7 comments/ 49219 views/ 46 favorites Incestory: A Curse By: sex2xs2 She poured another round of whiskey in my shot glass and smiled mischeviously. I looked down at the glass and shuddered. It was the fourth one and I was really starting to experience the effect. "Stephanie ..." I started to protest but my big sister gave me a stern look and held up her glass to shut me up and urge me on. We sat across from each other in our parent's living room, the old glass coffee table between us. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch and I sat in the old wooden chair we used to suffer our 'time-outs' in when we were children. Of course, she'd spent way more time in the chair then I had. She'd always been a little wild and I got the feeling, sometimes, that our parents had been a little relieved when she'd left for college last year. She was home now for a week to visit before the next semester started. It was her Junior year at St. Catherine's across town and I was going to be a Freshman at Stanmont nearby. "I don't see how getting drunk is going to make me do better in college." She sighed dramatically and flipped her long silky black hair back over her shoulder. "Quit bein' a pussy!" She was starting to slur. "No brother of mine is going to college ... especially if he's gonna go Greek ... without knowin' the ropes!" She slammed her shot back and set her glass down onto the coffee table harder than she'd probably intended to and burst into a fit of laughter. "Whaaaat are you laughing about?" I brought my own shot to my lips but couldn't bring myself to drink it. Not yet anyway. "Just picturin' ya gettin' it in the ass at the frathouse," she pumped her hips for emphasis, "Greek ... get it?" "Shut up," I laughed with her, "what do you girls get into over at the chapter house? Hmmmmmmm?" Stephanie peered at me through her dark bangs and let the mischevious smile fly again. "Wouldn't you like to know." My mind conjured images of piles of naked college girls entwined in sensual passion. I pictured my sister with some blonde cheerleader's face buried between her long thin legs. "Why are you lookin' at me like that?" She asked as she poured herself another shot. "Like what?" I pushed away the thought, threw back the shot, and shuddered. I decided to hold on to my glass because I knew that if I set it down, Steph would pour me another. She laughed again and leaned back on the couch to stretch. I caught myself taking the opportunity to run my eyes over her body, lingering on her full perky breasts. The way she was stretching, they were barely contained in the tight red tank top she wore. Her legs were spread a bit and I couldn't resist sweeping my eyes over the inside of her thighs ... all the way to the tiny white canvas shorts she wore. I did manage to resist checking out her camel-toe - she was my sister after all. She was tall, only an inch or two below six feet, I was sure of it. She was also very thin, and she was mostly legs. The thing I'd always noticed about her, growing up, was how long and elegant her hands were. Now, at twenty, she'd finally grown into them. That was the best way to describe her, I thought ... long and elegant. It seeped into my consciousness that it was as if I was seeing her for the first time. Not just seeing her, but actually seeing her as a grown woman. "The last guy who looked at me like that," she said to the ceiling before relaxing back into the couch and fixing me with her gaze again, "got himself laid." I don't know if it was the shame or the guilt that made me avert my gaze and blush. "OH MY GOD!" She burst out laughing again. "You were totally checking me out!" "You are kinda hot." The liquor had done it's job; my mouth was taking over. "You look just like Mom." "Shut up! Don't even talk about Mom being hot, Goofball!" She laughed and looked down at my empty glass. "You're a pussy and a pervert!" "I'm not a pervert! I've never even ..." I managed to catch myself too late. "HOLY SHIT! You're not still ...?" She clapped her hands and covered her mouth, wide-eyed, and dramatically. "You never fucked that little promise-ring wearin', bitch-face, girlfriend of yours?" She jumped up and came around the couch with the whiskey bottle. "Did you?" "She's a good girl!" I retorted. "Not like some chicks I know." I looked up at her to imply that I was referring to her so she patted me on the shoulder as if she was consoling me. I knew she was just adding insult to injury. "Good for you." She said as she took my glass from my hand and filled it. "You're too cool for her anyway." She said it in a way that almost convinced me that she was being genuine and I felt a strange feeling wash over me. It occured to me that I had actually missed her when she was gone. As much as