1 comments/ 36010 views/ 19 favorites One Big, Happy Family Ch. 01 By: billwells1 Am I really a whore? I spent my entire shift at the diner pondering that question. Can I be a whore if I don't get paid? What about if I only service one guy? The fellas here tease me and make suggestions regarding my anatomy and morality, but I've always kept up appearances. In between dishing-out hash and beans yesterday, I came to this stunning revelation: No Lori Manning, even though you both say that you're a whore, in reality, you're just a slut. "Maybe I should set the bar a little higher." So with my feelings assuaged, I could find time to stare into my coffee mug and slowly stir the dark brown liquid around, searching for a sign. You know in the movies when the vapor rising from the coffee forms a dollar sign. Or you stir a small tempest in the cup and it fogs over, revealing a new path in your life; like "the ghost of sluts future." Well none of that happened, all I got was cold coffee. I don't even know why I use a spoon, I don't take cream or sugar. Once, I overheard a fancy woman say in a very theatrical voice, "A proper lady doesn't drink her coffee, black." "Oh yeah bitch. If you're such a fine piece, why are you stealing all of our sweeteners?" So back to my dilemma. I'm thirty-two years old, divorced, and living with my older sister and her two grown kids. Her name is Maria, and she was packing and expecting a cab. She was going to pick-up her twenty-one year old daughter Christy from the hospital and catch a plane to visit our mother. Mom was in ill-health and those two were best-equipped to help. Maria was a forty-four year old widow and living off her husband's prodigious estate, in this semi-mansion. Christy was a new nurse and had two weeks vacation. I am the one best-suited to stay behind. My menial job offered no vacation, I was now a near-permanent house guest, and we always joked that my lifestyle is what brought on Mom's illness, anyway. I could justify my position by catering to the needs of the house and family, for all that was worth. When the dispatcher called to say the cab was five minutes out, my sister was scrambling to gather last-minute items. My nephew Will, hung up the phone and relayed the info to Maria. Then he casually rubbed his hand across my backside and whispered in my ear, "as soon as she's out the door, I want you on your knees sucking my cock. My dear Aunt Lori, I'm gonna fill you up with cum!" Yep. My torturer was my twenty-five year old nephew William. I never would have imagined. We used to be so close and he was such a great kid. Our age difference was such that Maria would take us both, to the zoo, and even today, I have dated guys younger than him. But now, whenever we're alone in the house or sometimes just alone in a room, Will has somehow assumed property-rights to my body. It seems like a long and complicated story of debauchery and incest, but to tell the truth; about two months ago we hooked-up after a night of drinking with others and played a game of truth-or-dare in the living room. One thing led to another, mostly me sucking him, and things quickly spiraled out of control. Let me correct that. Things spiraled into his control! He managed to follow me into my bed that night and with my sister and my niece down the hall; he coerced me into allowing him to penetrate me in a dozen ways and suck his cock in between each position. With each maneuver I laughed or moaned so much, he would shove a sock in my mouth until his pecker was available. I would like to blame this continued abhorrent behavior on alcohol, or on not wanting to hurt or shame my family. But ofcourse, that would be bullshit! There was something thrilling about a man dominating me, and the incest, well how do I explain it? If I didn't stop it, I was complicate to it. It is so nasty. And if caught, I would shame the family for generations. But the appalling nature of it is what made the affair so exhilarating. And it brings me the most intense, mind-blowing orgasms I can imagine. Let me describe my co-conspirator and rapist. Will is twenty-five. He is well over six feet tall and 220 lbs. He has thick, wavy blonde hair that is almost white in the summer and he often sports a goatee or full beard. His father died just as he finished engineering school and he took some time-off to regroup. He lifted weights rigorously, spent days at the pool working on his Zen, (and tan), and bought a motorcycle. Today he is clean-shaved and preppy-looking, yesterday it was beard, chains and a Harley. He is built like a Roman God, wealthy as a Roman emperor and has the evil mind of Caligula. He has a lot of free time, some very deviant thoughts and a young aunt, pliant and eager to please. A recipe for disaster. I remember one day I was washing the lunch dishes at the kitchen sink, staring absently out the window when he appeared behind me. I was in rubber gloves with an apron around my waist. My reddish hair was falling loosely from a bun atop my head and steam was rising in my face. I wore no makeup because I needed to shower for work in an hour, and I had on old grey flannel gym shorts and was bare-footed. Will very casually bumped me against the sink and proceeded to grind his pelvis into my rear-end. I glanced over my shoulder to give him a look that said, "are you kidding me?" When I scanned down, I saw that he wore only a tee shirt and sandals. His big cock was erect and angry-looking. What could he have possibly found attractive? My hands were in suds and I was holding a dish rag and dinner plate, while he yanked my shorts down to my ankles. Will reached around me and scooped a handful of warm foamy water and started to massage the triangle between my legs. The hot water felt delicious trickling down my thighs and the bubbly liquid served as a lubricant for his giant cock. He plunged none-too-gently into my steaming hole and drove me into the formica for a few minutes. With