12 comments/ 42027 views/ 17 favorites A Taste of Incest - Pumpkin & Candy By: Hypoxia Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants in these unconnected standalone A TASTE OF INCEST spankers are living humans aged 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Your constructive comments are welcome. This is an entry in the 2014 Hallowe'en contest. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE! A Taste of Incest - Pumpkin & Candy Candyland? Trill, the pot grower? Recipe? What HAD I been eating? Meanwhile, my sister and I were lip-locked, and not voluntarily. We worked our teeth and tongues, pushed and pulled, slobbered, cursed subvocally, and finally pushed the glue-like caramel chunk off our dental enamel. We felt it hang between us. Ashley pushed it deep into my mouth with her tongue and held it in place till it dissolved in a slush of signals. We pushed apart, gasping. Applause broke out around us. Jerzy grinned. "And here are the winners! Longest time stuck together! And their prize is -- they're first at Candy Kisses!" I was still zoned. I guess it showed in my expession. Kayla the Cretan priestess came back and waved her bare boobs in my face. My expression probably took a few new turns. She laughed and clued me in. "Trill makes these great batches of sweet goodies filled with her Candyland breed of medicinal pot. It's all, like, over 12% THC, and it has other canna-, err cannabin-, uhh cannabinoids that make it, like, unique. It's, like, a euphoric and aphrodisiac and probably telepathic too. Can you tell what they'e thinking? Oh yeah, just like that..." Kayla directed her last comment at both Ashley and me. We each had one of Kayla's nipples in our mouths and I rubbed her pussy through her costume panties. We seemed to know exactly what she wanted. She came quietly on my fingers and pushed away after a minute. "Ohh, that was phat, but hey, c'mon, you're up for Candy Kisses." Kayla and Jerzy pushed Ashley back onto a cleared-off conference table. Jerzy peeled her mask back. Kayla had a squeeze-bottle marked CANDYLAND; she laid a double track of chocolate syrup on Ashley's face. "Okay, time to take the Candy Kisses! Do your best!" I peeled my mask from my head. I leaned over the table, over my little sister, over her flushed face -- and I licked her off. I looked up for a moment and Kayla gave my face a squirt, too. I was smeared with gooey chocolate; Ashley's tongue worked to clean me as I vacuum-washed her. We were not alone. As we slurped each other's faces, hands were prying Ashley from her mummy-wrap costume. I came up for air and saw my ferociously hot little sister stretched naked on the table. Kayla squirted Candyland chocolate syrup all up and down her body, across breasts and crotch and along both legs. "Candy Kisses, Alan! Dig in!" I did. I slurped sweet THC-laden syrup from my sister's breasts and belly and thighs. And I felt hands lift me and strip away my spidey-costume and jockstrap. I noticed other action around me. Other tables had been cleared, young athletes stripped and smeared, many tongues and fingers at work on faces and bodies and genitalia. Some bent over tables and chairs, fucking like animals. There was Madison riding Jayden like a cowgirl, and Darius humping his sweet cousin Lydia, and... oh, I didn't know Dan and Ferdé were gay! Did Candyland syrup work well as a lube? Apparently! The modest party had morphed into an open orgy. The boombox system continued to spew a distorted blast of rhythmic noise. Someone had switched off the hall's main lights. Only spinning chromatic party sparklers and jerkily-flashing strobes illuminated the sloppy bacchanal. All that was peripheral to me. I was going down on my little sister Ashley. I knew she wanted this. It was like I was receiving brain-blasts from her. She beamed it right into my head: "I only teased you because I wanted you. And you're such an easy target! Big brother, you've always been my favorite, now and forever." "You're such a pain, Chi-Chi," I beamed back, "but you're still the best around." I found a bottle of Candyland syrup nearby and squirted more on my sister's body. I also found a small box of unwrapped candy kisses. I methodically tongue-pressed these into Ashley's pussy, one after another, until she was fully loaded. I licked her thighs but she reached chocolate-smeared hands to me and pulled me to her. "Not