we had pretended to hate each other over the years, there was still a little love underneath it all. She plopped her ass on the table and handed me back my shot glass. "If you fall through that glass table, I'm not cleaning up your blood." "Look," she tilted my face up to hers with her finger and caught my gaze, "You are ..." she thought for a second and continued. "Let's face it ... you're kinda hot yourself." She held up her glass. I held up my glass and she tapped her glass to mine. "I know all kindsa girls that'd get all moist for ya." "Oh, really?" I took the shot and held it out for a refill. She smiled and took down her shot. "Trust me." I guess there's a certain point when inhibitions just melt away. She was very close to me. I could actually feel the heat of her body emanating from her bare legs on mine and I could smell the strangely intoxicating scent of her perfume blended with the whiskey she'd drank seeping from her pores. It excited me - and I seemed to be too drunk to care. She pressed her leg to mine and leaned in so close to me that her hair tickled my cheek. "I'm kinda dewey myself," she whispered into my ear conspiratorally. Something changed in me then. I could feel it. It was like a set of tumblers fell into place inside me and a door that had been shut and buried deep in my unconscious had swung open a tiny bit. A flood of memories burst through the door. Memories I'd thought I'd buried. I remembered masturbating, jerking my meat to thoughts of young cheerleaders and Asian chicks with hairy pussies, but at the end of the day ... whenever I'd reach that peak and let my mind go... my thoughts would seem to always turn to the women in my family: Aunt Helen; my sister; our cousins out West. Hell, sometimes, I'd even ejaculated thinking about Mom. Maybe I was a pervert after all. I took the bottle from her and leaned back. She leaned back and held out her glass. First, I filled hers, then I filled mine. "Wanna play a drinkin' game?" I asked her. She smiled a wide grin of victory and held her glass up to toast herself. "That's the spirit!" *************************** I don't know if it was the sound of my mother's gasp or the pounding of my heart that snapped me out of my blackout, but either way, my world had suddenly came to a screeching halt. I looked around me to gather my bearings. Mom stood in the doorway to my sister's bedroom ... I was in my sister's bed ... I was naked ... my cock was hard as a rock and a little slick. I didn't have to look to my left to know that the sweaty naked girl shivering in fear, reeking of liquor, and muttering the word shit over and over beside me was my sister. I decided it was a good time to vomit in Stephanie's dirty pink plastic trash can beside the bed. *************************** The shower wasn't loud enough to drown out the screaming. I'd started to recall what happened in flashes: Soft lips; probing tongue; the salt and whiskey taste of her skin; the feel of her silky hair in my grip; sharp nails dug into my back; long thin legs wrapped around me. "It's not his fault!" Steph screamed, "I made him do it!" "I can definitely believe that!" Mom's voice was harsh and full of rage. "You little SLUT!" "Fuck you!" Steph screamed. "I bet you want to!" Mom screamed back. "You wish!" "HA!" That would be interesting, I thought to myself, momentarily allowing myself to imagine the two of them grinding it out on each other. The fact that they were mother and daughter only seemed to make it all the more exciting for me. I absently wondered again if, just maybe, there wasn't something a little wrong with my mind. "You better pray you aren't pregnant!" "We didn't get that far ... thanks to you!" I looked down at my balls . They appeared normal. I had always thought they would turn colors if you didn't get your rocks off. "What is wrong with you?" "You and I both know it wouldn't be the first baby in this family with both parents named Fitzgerald and no Marriage Certificate - now would it?" That one confused me - but I didn't have the mental capacity at that moment to ponder over it. "How dare you!" Mom screeched. "Wait a second!" Stephanie's voice became lower and accusatory. "I know what you're really mad at!" "Oh?" Mom retorted. "The fact that I walk in on my children fucking isn't reason enough?" "You want him!" Stephanie cackled sarcastically. "Just like you wanted all of my boyfriends. What kinda mom fucks her daughter's boyfriends? And you have the nerve to call me a fucking slut?" "And your FATHER?" Mom wasn't backing down. "Is that even a comparison? How can you justify that?" "They were MY boyfriends! You BITCH! Dad made me go away to college because of YOU ... not ME! Believe me when I say he didn't want to leave ME!" There was a pause. I