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Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 01

By: jacobmerriweather



This is my first time putting together a long, detailed story with more than two parts. Be forewarned, it will include more than just incest, there will be bdsm, rape roleplay, gangbangs, etc. in the coming chapters. And while the first part doesn't necessarily have any incest in it, it's more of a set up, and I feel like the incest/taboo category is the best choice for the story overall. I hope you enjoy, I have two more chapters ready, they'll be coming out soon, and I definitely appreciate any and all feedback as it very well might change the course of the story.

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Josephine woke up around nine and rolled over in bed, grabbing a large plush pillow and yawning quietly. She could hear the distant rumble of her step-father mowing the lawn, and the bright rays of sunlight flowing through her windows slowly brought her out of the sleepy haze that entrenched her and dragged her back into a world of warm slumber.

She rolled over and picked up her phone. There was a text from Travis, and another from Kat, both asking if she wanted to hang out. Travis wanted to go to the beach, Kat the mall.

Josephine rolled over and closed her eyes. She didn't want to go anywhere at the moment.

When she finally gave up on sleep, she climbed out of her bed. She was wearing white and pink panties, and that was it. At 4'10", she was a tiny little thing, with long, wavy brown hair flowing down to her ass. Yet she was shapely, curvy in an unimaginably perfect measure, a tight little bubble butt, DD breasts that seemed to defy the laws of gravity in how perky and round they were, wide hips and a narrow waist, and a soft little belly that pressed out, ever so slightly.

She pulled down her panties and hopped into her bathroom, turning on the hot water in her shower and waiting till the air was filled with steam, then stepping inside.

She washed herself, lathering her skin and scrubbing it clean with her loofah, applying skin cleanser to her face, and then attentively plucked bottle after bottle of specialized shampoos and conditioners, delicately washing and rinsing her long locks.

When she got out her tan skin was red and her hair was curled up in a towel. She walked out naked, her tits bouncing as she grabbed a bottle of lotion and rubbed her body down, and when she was covered, she sat down on the piano bench next to her keyboard and grabbed some bright pink nail polish and slowly attending to her cracked and fading fingernails, bright blue for her toes.

She got up and grabbed the hair dryer, running her fingers through her hair as the hot air dried it off, tossing and teasing it, then applied the usual routine of creams and styling gel until her long, brown locks waved and curled like a model's.

She was beautiful without any makeup, but that didn't keep her from applying blush, eyeliner, mascara, and a low key lip stick, almost unnoticeable, before getting dressed. It would be warm so she put on some short gym shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt before giving herself a once over, then opening the door.

As soon as she stepped through the threshold, Jacob brushed past her, almost knocking her through a doorway, before her second to oldest brother Mark came running after him.

"Hey!" She yelled, her slow, easy morning so viciously interrupted.

"Sorry, Jo!" Jacob yelled.

"Get back here, you little shit!" Mark hollered, ignoring her as they tore through the hallway.

Josephine rolled her eyes and followed them, slowly making her way down the stairs. From the banister, she could see Mark and Jacob's tangled bodies, locked in the throes of a heated wrestling match, twisting and turning, knocking into their living room furniture.

"OK! OK! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jacob screamed in between fits of hysterical laughter.

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be!" Mark growled.

Josephine sighed and tip toed down the stairs, watching them out of the corner of her eyes, before Patrick, the eldest, burst into the room.

"Jesus fucking Christ, would the two of you knock it the hell off!" He yelled, and the two brother's immediately stopped, staring up at Patrick as he huffed and puffed, then calmed himself, and glanced up at Josephine, his face changing instantly into a light hearted smile.

"Oh, good morning Jo," He waved, beaming at her.

"Good morning, Jo," Mark and Jacob echoed in unison, staring up at her, still locked in each other's grip.

"Good morning, guys," Jo smiled.

All three of her step brothers were older than her. Patrick was already working on his masters, with messy black hair and thick frames. He was the tallest as well, skinny, yet well framed, and he always knew how to dress. He had the air of an intellectual and the vocabulary to boot, and he always seemed to have a book in his hands.

Mark was the shortest, but what he lacked in height he made up in girth. He was a giant mass of muscle, and he always kept his head shaved. He'd be a junior in college next year, and he was riding a full sports scholarship in field hockey.

Jacob, the youngest, was somewhere in the middle in shape and size between Patrick and Mark. He was taller than Mark, but more filled out than Patrick. His hair was jet black, pushed to the side and a little frazzled at all times. He was always the charmer, yet outright mischievous and short sighted. He was only a little bit older than Josephine, and they'd be attending the local college together in the fall.

"You guys want breakfast?" Josephine asked sweetly, and their faces lit up.

"Yes!"

"Awesome!"

"Please!"

She glided into the kitchen and set to work, frying up bacon and eggs, effortlessly mixing pancake batter and pouring it out on a hot skillet. In less than a half an hour, the kitchen table was set with an appetizing spread.

"It's ready!" She sang, and a stampede of feet clamored into the room as each guy grabbed a plate and began stacking it with food. There was hot coffee and cold orange juice, cream and sugar, butter and syrup.

Josephine sat down and grabbed a strip of bacon and some eggs, a glass of juice and some coffee, and quietly ate while the boys chowed down.

"-but she's a total tease anyways," Jacob finished some story, Mark nodding and Patrick rolling his eyes, then he turned to Josephine. "Hey Jo, you're being awfully quiet over there."

All three guys turned their attention to Josephine, who was nibbling on a piece of bacon.

"Oh, just still waking up, I guess," She smiled, setting the bacon down and grabbing her mug of coffee.

"I feel you," Jacob nodded. "You doin' anything today?"

Josephine shrugged, setting her coffee down.

"I don't know, maybe meet up with Kat in a little bit, or else go to the beach with Travis."

Jacob rolled his eyes and made a display of groaning.

"Seriously? You're still with that guy?" Jacob asked, and Josephine's face turned beet red.

"Well, yes," She started, taken aback.

"Ah come on, Jo," Jacob scoffed, shaking his head. "Why do you still fuck around with that little dicklick? You're a beautiful, sweet girl, you could have any guy you wanted!"

"Well, I just- I don't know, he's nice." She shrugged.

"Yeah but everybody's nice, you gotta set the bar a little higher than that!" Jacob laughed, slapping Patrick. "Help me out here!"

 Patrick shrugged, taking a slow sip of his coffee and nodded.

"Even Hitler was nice enough to have a girlfriend," He agreed.

"Hitler had a girlfriend?" Mark asked, surprised.

"Of course he had a girlfriend, meathead, and I bet he was pretty fucking nice to her. Everybody's nice. Jo, you're a fucking ten, you should be dating the smartest, nicest, best looking guy in town!"

Just then the front door opened and closed and their father stepped in the room. Owen Hendricks was a towering hulk of a man. As tall as Patrick, as muscular as Mark, and with the same boyish smile as Jacob, he stood over the group, smiling, his shirt drenched with sweat. He was handsome, yet well aged, with greying hair and a clean shaven jawline. 

"Well shit, guys," He laughed, hands on his hips, "Thanks for letting me know there was breakfast. This is Josephine's work, I presume?"

He leaned forward and grabbed a piece of bacon, then swiped Jacob's glass of juice and chugged it all in an instant.

"Hey!" Jacob snapped.

"Yes, daddy," Josephine smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't get you, it slipped my mind. Would you like me to make you a plate?"

"Oh no, I'm a little busy still, just save me a pancake or two, ok kitten?" He asked, and Josephine nodded, beaming brightly. "Sheesh, I don't know what we'd do without you, Josephine, besides starve."

"You'd be fine," She giggled, "Mark's a pretty good cook too."

Mark smiled at her, but Jacob's groans caught everyone's attention.

"Oh God, no. Last time he made fajitas, I spent the entire night in the bathroom!" He cracked, and Mark reached over and punched him.

"That's only because you ate half of them!" He growled, then laughed.

"Hey, I liked those fajitas," Owen smiled. "So what's the word, kids?"

"Jacob was just criticizing Jo's taste in men," Patrick informed him, and Owen grimaced a little.

"Hey, Travis is a nice kid. Josephine, don't you let your brothers give you shit. You're eighteen, you're a grown ass woman. As long as he treats you right and makes you happy, you can be with any guy you'd like."

 Josephine blushed and smiled back.

"Even Hitler?" Mark asked, and the table erupted with laughter. Patrick almost spit out his coffee, Jacob turned red with laughter, even Josephine couldn't keep herself from joining in.

"Fuck, you kids are weird," Owen shook his head, grinning slightly. "Well I'm going to get back to work, don't forget about those pancakes, ok kitten?"

 "Ok, daddy!" Josephine called back.

Everyone was about finished, leaning back in their seats. Josephine got up and grabbed the coffee pot, filling everyone up without asking.

"He's absolutely right, you know." Patrick spoke up, leaning forward and pouring cream in his coffee. "Jo, if Travis makes you happy, then that's good enough for us."

"Bull shit, man." Jacob shook his head, sitting forward. "Jo, you deserve better than some small time drug dealer that lives in his parent's bedroom."

"Jacob! You buy weed from Travis all the time!" Josephine argued.

"Well I'm not saying you should date a guy like me! Shit, set the bar higher than me, too. Why not someone like Patrick? He's smart, handsome, he'll be a fuckin' doctor soon."

"You're too kind," Patrick quipped, deadpan and sarcastic.

"I mean it, Janice is a lucky girl." Jacob laughed. "Just do me a favor and don't date a brain dead jock like Mark."

"Hey, fuck off, Jacob. Don't listen to him, Jo, I'd be happy to set you up on a date with some of my friends. Great guys, any one of them would be happy to take you out."

"Yeah, to a fucking all you can eat buffet."

"Like any of your friends would be better?" Mark snapped, shoving Jacob.

"Fuck nah. Jo, don't date any of my friends, they're all fuckin' assholes."

"At least we can agree on something," Mark mumbled.

Jacob cracked up, smacking mark on the back.

"Jo, I think what our immature, albeit well intentioned brothers are trying to say is that they want the absolute best for you, and I agree, but I think your happiness has precedence over anything else. If you're happy, I'm happy." Patrick chimed in.

"Fine," Jacob groaned, "If you're happy, I'm happy too. Even if it's with a little twat like Travis."

"Me too," Mark agreed.

"Thanks, guys," Josephine smiled, standing up and gathering the dirty dishes.

"Whoa, whoa, get the fuck out of here," Jacob laughed, grabbing the plates from her hands. "You get outta here, we'll take care of the mess."

"You sure?" Josephine asked. "I really don't mind."

"Nah, thanks for breakfast. You have fun at the beach or whatever," Jacob brushed her off, and Mark stood up, collecting the glasses and utensils.

"Ok, well, thanks," She beamed, bouncing off as the three brothers joined in.

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"Everything ok?" Kat asked Josephine, with a slightly concerned tone in her voice

They sat at a secluded table in the mall Starbucks, small shopping bags at their feet, both drinking blended, frozen, sugary concoctions that resembled milkshakes more than coffee.

"Yeah, I guess," Josephine shrugged.

"Aw, come on, Jo," Kat pried.

She was taller than Josephine, but still quite small, and whereas Josephine had curves and a soft, pleasant body, Kat was stick thin. Her skin was milky white and her hair was jet back, she had a large, crooked nose and she wore a lot of black eye shadow, all her clothes were black. She was goth, with a tiny waist and small, b-cup sized tits, but she was exotic and alluring in her own sense. She wielded a very authoritative air about her, almost intimidating.

"Well, it's just, this morning, my brother's asked me why I was still with Travis, and I couldn't even come up with one good answer besides that he's nice." Josephine finally answered.

Kat laughed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes a little..

"That's why you've been moping around?" She smiled, and Josephine nodded, biting her lip.

"Ok, ok, fair enough, you finally realized you're too good for Travis, huh?"

 "What?" Josephine gasped, exasperated. "You too? I thought you liked Travis!"

"Jo, calm down, ok? Yeah, I like him, he's alright," Kat shrugged, "He always has good weed, and he's nice to you, and you're my friend, so I'm not gonna sit around and talk shit about your boyfriend, but he's kind of a loser. He only wants to smoke weed, he's not going to college, I mean, shit, his greatest aspirations in life are to play video games competitively and sell pot. You can't tell me you seriously want to stay with a guy like that "

"Yeah, I don't know, I never really thought much about it." Josephine acknowledged, looking away.

"Well, where do you see yourself in ten years?" Kat asked, leaning forward and looking Josephine in the eyes

 "I don't know." Josephine shrugged, unsure

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"Ok, well do you see yourself living in the basement of Travis' parents house, weighing out eigths while he plays videogames?"

Josephine's eyes grew wide and she shook her head.

"It's just, we've been together for so long," She whispered.

"Yeah, since you were a flat, pimply faced sophomore. But look at you now! Fuck, Jo, you're hot!"

 Jo blushed, looking away.

"Seriously, you turn heads everywhere we go, all the guys at school were in love with you, why settle for the first guy you ever date? There's a whole world of men out there."

Jo shrugged, her face turning red.

"That's just it, though. All guys look at me and they only care about what I look like, and it makes me sick. I don't want a guy that's only with me for my looks, and Travis liked me before I, well."

She grabbed her tits and bounced them up and down. They both laughed, giggling while Josephine pushed her tits up, leaning forward and shaking them in Kat's face.

"Fuck! Stop! You're gonna turn me on, now!" Kat squealed, then calmed herself. "Look, you're beautiful, guys are gonna be attracted to you, so what? That means you can have your pick. Your brothers are right, you can do way better than Travis."

"Ugh, yeah, I know." Josephine sighed. "The truth is I've been wondering why I've been with Travis for a while now, and when they asked me, I suddenly realized I don't have a reason. He's fun, and nice, but that's not enough."

"No, of course not." Kat agreed.

"But I don't just, shit, I don't know. If I break up with Travis, then what? I don't want to jump into dating, I really don't, but I don't want to sleep around either, but I still want to get fucked. I want someone that's interested in me for who I am, not what I look like. Someone that knows me and appreciates me."

"Well, I know some guys that fit that description," Kat smiled mischievously, looking away, "but I'm not sure how much you'll like my answer."

Josephine stared at Kat, confused, while Kat bit her lip, then sucked some drink through her straw, avoiding eye contact.

"Who?" Josephine finally asked.

"Um, well, uh," Kat's voice dropped to that of a whisper. "Well, your step brothers."

Jo's jaw dropped. Her heart started racing and her head began to spin. She stared at Kat with wide eyes, her face flushed.

Her thoughts swirled and spun, the events of her life playing on a projection screen in her mind. Her mother had met Owen when she was eleven. She'd never known her real father, and life before Owen was lonely. Her mother worked so much to support her that she seldom had the time or energy that her daughter needed.

When Owen came into the picture, everything changed. Suddenly, she had a father figure, and his sons quickly became her friends, and as Jacob was closest to her in age, they became best friends almost immediately. 