each mighty thrust, the clean dishes rattled in the strainer and the small plants on the window-sill vibrated with the beat. I could only pray that no one else was home to walk in on us from behind; so my attention was on the window where I figured that at best, I could only be seen from mid chest level. To any outsiders I hoped that it would only appear that my dear nephew was just whispering in my ear. That is when he brought his hands up to my collar and violently ripped the shirt straight off my body. It hung in tatters from my sleeves and my boobs bounced freely, hidden only by a thread-bare apron that read, "it's not a chore if you love it!" His warm, wet hands cupped my 34C's and he tugged at them while he continued to plow into me. I kept an eye out the window because now it would be obvious I was being molested, and the dishes would have to soak for another day. He yanked my hips back towards him and flattened me out, parallel to the floor. With his cock banging inside me, he loosened my cinnamon hair and spanked my rear end loudly. He kept dipping his hands into the warm dish water and rubbed the soothing liquid onto my ass and upper thighs spreading a warm glow all over my tingling body. My tits bounced on the cold counter-top and my pink nipples tensed at the sensation. Will grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to lift my tits and arch my back. The tips of my red hair were soaked and sudsy, laying plastered against my shoulders. I had a firm grip on the sink in my latex gloves and needed it to prevent him from ramming my teeth into the faucet. My tits wobbled and smacked together with that sound of slapping wet flesh. The tension was building and my orgasm mounted beyond the breaking point. He leaned heavily on my back, his clutches like a vise on my hips. I heard his throaty grunts and knew that the intensity was at it's fullest. I felt that final, powerful thrust and a tremendous shudder passed through me. I had never experienced an orgasm through intercourse and had also never cum simultaneously with a partner. Now my nephew was pumping his seed into me and my body shook hard enough to measure on the Richter Scale. We rocked like this for a few moments, my knees trembled and I was holding the counter to remain upright. I could see that I was slipping over the edge of reason. Will slapped my ass with his wet palm and pulled his nine inches of pleasure out of me. I felt suddenly empty and abandoned. My inner thighs were running with a mixture of his semen and soapy water, and a milky grayish puddle was spreading at my feet. When I looked behind me, his red, veiny member was beginning to shrivel and he wiped his crotch with soapy water. I decided then, that the dishes were all going into the dish-washer! I was pleased to see that none of the neighbors had discovered us. And my sister was mercifully not at home. I'm not sure if Will worried about either one. I also discerned that after that experience, Will would continue to fuck me at his leisure and I was going to revel in it. From that day, I belonged to him. Whore-slut, whatever? There was another time when we were all gathered in the family room. Maria was watching an old movie that she loved and Christy had her nose in a book. Will and I were on the couch. The movie was truly sappy and we had sat through it many times before. Will was whispering in my ear the extremely nasty things he had planned for me; while surreptitiously strumming his hands along my thighs or darting-in for a quick bite on my tits and then sitting back in his place. Christy harrumphed and went to her room to read. Maria thought we were joking about her movie and was annoyed at our infantile behavior. She was captivated with her film and oblivious to our true intentions. (After-all, who would suspect that your son was fucking your sister?) She would look over from time to time, not even realizing that she was catching us making-out like teens. She shsshed us and finally lost her temper, "look, I like this movie. If you two are going to ruin it for me, just go somewhere else and leave me alone." Will took this as an invitation and an opportunity. He grabbed my wrist and told his mom that we were going to watch tv. in the downstairs den. I knew what was about to happen; I would end-up naked and dripping cum. I could easily have offered to keep company with my sister. Instead, I followed Will to the kitchen where he snagged a six-pack and we headed down to the rec-room. We hadn't hit the landing when he squeezed my ass and declared quite plainly, that I was going to suck his cock until he exploded. "You are my little whore now, and it's time you learned how to act." I was stunned. Nobody had ever called me that name. And this was my nephew, he was only seven years younger than me. I wanted to scream at him but I knew that Maria would here. And somewhere deep in my demented psyche, I wanted this terrible, exciting, incestuous, breath-taking relation to advance. I don't completely understand it, but I muffled my voice, undercutting my own protest; and revealing to Will, the weakness of my position. "William," I whispered firmly but softly, "I am not a whore." I almost pleaded with him. Yet I still offered only token resistance as he roughly gripped my tits and slathered sloppy kisses down my neck and into my cleavage. "You are my whore." He countered. "And your body belongs to me. It's time you learned obedience and how best to serve me." He turned on the tv., only to muffle our voices, and cracked a couple beers. He yanked his huge cock from his shorts and pushed me to the floor, tearing my shirt to shreds in the process. "First, I want you always topless when you blow me. And you will suck and swallow me atleast five times a day." He was taking for granted that I would be sucking him and I was accepting for granted, that I would follow his orders. As his big, stiff penis slapped against my cheeks, he twisted