was true, because she was going to make it happen if she could – Victor be damned. Lilah convinced herself for the umpteenth time that Sam had to be secretly attracted. Who was she kidding, doubting herself? He had never mentioned that she looked pretty, yet she had felt his eyes on him whenever her back had been turned. Had he been watching her out of suspicion, or admiration? Was the sexual tension entirely her creation, or was he hiding his own impulses and desires? She had known that a strait-laced boy like Sam, who still hung his honors graduation certificate in his room, wasn't going to make a move on his own step-mom, no matter how she looked or dressed. Slipping on a comfortable bra and checking herself out in the mirror, she perused her now-substantial rack thanks to some augmentation surgery last year, and marveled for the thousandth time at her glorious globes. They had been a labor of love, literally. A plastic surgeon had done them for free while carrying on an affair with her. She fondly remembered the first time she had locked the door to his office and bent over his desk. He'd almost had a heart attack, and then subsequently had given her breasts the utmost care. They were full and round and soft, and she absolutely loved them. As for the rest of her body, she took care of that at the gym and by careful dieting. She reached for a fuchsia t-shirt and pink boy-shorts covered in lace frills. They matched her pink and purple nails. She put on a pair of lavender leg warmers, then checked herself in the mirror once more. Something was missing – she needed heels, and opted for a pair of four-inch stilettos, then pulled her leg warmers down over her ankles leaving her toes and the edges of her heels visible. She took a moment to apply some quick makeup and turned off the fan. After a final review in the mirror, turning and twisting to make sure her boy shorts weren't riding up too high, she strolled into the bedroom, casually plopping down on her side of the ultra-soft king-sized bed. "I hope you didn't expect me to pause the movie," Sam said. "It's alright, I've seen this movie before. Still love it, though." "Me too." Despite his misgivings, he had found that Lilah sometimes reminded him of his older sister Annabelle. So much so, that he had accidentally called her Annie several times already. Both were beautiful, and worldly, and smart as whips. Annabelle had a special place in his heart, and he frequently felt the loss of her presence since she had moved out. She often visited, however, and they were in touch via social media. Lately, Sam had found himself attracted to his sister, and relished the moments when she'd touched his hand or shoulder while they'd talked. When he'd browsed the pictures she'd put up on her social web page, of her with her hot friends, she was the best-looking girl of the bunch. Sam didn't know anyone at college, though he made friends in class easily enough. At the end of the day, he came home to homework, and to his weird family situation. The awkward problems at home seemed to barge in on any attempt to pursue a relationship, like a bunch of embarrassing relatives at a family gathering. As a result, he remained a virgin at 19, mostly of his own volition. He didn't like to dwell on it, since part of him would have jumped at any opportunity whatsoever to change his status. Despite not broaching the subject with her, he'd come to view Lilah as someone who seemed to understand his dilemma. Almost as if on cue, he felt her take his hand. He hadn't flinched in the slightest. Instead, he'd found himself reciprocating. At that moment, the cop in the movie was telling his wife he would be working late again. "Sam, is that girl hot?" she'd asked him. "The wife, or that lady?" "The lady." Sam thought the lady character turned up at the oddest points, as though she was stalking the main character. He refrained from mentioning it. "Yeah, I guess so." "Is that why you have a boner?" Sam hadn't known what to say. He'd been caught. "Or does it make you feel uncomfortable that we're holding hands?" "No, I don't mind it." "Good. I want us to be close, you know. You don't have to act strange around me." "Right. Okay." "Maybe we could be a little closer?" she offered. "What do you mean?" "Well, like this," she said, scooting closer to him to lie down in the middle of the bed, their shoulders only inches apart. They were no longer holding hands so much as touching forearms together. "Is this okay?" she whispered. "Mm-hmm." They watched the movie for a few more minutes. She was so close to him. He was acutely aware of her breasts and the way that they rose and fell as she breathed. His eyes drifted to her thighs, and the bit of fluffy pink boy shorts hugging her sex. He wanted to roll over and fuck her brains out, no longer caring if it was wrong. Then again, he didn't dare. He felt so confused by his own naïve thinking, that he'd come to believe that Lilah was just acting normally. He told himself that she was just trying to make him feel more at ease by spending a little time with him. To this narrative, he then added the rationalization that although she might dress in provocative clothing, still she was really a faithful wife, and so it followed that she could do both with impunity. Lilah was a good woman, and very special. His dad, however, was someone about whom Sam had no trouble grasping the unvarnished truth. He knew Victor had a womanizing streak a mile wide. Sam had recently found this out when sneaking a peek at Victor's email while he was away on business. It turned out that his dad regularly received email from hookers in Bangkok, and their correspondence went back for years. Spying on Dad's tawdry dealings had felt weird at first, but now Sam no longer felt any compunction to stop. The things that grabbed his attention most were the pictures the girls sent of themselves. They depicted fairly young girls with ripe figures, either bursting out of skimpy little costumes, or just plain naked. They often blurred out their eyes or faces. Sometimes two girls posed, fucking each other while wearing strap-ons. Usually they were in schoolgirl outfits, or ridiculous nurse costumes. All of them were sexy as sin. Included with the photos were price