Owen married her mother within a year and they immediately moved in, and Josephine had never been happier. He treated her like his own, and her step brother's were always kind, always willing to share and spend time with her, they treated her like a sister, better almost. She was their sweetheart, and she basked in their attention.

And when her mother died suddenly in a car crash a little over a year later, and she'd thought she'd be orphaned and alone, Owen didn't skip a beat. Even in his time of mourning, he rushed to fill out the paperwork to officially adopt her the very next day, taking her aside and swearing that he'd always take care of her, and that she was his child just as much as Jacob or Patrick or Mark.

That's why she always chose to cook, to clean, to treat her rowdy older brothers with tender affection, she wanted to live up to the attention they gave her, she wanted to make up for the debt she owed to their kindness and love.

"Kat!" She whispered, bringing her face closer. "Kat! No! I couldn't do that!"

"Oh, and just why the hell not?" Kat laughed, shaking her head. "Three grown ass gorgeous men who love you for who you are, and you get your pick? And don't even get me started on Owen!"

"Ok, ok, please, don't get started on Owen," Josephine laughed, "But no, I couldn't."

"Oh? Honestly, I've always been jealous of your hot step brothers, what I wouldn't give to have three hunks within arms reach? Ha!" Kat giggled. "Look, I've heard rumors about Jacob."

"Oh yeah? What about him?"

"That he's got the biggest cock that Westwood high's ever seen," Kat grinned, her eyelids fluttering a little bit.

"What? Really?"

"Yes! You know he gets around, well haven't you ever wondered why? Every girl in our graduating class wants that cock, and if he's well endowed, that means Mark and Patrick must have good sized dicks too. Fuck!"

Kat leaned back in her seat, taking a deep breath and smiling.

"What I wouldn't give for that Hendrick dick," She swooned.

"Ugh, ok, yeah, they're all really hot, and, I mean, I used to have the biggest crush on Jacob, when we were little."

"So what's the big deal? They're all enamored with you, they're crazy about you, fuck, they'd do anything for you. If you asked one of them to fuck you, you know they would."

"I don't know about that," Josephine shrugged, blushing.

"You know who I would go for first? Patrick."

"Patrick? Really?" Josephine asked, surprised.

"Oh, fuck yeah! The budding psychologist? The intellectual? He's so calm and demure, like he just doesn't even give a fuck if you want his cock. Oh God."

"Yeah, he is incredibly handsome, but he has a girlfriend, Janice."

"Don't remind me," Kat grunted, her grin fading instantly. "But didn't you say they were like freaks or something?"

"Polyamorous," Josephine corrected, "He told us about it one evening before my dad stopped him, saying it wasn't appropriate dinner talk. But they don't believe in cheating, they fuck other people, but they love each other. I don't really understand how it works, to be honest, but he says it works for them, and they're both very happy."


Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 01



"Oh God, see? Some open minded intellectuals like that? They must be into some really kinky shit, Jo."

"Yeah," Jo thought, her heart beating hard against her rib cage.

"So talk to him! He's so smart, I bet he'd understand what you're going through!"

"Oh God, no, I couldn't do that!" Josephine laughed. "No, no way, never gonna happen, Kat."

"But you're gonna dump Travis?" Kat asked, eyebrow raised.

Just then, Josephine's phone went off and she picked it up.

"Speak of the devil," She smiled weakly, "He wants me to come over."

"Uh oh," Kat giggled.

"I still haven't made up my mind about anything, ok Kat?"

"If you say so," Kat smiled, all too knowingly.

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"Isn't this great?" Travis smiled, showing off his new set up in his parent's basement. There was a small kitchen, a living area, a bedroom and bathroom. He'd already begun hanging up posters and pictures on the wall.

"Yeah, it's awesome," Josephine smiled.

"And there's a door to the outside, so people can come and go as they please," Travis droned on, showing her around. "The walls are thick so they can't hear what's going on, really, and they said they won't come down here unless, you know, I want them to."

"Cool," Josephine replied, her enthusiasm waning.

"Yeah, it's such a sweet setup, you can come over as much as you want."

"Great," She smiled, and they sat down on the couch. Travis grabbed a bong and began packing it with bud, taking a long rip before handing it to her.

She hit it like a champ, then set it aside. Travis turned up the volume to some skateboarding documentary and pulled her close, holding her while they took turns hitting the bong until they were sufficiently stoned.

At some point, Travis picked up her face and kissed her. Josephine dutifully kissed back, climbing on top of him and grinding against his crotch while he grabbed her ass.

She took off her shirt and unsnapped her bra, her large tits bouncing out. Travis grabbed them and sucked on them, and Josephine started to feel better. She put her concerns aside and enjoyed the feeling of being able to be close with someone she cared about, moaning while he sucked on her nipples.

She stepped up off him and got down on her knees in between his legs. Travis smiled as he pulled out his cock. It wasn't large by any means, but it wasn't tiny either, about four or five inches at best.

Travis leaned back as Josephine pulled his shorts down to his ankles and grabbed his cock. She opened her mouth and started sucking him off, gently cupping his balls while her head bobbed back and forth. Travis moaned, his hand on her head, while she easily shoved his entire cock into her mouth, back and forth, back and forth.

She pulled her head back and grabbed her tits, spitting on them to lube them up, then pushing them together over his cock, bouncing up and down.

"Fuck, I love it when you let me tit fuck you," Travis gasped, watching her bounce up and down.

"Mmm, good," She moaned, smiling at him.

She bounced up and down while Travis watched her, then he reached over and grabbed the bong, hitting it while she pleasured him.

"You know, my parents are pretty cool," He told her as he exhaled a giant cloud of smoke, "I bet they'd be cool with you moving in. You know, whenever you're ready."

Josephine felt like she'd been hit by a train. The world stopped, and she could barely breath, staring up at Travis while he took another rip.

"You know, whenever you want," he smiled, offering her the bong, but she shook her head.

"Ok, come here," He told her, lifting her up and putting her on the couch, on her hands and knees.

He started fucking her from behind, ineptly pumping her pussy from behind. Josephine looked down at her hands, trying to catch her breath, then turned around and looked him in the eyes, her jaw still dropped.

Travis mistook the look on her face and thought she was gasping. After less than a couple minutes of fucking, and began to grunt, grabbing her ass while he came, pulling out and jerking himself off onto her back.

He collapsed back on the couch, taking a few deep breaths, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The feeling of warm, sticky cum on her back knocked Josephine back into reality. Travis got up and walked into the kitchen grabbing some paper towels and a glass of water, before returning and handing them both to her.

"Here you go, baby," he smiled, then began to pack the bong again.

Josephine sat up, the cum dribbling down her back, an epiphany slowly dawning on her face.

She turned to Travis as he finished and held out the bong to her.

"Want the first hit?" He asked, smiling.

She stared at him, an absent, detached look in her eyes.

"Travis," She heard herself telling him, almost surprised at the words, "I have to break up with you."



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"Calm down, calm down, Jo," Kat's voice told her over the phone. "Just take a deep breath and tell me what happened."

Josephine stifled her sobs and wiped the tears from her eyes as she sat in her car outside of her house, her make p smeared.

"I broke up with Travis," She told Kat, hearing herself say the words finalizing the deed. 

"Oh, baby," Kat sighed, her voice sweet with condolence, "Are you at home?"

 "Mhm," Kat whispered, "I'm- I'm in my car outside."

 "Just stay there, I'll be there in five."

Josephine hung up and barely one song had played on the radio before Kat pulled up behind her, getting out of her car and climbing into the passenger seat.

"Hey, come here," She told Jo, bringing her into her arms for a long, tender embrace, before sitting Josephine backup.

"You ok?" She asked, and Josephine nodded.

"Yeah, I just, I don't know, we'd smoked, and fucked, and he asked me to live with him-

"Oh," Kat grimaced, gritting her teeth.

"Yeah! In his parent's basement!" Josephine shrieked, part crying, part laughter. "And we'd just smoked, and just fucked."

"Yeah, you said that. Fuck, how high are you?" Josephine laughed, giggling through the tears.

"I'm so high, oh God, I'm so fucking stoned. And his cum was on my back, and I was just looking at him, and it just came out, and it's over now."

Kat smiled, leaning forward and wiping the tears from Josephine's face as she tried her best to smile.

"Come on, let's get you into bed," Kat smiled, climbing out of the passenger seat and walking around the car to Josephine's side. She opened the door and helped her out, holding her hand as they walked inside.

Nobody was in the living room so they rushed up the stairs and darted into Josephine's room. Kat pushed her onto the bed, but Josephine shook her head.

"No, no, I need a shower, I'm still, fuck, I'm still sticky!" She laughed, then sobbed, and Kat nodded, knowingly.

"Take the longest, hottest shower of your life, ok?" Kat told her, and she nodded, pulling her clothes off and tossing them aside, then walking into the bedroom.

Kat watched her nude body, checking her out before she closed the door. She heard a couple more faint sobs, then the water turning on. She had seen Josephine naked numerous times through the course of their friendship and had always admired her body, her beauty..

She leaned back on Josephine's large, plush bed, and smiled to herself. She felt her fingers running down her body, unbuckling her belt and button on her jeans, then pushing down into her crotch. She started rubbing her clit, quietly gasping as she fingered herself, still flustered from the sight of her naked friend only seconds before.

Without even thinking about it, she slipped her jeans off. Even for her love of black clothing, underneath it all she had a bright pink thong. She tossed her jeans aside, then slipped off her bra, keeping her black tank top on while she deftly pulled her arms through the loops, unclasping it and pulling it out from her shirt.

She lied back down, listening to the hot water running, fingering herself, thinking about Josephine's round, supple body, her slender waist and wide hips, her giant tits bouncing up and down. Kat groaned as she imagined Josephine's lips against hers, their bodies pressed against each other's, grinding and groping.

Kat shivered as she finally climaxed, her lips parting and her back arching forward, her eyes fluttering.

She rolled over, catching her breath, when the sound of the running water ceased and she heard movement inside the bathroom. 

Eventually, Josephine came out from the bathroom, her hair twisted up in a towel and her body wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Getting comfortable?" She asked Kat, who turned over on her stomach, her, little ass sticking up on the bed.

"Feel any better?" Kat questioned in return, smiling up at her friend as she walked through the room, grabbing a pair of panties and pulling them on, then tossing her bathrobe aside and pulling her hair out of the towel.

"Honestly, yes, a lot better. I needed that."

"Good, you had me worried there," Kat smiled, and Josephine pulled on a shirt, her damp hair soaking the fabric, before she pulled it all up and through.

"No, no, I'm ok," Josephine assured her, grabbing the towel and drying her long tufts of hair. "I guess I knew it was coming, I was ready, I just needed a little push."

"You sure you're alright?" Kat asked.

"Yeah, just a little worked up. Kind of sad, kind of happy, kind of worried, kind of lonely." She shrugged.

"Well you don't need to be lonely, come here, come cuddle with me," Kat smiled, patting the bed, but Josephine shook her head.

"Not until I finish drying my hair," She insisted, to which Kat laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Well I don't exactly feel like waiting a couple hours. You can live with messy hair just this once, Jo."

Jo glared at her friend, then smiled and shrugged.

"Ok," she giggled. "Just this once."

Together, they climbed underneath the covers. Kat lied on her back, her head propped up by the pillows, and Jo wrapped her smaller body around her friend, nuzzling her face into Kat's chest and neck.

"Fuck, your hair is so wet and cold!" Kat laughed, and Jo nuzzled even closer, rubbing her wet hair against Kat's body.

"And who's fault is that?" Jo giggled, and Kat smiled down at her.

"Ok, ok, my bad. Whatever, too late now."

"Exactly." Jo agreed, and Kat began rubbing and scratching Jo's back.

They held each other for some time, Josephine calming herself and rubbing her body against Kat's tender embrace, while Kat ran her fingers through Josephine's wet hair and rubbed her neck and back.

"Ok, ok," Jo smiled, her head popping up a little. "I'm done freaking out."

"Fuck, about time." Kat smiled, playfully rolling her eyes then smiling.

"Oh, whatever. Thanks, I really needed someone to comfort me."

"Ha! I'm sure there's plenty you still need."

Jo rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"I don't want to talk about my brothers anymore today," She growled, smiling slightly, and Kat nodded.

"I wasn't talking about them, ha. I was gonna say, after a day like today, and a break up like that, you need a rebound."

Jo sat up, pulling her hair behind her head and wrapping it up in a band.

"Fuck, yeah I do. You know, Travis never even got me off? I'd have to wait until he was done then do it myself, either when he was gone or asleep or whatever."

"Not surprised," Kat laughed. "Why not? Too small? Or he didn't last long enough."

"Well, he wasn't very big, but I think he could have if he'd tried," Jo shrugged, "I got close plenty of times, but every time I'd be almost there, he'd finish."

"Again, not surprised," Kat smiled and Jo rolled her eyes.

"Ok, ok, you don't have to shit talk him for my benefit, I'm the one that dumped him."

"Speaking of which, how did he react." Kat asked, and Josephine shook her head and her eyes grew wide.

"Not that great, actually." She cringed.

"Yeah, can't say I blame him," Kat smiled, reaching forward and grabbing Josephine's tits, squeezing them. "Who wouldn't be sad to see these babies go?"

"Stop it!" Josephine shrieked, giggling and pushing Kat back. "Fuck! I'm more than just a pair of tits!"

"Oh yeah," Kat moaned sarcastically, "You've got such a great personality too."

"Shut up!" Josephine giggled, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Kat.

"Sorry, sorry," Kat giggled, tossing the pillow back, then jumped up, knocking Josephine back and pinning her down. She grabbed Josephine's wrists and held them down while she wiggled and squirmed.

"Ugh! Ok! Ok! I give up!" Josephine squealed, giggling, and Kat let go of her wrists, sitting up on top of Josephine while she caught her breath.

"Wow," Josephine gasped, her breasts pushing forwards and backwards with each deep breath. "I kind of liked that."

"Good," Kat smiled as she leaned down, pressing her body against Josephine's. She wrapped her hand behind Jo's head while she gasped, lips parted, an almost shocked look in her eyes. 

Kat lowly bent closer, gently pressing her lips against Josephine's, kissing her sweetly. Jo didn't kiss back at first, then she leaned into it, kissing tenderly.

Kat wrapped Josephine's soft, wet hair, in her fingers, and pulled, straightening Jo's face up towards hers, holding her still while they both breathed hushed, quiet whispers. Kat nibbled on Jo's lips, biting deeply, before letting go and sitting up straight.

They both stared at eachother for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Wow," Josephine was the first to break the silence, letting out a deep breath and giggling, then Kat joined her.

"Sorry," Kat blushed, getting off her friend.

"No, don't be," Josephine smiled, shaking her head. "It's just, what was that?"

"Well, I figured I'd take one for the team and be your rebound," Kat shrugged, smiling as she looked away.

Josephine stared at her, slightly bewildered.

"Really?" She whispered, and Kat nodded.