like that. You know how I want it." I'm not sure if she spoke the words or just zapped me telepathically. But, I received her signal. I lay on the table and Ashley climbed on me in a 69. I retrieved the remains of each candy-kiss from her cunt while she swallowed my cock like a rockstar's groupie. We lay together, throbbing, slurping, vibrating, inhaling, beaming thoughts and feelings at each other. My cock probed Chi-Chi's throat like a telegraph needle tapping a rhythmic message of lust and love. My tongue signaled joy to her clit. My cock slipped from Ashley's mouth when she raised her head and moaned. I felt another mouth on my cock. What? Who? Ashley shifted on me, sitting up, and I felt a sweet snatch slide onto my beefy bayonet. Oh ghod, double-fucking! I could see no face nor hear her voice, but her mental image burnt into my brain: Kiera. "Finally ready to dip your wick, hey boy?" her voice spoke mystically in my mind. "Way down in my BatCave, hey boy?" I felt her roll faster, her hips on mine, my cock penetrating to her ebony core, while she leaned forward and sucked my sister's nipples. My tongue increased its assault on Ashley's clit. Kiera's mouth joined my sister's to swallow Ashley's physical screams. Her mental screams echoed inside my head: "Oh fuck oh fuck oh Alan oh fuck oh Oh OHHHH!!" Kiera's silent voice reverberated in my brain also, singing, "fuck me fuck me fuck me..." She leaned back slightly and rocked and rolled her hips even faster. I feasted on the mental image of Ashley leaning forward to suck and bite Keira's fat nipples. I nipped my sister's clit just then -- and we all exploded! Kiera's BatCave cunt became a hungry mouth sucking my cock deep inside, her cuntal muscles grasping and squeezing my cherry-splitter, draining me, drawing every last vestige of orgone energy from me. That cunt-mouth screamed on me just as Ashley's blind entrance delivered another dose of chocolate-flavored orgasmic juice to my thrilled taste-buds. And our minds melded and merged. We became as one soul, I swear to ghod. One fucking blob of eternal bliss. I felt all Ashley's internal energies, and Kiera's, and I know they felt my yang energy enveloping and penetrating their yin's, swirling around like a cotton-candy-maker's sweet pink cloud. We could not stay like that forever. Kiera's mind worked in a different mode; she slipped away from me and Ashley, bouncing peripatetically against the backstops of her imagination. She slid her pussy off my cock, slid her body down mine through the slippery chocolate syrup that covered us, and swallowed my blue-veined piccolo, re-inflating it to the size of a clarinet. I mentally heard messages zinging between Ashley and Kiera. From Kiera, an offering. From Ashley, a thank-you. My sister slipped off me; the two pushed me gently from the table. Ashley lay back with her legs spread. "Big brother -- fuck me." Those were spoken words, not telepathic tidings. There was no mistaking her meaning. Warnings flashed through my head. My sister! My little sister! But this was a logical progression, a surge from respect to lust to love to TAKE ACTION! So I did. I moved between my sister's thighs. I looked in her eyes. "You're sure?" "I'm sure." Kiera guided me in. I slipped fully inside Ashley with one smooth stroke. I sighed. She whimpered. "Oh fuck, Alan, I've wanted this for so long, so long..." "And you're pretty long, too, big guy," Kiera smirked, before wandering off to find action of her own. Keira, tonight's peripatetic pussy, on the prowl. Watch out, guys! I leaned on my elbows and cradled my sister's lovely head in my hands as I moved in and out of her. Our mouths joined. Her long runner's legs wrapped around my back. Our minds merged again. I do not know how long we fucked. Time became meaningless. We were only a single flash of love in a universe of molten colors and primeval music. We felt pressure and gravity, of course, and much, much more. We felt frozen in a hot eternity. I know I came, and Ashley came, and came, and came... We felt no start nor finish to the cum, only an endless flow of ecstasy and euphoria. Oh fuck... The mood was broken when Jerzy slapped my ass and yelled, "Time to go, kids! Cops are coming! Better get something on real quick now! And hey, nice going, Alan. Nobody's nailed your sister before. Keeping it in the family, hey?" He laughed maniacally and tottered off