turned off the water and leaned against the tiled wall. Apparently, I had no idea what had been going on in my own household or in my own family - I'd been ignorant my whole life. "Those boys ... they weren't ... YOUR BROTHER!" "You couldn't control yourself, could you?" Stephanie laughed. "You had to hurt me." "At least I tried to break the fucking curse!" "It's not a fucking curse!" Steph laughed sarcastically, "That's a fucking joke!" "What do you call this then? How can this whole family be so goddamn crazy?" "Whatever," I could hear Stephanie throwing things into her duffel bag. "I'll find somewhere to stay for the summer." "Good idea." "Tell Aaron ..." "I'm not telling - YOUR BROTHER - anything for you!" Mom's voice raised another octave. "Don't you go near him!" "I should say the same to you ... FUCKING WHORE!" The bathroom door burst open and Stephanie rushed in. She threw back the shower curtain and pulled me to her. I stumbled out of the tub as she wrapped arms around me and hugged me tight. "I'm sorry, Baby!" She kissed my cheek and held my head still so she could whisper in my ear. "Please don't hate me!" She ran her lips over my cheek and I felt her hot breath in my ear again. My cock involuntarily jumped to life between her thighs. I tried to pull away but Steph wouldn't loosen her grip. We could both hear Mom coming. She let me go and stepped back. "You have my cell and know where to find me when you wanna talk 'bout it, okay?" Mom appeared in the doorway and grabbed her by the arm. "Get out of my house!" She growled in Stephanie's ear. "NOW!" Stephanie nodded and peered at me through her bangs again. This time her big brown eyes were sad and the mischevious grin was gone. I looked deeply and intently into her eyes. She didn't need me to say the words. We were brother and sister. We could communicate in a way no one else could. I told her that I loved her and we would be together again someday. "I'm going," she said over her shoulder. "You can let me go." Mom let her go and she slid past her and, for the time being, out of my life. *************************** Mom ran her eyes over me and it seemed to me as if she might have looked a little extra long at my erect junk. "You should cover yourself," she stated matter-of-factly. Her eyes ran over me again. "You know," I reached over and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. "The last girl who looked at me like that got herself laid." Mom put her hands on her hips and looked at me sternly. "I'm not amused." She was an admin for one of our local clinics and was still dressed for work. She wore a white long-sleeved blouse and a knee-length skirt. For an instant, I imagined her in the slip I knew she wore beneath it all ... I imagined it clinging to her mature full-figured curves. Stephanie had inherited her beauty and they looked so much alike they were sometimes accused of being sisters. "Want a drink?" I asked. "There's a bottle 'round here ... somewhere." Her eyes shot to the empty whiskey bottle on the floor then snapped back to me. "You didn't save me any." "I'm drunk enough for the both of us." "You are in so much trouble," she stated. "Once you start down that path ..." I put my hand on her shoulder to steady myself. "No shit, huh?" She reached out and caressed my cheek. "Get in bed," she said and turned to walk out of the bathroom, forcing my hand to fall away from her shoulder. It stung like rejection. "Your own bed." I don't know what came over me but I couldn't stop myself. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back into me. She didn't struggle. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my stiff penis into her ass from behind. She gasped but she still didn't do anything to stop me. "I want you." I said as I ran my hands over her plump belly and under her thick, heavy breasts. "I want to fuck you right now." She twisted and pulled away to her left and I followed her, determined not to lose my grip. She hadn't turned to the door to get away - she'd turned so that I was behind her with my body pressing hers into the sink basin. I looked up and she was watching me intently in the mirror. Her lips were parted and her breasts were rising and falling with her breath. "Aaron," she sighed sadly. "You don't know what you're doing. You're wasted." "Yes," I replied, "I really do." "Do you really?" She asked in a way that seemed as if she was asking herself - as if she wanted it to be true. "YES! Godammit!" A smile flitted across her lips for a moment before her eyes went dreamy. She seemed to slip into some kind of mental fantasy world and her body relaxed back into me, firmly planting my rock hard penis in her ass crack. "Alright," she said to my reflection. "I can tell that you are not going to