"Just a little fun?" Josephine smiled, and Kat smiled back.

"Yep, a little fun to help you through tonight, and if you don't ever want to try it again, that's fine, and we'll still be friends."

"Promise?" Josephine whispered, and Kat nodded.

"Pinky promise," Kat offered, and their pinkies twisted together.

As soon as they slipped free, Kat pulled her shirt off, exposing her perky little tits and pale skin, then reached forward, lifting Josephine's shirt up and over her head, her large breasts bouncing as they slid out from under the shirt.

"Mmm, fuck," Kat whispered as she pressed Josephine down on her back, pulling her panties off then climbing in between her legs.

She grabbed Jo's hair and pulled her face against hers, kissing her and biting her lips, then gently tonguing each other, licking and moaning, gasping, before she worked down a little lower.

Josephine's skin tasted soft and sweet as Kat sank her teeth into Jo's neck, biting down and sucking on her flesh while Jo delicately writed and squirmed.

Jo's hands reached out and wrapped around Kat, gripping her flesh and driving her fingernails deep against Kat's skin. Kat's hand slipped down Jo's body and pushed her thigh up, reaching in between then and gently rubbing her clit.

Jo gasped, grabbing Kat's neck as she sucked and nibbled on Jo's neck, her fingers delicately flicking and playing with Jo's clit, rubbing back and forth.

"Oh, Jesus!" Jo moaned, and Kat slowly worked her way lower, letting go of Jo's hair and grabbing her tits. She squeezed and twisted her nipples, gently, yet rough. She nibbled and kissed, quickly working her way down to her left nipple, licking it and sucking on it while she squeezed the other, attentively rubbing her clit.

"Kat!" Jo gasped. "Oh, fuck!"

Kat played with Jo, her fingers slowly running along the lips of Jo's pussy, but careful not to penetrate her. Jo pressed forward against her touch, eager to feel Kat's fingers inside her, whimpering when Kat refused.

Kat pulled her hand up, grabbing one breast in each hand, taking turns licking Jo's nipples, kissing them and sucking on them, one at a time, back and forth, back and forth. Jo's head swam and her eyes rolled back in her head. She pressed her pussy against Kat's waist, rubbing her wet clit against Kat's body, moaning, her lips quivering.

"Fuck, Jo, I love playing with your tits!" Kat laughed, burying her face in Jo's cleavage, nuzzling against her skin, twisting both nipples with both hands.

"Fuck, me too. Oh, Kat!" Jo gasped, but Kat pulled back, taking her left hand and petting Jo's face with it, and with her right, she ran down Jo's body, finding her clit, and penetrating it with two fingers.

"Oh! Oh God! Oh!" Jo squirmed, a tender, frantic look on her face, shaking her head from side to side. "Please! Oh God! Please!"

Kat penetrated Jo with one hand, rubbing her clit and thrusting her fingers inside, and with the other, she caressed Jo's cheeks, Jo leaning forward and licking Kat's fingers, sucking on her thumb. Then Kat pulled her hand down, playing with Jo's tits, squeezing them and groping them, twisting her nipples, harder and rougher.

Josephine reached forward, grabbing Kat by her neck, wrapping her arms tightly around her, and kissing her softly and sweetly. She squealed and purred in Kat's ears, gasping as she tenderly kissed her friend.

In return, Kat started finger fucking Jo harder and harder. Jo squealed, clenching her eyes and latching her body against Kat's.

"Oh God! Kat! Oh Kat you're gonna make me cum!" Jo squealed, and Kat's eyes narrowed and her smile grew.

"Cum for me, Jo," Kat whispered, thrusting her fingers inside of Jo, faster and faster, until Jo clenched her teeth, her eyes rolling back in her head as she shook and squirmed.

"Oh God!" She shrieked, and Kat could feel Jo's pussy juices shooting down her arm, dripping off her flesh and squirting all over the bed. Jo started squealing, her breath quickening, crying and sobbing almost, shaking and squealing while Kat fingered her.

Kat finally pulled her fingers out. Her hand was dripping wet. She rubbed Josephine's juices against her clit, moaning while she smiled at her.

"You never told me you were a squirter," She grinned nefariously.

"A what?" Jo asked, barely able to move.

"You squirt, Jo, not every girl can do that. I sure as fuck can't." Kat giggled, playing with herself.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know it-" 

"Jo, shut up, God. It's a good thing!" Kat laughed, shaking her head.

"Ok," Josephine smiled, still out of breath. Kat lowered herself, one hand she kept on her clit, rubbing it profusely as she slowly pressed her face against Jo's tiny little clean shaven pussy.

Josephine's pussy tasted like strawberries and cream. Kat's eyes fluttered as she reached forward with both hands, unable to concentrate on anything besides going down on Jo's fresh little pussy.

"Oh my! Oh my! Kat! Fuck!" Jo cried, grabbing Kat's head with both hands, but Kat grabbed Jo's wrists and lead her hands up to her breasts.

"Play with your tits, Jo," she whispered, then returned to Jo's clit. With one hand she pressed up on Jo's skin, exposing her clit for her tongue, and with the other, she finger fucked Jo's tight little pussy, thrusting deep inside of her.

"Ok, ok, oh!" Kat squealed, shaking her head from side to side, her hands pinching both nipples, squeezing tightly and pulling.

Jo glanced up at Kat, only able to make out the black hair at her pussy, pleasuring her and playing with her, and for a split second, she imagined it was Patrick. Waves of pleasure instantly rushed over her, crashing against her, filling her and consuming her, until she couldn't take it any longer.

"Kat! I'm gonna- I'm gonna squirt!" She moaned, almost in warning, but Kat didn't relent, and as soon as the first gushing of juices came flying from Jo's pussy, Kat's jaw dropped, letting Jo squirt all over her face and into her mouth.




Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 01



She closed her mouth and swallowed, just in time for Jo's next explosion, this one massive, drenching her face, filling her open mouth, squirting again and again as Kat lapped it all up, swallowing Jo's cum hungrily.

"Oh God!" Josephine moaned, lying back, her head spinning.

"Did you like that?" Kat smiled, sitting up, her face glistening, her hair thick with Jo's juices.

"Oh God, yes. Fuck!" Josephine gasped. "Did you, why'd you, I don't-"

"Your pussy juices tastes delicious, Jo," Kat laughed, "Fuck, it tastes good."

 Jo blushed, rubbing her tits, smiling at Kat.

"Oh God, Kat, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She moaned, shaking her head. "I've never cum like that before."

"I'm glad you liked it, Jo, but I'm not through with you yet," Kat smiled, and Jo stared up at her. "Lay back, I'm going to sit on your face."

Jo threw the pillows aside and lied down, and Kat climbed on top of her, resting her pussy on Josephine's face while facing the opposite direction, bending forward and sixty-nining Jo. 

Jo eagerly grabbed Kat's ass with both hands, spreading it and licking at Kat's pussy as Kat rubbed Jo' pussy, fingering it and bending forward, kissing it and licking it, before sitting up straight again. She rested her hands on Kat's tits and pinched her nipples, using them as a base to prop herself up, grinding her pussy against Kat's mouth while Kat obediently kissed and sucked and licked her pussy.

Kat moaned, squeezing Jo's nipples while she shook her head.

"Fuck, Jo, faster!" She moaned, and Jo nodded slightly, licking faster and faster. She groped Kat's ass and worked her hand all the way around to Kat's pussy, spreading it and pressing her fingers inside.

"Oh God!" Kat moaned, pulling one hand up to her face and licking it until it was nice and wet, then reaching around and pressing it against her ass. She slowly slid her finger inside herself, anally pleasuring herself while Jo watched.

"Fuck me!" Kat cried, finger fucking her ass while Jo fingered and licked her pussy.

"Right there! Right there!" Jo cried, then her body shook and she convulsed, thrusting her pussy against Jo's face as she obediently licked and kissed her.

Finally, Kat collapsed forward. She moaned, lying on top of Kat, while Kat rubbed her and kissed her pussy sweetly.

"Was I good?" Jo asked, sheepishly, after a moment or two.

"Fuck, yes you were. Holy shit." Kat groaned.

"Why did you finger your ass?" Jo questioned innocently.

"Because it feels so good!" Kat laughed, picking herself up slightly. "Oh God, Jo, you really need to try anal. You have to be gentle at first, but it's amazing."

Jo giggled, shaking her head.

"I don't know about that," She smiled. "Maybe someday."

"Fair enough, but after you try it, you'll thank me for sure."

"If you say so," Jo sang, licking at Kat's pussy.

"Ready for some more?" Kat asked, sitting up.

"Mmm, if you want me to," Jo whispered, and Kat scooted forward a little bit.

"I do, but this time, I want you to lick my ass," She told Jo, and Jo looked up at it, gaping invitingly, but only just a little bit.

"I don't know, Kat."

"Sh," Kat smiled, petting her. "Just lick it for a minute, if you don't like it, you can stop. Ok?"

"Ok," Josephine replied sweetly, grabbing Kat's ass cheeks and spreading them.

She leaned forward and started licking Kat's ass. It wasn't nearly as unpleasant as she imagined it might be, and the reaction it elicited from Kat was well worth setting aside her initial reluctance. 

Kat shivered and moaned, practically choking from pleasure as Jo licked her. She prodded her tongue inside, pressing her face up against Kat's butt and forcing her tongue inside Kat's gaping asshole.

Kat grabbed her tits, shaking her head and moaning, then reached down and began voraciously fingerfucking herself and rubbing her clit with both hands. She moaned and purred, huffing and puffing and panting like a wild animal before finally groaning with pleasure and excitement, cumming wildly, buckling and contorting, shaking involuntarily, then falling down.

"Wow, is it really that good?" Jo asked, but Kat's only response was a garbled word like groan.

"Fuck, maybe I will try anal sometime," Jo laughed, and Kat smiled as she picked herself up and turned around, lying next to Jo and pulling her close.

"Thank you, Jo," She whispered, kissing her licking her tongue, swirling her own around inside of Jo's mouth. 

"Thank you, Kat! Fuck, I needed that so bad!" She smiled, nuzzling her body against Kat's, resting her face on Kat's chest. "Travis wouldn't ever go down on me."

"Mmm," Kat purred, "You should have dumped him years ago, then."

They both giggled, holding each other while slowly drifting off into sleep.

Jo drifted off into sleep, but woke up soon there after, realizing her lights were still on and she was thirsty. She grabbed a cup and filled it from her bathroom sink, then drank some and switched off the lights, climbing next to Kat.

"Thirsty?" She asked, and Kat sat up, taking the water from her and drinking from it.

"Thanks," Kat replied, lying back down as Jo placed the cup on her nightstand.

Jo lied down and Kat spooned her, kissing Jo's neck before laying her head down.

"We're not gonna be a lesbian couple when we wake up, are we?" Josephine asked, giggling.

"Nah, fuck that. You're too complicated for me, Jo," Kat joked, and they both giggled. "Plus, I can't lie, I love cock way too much to ever be a lesbian."

"Yeah, same here," Jo laughed. "Would you ever want to do that again?"

"Anytime you want, Jo," Kat smiled, kissing Jo on the shoulders, then nibbling on her neck. "I mean it."

"Good, I'll remember that," Josephine smiled, scooting her butt close against Kat.

"Please do," Kat whispered.

They lied there together for some time, snuggling and nuzzling, lulled by the warmth of each other's body.

"Kat?" Jo whispered after some time.

"Yeah?"

"Remember how you said I should try talking to Patrick first?" Josephine asked, and Kat sat up, staring at her friend in the dark.

"Holy shit, Jo, you're going to do it, aren't you?"

Jo bit her lip, staring off into the darkness, imagining Patrick taking her body against his, imagining his skin against hers, her flesh in his grip.

"I think so."



Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 02



Welcome back! For the second chapter in our story, Josephine confronts her oldest, wisest brother, Patrick.

I mentioned this in the first story (which if you haven't read, I would definitely recommend doing so beforehand) but this isn't strictly taboo, it also has bdsm elements as well.

I hope you enjoy, and please leave me any feedback, good or bad, it is definitely appreciated. 

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Josephine stood in front of the ominous, dark wooden door to Patrick's room. It was early in the day, and she'd spent most of the morning pampering and cleaning herself, shaving, dolling herself up, doing her hair, and picking out the cutest, most enticing outfit she could think of. Patrick, being the intellectual he was, would likely go for something a little more scholarly, so she picked out a short, black, pleated skirt, a button up white shirt, long white socks, and delicate little black flats. It was all reminiscent of a naughty catholic schoolgirl uniform, without being overtly obvious, but she did make sure not to wear any panties, or a bra for that matter, ready for whatever might come.

He resided in what would be the study, a large room on the main floor of their house, situated far from everything else. The door was thick, as he'd protested that the flimsy wooden door he'd had growing up allowed in too much noise, and he needed silence for his studies.

Being the industrious, talented teenager he was, Owen had easily caved, knowing all too well how loud Mark and Jacob could be, and had built the new door himself, choosing to practice his woodworking skills by over embellishing it with engraved patterns, and when Patrick finally saw the finished product, he couldn't have loved it more.

It was a testament to Owen's craftsmanship as much as it was his odd sense of humor, to Patrick's need for solitude as much as his love for pomp. And now, as Josephine stared at it, the ornate carvings, the intricate patterns, she began to understand Patrick and Owen's mutual appreciation of the door.

But to her, the door was something else. It was the last barrier, a threshold between her and a new and exciting undertaking.

She reached forward, hesitating at first, then finally knocked, quietly, almost hoping there wouldn't be an answer.

The door opened and Patrick stood there, looking at her a little perplexed, then smiling at her.

"Hey Jo, what's up?"

"Well," Josephine started, grabbing her hair and pulling it to her side, running it through her hair nervously. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

"Sure," Patrick smiled, opening the door and letting her in. His room was warm and inviting, wooden floor with a large antique rug, two giant bookshelves, an old, carved desk and a large, king size bed. It was well kept, yet strewn with papers and books, messy but not dirty.

"I'm actually almost finished with something I'm working on," He told her, pointing towards his bed. "Do you mind waiting? I can come find you when I'm done if you'd like."

It had taken Josephine all morning to work up the courage to come talk to Patrick, and making herself knock on his door took every ounce of strength she had. The thought of leaving seemed so enticing, but she held her resolve. If she left, she might never come back.

"No, that's ok," She smiled, climbing up on his bed. "I can wait, I don't mind at all."

Patrick smiled, walking over to a bookshelf, grabbing a graphic novel and tossing it at her.

"That's The Killing Joke, it's arguably one of the best Batman storylines ever written," he smiled. "By the time you finish, I'll probably be done."

Josephine leaned back. His bed was more firm than hers, and she glanced around the room a little before diving into the book in her hands.

Her eyes focused and her lips parted as she read, consumed by the story, quickly becoming engrossed in it.