quotes, listing what services were included. Mostly written in broken English, everything was always direct and to the point. "Cum as many times as you can," he once read. "This girl very deep suck girl, limited time discount," wrote another one. He stared at a particular hooker's picture several times; she had a very cute face, with cute bangs, and posed with her lips slightly parted. He wished he could meet her. The girls Victor liked were apparently so much in demand that they could pick and choose their clients; yet he seemed to get them, and to get whatever he wanted from them. In their messages, they recalled their encounters with him and promised to do all of the things they had done before. They had described dressing up in their nurse costumes for him, getting high on drugs in his room, and then having decadent orgies. It sounded like paradise on Earth. Sam could almost understand his father's cheating ways. The thing that bothered him, aside from Gloria's situation, was the mystery behind his sister's sudden departure from the house. She and Victor had seemed to have some sort of falling out, yet when he asked her about it she had never revealed what had happened, saying only that he was too young for her to explain in a way that he'd understand. Time passed, and soon the matter became old news. Even though Victor had remarried at the age of 45, he remained a womanizer. That, Sam knew, would never change. Doubtless, he was cheating on his wife. It was a crying shame to cheat on a woman who was so lovely and warm ... and faithful. He couldn't imagine cheating on someone as hot as Lilah. Coming out of one reverie, Sam slid right into another when Lilah shifted to lean her head lightly against his shoulder. Her silky black hair was so lovely, he mused. The scent of her shampoo wafted in his nose. Between thinking about Victor's Thai hookers, and having Lilah next to him on the bed, Sam was sporting some pretty serious wood. He told himself to calm down, and promised himself that as soon as the movie ended, he'd go back to his room and beat off. The movie had its funny parts, at which she sometimes giggled. He wasn't laughing so much, though. She got up on one elbow to look at him from beneath her thick, dark eyelashes. "Is something the matter, Sam?" Before he could answer, she rested her weight on his chest, pressing her fleshy bosom against his stomach. He felt her hip touching the straining bulge in his jeans. She pretended not to notice. "Hey, I can't see!" he protested. "Were you really watching it?" No answer. "If you wanted to watch something else, why not say something?" He again said nothing, so she sat up on the bed and faced him. "Is everything alright in school?" Still no answer. She paused to think. "Or, is something on your mind? A girl, perhaps?" "No." "Or a boy?" "I'm not gay! Jeez, Lilah!" "It could be a friend, or a bully who is bothering you. Still, if you are gay, there's hope for you yet." She'd grinned and laid her hand on his bulging crotch. "Whoa, hey now," he said, starting to sit up, but she put a dainty hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. "Hey, just a minute now – hope for me yet?" he retorted. "Are you accusing me of being attracted to you?" Sam tried his best to sound incredulous. Lilah looked straight into his eyes with the coyest of smiles. "Either that, or you have a thing for Denzel here." "Trust me, I—" "So then, why the hard-on?" Sam said nothing, and looked away. "Don't want to talk? Fine, let's finish watching the movie." She lay down again, this time making sure their bodies touched from their shoulders to their calves. She walked her fingers over his hips and then settled her hand over his crotch again. Sam made as if to get up, but changed his mind. Part of him wanted to see how far his step-mom was going to go. "That's it, don't run away," Lilah had cooed, looking into his eyes as her hand felt its way around his fly. She unbuttoned his jeans and reached down into his pants. Her fingers encircled his shaft. "Oh my! Still hard," she cooed, stroking his thick meat. "I can tell it's big. Can I see it, or would that embarrass you?" Sam lay perfectly still. His breathing, however, had become labored, and gave him away. "Well, I'll take that as a yes," she said melodically. She unzipped his fly and raised his mast. It was almost as big as her forearm. "Oh my, oh my!" She exclaimed as the massive phallus hardened and swelled before her eyes. "Are you seriously—?" he began to ask, but she put a finger over his lips. "No, this is wrong," he began again but stopped, mesmerized, his eyes following every move of her ruby lips. Two things flashed through his mind: first, Sam had never had a blow job. And secondly: oh god ... it was at that moment that he realized that all of his pretense was for naught: she had been well aware of his crush, all along. His thoughts went no further, as by now she was kneeling by his shoulders and bent over his waist, her cute face poised over his totem pole and moving to take him into her mouth. She brought her mouth down around his tip and licked his glans, tasting his sweet precum. She could tell she was going to have to open wide, and stretched her jaws a few times, then wiggled her ass in the air as she took her first few licks. His cock flexed with anticipation. She crooned with delight and began to lick his shaft from top to bottom. Sam watched as she pushed her mouth down to envelop his meat. Her mouth felt wet, and a little cool—pure heaven. Her head bobbed up and down, and the ends of her hair tickled his stomach. He felt her lips and her moist tongue, the walls of the inside of her mouth. Every part of his being was focused on the pleasure. His entire blood supply seemed to be surging to the tip of his dick. His breathing sounded ragged, as he gasped over and over with each new sensation. Glancing to his right, he saw her cute ass, high in the air. If he stretched, he could just reach her with his right hand and squeeze her tight, smooth buns. In a daze, he looked back down and saw her bobbing up and down, halfway down his cock. Spring Break at Home Lilah released his spit-coated shaft and jerked him with one hand. "Sam, if this feels good, tell me so." "It feels really good," Sam