take no for an answer." "No." I said into her hair. She put her hands over mine and guided them back to her fat soft breasts. "You were drunk." She said as if she was narrating our story. "You were overwhelmed with passion." She began to slowly rotate her hips. "You didn't know what you were doing." I undid a button and slid my fingers inside her blouse. "You couldn't control yourself." I found her erect nipple under her bra and ran a finger over it. "You wanted me so badly that your reason was completely gone." She reached down and slid her skirt and slip up over her waist. The towel fell away and I was naked once again. My cock jumped and twitched as I slid it between her thick thighs and ran the tip along her panty-covered vulva. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the cotton. I could feel the material becoming moist as I slowly rolled my hips, grinding my meat into her. "You had to feel me in your grip." She moaned as I reached up and twisted my hand in her long silky hair, just as I had my sister's only an hour ago. "You needed to touch me ... to touch me in that sacred place." She guided my free hand to her crotch so I could pull the barrier of her now soaking panties away. "You couldn't control it," My mother reached between her legs and leaned forward. "It wasn't your fault." Her fingertips found the tip of my cock and guided it so that I slid along her steaming wet slit. She slid my hand into the front of her panties and guided my fingers to her engorged clit. Her pussy was bald and slick and it came as a bit of a shock to find out my mother shaved herself down there. I moaned and thrust. From what I had gathered from my eavesdropping was - I hadn't got to bust a nut yet - and I wasn't going to miss out on another opportunity. Mom rolled her hips in time with mine, swirling our fingers over her sopping wet bald pussy and in a few seconds I was gasping and trembling with the intensity of orgasm. "It was the curse," she gasped and trembled as she seemed to reach a peak of her own. "They were lost. Victims of their dirty little Family Curse!" My balls swelled with the pressure and I felt my semen build up in my shaft. I never wanted the sensation to end but there was no way I was going to be able to maintain it with my cock soaked in my mother's juices at the entrance to her steaming cunt. "Oh God," she muttered and spasmed against the sink causing various containers of creams and bottles of lotion to tumble over. "Mom," I moaned. "I think I'm gonna ...!" I grunted and lost control of myself - thrusting and releasing at the same time. Mom reached down between her legs with both hands, grabbed my cock, and jerked on it to guide the spurts of cum to splatter in my sister's bathroom sink. I watched it all over her shoulder in the mirror. It was a sight I knew that I could never ever forget. Mom worked my meat like a pornstar, squeezing and tugging on me until the streams of semen dwindled to a steady drip, and finally ceased altogether. When it was done, she let go of my junk, and spun around gently pushing me away with her body in the process. "Go to bed," she said sternly and pulled down her skirt to cover herself back up. "Your OWN bed." "Mom ..." I didn't really know what to say. More than anything ... I suppose I wanted to thank her. "When you get up, I need you to leave this house." She ran her fingers through her hair. "You start school in a few weeks, I'm sure you will manage until then." We both jumped when the front door slammed downstairs. Mom raced past me to the bedroom window just in time to see Stephanie backing out of the driveway and pull off, engine roaring and tires squealing until she hit the turn at the end of the block. We'd been so involved with our own little bathroom scene that it had never occured to us to consider that Stephanie might have still been in the house. "SHIT!" She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. "SHIT!" "Mom?" "Go to BED!" She jumped up and rushed back towards me and the bathroom. "I have to clean up this mess ... again." I stood in her way so she stopped and waited a few feet away, her gaze on the ground between us. "Mom," I pleaded, "please look at me." The fact that I was asking my mother to look at me as I stood in front of her naked might have seemed odd to an observer - but I didn't care. "Aaron, you just don't know what is really wrong here." She finally looked at me. Her look was serious and emphatic. "It's a fucking curse!" "What is?" I laughed at the absurdity of this situation being some kind of voodoo. "You keep saying that but it doesn't make any sense!" I preferred to believe that it was just insanity. "If this is a curse then I guess I don't mind it!" Mom sighed and pushed past me into the bathroom. "When