Meanwhile, Patrick sat at his desk, pouring over some papers while he typed out a lengthy email. He stared intently, only giving Josephine the occasional glance to make sure she was still occupied.

Josephine's heart was beating rapidly by the time she'd finished the graphic novel, setting it aside only to see Patrick watching her, his arms crossed, a slight smile on his face.

"Oh, hey!" She smiled, scooting to the front of his bed.

"What did you think?" He asked, dragging his chair closer to her.

"I liked it! It was intense though! Ha!" She smiled.

"It's one of my favorites. Anyways, what's up?" He asked, sitting down before her, and she hurried to cross her legs before the sight of her bare pussy would reveal itself to him, right in front of his face.

"Oh, well, it's just-" she paused, searching for the words. Kat had told her it would be so simple, that all she would have to do would be to ask him to fuck her, and he would, but as he sat there, with a mature, concerned smile on his face, fear shot through Josephine's body. 

"Well, I broke up with Travis," she finally blurted out, but Patrick was unphased, he just sat there, smiling, knowingly.

"I figured it would take you at least another month," He told her, crossing his arms. "I hope it wasn't simply because of what Jacob told you."

Josephine fidgeted, shifting a little, rubbing her arm, then shook her head.

"It wasn't because of what he said, it's because he was right." She sighed, looking away. "Travis is just, well, I don't know, but I know I was only with him because it was comfortable, not because I loved him."

"Love is a tricky thing," Patrick observed, shaking his head.

"I know, and, I don't know, I'm kind of sad, and a little shook up, and confused," Josephine admitted, her eyes brimming with tears, at the sight of which Patrick stood up and stepped forward. 

"Come here," he offered, wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes, leaning into his embrace.

"It's ok, Josephine," Patrick cooed, petting her hair and holding her close.

"Can I-" She squeaked a little, "can I come sit in your lap? Please? And you'll hold me?"

Patrick turned a little red in the face, his lips parting as he inhaled quickly, then he pulled out of the hug, nodding. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his wooden chair, sitting down and pulling her close to him.

Josephine wrapped her arms around Patrick and pulled herself close, taking deep breaths, sniffling a little while she calmed herself.

"Are you ok, Jo?" Patrick asked, holding her tightly.

"Mhm," She whispered, resting her head on his chest, sitting there for a moment or two before looking up at him. "How do you and Janice work? Being polyamorous, what's it like?"

"Ha," Patrick smiled, "It's different. I'm not a jealous person, neither is she. We want each other to be happy, we love each other very much. We're very open sexually, very experimental. We want each other to feel free and happy, and if that includes seeing or fucking somebody else, that's fine."

"And that makes you happy?" Josephine whimpered, clinging to Patrick tightly.

"Yes, it works for us. I don't think it's for everybody, but it's right for us. Why do you ask?"

There was a long, pregnant pause while Josephine chose her next words very carefully.

"Well, it's just, right now I'm confused."

"How so?" Patrick asked.

"Well, I liked being with Travis because I was comfortable with him, and knew he loved me not just for, well," she shrugged, and Patrick laughed a little.

"Your incredibly body? Your undeniable beauty?"

Josephine pulled back, staring up at him, blushing.

"Not in so many words, but, yes," she muttered.

"And now you're worried about getting out there and dating other guys, because you assume every guy you meet will only care about you because of your looks."

"Well, yes, exactly." She mumbled.

"That's an easy fix. If you don't want a guy to date you based on your looks, then don't date guys based on their looks."

Josephine stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's easy," He smiled, reaching forward and grabbing a cigarette off his desk, then rolling the chair over to the open window. "You're going to get hit on by plenty of guys, when choosing someone, don't factor in their looks. Think about things like how they treat you, how they treat other people, how smart they are, how much you enjoy their company, things that actually matter, you know? I mean, I'm not saying you should only date ugly guys, attraction is important, but looks fade. Find someone you click with."

"Oh, ok, well, yeah, that's actually really good advice." Josephine smiled. "But what if I don't want to rush into anything serious and emotional, but, well, I want someone like that, who doesn't just see me as a piece of meat, that I can be close with, well, sexually?"

Patrick took a quick breath, his heart beating, as he lit the cigarette in his hand and exhaled through the window.

"Well," he mused, inhaling deeply. "That's a little bit trickier. If you can find someone you're compatible with sexually, and you practice safe sex, then that's probably the best case scenario. So what if they're only attracted to you physically, if that's all that you want?"

Josephine reached forward and gingerly plucked the cigarette out of his hand, bringing it to her lips and staring at him as his jaw dropped and he watched her take a drag, bewildered.

"But, what if I want all of that? I want a handsome guy that can fuck my brains out, that appreciates me for more than just my looks, that loves me, and I love in return, but doesn't want a serious relationship with? That I can be comfortable with just exploring my sexuality with, and nothing more."

"Ha!" Patrick laughed, his arm shaking just a touch as he grabbed Josephine's arm and snatched the cigarette away from her. "Then you'd be looking for a needle in the hay. He's out there, I'm sure, but you'll have a hell of a time trying to find him."

Patrick took a drag and blew smoke out of the window, and Josephine turned from him, her face turning red and her heart racing a mile a minute.

"Well, what if," she asked, her voice getting quiet and weak as her hands crept down her body, trembling as they grabbed the edge of her skirt and slowly started lifting. "I already did."

Patrick began breathing heavily as Josephine's skirt slipped up her thighs, slowly lifting past her shaved, little pussy, delicately sitting between her closed legs.

He sat there, staring at it, his face growing red, and Josephine's head swam with fear and excitement. Her body trembled, her lip quivered.

"Josephine, I want you to stand up," He told her, as flat and serious as could be.

Josephine almost burst out in tears again, dejected and embarrassed, but as she stood up and began to push her skirt down, Patrick's hand grabbed her wrist.

"I never told you to lower your skirt, now lift it back up." He demanded, snuffing out the cigarette, and she was back on cloud nine.

She lifted her skirt, spreading her legs a little, and lowering her hand down to touch herself slowly.

"Turn around," Patrick demanded

She did as she was told and he immediately pushed her, face first, down on the bed. She felt his hand slowly rubbing up the back of her thigh, making it's way to her plump little ass, which he groped and squeezed, tightly, then spanked with a force that took her off guard, stinging, shooting a quick flash of pleasure through her body.

"Oh!" She squeaked.

"Climb on the bed," Patrick demanded, and she complied. "Hands and knees, spread your legs and lift your skirt.

She did as she was told, finding herself posing for him, her ass sticking out, her wet little pussy bare and ready for whatever he might deem fit. She was blushing profusely, a worried look on her face, completely unable to read Patrick as he stood there, frowning, arms crossed.

"I completely understand what you're saying, Josephine." He finally admitted, shrugging slightly. "And I'm not surprised that you would come to me, in fact I'm happy, I think, given the circumstances, it was the best course of action."

"Really?" She asked, turning to look at him. The look in his eyes was primal, hungry and vicious, and yet his body language gave off an air of restraint and serenity.

"Yes. More than anyone else in our family, I am familiar with the intricacies of the human psyche, as well as the rising tides of sexuality you're experiencing. Which isn't to say I know everything, I have a lot to learn, but no, I understand. You just got out of a long, comfortable relationship, and I'm willing to bet it was never sexually satisfying, was it?"

"No," She whispered meekly.

"No, sir," He corrected, spanking her hard on her ass, again.

"No, sir!" She echoed.

"And now, here you are, a woman on the cusp of adulthood, and your sexuality is an enigma to you, and you want to explore. You want to learn, you want to experience and experiment, but you also don't just want to fuck any guy that stumbles along your path. You want someone you're close to, that you can feel safe with, that cares for you, but won't try to tie you down, you want the ability to connect and feel close without the necessity to get locked down and wind up back in another relationship like the one you had with Travis, is that it?"

"Yes, sir," She whispered, hiding her face in her hands.

The way Travis spoke, so authoritarian, so in control, so wise and understanding, yet domineering, had her shaking at the knees, and the threat of a painful smack on her ass ever at the forefront of her mind sent fear through her body, followed by pleasure and anticipation. She knew she was wet, she could practically feel her pussy dripping with delight.

"I understand, and I'm willing to help, but there are some things you need to understand from my end before we can begin, get it?" He asked, and she nodded her head.

"Yes, I get-"

The sting of his hand smacking down and colliding with her ass sent shockwaves through her body. She bit her lip and seethed for a moment, whimpering.

"Yes, sir! Yes sir!" She cried, shaking her ass from side to side.

"Good girl." Patrick smiled.

"Now then, I know this goes along with your wishes and needs, but let's be clear here, this will only be sexual between us. I love Janice, and while we are open and I am perfectly free to explore a more emotional relationship with you, I think we can both agree that that would lead to complications, possibly trouble for our happy family unit. I think we can safely carry on a very rewarding and sexual relationship without having to bog it down with emotions, exclusivity, or anything serious, do you think you can handle setting out from here knowing that this will only ever be physical between us?"

"Yes sir," She squealed, shaking her ass from side to side, "Please, I just want to be a good little girl for you, I just want to please you, sexually, only sexually."

Patrick spanked her ass and she trembled with delight.

"Good girl," he told her. "Second, I want you to know that nothing we ever do or don't do will ever come between us. If you enjoy our time together and want more, great. If you decide you'd rather pursue your sexual interests elsewhere, that's fine as well." He took a deep pause, picking her face up by her chin and forcing her to stare into his eyes.

"What I'm trying to say here is that I will always love you, Josephine. You'll always be more to me than a sexual partner, you're my sister, and nothing will ever come in between that, and I hope you'll feel the same about me. You will always have my love, just not a romantic love, a platonic, familial love, now and forever, understand?"

"Yes, Patrick," She whispered, almost on the verge of tears.

"Good girl," he whispered, rubbing her where she expected him to spank her, gently caressing her ass.

"And finally," he told her, pulling her around to face him, and grabbing her throat, lifting her up so that she was on her knees before him. He leaned in, unbuttoning her dress shirt, one by one, her robust tits eager to be freed, then grabbed both sides and pulled them aside, exposing her chest for him.

"I am not a gentle lover," He whispered, and she almost came right there. He grabbed her by her throat and pulled her close, whispering into her ears. "I'm a sadist, I'm a Dom, do you understand what BDSM is?"

Her breath was heavy and labored and her head swam.

"No, not really," She whispered.

"That's ok, I can show you," he smiled. "But just know that no matter what happens, no matter how rough or forceful I'm being, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask. And if I ask you to do something that scares you, say so, and you don't have to do it, ok? Can you do that for me?"

"I-" She stuttered, gulping, trembling, "Yes, yes sir, I can do that. Any time I need to stop? I don't have to do anything I don't want to?"

"No, what we do together will always be completely in your control, don't ever think for a second that it isn't."

"Ok, sir," She whispered, then lunged forward, planting her lips against Patrick's and kissing him, ferociously. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and he kissed back, matching her energy and charisma, his hands exploring her body, groping and caressing.

"Down!" He commanded, and she sat back. "Hands and knees, now." He told her sternly and she did as she was told.

He walked over to his desk and grabbed a cigarette, pulling his chair close to the window and smiling.

"Stick your ass up, facing me," He told her, and she switched position, pushing her ass up and her face down, sticking it up at him, able to see him slightly through the gap in her legs. "Now you're going to play with yourself, I want you to make that pussy cum for me, understand?"

"Yes sir," She whispered, reaching down between her legs.

The feeling of her soft flesh, her fingers rubbing and gently prodding her wet little pussy was almost too much. She shuddered, groaning quietly, shivering.

Patrick stood against the window, smiling at her as he inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke outside his window

"Don't you dare cum without asking me for permission," He told her, and she nodded quietly.

"I'm close, sir, but I'm- I'm-" She bit her lip, slightly ashamed, "I squirt."

Patrick took another drag from his cigarette, shaking his head and grinning, impishly.

"A woman as perfect as you, why wouldn't you squirt?" He smiled, putting out the cigarette and stepping forward.

"It's ok?" She whimpered.

"Yes, Jo, it's ok."

Jo's back arched and flexed, her breath growing rapidly.

"Thank you, Patrick, sir, thank you sir," She gasped, her fingers rubbing wildly now, thrusting inside her wet pussy, rubbing her clit.

Patrick relaxed, lounging back, enjoying his cigarette but putting it out halfway through when she began to moan.

"I'm close! I'm so close! Sir! Can I- May I- Please, sir!"

"You want to cum?" Patrick asked, smiling.

"Yes! Please! Oh God, please let me cum!" She begged, and Patrick nodded.

"You can cum, Jo." He smiled, and with his words, wave upon wave of pleasure crashed down on Josephine. She rode the sensations, quivering and gasping, choking on her own lust, gasping and panting, shaking her head.

"Oh God! It's- It's happening again!" She moaned, and Patrick walked up to her.

"Let it happen, keep cumming for me, Jo, don't stop," he insisted, rubbing her ass and spanking her while she bit her lip, moaning and quivering, then cumming again, this time, her pussy contracting and squirting past the bed and onto the rug below.

"Oh God!" She groaned, rubbing faster and faster. She felt Patrick stuffing two fingers inside her pussy, gently rubbing her ass with his thumb, pushing against it, but not penetrating.

His touch sent her over the edge, her body riddled with pleasure.




Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 02



"Ohhhhh!" She gasped, shaking her head.

"Cumming again?" Patrick asked, and she turned to him, biting her lip, a worried, frantic look on her face, nodding while she squealed, quietly.

"Mhm!" She whimpered, and Patrick nodded.

"Good girl, tell me when," He whispered, and she buried her face in her hands.

"It's happening," She sobbed, tears streaming down her face, but as soon as she told him and began climaxing, she felt his free hand wrap around her throat, squeezing and cutting off the blood flow from her brain, the pleasure increasing as she squirted, cumming and trembling, before he let go and the rush of delayed gratification and blood flow surged through her body, knocking her on her side.

She collapsed, almost losing consciousness, gasping and sobbing, her juices running down her legs as she moaned and shivered.

Patrick climbed up on the bed, letting her rest her head in his lap, petting her gently.

"Are you ok, Jo?" He finally asked, and she looked up at him.

"Yes, God yes! Oh, Patrick, thank you! That was amazing!" She groaned, nuzzling her face against his crotch, gasping at the hard outline of his cock in his pants. It was bigger than she would have ever thought possible, rubbing her face against it and gasping.

"Are you ready?" Patrick whispered, and she nodded dutifully. "On the ground, now! Hands and knees!"

Josephine hopped up, climbing to her feet and sliding off the bed, then dropping down on her hands and knees, staring at Patrick as he slowly climbed down.

He bent over her and grabbed her shirt, forcefully pulling it off her body, grabbing her throat while he pried it off of her and threw it aside.

"You like being told what to do, don't you?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Yes sir, so much sir, fuck!" She giggled, looking up at him. Her makeup was smeared and her beautiful wavy hair was a tangled mess, but she was eager, smiling proudly.