croaked. He gulped and cleared his throat. "If you tell me to stop, I will," she said, as she prepared to go down on him again. "It's okay," he said, words failing him. She gently licked and sucked his balls, eliciting a long, sexy moan from the young man. At the same time, she absently stroked the base of his manhood with one hand. Then she sat up and smiled at him, her blouse stretched tight across her firm melons perched high on her chest. She grasped his dick in both hands and began rubbing his shaft again, corkscrewing her hands around his saliva-slickened cock as she pulled and squeezed. Sam could feel her soft fingers rubbing all around his sensitive glans. His body went rigid with sudden, intense pleasure, and he felt an orgasm churning in his balls. Try as he might, he couldn't hold back. "Cum-cumming," he gasped, his eyes opened wide and then closed tight, his eyebrows knitted together as he concentrated. In two heartbeats, her mouth was locked around his helmet and not a moment too soon. His dick blasted her with a wad of salty-sweet, milky cum, immediately followed by a second mouthful, and as she struggled to swallow all of it a massive third spurt poured out, then several smaller ones. It was too much for her to swallow, and some of it overflowed, splattering the edges of her lips and running down his thick, veiny meat. Sam saw stars. He opened his eyes, breathing heavily, and watched his copious jism flow all over the hands that continued to slowly, gently pump his shaft. He closed his eyes again, feeling as though an angel was lifting him on clouds to heaven. Lilah held his cock ever so lightly in between her lips until she had swallowed every drop. Then she licked her lips, and down along his shaft until she had licked him clean. "I can't believe it," Sam finally whispered. "That was so good, and you, Lilah, I just want you to know that you are so, so special to me." "You are a sweet boy," Lilah sighed happily. "Your cum was actually sweet, you know. I can't wait to do it again." "Again? But ... w-why did you do that in the first place?" "I wanted to. Didn't you?" "Yes, but how did you know I wanted to?" "Oh, Sam. How does anybody know anything?" She rolled her eyes. "These things just happen naturally." "But my dad—" "Don't even mention him right now. Wow, are you still hard? " They looked down, and sure enough his cock was still as rigid as it had been. "Well, you licked it for a while after I came—" "Oh my, oh my," she smiled, looking at the clock and then back at his cock. Annabelle was due to visit in an hour, but there was plenty of time. She arched her back and pulled her shirt up over her head while Sam eagerly pulled down her frilly boy shorts. She wriggled out of her bra, freeing her round cantaloupes. He immediately placed his hands on her lovely orbs, kneading and squeezing them. He couldn't imagine how it felt to have such a ripe pair of knockers but he tried to do what he thought she would enjoy. He watched her reaction as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. Lilah writhed and squirmed against his hands, and a series of sighs escaped her glittering lips. "Mmmm, I love the way you play with my breasts," she murmured. "Don't stop." He had his orders. Meanwhile, he kissed his way down her stomach, all the way down to her shaved snatch. Soon, he had his face buried between her legs. She lay on her back, legs up high and spread wide, while he licked her clit. He stopped fondling her breasts with one hand and explored her wet folds with one finger. She was soaking wet, and he slid his long middle finger into her quivering cunt. "Oh, yes," she squealed. "Play with my nipples and my clit at the same time. Oh god, oh Sam, it feels great!" He soon had two of his big fingers inside of her, rubbing her G-spot around and around. His lips pulled and sucked on her clit, each rhythmic application of his tongue made her writhe passionately. She ran her fingers through his short dark curls. She loved men with nice heads of hair, almost as much as she loved when they put their big dicks deep inside of her. It was why she had been able to make the marriage with Victor work, in spite of everything else. "Okay, mmnh! So good, soooo good," she moaned. "Come up here, Sam." She pulled at his head, at his shoulders, but he kept licking her, driving her insane. He was determined to lick her to orgasm. She flung her legs wide for his flickering tongue. "Alright that's enough!" she squealed. "Oohoohohh, yes!" she moaned as he sucked on her sensitive nub. Her cries of pleasure never let up, and neither did Sam. A few minutes later, three fingers flashing in and out of her slit, his tongue whipping wildly against her button, she began to climax. Each push of his fingers against her G-spot took her higher and she screamed as the pleasure grew to be too much to bear. He relented in his cunnilingual onslaught and she continued to convulse, then shudder, until the last waves of pleasure had subsided. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, hesitating. Sam was too hard to think about being shy with Lilah any longer, and he felt sure there was still time for them to fuck before his sister arrived. Lilah eyed the dresser, which was a perfect height for Sam. She led him over to it, and opened the curtains to let in the light. Her body looked perfect; even more enticing in broad daylight, the bright streams of light shone through the window and made her skin glow. He could see every ripple, every jiggle as she moved. He helped her sit up on the dresser, and then opened her lovely legs. She wrapped them around his waist as he moved into position, looking down between them to watch her reach down to guide him, and he thrust up into her juicy, silky center. She looked up at him open-mouthed, as inch by inch, his thick member slid into her, spreading her love tunnel wide. She accepted his girth only barely, sometimes whimpering, as it squeezed through her slippery folds delivering stroke after stroke. She whimpered and moaned. Eventually the position was too much of a strain on her tailbone. They changed positions, and she bent over the dresser. He slid his juice-slickened phallus back inside her from behind. Every movement was electrifying. She hoped she