to slap other young fuckers into awareness. When the police arrived, everyone was more-or-less dressed, the tables were more-or-less restocked, the scene was more-or-less back to normal. The spiced rum had mysteriously disappeared. I.D.'s were checked. Nobody was busted. Whew. And Ashley and I teamed-up. But that's a story for another time. Happy Hallowe'en! A Taste of Incest - Pumpkin & Candy She sighed and sloped back. She did not notice her braless breasts pressing forward through her BAD FROG DAY tee. She did not notice that Ryan noticed her stiff nipples. She did not notice his sharp, shallow inhalation. Nadine spoke quietly behind closed eyes. "Thanks for being here, Ryan. Since your father left, it's been so... I mean, I've been so..." She sighed again and squeezed his waist tighter. He squeezed back and patted her shoulder. "Yeah, it sucks. Just by yourself..." Nadine turned her flushed face into her son's. "Why did he leave? He said nothing, just goodbye. What's wrong with me? What did I do wrong? I've been asking myself over and over, and I just don't know..." "Shhh," Ryan whispered, snuggling her closer and kissing her cheek. "There's nothing wrong with you, Mom. Dad left because of his problems, not yours. He's been going back to Japan for years. He finally stayed. That's on him, not you." "No no no, something's wrong, but what?" Nadine was almost crying. "Am I too old, too broken down? Do I look like an old woman? Do I?" She pushed herself off the couch and stood before her son. "Look at me, Ryan. I know I'm not as pretty as your girls at school, but I'm not so bad, am I?" She laced her fingers behind her head and pushed out her chest. "I'm not sagging, am I? Am I?" She pulled the tee off over head. "Do I look old?" Ryan's sharp inhalation was neither shallow nor quiet. "Damn, Mom, you look great! No, you don't sag! You're beautiful! Really sexy!" And she was. She hit the local gym at least three times a week and stayed very trim and taut. If anything, she was in better shape now than when Ryan was born, half her lifetime ago, and she was definitely more curvaceous now. Nadine was at her mature physical peak, with a body like a stretched hourglass, firm and fine. "You really think I'm sexy? Let me find out." She leaned forward so her bouncy boobs levitated directly in her son's face. She reached between his legs; her hand squeezed his stiffening cock. "Yeah, you're reacting. My own son wants me. And nobody else does." She pushed her right breast against his mouth. "You want this, right? Tell me you want this!" Ryan was drunk, but he could tell his mother was even more pickled, and distraught. He kissed her nipple and gently pulled her to him so she was nestled in his arms. She sobbed softly. "Mom, calm down Mom, it's okay. Look, it's late, and we're fucked up, we need to get some sleep, right? C'mon Mom, let's get you to bed." Nadine was nearly unconscious by now. Ryan picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom. He gently deposited her on the king bed. Ryan could not help looking at his mother's sweet body. Beautiful legs emerging from shorts draped over her wide hips. A cute inny-navel centered in her flat belly above a narrow waist. And gorgeous musk-melon breasts -- even in the near-darkness, he saw the wide pink areolas topped with little strawberry nipples. He licked his lips and signed. Oh, Mom... Ryan gently spread bed-coverings over Nadine and quietly closed her bedroom door. He straightened-up the living room -- a brief task. A batch of candy-corn vodka punch remained. He poured a large cup and crawled naked into his own bed. He fell asleep before his hand could work his cock to completion. Truth: One does not buy consumable liquids but only rents them. Another truth: Humans are merely liquids' means of being transported from place to place. Ryan soon had to transport his liquid capacity from his bladder to a convenient recepticle. He staggered into the bathroom. Damn, I'm groady, his foggy brain realized. He stepped into the shower and pissed on his feet as the warm flow revived him. Ahhh... Cleaned and dried and still naked, he felt refreshed but not awakened. He staggered back down the hall and peered into his mother's room. Still asleep. Damn, she looked so sweet. Ryan dropped his towel and curled up on the bed beside his mother, atop the covers she lay under. He was quickly asleep again.