He reached down, grabbing her skirt and unclasping it, then pulling the zipper and pushing it down her legs, exposing her ass.

She smiled, her tan skin and soft, tiny body sitting before him, clad only in her white socks and black flats, waiting for his instructions. She looked up with big, doe eyes.

Patrick walked off, grabbed something from his closet, then came back, bending down and wrapping a thick, black collar around her throat.

"Um-" She gasped, then he attached the leash.

"Come here," He demanded, walking her through his room on her hands and knees. She crawled, doing her best to keep up with him, smiling up at him.

"Are you going to be a good little kitten, Jo?" He asked her and she nodded.

"Yes! I'll be the best little kitten for you, sir!" She giggled.

"And you want me to train you be a good little fuck pet?" He asked, and she shook her ass from side to side.

"So much! Please!" She begged, and Patrick let her catch up to him, giving the leash some slack before reaching down and unzipping himself.

Her eyes grew wide as he pulled out his cock. It was throbbing hard, easily eight or nine inches, towering in comparison to what she'd been used to with Travis. She lunged forward, a burning hunger in her eyes, grabbing at it, but Patrick slapped her across the cheek, lightly yet forcefully, and she fell back on her knees, looking up at him pitifully.

"Do you want my cock?" He asked, reaching down and spanking her.

"Yes, please!" She moaned as he spanked her, over and over.

"Beg for my cock" he demanded, spanking her ass harder and harder.

"Please, Sir," she gasped, as he kept spanking her ass, his large cock waving so close to her face, "Please, just let me suck your cock, I need your cock in my mouth! Oh God! Please give your little kitten that big, hard cock!"

Patrick finally stopped, staring at her red little ass, jiggling and bouncing as she trembled.

He stood up, his big cock right in her face, and nodded.

She lunged forward, grabbing his cock and stroking it gently, biting her lips, her mouth watering as she stared at it, gasping and swallowing with trepidation.

"Can I-" She started, "May I put it in my mouth?" She begged, and Patrick nodded.

"Yes, kitten," he smiled, and she dropped her jaw, opening wide, grabbing his cock and pressing the tip inside. For her tiny size and stature, her mouth opened surprisingly wide, sucking and slurping eagerly at the head of his cock, jerking and stroking.

"Put your hands behind your back," He demanded, pulling up his chair and sitting down. She complied, and he pulled the leash and forced her back down on his crotch, her eager, open mouth smiling and panting.

He grabbed the back of her head and pressed his cock inside her mouth, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her down, deeper and deeper. Surprisingly, she gave little resistance. 

He pushed her halfway down his cock, then up again. A little further, then up again. Three quarters, then up again. She wiggled and squirmed a little, a tear streaming down her face.

Patrick pulled her up for air, letting her catch her breath quickly, then pressed her down on his cock, pushing until she was at his base.

"Holy fuck!" He gasped, her eyes locked with his, eager, happy eyes, strained and working, but obedient.

"Can you stick your tongue out?" He asked, and her mouth opened wider, her tongue coming out and licking at his balls, gently massaging them.

He pulled her face up, leaning down and kissing her passionately.

"Am I doing it right, sir?" She beamed.

"You're doing it perfectly," Patrick laughed, then leaned back and let go, allowing her to take control, grabbing his thighs and bobbing her head up and down, licking the tip, sucking and slurping, then deepthroating, shoving his entire cock down her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head and tears streaming, but the lack of a gag reflex becoming readily apparent.

She grabbed his cock and slapped it against her face, kissing it and licking the shaft.

"Fuck, your cock!" She giggled, playing with his balls gently, then shoving it entirely down her throat again.

Patrick put his hand on the back of her head, grabbed both hands and held them behind her back, and started fucking her face. He stood up, throatfucking her, globs of spit and drool dribbling down her chin, dripping onto her large breasts.

Patrick felt himself nearing climax, and stopped himself, sitting back down, catching his breath.

"Sir?" Josephine giggled, grabbing his cock and kissing it sweetly.

"Yes, Jo?"

"Scoot forward a little bit," She smiled, and he did as she told, and she propped herself up on her knees, grabbing her tits and rubbing her spit and drool all along her cleavage, then pressing them together.

She lowered herself onto his cock, letting him gently tit fuck her while she smiled and stared up at him.

"Do you like that?" She giggled, and Patrick's eyes practically rolled back in his head.

"Fuck, Jo, I'm going to cum soon if you don't stop!" He moaned and she purred.

"Please do! Patrick! Please cum on me!" She begged eagerly, bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Fuck!" He moaned, staring down at her happily bouncing up and down, her mouth open, panting and ready, waiting for his cock. He couldn't help it, moaning and sweating as he climaxed, shooting his jizz on her face and into her mouth.

She grabbed his cock and stroked it, letting him cover her face with glob after glob of warm jizz splashing and dribbling down her cheeks.

"Mmm!" She giggled, opening her mouth and sucking him dry, licking and slurpring up what was left of his seed, then she sat back.

"Oh! Thank you, sir!" She giggled, and Patrick smiled as he stared down at her.

"For what?" He asked, playfully.

"For your cum!" She smiled, gathering it all up on her tiny little fingers then licking them clean, until her face was completely clean except for a thin sheen of cum and spit.

"Mmm, it tastes so good!" She giggled, climbing onto Patrick's lap and nuzzling her face against his chest. "Can we keep playing like this every day?"

"Yes, Jo, of course we can," Patrick laughed, stroking her hair, "But I hope you're not tired just yet, I'm not finished with you."

Jo perked up, smiling and kissing his neck.

"Oh no! I'm ready, sir! I'm so ready!" She bounced, and Patrick picked her up, throwing her on the bed. He walked towards his closet and pulled out a few chords of rope.

"Lie down on your stomach," He demanded, "Stretch out your arms and legs."

She complied and soon felt him skillfully binding her right arm, then tethering it to his bedpost. Then the left, then both of her legs, spread wide, and unable to move.

He shoved a pillow underneath her stomach, propping up her pussy and ass, her wet lips open and her bubbly ass cheeks slowly, almost imperceptibly, gyrating forwards and backwards.

Patrick walked off and came back with some things in his hand, setting them down on the nightstand next to his bed, and sitting down beside her.

"Open your mouth," He told her, and her jaw dropped instantly.

He shoved a large, rubber ball gag inside, tethering it behind her head.

"Can you still talk a little?" He asked.

"Uh-huh," She nodded, unable to keep her own spit from slipping out and sliding down her chin.

"If you need to stop, just say 'uh uh uh' ok?" He asked, and she nodded, looking up at him.

He grabbed a blindfold and pulled it down over her eyes, blocking off sight, and she shivered a little, goosebumps on her skin.

"You like that? Being a helpless little toy for me?" He asked, and she nodded. She felt his hand rubbing her ass, and she pressed back against it, then it left her, and came back in a loud smack.

"Oh!" She bounced, pulling at the chords and shaking her ass a little.

"You like being punished, don't you?"

"Uh huh," she drooled.

"You're a dirty little fuck slut, isn't that right?"

Hearing him talk down to her sent shivers down her spine. She was ready to be played with, shaking her ass, hoping he would start fucking her soon.

"Uh huh!" She nodded, eagerly.

"Tell me you're a dirty little fuckslut," He demanded, spanking her ass.

"I a duwy wiwa wuh wuh," She did her best to repeat through the gag and he spanked her again.

"Good girl," he smiled, then grabbed the vibrator he'd brought with him off the nightstand. It was a Hitachi wand, with a large round rubber end. He plugged it into an extension chord and turned it on, the vibrating noise ringing through the air.

"Do you hear that?" He asked, and she nodded. "Do you know what that is?"

She shook her head from side to side, grabbing the sheets and digging her claws it, her breath growing faster and faster.

"You've never played with a vibrator before?" Patrick laughed, shaking his head.

"Uh uh," She gasped, realizing what it was.

"Well then, I think you're in for a little treat," Patrick smiled, reaching forward and smacking her ass. He slowly pressed two fingers inside her pussy, wet and eager. She pressed her ass up as quickly as she could, forcing them inside of her.

That's when she felt it, a sensation that was heretofore unknown to her, an energy surging through her body and lighting her mind on fire with pleasure, taking over her senses and leaving her lost, with only one thought in mind, only one purpose: climax.

Her mouth was pouring out drool as Patrick held the vibrator on her pussy, rubbing it back and forth, gently, while she let the sensations wash over her.

"Ohhhhh!" She moaned pitifully, shaking her head and squealing.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Patrick asked, spanking her head, and she nodded, tears streaming through the blindfold and down her face.

"Mhm," She squealed weakly, tugging at her restraints.

"Are you gonna be a good little fuck toy for me?" He asked, spanking her ass and grinning from ear to ear. She nodded her head eagerly, closing her eyes and trying to fight off the building climax.

"Mhm! Mhm!" She spat, her eyes fluttering.

"Good girl," He told her, and with one last spanking on her right cheek nearly sent her over the edge.

"You can cum now." He told her, and she started choking and gasping, shivering and shaking uncontrollably. She moaned, panted, groaned and drooled, squealing and crying, sobbing.

Her orgasm was long and endless. Patrick began fingering her pussy, and with his thumb he gently pushed against her asshole, spitting down her crack and gently massaging it in.

Meanwhile, Josephine had lost herself to a world of pleasure and excitement. Her body didn't belong to her anymore, her mind was gone, floating in a dark abyss of carnal delight.

Her ass was spreading itself for Patrick, gaping even, shaking and pressing against his thumb. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he wiped it off on his sleeve, then focused his attention on fingering both her holes faster and harder.

"Unf!" She gasped, her pussy squirting juices out as he thrusted his thumb inside her.

She squealed and shook her head vigorously, her lips moving as she moaned and spoke gibberish, her entire body covered in a thin layer of glistening sweat.

After what could have been an eternity, her body went limp and she collapsed back down, rolling her head around like a mad man, spitting and drooling, moaning incoherently.

Patrick pulled the vibrator off her pussy and turned it off, setting it down on his nightstand. Then he removed her blindfold and she looked up at him with big, doe eyes, her makeup smeared, trails of dark ink where her tears had fallen down her cheeks.

"I think you're ready for my cock now, aren't you?" He asked, and she shook her head from side to side.

"Oh? No?" He asked, pulling out her ball gag.

"Oh! Patrick! Oh God! What- You- Oh God!" She moaned, staring up at him. He leaned over and picked her up by her chin, kissing her lips gently.

"Do you need to take a break?" He asked, and she shook her head violently.

"No! Please! That cock, Patrick! Please! Give it to me!" She demanded, tears streaming down her face as she began to sob. "Patrick please! I need you to fill my pussy with your cum!"

"I thought so," Patrick smiled as he undressed, tossing his clothes aside before straddling her from behind.

"Fuck! Take that pussy!" She begged. "It's all yours, that pussy belongs to you!"

"Good girl," Patrick whispered, pressing his cock against her. His head slowly penetrated her, then his shaft gently worked its way inside, spreading her wide and stretching her tiny little twat like she'd never felt before.

"Ohhhh!" She moaned, losing herself to another building climax again.

"Fuck, you're insatiable!" Patrick laughed, spanking her as he pressed more of his cock deeper inside of her.

"I'm- I'm- FUCK I'm a whore! I'm a whore! Pound my little whore pussy! Fuck!" She screamed, and Patrick obliged, grabbing her ass and pounding her deeper and deeper, his balls slamming against her as he rode her from behind.

"Oh God! Patrick! You're cock!" She squealed, shaking her head and closing her eyes. "Right there! Right there in my tight little pussy! C-c-c-c-can I? M-m-may I-?"

"Yes, baby, cum for me," Patrick whispered.

Her body quivered as she reached climax again, her juices dripping down her legs and Patrick's balls, just a trickle now. She bit her lip and groaned, and Patrick grabbed hold of her tangled mane of hair and pulled her head back, spanking her ass while she came.

Then he groped her ass, squeezing tightly, his thumb finding it's way inside her ass again.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Play with my ass!" She squealed, then buried her face in his sheets and started screaming.

Patrick rode her pussy while she came, fingering her ass back in forth in rhythm with his cock, until her body went limp and he saw her hands turning a dangerous shade of red.

He pulled out, letting her compose herself while he untied her arms and legs, rubbing the circulation back inside them while she caught her breath.

"Oh, Patrick, please come back to bed," She purred shaking her ass at him, "My pussy needs your cock!"

Patrick laughed, spanking her ass and she bounced, giggling.

"I think it's time for your ass to get a turn, don't you think?" He asked, and she bit her lip, staring at him with a touch of trepidation.

"I've never, well, this is the first time I've ever- I just, your cock, it's so big!" She mumbled, staring up at him with big, doe eyes.

"I'll be gentle, and if you need me to pull out, just say so, ok kitten?" He asked, bending over and kissing her. She grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him on top of her, kissing him voraciously while thrusting her pussy against him.

"Mmm, ok," She whispered, then rolled over, sticking her ass out.

Patrick spit on his cock and pressed it up against her ass, having trouble forcing his head in, his cock constantly pushing past her ass and into her pussy, until he finally managed to force it through.

"Ohhhhh!" She moaned as he gently thrust his cock inside her ass, getting it barely halfway in before she started to quiver and spasm.

"Oh God! Oh! I'm cumming sir! I'm sorry!" She spat, shaking her head, her pussy squirting out one last bit of her juices before she started shrieking. 

"Patrick! It's too big! Take it out! Take it out!" She cried, and he gently and slowly pulled his cock out, lying down next to her and pulling her against his chest.

She was still cumming, convulsing from the tremors of pleasure shooting through her while she nestled her head against his chest, sobbing and gasping, crying quietly and clutching at his flesh, her pussy pressing against him, rubbing against his body, choking through her continuous orgasm.

"It's ok, kitten, it's ok," he whispered, petting her while she rode it out, finally calming herself down.

"Oh!" She whispered, nuzzling up close to him. "Oh, Patrick, I'm so sorry!"

"Aw, Jo, don't be sorry," He smiled, petting her, "Not everybody likes anal, it's not your f-"

"Oh no! I loved it!" She interrupted him, sitting up and smacking his chest. "Fuck! That was amazing! But my ass is too tight for your cock!"

Her face was red and she was clearly flustered, almost angry.

"Oh, well, I guess you'll just have to start working on stretching it out," Patrick laughed, rubbing her back.

"You can do that?" She gasped, and he nodded.

"Will you help me?" She squealed, and he nodded again.

"Of course, but first I'm going to need you to get on top of me and ride my cock," He told her, and she nodded her head obediently and slowly climbed on top.

She was tiny compared to him, stuffing his cock inside her body, her enormous tits jiggling and bouncing as she shuddered, leaning forward and thrusting his entire cock inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" She moaned, bouncing back and forth, and Patrick smacked her ass.

"Harder!" He demanded, then slapped her tits again and again, "Faster!"

She bit her lip and nodded, dutifully picking herself up a little and holding her body still, her hips and ass gyrating up and down, her little bubble but jiggling every time it came down on his cock.