you're ready to know ... I will tell you everything." I wasn't in the mood for games. "Mom ..." I put my arm on her shoulder to stop her. "Tell me now." She spun and back-handed me hard enough to make me stumble backwards a few steps. "I'm still your Mother!" Incestory: A Curse Apparently she wasn't in the mood for games either. I grabbed my clothes from Stephanie's floor as Mom washed my cum down the drain and made my way to my own room where I jerked off to mental visions of my sister and mother fulfilling my every wish like my own personal harem girls until I soaked the sheets between my legs with wads of cum and promptly passed out. *************************** Dave and Rodney were goofing off ... throwing clothes back and forth across the dorm room. I loved my frat brothers but it was always chaos when the three of us got together. "C'mon, guys!" I shouted over the rock blaring from the radio. "We gotta get to the mixer before those Alphas drink all the fucking beer!" Dave threw a pair of jeans at me. I ducked down in our second-hand love-seat and the jeans flew over my head, hit the wall, and ripped down a centerfold from some old European skin mag as it fell to the floor behind me. "SHIT!" He ran across the room and dug out the centerfold from behind the love-seat. "Hold on Vivian! I got you!" Rodney laughed and pulled on a pair of khaki shorts to go with his polo shirt. "Dude! That chick must be like sixty by now!" "Don't listen to him, Baby!" Dave kissed the picture of the beautiful Argentinian super-model and pinned her back to the wall. "Sixty or not, Vivian DelToro is the hottest babe on the planet ... I'd nut in her mouth any day!" Rodney sprayed himself with deoderant and sniffed his pits to make sure he was good to go. "Get a grip, Brah! I hear the Delta's are gonna be at the party!" Rodney said. "Those sluts are the best ... and they're all under sixty!" Dave plopped on my bed to put on his sneakers. "Man, I can't wait! That one chick ... what's her name? The Delta hottie everyone talks about? She's a Junior ... shit, I always forget their fucking names. It begins with an S ... I'm sure of that." "Sarah?" Rodney offered. "No, I'd remember that." "Stacy?" Rodney guessed again. "No, Stacy's a ginger." Dave finished tying his shoes and laid back on my bed. "This chick is super hot ... long black hair ... real tall and thin ... awesome tits ... and the longest, sexiest legs you ever seen." I looked up from my laptop and hazarded a guess ... "Stephanie?" Rodney and Dave exchanged a glance and looked at me in unison. "You know her?" Dave asked. "From what I hear from the dudes over at St. Catherine's ... she is one awesome piece of ass. Real experienced - if you know what I mean?" "Yeah," Rodney jumped in, "really knows how to work a cock." "Sounds like a real prize," I mumbled as my heart sank into my stomach and threatened to burst from my chest at the same time, "the kind of girl you'd take home to Mother." Dave laughed and Rodney grabbed his extended hand and yanked him to his feet. "Any port in a storm, Brah!" *************************** I found her by the keg, surrounded by three of the hottest girls I'd ever seen together in one place. One blond, one brunette, and one with a platinum pixie-cut. She was wearing jeans and a tight black T-shirt with the words 'Fuck her - I did!' on the back. The girls wore their fake smiles and nodded and laughed in unison at my sister who appeared to be talking animatedly to the girls, politely ignoring the group of Alpha's hovering nearby, waiting for a chance to pounce. I started making my way through the knots of future twelve-step program members trying not to lose sight of her while attempting to also not knock anyones plastic cup from their hand. "Hold up, Brah!" Rodney shouted and I could hear my boys crashing through the people I'd avoided as they followed behind me. When I broke clear of the crowd, I had to stop and gather myself. My head was swimming and I hadn't even had my first beer yet. "Holy shit!" Dave laughed, "Dude's got like Jedi radar and shit!" "Damn!" Rodney put his hand on my shoulder and leaned into my shoulder. "You got the cajones?" It seemed as if she sensed me. She stopped talking and stiffened up. The girls all seemed confused and for a second pixie-cut even lost her fake smile. She turned slowly and instantly caught my eyes. "Dude ... dude ... dude." Dave chanted in my other ear. "That's all you!" I broke free of my brothers and walked to her. She smiled from ear to ear and my heart pounded in excitement. "I'll be damned," she announced as I approached with Hekyl and Jekyl on my heels, "my long-distance boyfriend finally made it out to see me after all." I could only imagine what Rodney and Dave were thinking