would not be hurt too much, as his big dick pounded her from this angle. Sure enough, she bottomed out against his phallus, but was relieved that she could feel his pubes tickling her ass delightfully as he did so. His lush, fat, cock head was lodged so deeply that it hit the roof of her vagina, and nestled firmly against her cervix. She moaned again as he began to move. Every millimeter of her pussy sang with pleasure at the friction of his fat, stiff pole, and she nearly choked, gulping hard, when he began to move at tempo. The pleasure went from intense to complete overload, and she lost her composure, drooling and moaning. Her hazel eyes, wide with shock, kept rolling back in her head. She had been with a dozen or more well-endowed men, but Sam had to be the biggest in that department. Not to mention, unlike some of the others attached to those big swinging dicks, he was so young and handsome. Soon she was coasting to her next orgasm, her head hung low below the top of the dresser, her knees touching, and her feet slightly apart. Sam held her shapely hips up to the perfect thrusting height, and pounded away. It was his first time with a woman, and what a woman! Her hot, dripping wet cunt was every bit as tight as he had hoped a pussy would be. He felt every ripple and fold of her silken inner walls. As he thrust, he noticed that she was writhing and muting her own screams, until she began creaming all over his thrusting shaft, her petite butt bouncing against his thrusts. It was all so intensely erotic, and he tried to make the pleasure last, but she kept moaning, "Keep going, more, don't stop." "I—I think I'm gonna cum soon," he panted in between breaths. "Inside me is good, you can cum deep inside me. Fuck me, pump me, fill me with all of your cum!" Annabelle had the worst timing in the world. Out of the corner of his eye, through the gauzy curtains and out beyond the budding leaves of the trees in the front yard, he saw his sister's car pull into the driveway. She was early! "Oh shit, she's here!" Lilah cursed as she felt Sam abruptly slide his cock out of her. For her part, she would have kept going even if the Queen of England had walked in, but Sam was determined not to let Lilah suffer humiliation on account of him. If that meant he needed to be dressed in five seconds, he was damned sure going to try. He did a half cartwheel across the bed, miraculously slipping his baggy jeans on two legs at a time. He ran back around the bed to pick up his shirt, then ran to get a towel to tamp away the sweat coursing down his chest and neck. Lilah seemed a little dazed, and she moved almost as if in slow-motion. The lovely red-headed Annabelle was already strolling up the driveway, and Lilah was only just putting her panties back on. Panicking slightly, Sam found himself wondering if, as a female, she was more affected by their abrupt stop in the middle of coitus. He realized, moments later when they hurried out of the bedroom, that he'd had it reversed, as blue balls set in with staggering intensity. Their hearts jumped into their throats when they half-ran, half-walked out of the master bedroom, only to find Annabelle already at the top of the stairs, standing right there in front of them. They knew exactly what they looked like: a couple who had just been fucking, a fresh sheen of sweat forming on their flushed red faces. "What were you two doing up in the bedroom?" "Watching a movie," said Lilah. "Oh, watching a movie. On the projector," echoed Sam. "It was my idea," Lilah added. Slowly, Annabelle looked first at one and then at the other, and said, "Really?" "Yup." "Oh, yeah," chimed in Lilah. "Look Sam, I'm not going to tell Dad. He might just kill you if he found out. I'm glad I guess, you could say I've been waiting for you two to sort your feelings out. Lilah being the way she is, we figured it would only be a matter of time." "Wait, who is we?" Sam asked. He saw Lilah grin at his sister with mischief and delight. "Alright, you got us," Lilah said with a gay smile. "We weren't just watching a movie. Sam was just amazing though. Have you seen this boy at full mast?" "No! Of course not, but I mean," Annabelle grinned, a fresh look of excitement on her face, "how was it? Is he ... pretty huge?" "Pretty huge? He's like a horse, girl. No lie." "Oh my god!" Annabelle put her hands over her mouth but the huge grin on her face was reflected in her twinkling blue eyes. "Well, congratulations, you two!" The women exchanged meaningful looks. Then they turned to look at Sam. "Sam. We have things to tell you," Annabelle said. "I think it's time." Lilah and Annabelle embraced and kissed right there on the spot, their hands caressing each other's bodies intimately. Annabelle scented the semen lingering on Lilah's lips. Sam stood there in shocked amazement, watching and trying to make sense of the sight. One of his sister's hands squeezed Lilah's ass. As if their deep kissing was not confirmation enough, he chided himself. "Alright, what is going on?" he finally interjected. "You two are—?" "Lovers, yes," supplied Annabelle as she came up for air. "Holy cow! So like, when was I going to be told about this?" "We weren't sure about telling you. It goes way back," said Lilah. "You were too young," said Annabelle. "I mean, I didn't even realize you went that way," Sam said, his pride hurt a little. "Not that I have anything against it though, of course," he quickly added. "So, does Dad know?" "NO!" they both shouted. "And don't tell him!" Annabelle added. They moved to the living room and had a long family chat. First came the history of Victor and Gloria. Victor's first marriage was to Gloria, Annabelle and Sam's mother. She had found out about Victor's infidelity, and forgiven him time and again. Eventually she realized that he simply would not change. When she had threatened to divorce him and take the children, he had used lawyers and investigators to viciously smear her, in order to protect the half of his wealth to which she would have been entitled. The legal battles were unexpectedly traumatic for her. She had even spent a few months in a mental health facility, from which she had emerged with newly-diagnosed chronic mental disorders, several prescriptions for potent