"Oh God, there you go," He whispered, and she bit her lip, nodding and gasping.

"Can I cum again, sir?" He begged and he smiled.

"Of course you can, kitten," He smiled and her eyes rolled back and she started shivering, her body becoming limp. She sat back and Patrick grabbed her, throwing her down on her back while he climbed on top, pumping her full of his cock.

She kept cumming, her arms and legs latching onto his body and pulling him tight while she panted and moaned, kissing his neck.

"Fuck, your pussy's so tight!" He moaned.

"God, please fill it with your cum! I want to feel your hot cum inside me!" She begged, shaking her head as her body contracted and spasmed.

"Fuck! You want my cum inside you?" He asked, pounding her harder and deeper.

"Yes! Yes! Please Patrick! Please fill me with cum!" She begged, and with that she drove him over the edge. He groaned and pounded harder, his jizz shooting inside of her, load after load spilling into her pussy, warming her, her orgasm pushing most of it out her body, dribbling down her ass.




Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 02



"Oh God! Thank you, sir! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She gushed, kissing him and biting him as he slowly grew limp, falling down by her side.

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"Fuck, that was easily the best sex of my life," She giggled, lying in his arms, staring up at him with a big smile, her face nuzzled into his chest while he lied back, one hand behind his head, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips.

"Yeah, it was up there for sure," he laughed, kissing her forehead, and she smiled.

"Will you really help me stretch out my ass?" She giggled, and he nodded.

"Of course I will," He smiled.

"And we can keep having fun together? No strings attached fucking?"

"Mhm," he nodded, inhaling and exhaling again.

"And you won't, well, you won't be mad at me if I fuck somebody else?"

Patrick laughed a little, shaking his head from side to side.

"No, of course not, just be safe, wear protection."

"But I didn't wear it with you!" She giggled and he shrugged.

"Ha, fair enough, yeah, but I usually wear a condom, and I get tested regularly, and you've only fucked one guy in your life, so this is different."

"Oh," She realized, nodding her head. "Ok, yeah, you're right. But, uh, I can fuck anyone I want?" 

Patrick looked down at her, scrutinizing the look on her face.

"Who did you have in mind?" He asked calmly, seemingly already aware of her answer.

"Well," she droned on, biting her lip and blushing, "I kinda want to fuck Mark and Jacob too, maybe even Daddy."

Patrick sighed, sitting up against his headboard and grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand. He took a long drink as she stared at him, a fearful look in her eyes, afraid she might have upset him, but he patted his thigh and nodded at her, and she climbed into his lap, curling up against his chest.

"You do realize that's not going to be so easy, don't you?" He sighed, inhaling his cigarette again.

"What do you mean?" She asked, giving him her full attention.

"Well, maybe not Mark, he's a bit of a meathead and we all know he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, you could probably trick him into fucking you senseless just by waving your pussy at him."

"That's what you think I should do? Strip for him?"

"Shit!" Patrick laughed, shaking his head, "Are you really asking for my help seducing my own brothers?" 

"Well," Josephine shrugged, blushing brightly, "Yes, kinda, please?"

Patrick took a long, deep breath.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but ok, sure, why not? Like I'd ever have any hope of telling you no."

She kissed his neck again and again, grabbing at his flesh.

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you Patrick!"

"Yeah, yeah," he groaned sarcastically, smiling and kissing her back.

"Ok so with Mark, yeah, just strip for him, I guess. It wouldn't take much, really, just some teasing and flirting first. Honestly, it would probably be better if you could somehow get him to overhear you talking about how bad you need cock, maybe act it up and say something like 'I'd fuck anyone right now, I'd let any guy shove his cock inside my pussy' or something cliche like that, you know?"

"Yeah! I could manage that!" She giggled.

"Then, you know, bend over in front of him, expose yourself, his animal mind will kick in and he'll start fucking you instantly. It's just, you know," Patrick paused, searching for the words, "Make sure you take the horse by the reigns with him, let him know you're in charge, that it's your decision to let him fuck you, you know? Like, drive it home that what you say goes, and you'll be the one to decide if and when he ever gets to fuck you again, so he doesn't think you're just a walking pussy for him to fuck whenever he's at home, you know?"

Josephine giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hands.

"Aw, but what if that's exactly what I want him to think?"

Patrick sighed and rubbed his temples.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! No, you're absolutely right, I'll make sure that he gets it, that's smart. Ok! What about Jacob? Should I do the same for him?"

Patrick took a deep drag of the cigarette, shaking his head.

"Nah, Jacob's gonna be a pretty tough nut to crack, to be honest." He admitted.

"What? Jacob? No way, he's fucked every hot chick in our grade!" She laughed.

"Yeah, but it's different with you. He's pretty protective of you, you know."

"What do you mean?" Josephine asked, incredulously. Her eyebrows scrunched up and her lip parted a little.

"Well, a year or two back, I heard Jacob and Mark arguing, and it wasn't their normal spat either, it was serious. Jacob was threatening to beat the shit out of Mark, and when Mark laughed it off, Jacob said something along the lines of 'I might not win, but I will make sure you regret it.' and he was serious, and when he walked off, Mark was scared shitless."

"Why were they arguing?"

"See, that's the thing, I asked Mark, and it turns out Jacob had caught Mark checking you out. And, I mean, we've all done it, but when Mark was caught red handed, Jacob pulled him aside. They were arguing over you, and Jacob apparently told him off, saying you were our sister, and we always had to treat you with love and respect, not like other girls, he basically said if Mark touched you or came on to you, he'd make Mark pay, and Mark took him seriously, because he was being serious. To Jacob, you are as good as blood, and I'm sure some of his anger at Mark is rooted in his own shame for being attracted to you, but shit, he was serious. He is more protective of you than you probably think."

"Well, yeah, I guess," She mumbled, looking away.

"And it's not even just that," Patrick laughed.

"What else is there?" Josephine inquired, and Patrick looked her in the eyes.

"Well, how often at school would you get hit on?"

"I dunno, not that much, I guess."

"A highschool full of pubescent teenage dudes, and you're walking around with fuckin' DD's, a big ass, skinny waist, probably the most beautiful girl they've ever laid eyes on, and none of them hit on you?"

"Well, no, but I had a boyfriend."

"Ha!" Patrick laughed, "I figured you'd say that. Look, guys don't give a shit about girls having boyfriends, especially a little shit like Travis. You wanna know the real reason why no guy ever bothered you?"

Josephine nodded.

"Because of Jacob. We all know he gets into fights all the time, the little scrappy fuck, but what he never tells us is that he's fighting other guys because of you."

"What?" Josephine gasped, shaking her head. "No, that's not-"

"Not true? Think about it, Jo, it makes perfect sense. Any time Jacob's heard guys talking about you or anything like that, he's seen to it that they learned their lesson then and there. I'm not kidding, probably every fight he's been in was over some little highschool fuck talking about trying to put the moves on you."

"What? No way! How would you even know that?" She gasped, and Patrick shrugged.

"Mark told me, he knew a bunch of the kids in Jacob's grade, y'all are only a couple years apart."

Josephine sat there, her jaw dropped, shaking her head slowly.

"Aw, come on, it's really not that surprising. Jacob's got a heart of fucking gold. Honestly, I know he's a fucking shit head at times, but he's one of the most decent human beings I've ever met. He loves you, truly and purely, I bet if you dig deep enough, romantically as well, but you mean so much to him, he's fought that part of his love into submission and he acts out against any other guy because of it. Getting him to fuck you won't be easy."

"Oh," She blushed, looking away. A long moment passed before she looked up at Patrick.

"Does he really love me?" She asked, and Patrick nodded.

"Yes, he really loves you, so getting him to agree to no strings attached fucking? Probably not the best idea, it could tear him up inside, and it would be extremely fucking difficult."

"Oh," She looked down, biting her lip.

"So you'll probably need some help." Patrick laughed, matter of factly. "Bring in some outside help, you know? He's talked about wanting to fuck Kat on numerous occasions, talk her into cornering him and taking control, then walk in and join the action, force him to agree to it or something, that's the only way I can think of it working, ha!"

Patrick pushed her off his lap and stood up, walking to the windowsill and putting his cigarette out.

"Oh, wow, you're probably right," she agreed, staring off into space.

"I know I'm right, I'm always right," Patrick laughed, sitting back down next to her.

"Oh! Shut up!" She giggled, slapping his chest. "Ok, ok, but, um, well-"

"Ah, come on, don't beat around the bush, just spit it out," Patrick sighed, well aware of her next question.

"Well, how am I going to get Daddy to fuck me?" She asked, and Patrick shook his head.

"Now that I can't help you with," He laughed, pulling out another cigarette. "I'm smart, but that's some real fucked up Freudian shit, there, and I don't wanna try and wrap my head around it, to be quite honest."

He lit the cigarette, shaking his head and inhaling.

"Nah, nah," He laughed a little, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the window. "You wanna fuck the old man, you go right ahead, but you're gonna have to figure that one out on your own."

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"Oh my God!" Kat screached over the phone. "He did what? Hold on, I'm coming over!"

Josephine sighed as she undressed, putting on a large T-shirt and a pair of cute pink panties and slipping underneath the covers. Her entire body was sore, her ass had a hand print shaped bruise, her nipples were incredibly sensitive, even her throat had some light bruises on the sides where he'd choked her.

Kat threw open the door and closed it behind herself, shaking her head as she looked down at Josephine.

"You dirty little slut!" She giggled, shaking her head from side to side.

"Stop!" Josephine laughed, holding up the blanket and pouting. "Come cuddle with me?"

Kat laughed and shrugged, stripping her shirt off and pulling her jeans down, exposing her naked, skinny body. She climbed in and got under the covers, taking Josephine in her arms, kissing her and stroking her.

"Mmm, thanks," Josephine purred, reaching up and kissing Kat's neck sweetly. "I'm so sore, he was so rough!"

"Fuck, what all did he do to you?" Kat implored, petting Josephine.

"Everything!" Josephine giggled. "He spanked me, he fucked my face, he played with me and forced me to call him sir, and ask him for permission to cum!"

"Fuck!" Kat giggled, kicking her legs a little. "Holy shit, Jo! That's so fucking hot!"

"Yeah, and he had toys, oh God, this huge vibrator that just destroyed my pussy, and he tied me up, and then just fucked my brains out. Oh God! I'm sore everywhere, Kat!" Josephine whined, nuzzling up next to Kat.

"Aw, come here," Kat whispered, pulling Jo in tighter in her arms. She kissed Jo's face and lips, her neck and cheeks. 

"Fuck, was he too rough?" Kat asked, shaking her head.

"No! Oh God it was perfect, and he kept checking to make sure I was ok, and he told me we could stop whenever I wanted, he was so gentle and kind about it, it was amazing."

"Wow, fuck, but see? I told you Patrick wouldn't turn you away." Kat smiled.

"Yeah, he was so understanding too, he even helped me come up with ideas to seduce Mark and Jacob." Josephine giggled.

"Fuck! So you're gonna try and fuck all three of them?" Kat exclaimed, astonished.

"Yep," Josephine smiled, all too proud of herself.

"God damn it," Kat shook her head. "I'm so fucking jealous! I wish I could join you!"

Josephine blushed, leaning forward and kissing Kat on the lips, holding her tight while they tongued and pressed their bodies against each other.

"Well, see, that's the thing," Josephine whispered in Kat's ear, "I might need your help. 



Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 03



Hey everybody! Sorry for the long wait between parts two and three, I've just been busy and working on other stories as well. As I mentioned before, this story isn't strictly incest/ taboo, there are elements of other categories, in chapter 2 it was BDSM, and in this chapter, there's a forced sex element, a bit of a roleplay going on. This one will be a little rougher, but rest assured it will be the roughest chapter in the series (I think, ha). Anyways, I hope you enjoy, I'll try to be quicker in the next chapter, and while this one is mostly entirely sex, I assure you the next one will have quite a bit more plot/ shit going on.

Thanks for reading, thanks for any feedback (even if you are being an anonymous prick), and as always, every character in this story is over 18.

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Josephine's eyes rolled in the back or her head as she climaxed again.

She was strapped to a wooden chair, backwards, so the back of the chin held her up by her chin. She was naked, covered in sweat and welts, a few bruises here and there. Her arms and legs were bound to the legs of the chair, her ass sticking out, a double pronged vibrating dildo inserted into both her pussy and ass. Her mouth had a large, red, rubber ball gag strapped in, big enough to keep her quiet, a steady stream of drool slipping down her chin and onto the floor below.

In front of her was Patrick's lap top, a steady loop of porn playing. He'd somehow rigged it so the videos would play for only a minute or two before switching to the next, and he'd made sure to only include incredibly rough, filthy scenes: gagging, throatfucking, bdsm, gangbangs, rape scenes, girls crying and being abused, girls orgasming, being held down and fucked in every hole.

The seat was wet and there was a puddle on the floor from how many times she'd squirted. Josephine had just enough leverage to move the dildo back and forth, to control where it pressed against. She couldn't get it out, but she could control which area inside her it pressed against, giving her the ability to control when she came almost, or rather, prolong the duration between orgasms, for no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep herself from cumming after long enough.

She was alone. She'd been tied up and left like this for what felt like hours now, and her mind was practically fried. Her eyes were sunken, her body was worn out, she was beginning to get scared of whether or not her training would do irreparable damage to her psyche or body, but even those worries were short lived. They would brush up against her and she'd begin to panic, then they'd fly off with the next impending orgasm.

Finally, she heard the door open and close. She couldn't move her head, but she knew it was Patrick by the length of time he'd taken to even address her.

"Having fun?" He asked her after a moment or two.

"Mhm," She squealed, nodding her head slightly.

"Had enough?" He questioned, spanking her ass.

"Mm! Mhm! Mhm!" She begged, and she saw him close the laptop, grabbing the dildo and pulling it out of her holes, turning it off.

He pulled the gag out of her mouth and she gasped, shaking and spitting, wincing.

"Oh! Oh God! It's happening again!" She squealed, spasming as her body climaxed one last time.

"Sh," Patrick whispered in her ear, comforting her, holding her through the last orgasm. "Sh, it's ok, it's ok."

She slowly calmed herself, shivering and shaking as he untied her, then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bed. She looked down and realized he was naked, his hard cock swinging underneath her.

As soon as they plopped down on his soft mattress, she lunged after his cock, grabbing it and shoving it deep down her throat.

"Way woo wer" she said, thanking him with his cock in her mouth, her head bouncing up and down on his hard shaft.

"You're welcome, kitten," Patrick smiled, leaning back and letting her suck him off. After a moment or two he got restless, grabbing her body and picking it up, twisting her around so she was sitting on top of him, her pussy right in his face.

He'd barely licked her when she shivered, her body tensing as she came again.

"Oh! I'm sowwy!" She cried, forcing his cock even deeper down her throat.