at that moment but the girls all burst into giggles and smiles at me and when I returned my gaze to my sister's eyes, they held a message; it said just follow my lead. *************************** We ended up at a suite in a nice hotel on the nice side of town the girls had rented for the night. Dave and the blond were together in the bathroom and Rodney got the brunette alone in the adjacent room where the beds were. Pixie-cut, Stephanie, and I found ourselves cuddled together on the couch with our second bottle of whiskey. Stephanie was on my left and Pixie was on my right. "It's too bad you didn't have a friend for me," Pixie said. "We could have had some fun." "Don't worry," Stephanie said as she poured us shots. "I'm not the jealous type." She set down the bottle and ran her hand up my thigh. "We have an agreement," she reached my crotch and pinched my rock-hard cock through my jeans, "Don't we, Baby?" "Ummmmm," I felt myself starting to leak pre-cum in my pants. "Yeah! Good times!" "Well then," Pixie said as she slid off her hoodie to reveal a pale, tight little body and a set of sweet round titties crowned with bright pink nipples. "What are we waiting for?" Stephanie found my zipper and unzipped me. My cock sprang from my jeans and throbbed in the air. Stephanie and Pixie burst into giggles and Stephanie grabbed my jumping member to hold it still. "Tell you what," she said as she placed her hand on Pixies head and guided her to my lap, "you can have all you want." Pixie had a cute little round face and thick pouty lips. I'd imagined her sucking my cock a few times as we made our way to the hotel and apparently Stephanie had noticed. As her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and her hot wet mouth engulfed me, Stephanie leaned up and gently kissed my lips. "Steph," I moaned. "I don't think ..." "Shhhhhhhhhh" She silenced me with her lips. "Don't think at all, Goofball!" Pixie pulled off of me and Stephanie traded places with her. My balls jumped and I could feel the cum building up the instant she slid me into her mouth. "You are so hot." Pixie kissed me and ran her fingers over my face. "I want you so bad." Stephanie looked up at her and giggled. "Wait your turn, Slut!" Stephanie jerked and sucked on me like a woman possessed. It was only a few seconds before I was ready to blow. I grabbed Pixie's head and guided her down so Steph and her were cheek to cheek. Stephanie pulled off my cock an instant before I came and shoved me into Pixie's mouth. Pixie swallowed me like a champ, taking me all the way down so that I came down her throat. "Oh GAAAAWD!" I grunted as I spasmed from head to toe and spewed nut after nut down Pixie's throat. Stephanie leaned in and put her lips to my ear. "Save some for me." I pulled Pixie off me, spurting a nut across her face as I continued to ejaculate, and pushed Steph down to catch the next burst. She put her lips over the tip of my cock and sucked on it like a straw. The affect caused me to nut even harder and soon, my big sister's mouth was entirely full of my semen. It began to drip down her chin before I could finally wind down. Pixie giggled and handed her the first empty whiskey bottle. Stephanie smiled her thanks and spit the huge glob of cum into it. Then, she pulled Pixie close and they licked each other's faces clean of the cum I'd left behind. "You are such a dirty little whore!" Pixie giggled. Just then, Rodney and the blond burst out of the adjacent room, disheveled and sweaty. When he saw the three of us, the girls kissing with my cock still bouncing in the air between them, he burst into a huge proud smile. "Dude! You make the Brotherhood fucking PROUD!" Stephanie stood and dragged us both to our feet. "C'mon," she led us by the hands past Rodney and the blond and spun so that the two of us fell together onto the recently torn up bed. She turned around and slid the door shut. "Let's get this party started." "YOU ROCK!" Rodney cheered from the other room. "Just watch out for my pecker trails, Brah!" *************************** Pixie moaned and ran her fingers through my sister's hair as Stephanie worked her pussy with her tongue. I watched the expressions on her face as I slowly stroked in my sister doggy-style. Each of my thrusts were translated through Steph's body to her probing tongue, causing her to shudder, causing Pixie to jerk with the movement. I started to climax again and the shuddering of my body caused Steph to look over her shoulder at me. When she saw my expression she shot me a stern look. "Don't cum in me!" I couldn't help myself. There was no way I was pulling out of that steamy velvet heavan. "No fucking way!" I responded. "Aaron, wait!" She cried out and leaned forward so I slipped out of her. "Not yet!" Before