anti-depressants, and was never the same again. She and Victor did finally divorce, but on much more favorable terms for him. Next came the story Sam had been waiting for, regarding what had happened to his sister. After Annabelle had graduated from high school, she couldn't find a job to support herself. Somehow Victor had convinced her that she didn't need to go to college. Sometimes, particularly after he had returned from abroad, he brought her into the shower with him, and had had sex with her. Sam listened quietly as Annabelle explained that at the time she had truly believed that she was protecting her brother in some way, by allowing Victor to do this to her. If she had consented, it had been only out of fear and confusion. From the beginning, Victor had not been satisfied with just a hand job or even with her pussy. He had tried to fuck her ass, relenting after several painful attempts. So, he used her pussy, and came inside of her. It frightened her that she might become pregnant. She took a Plan B pill, and then got on prescription birth control. Finally she realized that what he had done was a form of rape. At least, that was what she told Sam; but Annabelle had omitted what then happened over the months that followed: the part where, as she had started to meet other boys, she'd found that none of them really measured up when compared to Victor. In addition to size, his stamina was unreal. Lubing herself up with soap and letting him plough her in the shower had in fact become one of her guilty pleasures. Soon, the sex had become routine. He and Annabelle had had sex at least a hundred times, including dozens of times during the years after she'd moved out. Victor was a jerk and a tool for what he had done to her mom, but he was persistently horny and Annabelle felt that they needed each other. Part of her was disgusted with herself for wanting the man that she hated more than anyone else. At times, he made her feel like she was just another piece of ass, a sex object. She was using him as well, however, and that was where she sometimes got confused. They even had code names for all of the nearby hotels, all to keep their trysts a secret from Sam. Obsessed with finding a way to perform anal sex with her father, for which he craved, she'd practiced and had finally been able to take his massive phallus into her rectum. She remembered his triumphant, lusty screams of absolute delight when he had first pumped her ass full of cum. She had relished the feeling of giving her father everything he wanted. Daddy's Little Girl had graduated to Daddy's Sex Doll. Annabelle refrained from admitting all of this to Sam because the last thing she wanted was to risk Sam seeing himself as simply a replacement for Victor's big dick. He was still too young and inexperienced. Instead, she told Sam that she consented to sex with Victor somewhat reluctantly on multiple occasions since that first time, and then she kept the rest of the details light. As for Sam, it had been difficult to learn that Victor had made Annabelle have sex with him. At that point, her tale had confirmed Sam's misgivings about his father, once and for all. As she talked on, the nineteen-year-old's attention diminished until he was only half-listening, succumbing to a daydream focused around impure thoughts about his sister, and anal sex. It was when Annabelle explained how she had come to move out that he focused again on what she was saying. ".... Some of my friends had asked me if I wanted to room with them, and I jumped at the chance. By that time there were emotional scars that needed to heal. I distrusted men, including you, Sam, even though I loved you dearly. So, I kept my distance, watching out for you as best I could, and, well, I began to explore my sexual curiosity about being with women. Lilah and I met through an LGBT chat forum, and we began to date." For a long time, Annabelle had mentioned nothing to Lilah about what Victor had done. "When Lilah found out about the rape, she wanted me to report it but I insisted that we needed to be cautious. The case was not clear-cut in my favor, and our Mom had told me about how ruthless Victor and his lawyers had been. She warned me that Victor would sooner waste his money on legal battles than allow any of us to get our hands on it." There was some truth to the lie, but in point of fact Annabelle had never intended to expose her affair with Victor. She was simply too ashamed of the way she had participated of her own free will, countless times. She had even brought Lilah into the action with over a dozen steamy threesomes at a local hotel. The goal for the two women had become revenge by gaining access to Victor's money. It was Lilah who had come up with the plan for her to marry him. "So the thing is, we are still an item," Lilah explained. "We are not completely exclusive, though. We treat each other as equals and we're always fair. When I want to play around with someone else, I always tell Annabelle first, because we like to share." She giggled as an impulse to say something naughty entered her head. "Although in this case, I'm not sure if Ann is going to follow through." Annabelle blushed under Lilah's pointed gaze. "What do you mean, follow through?" Sam piped in, but Lilah was focused entirely on Annabelle. "You have to at least see this boy fully hard," Lilah went on. "It must be genetic," she added in a half-whisper. "I was just kidding!" Annabelle murmured, trying for an innocent smile. "Kidding about wanting to?" Lilah glanced at Sam. "Oh, of course. I'm sure you were just entertaining my naughty fantasy, Ann." She paused for effect. Sam's heart was pounding. They both watched Annabelle blush deeply, her face turning as red as her hair. "Well then, I feel like celebrating. Everyone in the jacuzzi, or are you two feeling bashful all of a sudden?" *** The two siblings sat in the jacuzzi, somewhat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "So modest," Lilah sighed with a grin, as she stepped into the master bath carrying champagne and glasses. Her ample breasts popped happily out from under her white wraparound towel. Sam sat in the jacuzzi, wearing his swimming trunks. His sister had donned her rather skimpy white string bikini. Lilah dropped the