"It's ok, kitten, you can keep cumming however many times you need, you have my permission." He cooed, and she hummed a little, his cock all the way down her throat, holding it there.

"Fuck!" He gasped, then grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, licking her tight little ass. She shuddered and started to orgasm again, shaking her head and squealing, then bobbing up and down on his cock some more.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned to him.

"Please, sir, please don't make me cum anymore," She begged, tears streaming down her face.

"You've had enough?" He asked, spanking her ass, and she nodded.

"Yes sir, please, just let me suck you off. I want your cum so bad, I want to swallow your cum like a good little girl!" She whined, and Patrick leaned back, smiling.

"Very well, get back to work" He demanded, and she smiled, grabbing his cock and slapping it against her face.

"Yes sir," She whispered, then shoved it back down her throat.

She bobbed her head up and down, slobbering and choking on his cock, until at last he couldn't fight it anymore. He groaned and she plunged his cock all the way down her throat, letting him shoot his load down her throat, gulping it all down.

When he had finally finished, she picked herself up, turning to him, a dribble of cum leaking out the side of her mouth.

"Thank you for your cum, sir," she whispered, then collapsed on his chest.

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When she awoke, it was dark outside. She was wrapped in blankets and there was a glass of water next to the bed. Patrick sat on his computer, typing something out, lost in his work.

"Um, sir-" She squeaked, and he turned to her, a smile on his face.

"Patrick," He corrected, "We've talked about this, I don't want you to get in the habit of calling me that when we're not having fun together."

"Yes, sorry s- I mean, sorry Patrick." She smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," He grinned, closing the computer and turning to her.

"Not just, not just for today. For everything, for the past couple weeks, for training me," She cooed, barely even able to pick herself up. "I've been having so much fun with you."

"I'm glad." Patrick smiled, standing up and walking towards the foot of her bed. "You're an incredible sub, Jo, and a fantastic lover. I've had a lot of fun too."

"Good," She moaned, sitting up and grabbing the water. "But, um, there's something I need to talk to you about."

He sat down next to her, and she took a few gulps, then handed him the glass.

"Well then spit it out, Jo, you know you can tell me anything," He laughed, taking a gulp, then setting the water down on the bedside table.

"Well, I think I'd like to take a break from my training," She whispered, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Take a break?" Patrick laughed, "Jo, you don't need any more training, we could have probably stopped a week in, everything we've done after that, well, it's not really training anymore, it's just fun."

She smiled, grabbing him and hugging him. He picked her up and sat her in his lap, letting her nuzzle her head against his chest.

"Oh God, I was so worried that you'd-" She started, but he put his finger to her lips.

"Jo, when this all started, we agreed that it would simply be physical, remember? There's nothing to explain, nothing to argue about."

She kissed his neck, again and again, pushing her body against his.

"Oh Patrick! God, you're so wonderful," She gushed, smiling up at him.

"Likewise, Jo, I couldn't have asked for a better little sister," He laughed, kissing her forehead.

"But, um, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about," she admitted, her face turning beet red.

"And that is?" Patrick asked, an all too knowing look in his eyes.

"Well," She bit her lip, "I think I'm ready to fuck Mark."

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Mark had noticed his little sister, Josephine, had been acting very strangely the past couple days.

She'd been a little bit more engaging, but that wasn't it. She hadn't been the shy, dutiful little girl he'd been used to for a few weeks now. She was more open and lively, she laughed more, she talked more, but he'd barely noticed that.

And it wasn't that she'd been spending more time with his older brother, Patrick, sneaking off into his room, going on little trips, or electing to stay home together when everyone else went out hunting or fishing. No, nobody really noticed anything strange going on. They were a very busy, independent family, everybody spent most of their time doing their own thing, so even if Josephine and Patrick had been hanging out a little more than normal, it had gone unobserved.

Really, what had raised Mark's curiosity lately was just how much attention she'd suddenly started paying him over anyone else.

It started out innocent enough, when he was watching the game and she'd insisted on sitting down next to him and asking him about it. She was wearing next to nothing, some little sundress, her curvy, soft figure was hard to miss, but he'd been a little preoccupied and had brushed her off.

Then she'd asked him to help her out in the basement with her weight lifting. He'd sworn the shorts she was wearing then were tight enough and small enough to be considered panties more than actual clothes, and her shirt, an old T that she'd cut up so her shoulder popped out and her stomach was bare, practically flaunting her sexy little body to him, sent blood rushing to his head.

"Am I stretching right?" She'd asked, her legs spread, bending over, and he could see her puffy little pussy lips sticking through her shorts, and he'd started sweating profusely, his mouth dry.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right," He'd said, then made some excuse to leave.

But what finally set him off was when he was sitting in the kitchen, and he could hear her talking to some friend on the phone in the dining room. She knew he was in there, she had to, she'd walked right past him as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, and still she'd began giggling to her friend over the phone.

"I know, I can't help it! It's just, after me and Travis broke up, I've been dying to get laid, it's killing me!" She laughed, and Mark swore he saw her throw a sweet little glance his way.

"Yeah, yeah, but I don't want to fuck just anyone, I'd rather it be someone I can trust, someone that'll pound my little pussy to oblivion, without getting all lovey dovey on me. Fuck, why the hell is it so hard to find a guy that strictly wants to fuck my brains out?"

Mark sighed and shook his head, barely able to think straight, his cock rock hard.

He'd wanted to offer up his services, to tell her he'd be more than happy to fuck her tight little pussy and walk away without a second though.

But he held his tongue. Offering to fuck your step sister, your sweet, innocent little step sister, was just too much for him to jump into. What if she freaked out? What if she told their dad? Or worse, Jacob?

No, he pushed it out of his head and went for a jog instead, trying to forget about it, trying to sweat it out.

When he got back, Josephine seemed like she'd been waiting for him, sitting in a little white sundress, wearing an apron of all things, at the kitchen counter.

"Oh good! You're home!" She giggled, jumping out of her stool.

"Oh, uh, yeah, just went for a little jog." He smiled, rubbing the sweat from his brow.

"Mmm, you get nice and sweaty," she smiled, biting her lip and giving him a sultry look.

"Yeah, well, it's a hot one-" he started, but she grabbed his sides and pulled her body against his, taking a deep breath in through her nostrils.

"Fuck, I don't know what it is about guys, but when you sweat, ugh!" She giggled, batting her eyelashes and letting go. "I was wondering if you could help me with something, if you don't mind." 

"Well, uh, I was gonna take a quick shower," He started, realizing the very serious need to jerk off and release all the sexual tension he'd let build up. His cock was rock hard, he was struggling to keep it unnoticeable underneath his basketball shorts.

"Oh, nonsense, this won't take that long!" She insisted, grabbing a couple different bottles of cleaner and a rag off the counter. 

"Well, ok, I guess," He obliged, and she kicked open the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink.

"I noticed how filthy this cabinet is earlier, and I want to clean it, but it's gonna take every cleaner we have to get the gunk out, even some wax to really polish it clean," She smiled, and Mark couldn't help but notice how she accentuated the word "polish."

"Uh, ok," he swallowed, rubbing his forehead again.

"So I'm going to get down there and start scrubbing, and I want you to hand me whatever cleaner I ask for," She smiled, and Mark nodded.

"Sure, yeah, I can do that," He smiled, and she lunged forward and hugged him, pressing her body against his rock hard cock.

He knew she must have felt it, and when she pulled away there was a lingering stare, her smiling up at him, an almost naughty look in her eyes, but then she turned away.

"Great!" She giggled, then got down on her knees, looking up at him.

Mark half expected her to open up her mouth and pull his cock out of his pants right then and there, but she only smiled and turned towards the cabinet. She got on her hands and knees and half her body disappeared under the sink.

"Hand me the spray cleaner, and the rag," she told him, her hand sticking out behind her, and Mark grabbed what she asked for, and turned to her, almost having a heart attack when he looked down.

There, on her hands and knees, her upper half completely hidden inside the cabinet, her legs and ass sticking out, Josephine's dress had completely lifted up over her ass. Her plump little butt was sticking out entirely, bare and pale, almost shaking a little bit.

"Um, uh, yeah, here you go," he stuttered, handing her the cleaning supplies.

"Thanks!" She giggled. Her ass moved back and forth, back and forth as she scrubbed and cleaned, and Mark's blood rushed to his head and his heart begin pumping a mile a minute.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, unconsciously grabbing his cock and stroking it.

"Oh geez, it is just FILTHY down here!" She moaned, sweat pouring down Mark's face.

"Yeah, well-" he gasped, his eyes locked on her bubbly little rump.

"It's been so long since anyone took care of things down here, it's just TERRIBLE!" She giggled, and Mark leaned down a little to get a closer look, realizing Josephine's pussy was slightly gaping, glistening wet.

"Yeah, that's-"

"You really can't ignore it for that long, it really needs to be taken care of regularly, I just wish I wasn't the only one here who would bother taking care of it," She insisted, and Mark snapped out of it, standing up straight.

You'd have to be a fool to not realize what's going on here, he thought. He turned to her and realized she was shaking her ass from side to side, she'd even spread her knees a little bit more.

"Will you hand me the wax? I really need to lube up this wood," She giggled, and Mark exhaled a deep breath, shaking his head from side to side.

She couldn't be any more obvious, he realized.

He pulled his shorts down, stroking his cock until it was rock hard.

"Mark?" Josephine called, her hand sticking out behind her, "Can you give it to me."

Fuck, he thought. He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.

"Mark! Come on! Just give it to me!" She demanded, her back arching down, her pussy just staring up at him. He shrugged, then got down on his knees, straddling her and shoving his cock right up her tight little pussy.

"Oh God!" She squealed, as he grabbed her wrist and held it against her back. "Oh! Fuck! Mark!"

"Is this what you want?" He yelled, pounding her tight little pussy.

"Fuck! Mark! Fuck!" She groaned, yelping a little when he spanked her ass.

"Jesus Christ! You're pussy's so tight!" He gasped, shaking his head as he thrusted into her from behind.

"Oh god, yes! Mark! Fuck my little pussy! Oh god! Your cock is so good!"

Mark couldn't help it. There'd been so much build up, so much anticipation, he knew couldn't hold out much longer.

Josephine arched her back and stuck her ass up, her pussy hungrily accepting every thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" Mark groaned, inching closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh god! Yes, Mark! Cum inside my little pussy!" Josephine squealed, almost reading his mind. "Oh god! Fill me with your cum, Mark! Fuck, I want you to cum inside me!"

Her begging and pleading sent him over the edge. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back, slamming his balls against her pussy as he exploded inside her, shooting his load over and over again.

"Ohhhhhhhh Yes! Yes!" She screamed, and then Mark fell back, wiping the sweat from his brow and staring at her as she crawled out of the cabinet and looked up at him, smiling a pouty little grin.

"Oh god, what the fuck," He groaned, shaking his head. "Jo, I'm so fucking sorry!"

She rolled her eyes, smiling, as she grabbed his cock and started licking him clean.

"Sorry for what? Not lasting longer?" She giggled, stuffing his cock back in his pants, then pointed at the kitchen table.

"Get up, sit at the table," She demanded, and like a dog, he acquiesced, climbing up and into his seat.

Jo stood up slowly, pulling her dress up and over her head and tossing it aside. She climbed on top of the table and sat in front of Mark entirely naked, her legs spread, her glistening, clean shaven pussy right in his face.

"Did you like that? Did you like my pussy?" She asked, fingering herself.

"Yes, fuck, yes," Mark groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Good. I had fun too," She smirked, and when Mark looked up he saw his cum dribbling out of her pussy and onto her fingers, her smiling devilishly as she brought them up to her lips, licking them clean.

"Oh, fuck, this is so wrong!" Mark moaned, shaking his head.

"Why?" She snapped, staring down at him almost angrily. "I wanted you to fuck me, I practically tricked you into it! What? Am I not good enough for your cock?"

"No, no! Jo! It's not like that, it's just-" Mark stammered.

Jo giggled, rubbing her clit again and smiling at him.

"You've told me you'd do anything for me, countless times." She informed him, fluttering her eyes a little as she played with herself.

"Yeah, but-" Mark tried to argue, but she cut in.

"And right now, I want a good fucking. You don't want to fuck me?" She asked, making a little pouty face and big, sad, puppy dog eyes.

"Well, no, it's not that, it's just-"

"Oh my god," She groaned, her breath quickening and her face flushing as she began to climax. "Sh! Sh! One second!"

Mark watched as she made herself orgasm, her pussy contracting and squirting all over the table, a mixture of his cum and her juices pooling in front of him.

"Oh, fuck, there we go," She sighed, smiling at him.

Mark sat there in shock, his eyes practically popping out of his face, as Josephine leaned back, catching her breath.

"Relax, dummy," She giggled, "This isn't anything. But you've always been such a sweetheart, you've always been a good big brother. Is that so much to ask that you fuck me?"

Mark swallowed, shaking his head from side to side.

"No, I mean, of course it isn't." He gasped.

"We're both consenting adults, we can have a little bit of fun, right?" She asked, smiling at him.

"Right," He nodded, almost in a trance.

"So you can fuck me, just this once? And not get weird, not get all sappy and emotional about it? Just give me a good, hard fucking, have a little fun, and not expect anything else?"




Josephine, The Family Fucktoy Ch. 03



It was so easy, so simple sounding.

"Well, yeah, Jo, I can do that." He said, and she sat up, scooting forward and pulling herself into his lap, his hard cock pressing through his shorts.

"Good! Because I've got to admit, if that's all you we're going to give me, I was going to be a little disappointed."

She giggled and leaned forward, nibbling on his neck and ear while he grabbed her ass.

"Oh!" She bounced back, resting her arms on his shoulders. "I'm serious, I want to be clear about this. I don't want love, I don't want any emotional crap, and I don't want you thinking you can fuck me whenever you want. Are you sure you can handle that?"

Mark shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, Jo, I think I can handle that," He groaned, spanking her ass.

"Good!" She giggled, jumping up off his lap. "Dad's at work and Jacob's at the beach. Patrick won't be home all day, so it looks like we've got the house to ourselves until about, what? Six?"

She smiled, grabbing her dress from the floor.

"Yeah, sounds about right." Mark laughed, watching her ass as she walked over to the doorway.

"Good, I'm going to take a shower. You'd better make good use of that time, I want you to take me and fuck me however you want"

Mark nodded, sitting up and staring at her, leaning against the door frame.

"I think I can handle that." He smiled, and she giggled a little.

"Good! Oh, and one more thing," She smiled, staring at him. 

"What?" He asked.

"I want you to be as rough as you can," She almost whispered, turning around and walking away, her beautiful bubble butt jiggling from side to side as she sauntered off.

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Josephine was all dolled up, her hair curled and dried, bouncy and soft, when she stepped out of her room in her short little work out shorts and a tank top.

As soon as the door was shut behind her, a hand reached out and grabbed her out of nowhere, shoving her face first up against the wall, groping her body as she struggled against his grip.