I could cram myself back into her she reached back and guided my dick to her asshole. I slid into her ass with an ease that was borderline questionable. Apparently, my cock wasn't the first to tour her hershey highway. Pixie reached between Steph's legs and began to swirl her fingers over my sister's cunt so fast it made sloppy rythmic squishing noises. I let go with a cry of pleasure - my cum splattering inside her colon with each violent thrust of my hips. She jerked in response to each spurt and suddenly started grinding back into me in the throes of her own shuddering orgasm. Pixie fell back and grabbed Stephanie's head, pulling her face down to her own little pink hole, wrapping her legs around Steph's shoulders, and grinding out her own orgasm on my sister's mouth. "Fuckin' slut," Pixie growled, "whore ... suck my pussy ... bitch ... suck me ... suck me!" I pulled out of Stephanie and stroked my slimy cock as Pixie finished. When she finally relaxed and let Steph go, Stephanie spun around and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I could taste Pixie all over her lips. We ran our hands over each other in passion as we swirled our tongues and mashed our lips together so hard I was sure my lips would burst. Pixie watched us for a few minutes before she rolled out of bed and started pulling her clothes back on. "I guess you guys got some catching up to do, huh?" Stephanie pulled me down on top of her and guided me back into her. I pulled the covers over us and settled in. "Yes," she said to me softly with a hint of satisfaction in her voice, "we do." *************************** I woke up alone to the sound of commotion in the other room. I found my jeans and stepped out into the main room to find my sister and mother locked in a staring contest. Everyone else was gone. My mother looked tired. Her long-sleaved sweater and jeans were wrinkled as if she'd been sleeping in them. Her hair was disheveled and unbrushed. She wasn't wearing make-up. "How'd you find us?" Steph asked her. "You used your Father's credit card ... you didn't think I would see that?" Mom shook her head and brushed her long hair from her face. "It makes sense. Of course he would let you use his cards." She looked away from us, tears welling in his eyes. "He always liked you better." Stephanie shot me a guilty look. I pretended not to notice. "Are you happy?" Mom asked. Stephanie started to speak but Mom shut her down with a hand gesture. "Not you," she looked at me. "Him." I pointed at myself as if to say - who me? "Are you happy?" I could feel myself turn a deep dark shade of red. Mom stalked across the room until we were nose to nose. "I asked you a question, Young Man!" "Leave him alone, Mom," Stephanie snarled. "You know he can't help it anymore than Dad or any other man in our family could." "The Curse ... I know." "It's not a curse," Stephanie put a hand on each of our shoulders. "It's not a curse to me." "You aren't old enough to understand!" "I understand that this is what I like." She looked at me tenderly. "I want this." I liked the sound of that. "Besides," Steph continued, "I know you didn't drive all the way across town for nothin'." She smiled like an attorney sealing the deal on a murder trial. "You came here because you need this as much as we do." Mom walked across the room to the computer table and picked up the nearly empty bottle of whiskey my frat brothers had left behind. There was at least four shots left and she took it all down in a few quick gulps. When the bottle was drained, she tossed it away and turned back to face her children. "I guess it was just a matter of time, huh?" She asked, seemingly resigned to her fate, "So ... who's first?" I walked over, grabbed my mother by the arm, and dragged her into the bedroom. Stephanie followed us in and watched intently as I pushed Mom down on the bed and dropped down on top of her. She didn't struggle. She didn't resist in the least. I was lost in a primal drive that was uncontrollable, fundamental, and overpowering. When I tugged on Mom's sweater, she raised her arms over her head so I could pull it off. She sat up just enough to allow me to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. She lifted her hips when I tugged her jeans and panties down. She waited patiently while I pulled off her shoes and stripped her jeans away. When she was completely undressed, she spread her legs and pulled me to her. I slid my cock into her and settled into her soft warm body. Stephanie slid into bed beside our mother and the three of us exchanged glances. "There's no going back," Mom said. "You both understand that, right?" Stephanie tenderly pulled Mom's face to hers and kissed her gently on the lips. "I hope not." ***************************