towel onto the floor and stood before them wearing only a smile, then lowered herself into the jacuzzi until her glorious breasts floated amid the streaming bubbles. She smiled, and dared them to go nude as well. Sam was too innocent to apprehend that the girls had preplanned this, and he was utterly enthralled at the prospect of being with Lilah. He had become completely infatuated. Moreover, he'd fantasized about his sister for years. She was beautiful and slender, with the kind of body that could stop traffic. The champagne flowed and Annabelle's bikini was soon floating among the bubbles, and at one point it became draped over his arm. The women giggled girlishly and snatched it, then threw it at him, and giggled some more. Finally they succeeded in cajoling him into removing his trunks. By that time, Sam was stiff and hot as a rod of plutonium. Both women teased him playfully, amidst talk about their past, and of Gloria. The champagne bottle was soon empty, and the trio were feeling rather flushed. "Now, whose turn is it to get champagne?" Lilah asked playfully. "Sam?" Spring Break at Home He blushed and shook his head no. There would be no way to hide his baseball-bat-sized boner. "Alright, the youngest stays. Annie, would you be a dear?" Annabelle smirked at her brother as she stood. Her waist was ever so slender, despite her generous, sloping and upturned breasts. She was a goddess with red hair, and pale skin that had turned a little pink from the heat of the jacuzzi. Sam's eyes followed the progress of her perfect ass as she headed out of the room. As soon as she left, Lilah got on top of Sam, straddling his lap. Her hands groped for his shaft, her breasts crushed against his chest. They kissed deeply, their tongues intertwined in a dance of lust. Her mouth was wet and cool and carried the sweet tang of champagne. She pumped his hard-on with her fist, jacking and squeezing his prodigious meat until he felt like a volcano ready to blow. Only the threat of his sister's imminent return held him back; the noise from the jacuzzi would make it unlikely that they'd hear her footsteps in time. "More later, Sam." Lilah promised. She pushed away from his aching pole, and smiled at him as she returned to her spot in the jacuzzi. Moments later, Annabelle returned with the bubbly in a bucket of ice. She made a show of covering her eyes with her other hand, walking in blind. "Alright, I'm back. I'm here. You two knock it off now," she joked, before opening her eyes. They were both smiling innocently and relaxing in the tub, and looking straight at her. Annabelle grew self-conscious, and hurriedly sank back into the tub. "Oh, my, this water is getting too hot for me," Lilah sighed aloud, a little over-dramatically. She pulled herself out of the jacuzzi's frothing waters to sit on the edge, aware that her fabulous body was on full display. Sam stared in open admiration, and she just smiled. "You seem hot too," she told her step-son. "Your face is really red. Cool off. Go ahead, you need to cool off a bit, I'm sure. Watch this, Anna." "I'm fine, really." He hesitated, sensing a trick of some sort. Lilah put her hand on Sam's forehead. "Hot water time is up, I need you to sit up on the edge. Go ahead." Sam blushed. Between the champagne and all of the erotic excitement, he could not resist. There he was, transformed from a lonely college freshman into a stud in a hot tub, with two blazing hot naked ladies. Ladies. Not his sister and step-mom, he'd decided. They were all past that. They were asking him to emerge from the tub. They wanted to see his dick. They were hungry for it. Facing them as he stood up, he reached behind and placed his palms on the edge of the tub. Water streamed down his body, his taut abs, and his long, curved member as he lifted himself out of the bubbling bathwater. Their eyes lit up at the sight. "There's one thing that is not little about your little brother," Lilah said, her eyes transfixed upon his erection. "Wow," Annabelle said, as she too gazed fixedly at his twitching member. Sam just smiled sheepishly, glancing down at his circumcised, almost foot-long dick with its slight curve, trying to fathom what exactly was so impressive. He knew that it was above average in size, and that his large, heavy testes could almost be described as golf balls. "What's the big deal?" "Sam, Sam, Sam. Size does matter, my boy," Lilah said, watching his member continue to stiffen. The women gathered around him, kneeling in the tub at eye level with his crotch. Though he tried to block their hands, they easily outmaneuvered his half-hearted defensive movements. Still, a painted fingernail happened to graze his shaft, and he deemed it safer to surrender completely. Their nails looked long, but they didn't poke him again as they stroked his member, held it, cupped his balls, and lightly traced the veins under the skin with their fingertips. Wrapping their hands around it, each tried to touch thumb to middle finger. They moved his raging erection this way and that, looking at his dick from every angle, in perverse delight. Then, just as spontaneously, Annabelle and Lilah began kissing, their breasts pressed together, showing an impressive display of deep, beautiful cleavage. The sight was mesmerizing. As their kissing progressed, they let go of Sam's shaft and before he knew it, he'd begun gently stroking his cock as he watched them tongue-wrestle in the jacuzzi. Lilah and Annabelle knew they were putting on a show, but that was just a bonus. They were wet for each other and they couldn't help themselves. The brunette lay back and let the redhead suck on her nipples and play with her breasts. Lilah began rubbing herself at the same time. Then they traded places, with Lilah sucking Annabelle's twin peaks, getting the soft pink nipples rigidly hard and distended. Looking at Sam, they caught him stroking himself. "What about Sam?" Lilah asked. "Are we just going to make him watch?" "He can't have sex with me," Annabelle said. "Don't say that," Lilah countered. "Why not?" "Because," Sam and Annabelle piped up in unison. "Okay, fine. Don't let Sam in on this," Lilah pouted. "I'll just have him all to myself." In a heartbeat, she knelt between Sam's legs. She placed her hands on