"Oh god! No! Please! Don't!" She cried, tears streaming down her face as her shorts were pulled down and her ass was exposed, turning to see a giant brute in a ski mask abusing her.

"Shut the fuck up, slut!" Her assailant demanded, spanking her ass roughly while his coarse fingers rubbed her wet little clit, then he grabbed her hair and whispered in her ear. "If it gets too rough, just say 'red' and I'll stop, ok?"

"Ok," She nodded and whimpered a little, the resumed the act. "Please, please, just let me go!"

Mark picked her up and threw her over his shoulders. Her little shorts were around her knees, making it impossible to kick, but she hit him and flailed as he walked with her back into his room.

"Oh god! Please! Don't!" She begged. "I'll give you whatever you want, just please, don't hurt me!"

Mark tossed her on his bed and she looked around. Mostly sports memorabilia and posters of athletes, countless trophies and framed pictures of him and friends, teammates, coaches.

"You'll give me whatever I want?" Mark asked, stepping up to her and grabbing her throat, then pulling her shorts completely off pushing her legs apart and rubbing her inner thighs.

"Oh god, no, not that, please!" She begged, tears streaming down her face. "Please, no, oh god, please don't!"

Mark's hands groped and rubbed her flesh, squeezing her legs roughly, then he pulled off the mask and threw it aside.

"Mark? It's you?" She sobbed, her acting skills unchecked. "Please, Mark! Don't make me do this!"

Mark grabbed her throat and slapped her face, shoving two fingers down her throat while she sucked and slurped on them eagerly.

"I bet that's just what you want, isn't it? You're just a dirty little piece of meat, aren't you?" He asked, and she grabbed his wrist and shoved his fingers even further down her throat, pulling back and letting globs of spit dribble down his fingers and onto her body as she gasped and whimpered.

"Oh god, no! Please, Mark!" She begged, and he reached down, rubbing her pussy.

"Fucking christ, Jo, you're soaking through your little panties!" He exclaimed, and it was true. Her little white lacy panties were sopping wet, and she squirmed and as he rubbed her clit through the frills.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Oh god!" She squealed, pressing her body against his touch. "Oh Mark! Please don't make me! I don't want to be a filthy little whore!"

Mark slapped her again, this time harder. He was getting bolder, more aggressive.

"That's what you are? Isn't it? To be fucked and turned into a filthy little cock loving whore?" He asked, and she sobbed, turning away, lying on her stomach and trying to crawl to the other end of the bed.

"Not so fast!" He yelled, grabbing her leg and pulling her back. He ripped her panties apart and threw the tattered rags away as she squealed and sobbed.

"No! Oh god! No! Please don't fuck me!" She begged, but Mark's stiff erection was sticking through his shorts and he dropped them in an instant, grabbing his cock and pressing it against her wet little pussy.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" He asked, groping her ass as he shoved his dick inside her.

"Oh!" She gasped, shaking her head. "Oh god! Oh! Fuck!"

Mark pummeled into her wet little pussy over and over again, grabbing her hair and roughly spanking her ass, choking her while he pounded into her.

"Oh! Fuck! That's it! Oh god! Mark! Fuck!" She bounced, pressing her body against his.

"That's just what you want, isn't it? You're a filthy little fuck slut, aren't you?" He groaned, slamming against her.

"Yes! Yes! I'm just a dirty little whore! Oh god! Yes!" She shrieked, biting her lip as she reached her climax, squirting all over him and his cock, spraying his sheets with her juices while she screamed and squirmed.

"Oh! Mark! Oh! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed, and as he pulled his cock out, she shot up, climbing off the bed and getting onto her knees. She pulled her tank top off exposing her beautiful, oversized tits and lunged at him, grabbing his cock as she licked his thighs and sucked on his balls.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mark!" She cried. "I'm just a messy little slut! Oh god!" She shrieked, sucking and kissing, slurping up her juices before shoving his cock down her throat and bobbing up and down on it voraciously.

"Suck that cock!" He demanded, slapping her face, then grabbing her hair and forcing his dick down her throat, again and again while she gagged and drooled, then pulling back.

"You're a dirty little cock sucker, aren't' you?" He asked, slapping her tits, one then the other, over and over again.

"Yes! I'm just a filthy little cock loving whore!" She screamed, then shoved his cock back inside her mouth.

Mark grabbed her head and forced his dick all the way down, his balls slapping her chin, then holding her there as she writhed and struggled, squirming and fighting desperately for air, drool gushing down her body in torrents before he finally let go.

"Oh god!" She screamed, turning over to get away, sobbing as she tried to crawl. "No! No! Mark, no!"

She'd never roleplayed this hard, and Patrick had always had a gentle hand, quick to give her a respite or a soft touch to remind her that it was all a game. Mark, on the other hand, grabbed her leg and pinned her to the floor, shoving his cock up her pussy without a moment's rest.

"No! No!" She sobbed, crying as he forced her face down against the ground and fucked her little pussy senseless. "Oh god! Mark! Please!"

Mark rode her mercilessly while she sobbed and squirmed, fighting against his touch through another orgasm, squirting over the floor, then another.

"Fuck, what a filthy little slut," Mark laughed, grabbing her hair as he picked himself up and stood over her, pulling her naked body over to the puddle of her own juices on the floor.

"Lick it up, slut," he demanded, forcing her ass up in the air and her face down on the ground.

Josephine sobbed, sticking her tongue out and lapping up her juices as mark spanked her and shoved a finger up her ass.

"I'm sorry!" She sobbed, tears dripping down her cheeks, "I'm so sorry! Oh god!"

Mark stood up and sat down on the chair, stroking himself off as he watched her whimper and degrade herself, eagerly licking her juices off the floor.

"Am I being good? Am I being a good little whore?" She squealed, looking up into his eyes while he stroked himself. "Am I good enough for that cock, sir?"

Mark gasped, taking a deep breath as he watched her.

"Get over here and suck on my balls first," He demanded, and she crawled over to him, grabbing his shaft and stroking it as she sucked and licked his balls.

"Just like this? Am I being a good for you?" She asked, and he pet her hair.

"Yes, yes, just like that," He groaned, lifting his leg up so she could get a better angle. She sucked and slurped, then saw his asshole, looking up and watching him groan, his eyes closed.

Patrick had never had her lick his ass, but she'd seen it happen in some of the videos he'd made her watch. She got curious, she got excited, and pressed his legs up, sticking her tongue out.

"Oh! Fuck! Jo!" Mark gasped as she buried her face in him and licked him again and again, probing her tongue against his ass. "Jesus Christ!"

"Am I being good?" She sobbed, then thrust forward and resumed.

"Fuck! Jesus, so good!" He laughed, then he grabbed her face and started throatfucking her again.

"Fuck, what a filthy little cum slut!" He groaned, leaning back. She sucked him off for a moment, then as soon as his eyes closed she jumped up, darting out the door.

"Why you-" Mark called as she ran down the hallway and down the stairs. It was in the living room that he caught her, grabbing her naked body and throwing her onto the couch.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Please don't fuck my little pussy any more!" She begged, shaking her head and trying to crawl away.

Mark grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the couch, lifting her ass up and spanking her, over and over again, harder than she'd ever been spanked before.

"Oh god! No! No!" She shrieked, but he was relentless. He spanked her ass so rough she was cringing, screaming and sobbing and begging, only this time she wasn't acting. She thought to use the safeword, but pressed back the urge.

Mark finally stopped, grabbing her and picking her up, pulling her into his lap and forcing her to straddle him as he shoved his cock up her pussy.

"Oh god! Mark! Yes!" She moaned, riding him, kissing him and biting his neck as she clung to his muscles. He grabbed her ass, forcing her down on his cock, lifting her effortlessly, stretching her little pussy and bouncing her up and down.

"Fuck! Oh Christ! It's happening again! Oh! Oh! Please don't make me cum again! Please don't make me be a slut for you!" She begged, only to receive another spanking on her ass.

"Make that little pussy cum!" He demanded, spanking her again and again, "Make that little pussy cum for me, be a good little whore!"

With that he set her off again. Wave upon wave of excitement rushed over her, hitting her hard and fast.

Mark slapped her tits as she rode him, again and again, choking and slapping her face. Her orgasm was rough and violent, hard and fast, and when it was through she collapsed on top of him.

"Oh! Oh! I can't! Mark! I can't!" She begged, but he lifted her face up by her hair and slapped her again.

"You can, and you will!" He demanded, then picked her up and turned her around.

"Oh no! No! Mark! No!" She screamed as she felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass. She put her hands on his knees and wiggled her ass against him, rubbing her asshole hard against his enlarged cock. "No! No! Not there!"

Mark grabbed his cock and lifted her, spitting on his hand and lubing his cock up before pressing it against her tight little ass. She grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, spreading herself and biting her lip as he forced his way in.

"OH FUCK!" She screamed, but his hands wrapped around her waist and he picked her up, standing up and holding her in the air as he lifted her up and down on his cock, impaling her while she grabbed her tits, squeezing her nipples and moaning.

"OH FUCK! OH GOD! OH I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN!" She shrieked, grabbing her own throat and squeezing as he fucked her ass, rubbing her little clit and forcing her to orgasm. She shook her head and convulsed, squirming and shivering, gasping and whimpering, climaxing hard.

"Fuck!" Mark groaned, and then she felt him cumming, filling her little ass with his hot load, again and again, then collapsing back down on the couch, letting her fall into his lap.

"Oh! Mark!" She groaned, lurching over to him and grabbing his cock, grabbing it and licking it clean, stroking him and sucking him off while he groaned and gasped. "Oh, Fuck!"

"Fucking Christ, Jo," Mark sighed, shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his face.

"Thank you, sir," Jo hummed, smiling up at him while she licked him clean. "Thank you for your cum!"

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Josephine could barely walk up the stairs and into her room. Mark had fucked her senseless, her entire body aching, spent, sore. She groaned as she turned the doorknob and opened it, falling into her room.

"Jesus Christ, Jo!" Kat sneered at her, shaking her head She was lying on Jo's bed in jeans and a button up black and white blouse, her back against the headboard and her phone in her hand. "What the fuck did he do to you?"

Jo stumbled forward, collapsing onto the bed, and Kat grabbed her, pulling her into her lap and petting her head.

"Oh, fuck, Kat, he just gave me the roughest fucking of my life!" Jo whimpered, nuzzling her face against Kat's chest.

"Yeah, I could hear everything. Fuck!" Kat exclaimed, petting Jo as she whimpered and moaned.

"Oh god, Kat," Jo shivered. "It was amazing!"

Kat moaned, shaking her head and staring down at Jo angrily.

"Fuck, Jo! Quit rubbing my face in it!" She whined, pushing Josephine off of her lap and over on the bed.

"Ow!" Jo whimpered, curling up into a little ball and sniffling quietly.

"Oh, aw, Jo, I'm sorry," Kat sighed, leaning over and rubbing her friend. "You really that sore?"

"Yes," Jo squealed, tears running down her face.

"You ok?" Kat asked, pulling her tight as Jo sobbed a little.

"Yes, yes, I'm ok," Jo whimpered, wiping back the tears, "It was good, it was so good! It's just, I'm a little, it was a little intense."

Kat lied down next to Jo and pulled her tight, rubbing her skin and kissing her.

"Sh, sh, it's ok, you're gonna be ok," She whispered, kissing Jo over and over again.

"I know, I know, Patrick said this could happen, he'd always cuddle with me and hold me afterwards so I'd feel safe. Will you hold me?" Jo smiled, and Kat smiled back.

"Of course I will, Kitten," Kat smiled, pulling Jo around and letting her rest her head on her chest.

They lied there together like that for some time while Jo regained her composure, rubbing and holding each other. After a while, Jo calmed down, pulling herself up and grabbing Kat's face, kissing her sweetly.

"Thank you, I- I think I'm better now," She whimpered, nibbling and kissing Kat's neck.

"Ok, good, you had me worried for a minute there," Kat sighed, rubbing and scratching Jo's back.

"I'm ok, it's ok, he wasn't, well, I told him to be rough, and it was sooooooo good," Jo purred. "It was, it's just, afterwards, I don't know."

"It's ok, Jo, I get it." Kat smiled, then her face scrunched up and she glared at Jo. "I'm still a little pissed at you for not letting me join in, though."

Jo sat up, reaching forward and tugging at the buttons on Kat's shirt, pulling it open one at a time.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Josephine whispered, pushing Kat's shirt aside and revealing her small, perky tits. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Oh yeah? How's that?" Kat gasped, her back arching as Josephine sucked and bit her nipples.

"Well, for starters," Jo giggled, "I can still feel Mark's warm cum inside my ass."

Kat blushed, looking down at Jo with shock and excitement.

"Fuck! Jo! You're such a dirty little slut!" She squealed, reaching forward and smacking Jo's ass.

"Ow! Please! Be gentle!" Jo whimpered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jo!" Kat laughed, rubbing Josephine's ass while she sat up. She got off the bed and Jo shimmied over, standing up and spreading her legs, then stood up a little straighter, leaning against the bed for support.

"Mmm, fuck, you're so dirty!" Kat giggled, getting on her knees behind Jo and rubbing her clit.

"Oh god! Just like that, oh, oh!" Jo purred, pressing her ass back, and Kat stuck her fingers up Jo's wet little pussy, getting them nice and lubricated, then pulled them out and began to finger her ass.

"Ohhh! OH!" Jo whimpered, her body bouncing back and forth on Kat's fingers.

"There we go!" Kat laughed as Mark's cum began dribbling out of Josephine's ass and down her fingers. Kat smiled, hungrily lapping up his cum as she fingered Jo's ass and rubbed her clit.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Jo whimpered, her legs shivering as she reached another climax, squirting a little, her muscles contracting, jizz forcing its way out her ass.

Kat grabbed Jo's cheeks and spread them, licking her ass and eagerly sucking and slurping up all the cum that came out until there was nothing left and Jo fell forward, crawling back into bed.

"Fuck! Jo! Thank you!" Kat giggled, licking her fingers and gulping down what was left of Mark's cum, then stripping off her pants and crawling into bed, beside Jo.

"You're welcome," Josephine giggled, kissing Kat and rubbing up against her. "But there's one other thing I need you to do."

"Ha! So needy! And what about me? When do I get some of that amazing Hendricks cock?" Kat laughed, shaking her head from side to side.

"Soon, actually," Jo giggled. "I need you to fuck Jacob."

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I know, I KNOW, nobody wants to see a threesome with Kat, Jo, and Jacob. Well would it appease you all if I told you that I'd decided to tone it down on the threesome I was planning on incorporating into the story? Without giving away all the details, I think I might forego the threesome or simply make Kat a very minor player in the overall hook up. Or is that just a very vocal minority that doesn't want to see a threesome? Any and all feedback is appreciated. Ok maybe not all, some of the people on here are real pricks about leaving anonymous comments. WE GET IT, YOU DON'T LIKE ANYTHING.