the inside of his knees and gently pushed his legs further apart, then scooted in even closer. Her pouty, parted lips were level with the tip of his turgid cock. "Last time was so fast and fun," she purred, addressing both siblings. "This time, I want to see how much of this big meat I can take in my mouth, because there's no way either of us can take it all at once." She gave Sam's shaft a few anticipatory licks, then moved to take it in. His massive knob was soon pressed up against the entrance to her throat. She wriggled against it, but it progressed no further. "Impressive, you got it about a third of the way in," Sam's sister commented. "Why, you think you can do better?" Lilah asked, once she had fully pulled his dick out of her mouth. "Not sure, but for someone who made a big deal about deep-throating just now—" Annabelle teased. "You show us what you got. You always were good at it." "Not as good as you." "Maybe this time will be different. Come on, now, no big deal. If you want to show your stuff, and Sam is alright with it, then, show your stuff. Sam, do you mind?" Mutely, he shook his head. "Good boy. This is all in the interest of science. Well Annie, are you ready?" Tears formed in Annabelle's eyes and then streamed freely down her cheeks, as she fought her gag reflex. Her mouth was open so wide that her jaw hurt, and her lips were stretched taut around his meat. His dick was lodged in the uppermost part of her throat and she tried to push it in further, but her body would not have it. As her guts twisted and threatened to convulse, she pulled off but kept her hand wrapped around his shaft to show how far down on him she had gone. There was an impressive six inches of boner meat above her thumb and forefinger. She smiled with pride at her achievement. "Wow," Lilah said. "More than I just did. I mean, that's impressive, but I'm not ready to concede yet. One more try?" Annabelle had just sucked her brother's cock, on the pretense of demonstrating her cocksucking ability. Sam had secretly enjoyed watching his older, controlling sister, strain to swallow him down her throat. She moved aside and Lilah took her place. Once more the busty raven-haired beauty opened wide and stuffed as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She could go no further, unless she changed her position. She stepped out of the jacuzzi and lay down on Sam's left, positioning her throat above his stiff dick. Then her mouth enveloped him again. Her face began to turn red as she tried to swallow his mighty glans. Annabelle watched her jugular swell visibly and her entire neck bulge as she wriggled her mouth down, down, onto his straining pole. His helmet pushed deep into her upper throat, and then went further down. Lilah pressed down as hard as she could, and before she knew it, her lips had barely grazed his root. She attempted to bob on his meat, but after a few thrusts she began gagging and had to pull off. Strings of bubbly saliva left a trail from her mouth to Sam's cock. Sam was simply stunned. Lilah coughed a few times involuntarily, and then, with a weak smile, resolutely worked Sam's cock into her mouth again. She could only take him in deep every few moments, and she looked like a porn star doing it. The slurping, gagging noises she made were wildly erotic against the burbling hum of the jacuzzi. Sam had lain back, overwhelmed, only to realize that his sister had begun sucking on his nuts. Her tongue and lips were hot and wet. Combined with the deep-throating blow job, and bubble jets around his ankles, he felt like it couldn't get any better. He reached over to finger Lilah's pussy and fondle her ass cheeks while she bobbed on his dick. He wasn't worried about having enough stamina, he couldn't imagine going soft for long around these beauties; if they made him cum so much that he did go soft, well, he still had his tongue and he'd just focus on the two of them. Just as he had begun to imagine coming home and fucking both of them each night before and after dinner, he heard Annabelle say something to him. "Hey, are you going to cum soon? Let us know, okay?" In response, Sam could only grunt and nod. He'd hoped this blow job would last for at least ten more minutes. Still, the sensation he felt from Annabelle lapping and sucking his nuts was devilishly stimulating, and his step-mom was truly skilled. He felt her settle into a rhythm, using her hand to stroke the base of his shaft in time to her bobbing face. Her throat massaged his knob like a tight pussy, her tongue slid along the shaft. Her hand worked in sync with her mouth. When he closed his eyes it felt as if she was deep-throating him again, taking him to the hilt with every stroke. She maintained a steady tempo, and Sam soon realized that he couldn't hold back much longer after all. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum," he warned. Lilah slowed down and let go. She straddled his face and offered his spit-slicked cock to Annabelle. Annabelle held the base of his shaft and pointed it at her mouth. She slurped and bobbed on his tool as best she could, and then enveloped it in her tits. She squeezed her soft fleshy globes around them and stroked his cock up and down for a moment, licking the head almost continuously. Then, she let Lilah suck it once more. Back and forth they went, from Lilah's silken lips to Annabelle's soft, natural cleavage. They kept him on the edge for several more minutes. They could taste the freely flowing precum oozing from his throbbing tip. "Are you gonna cum?" Annabelle cooed while her step-mom demonstrated her deepthroat mastery. "Ukgh, I'm gonna, I'm – ohhhhhh!" he moaned. Lilah held his massive crown in her mouth. Annabelle crammed both of his heavy nuts into her mouth and tongued them. In seconds, he went rushing past the point of no return, his huge cock flexing and spasming as it blasted his thick, milky load into Lilah's eager mouth. Once he'd started cumming, she pulled back until only his mushroom tip was inside of her mouth, and gently massaged it with her lips. He filled her mouth with cum until it spilled out and flowed down his shaft once more. He lay on the edge of the jacuzzi, utterly exhausted after the mind-blowing orgasm they had given him. "Hey Lilah, did he even cum? He's still hard." "I came, I came," Sam murmured. "Oh yeah, he came buckets," Lilah said, still licking excess jism off of her lips. It had been an effort to swallow as much as she did. "Then why is he still hard?" the redhead asked, pointing. He was so hard that his erection stood at attention, not even touching his stomach. The evening was still young. They sent Sam to the living room and told him to wait. *** Sam couldn't believe his eyes when he entered the bedroom. Annabelle's torso was tightly encased in a white lace corset, while Lilah wore a transparent lime-green negligee and crotchless panties. They were both wearing stiletto heels. When they pressed their bodies together and kissed, his dick sprang to attention. The women kicked off their shoes and lay down on the bed, kissing and groping. Sam just stared until they beckoned him over. Lilah lay on her back with Annabelle on all fours on top. Lilah began sucking on the breasts dangling like lovely ripe fruit before her eager lips. Meanwhile, Sam got behind Annabelle, and caressed her skin from her shoulders, down to her tight buns and toned thighs. "Take it off," she said, looking back at him. He unzipped the corset and tossed it aside, leaving her wearing only a white garter belt clipped to sheer thigh-high stockings. "Sam," she said, looking back at him. He had passed the point of no return, and felt no shame; he looked deep into the eyes of his beloved sister. She looked beautiful and now he was going to have her. She spread her pussy lips wide for him and he entered his sister's pussy for the very first time. Her body shook as his long, sleek, curved dick slid in about half way; then he pushed his way further in, and with deep thrusts began sawing in and out, his balls hitting the puffy sensitive folds of her swollen, sopping wet muff with each deep thrust. His huge meat seemed to turn her insides out as it pushed through her little pussy. She moaned, and tears formed in her eyes as his girth spread her femininity wide open and penetrated her to the core. She had wanted to be this close to her brother for so long. Sam's pelvis slammed into her ass cheeks with every deliberate thrust. She writhed and screwed her body back onto him in ecstasy. His long cock and Lilah's nips and kisses were driving her arousal to unfamiliar heights. She moaned and cried. "Don't stop, don't stop Sam!" she urged. He sensed her mounting ecstasy, and leaned on her shoulders, bearing down on her, fucking her harder and faster. "Yes!" Ohhhh!" she cried, almost sobbing with joy. "Cum for me, cum in me, if you want to. Cum inside me, ohhh, yes!" Sam's thick meat mashed her G-spot with every thrust, as every last bit of her pussy was pushed and ploughed. She felt like a young horse being fucked wildly by a thoroughbred stallion, so big and strong was Sam. At the same time, she felt like a doe that had finally rescued her missing fawn. Most of all, she felt lucky to have a brother like Sam. Her body tensed, and she climaxed on her brother's cock, the pleasure surging like a tidal wave. She finally became too sensitive, and curled her body to change her pelvic angle to keep him from penetrating her deeply. Sam wasn't about to cum just yet, as both women had already sucked him off so thoroughly. Dripping with sweat and panting heavily, he grinned down at Annabelle, allowing her the barest few moments to relax; then he made her point her ass up at him and got right back to humping her hard and deep. Her whole body shook from the force. After cumming six more times, Annabelle lost track of her orgasms before he finally rolled her onto her back and entered her, missionary style. He pulled her legs around his waist, and she greedily pulled his hips into her. Then he pounded her pussy non-stop until, with a loud, lust-filled, animalistic grunt and a long moan, he began blasting his load straight into her cervix. His copious load gushed and spilled out of her pussy. He kept right on cumming, launching her most intense climax, and she threw her arms around Sam's shoulders, sobbing with pleasure. When he finally withdrew from his sister's thoroughly fucked pussy, it dribbled cum for several minutes. Lilah gave him a towel, and placed one underneath Annabelle who lay in the afterglow until she fell asleep. Lilah spooned with Sam. She closed her eyes and smiled as she reached around to rub her breasts. He surprised her by pressing his erection against the small of her back. "Are you – oh my god!" she murmured as she felt his cock prodding her, hard as ever. "How in the world are you still, still—" "You, you're so hot and sexy." Sam replied. She tucked her knees up and guided his cock up into her sopping wet pussy, and soon he was thrusting inside of his hot young step-mom from behind, once more. He was massive and she needn't do anything but lie there and cum her brains out while he fucked her wildly in the dark. Sam wrapped his arms around her to fondle and squeeze her lovely breasts and pull her body closer with every thrust. She guided his hand to her ass, and he worked his middle finger in there, up to the knuckle, screwing her butt with it while he fucked her pussy with every inch of his cock. Finger-banging Lilah's tight ass was such a turn-on, and he hoped she would let him fuck her there someday. He had no idea what anal sluts both she and Annabelle had become thanks to Victor. He turned her onto her back and mounted her, then reached around behind to finger her butt. His thrusts into her pussy were in sync with his finger. Pulling a nearby pillow over her face, she screamed, creaming all over his finger and phallus. He came at the same time, injecting her with his potent seed. For the moment, she enjoyed the feeling of his spasming cock pumping its milky load deep inside of her. She couldn't help but shudder with pleasure. She felt so full, she didn't want him to ever pull out. She could have squirmed all night on his manhood, even while he slept, but didn't want to risk making Annabelle jealous. Instead, she got up off of the bed and washed up. Finally, they all succumbed to sleep. There will be time, Lilah thought as she drifted off, lying in between Sam and Annabelle, time to play all of the kinky games that she had in mind.