my nipples in his fingers and proceeded with his lecture. "You're my whore to fuck whenever I desire. I want you to understand this. Your sweet pussy belongs to me (I felt his calloused hands palming my clit.) Your big, juicy tits belong to me (he wrenched my nips, again.) Your tasty mouth belongs to me (his heavy, thick cock thumped against my lips and tongue.) And your tight, little ass is mine too (I managed to squirm out of reach at that one!) Now suck me down to the root and swallow my load." I arranged some pillows on the floor to be more comfortable on my knees and gripped his cock as I've done dozens of times already. I slobbered some saliva on the purplish, swollen head and rubbed the moisture down the full length of his thick meat. Before I took it in my mouth, I uttered my meager protest. "I'm only a whore for you. I wouldn't put up with this for anyone else." Wow! Even to me, that sounded pretty lame. My absolute surrender was official and unconditional. 'Maybe I should set my sights abit higher, huh Lori?' He did not even deem to reply. I engulfed his rigid tool and slurped like he might take it away from me. I looked-up to see him staring down at me with an evil smirk, and steering my mouth into position with my ears. He had cast a spell on me. I pumped his throbbing knob furiously with my right hand as my left hand snaked it's way to my pussy. He alerted me before, that he likes to watch me diddle myself when I suck him. I would do it anyway. This entire scenario turned me on more than I could explain. So as my fury began to mount, I shoved him further into my mouth and could feel him banging at the back of my throat. My right hand was a blur pumping his cock and my left was a squishing mess fingering my snatch and flicking at the firm nub of my clit. Will's hand was at the base of my neck and I recognized the straining grunts for what they portended. It would not be long now. "Take it whore. Take it. Swallow my load like the dirty little slut that you are." He pumped and yanked. Squeezed, tugged and shivered. I felt his sperm rising inside his shaft as I hurried it along and instinctively began to swallow as I stroked it faster. One last push and I tasted the stream of warm, salty goo lathering my insides and filling my cheeks like a chipmunk. I swallowed greedily and licked my lips and chin, savoring every sticky drop. It's a filthy act and a horrible family situation and I was so excited and aroused, I creamed myself continuously for five minutes. My nephew owns me and rapes me at his pleasure. I am an incestuous slut, and the only thing that would make me happier would be if I could share the news with someone! So I repeat his degrading remarks and add a few raunchy ones of my own. "Yes, I'm your whore. (Swallowing and licking the sticky remnants of semen from his shiny cock.) I'm your fuck-toy. My cunt belongs to you. I only want to please you. Tell me what to do and I'm yours." Our days were all like this. My niece was most times at the hospital and my sister could shop for hours on end. When we were left alone, I was taught to never cover my tits. And that at all play times, either my hands, tits or some orifice should blanket his tool. My time as my nephew's slut was at hand. It was the best summer of my life. Another afternoon I had just emerged from the bathroom. It was a rare day that I was totally alone in the house. Will took every opportunity to get me by himself. He knew my schedule and monitored my activities. He was insatiable. But hey, if I was a young man with an incestuous, slut slave-girl; would I be any different? This day, I relaxed in the tub, painted my nails and curled my long blonde hair, (I've forgotten what the natural color is and my pussy is now shaved clean.) When I strolled down the hall in robe and pajamas I did a double-take at his bedroom. He was home. I found him sprawled naked on the bed, his enormous cock announcing his presence as if it were flying a flag. Which it appeared capable of supporting. My path was halted when he whistled, and then snapped his fingers, nodding at his erection. My lingering toilette meant that I needed to hurry or be late for work. I trembled slightly at his "request," aware of the punishments for disobeying him. "Please Will, not now. I have to get to the diner. I swear I'll make it up to you later." I shook and shuddered like a child facing a disapproving adult. "It's okay," he answered, "I already stopped at the diner and told them you were sick and would not be in today." My belly dropped. "How dare he call me off from work? On the other hand, what's more sexy than a take-charge guy? And boy, did that describe my nephew." He reached out to me with one hand and in the other he held a container of lube. "Mom and Christy are out for the evening and today we have the house to ourselves." I took a deep breath, my tits heaving. And gulped down what was left of my pride. If ever I was unsure of my surrender, this would answer the issue. My nephew lay naked on the bed, we would be alone for hours, and he fondled a tube of Vaseline in his fingers. I shrugged the robe from my shoulders and left it in a heap at the doorway. I watched transfixed as he stroked his rock-hard cock to impossible dimensions of length and circumference. He had blonde body hairs and light-brown pubic hair. I had never noticed since we were normally in a rush or in the shadows. I ambled toward the bed and he grasped the pajama front savagely, scattering the buttons on the carpet and exposing my heaving mammaries. I shed the top easily and slid the trousers down my hips and around my ankles, lightly stepping out of them. The warmth of my shower was replaced with a chilly perspiration. I had applied a silky-smooth coat of oil to almost every inch of me. Will was about to slicken the one area I had excluded. From experience, I knew to begin sucking that gigantic rod and bring my butt up to his hungry tongue. He normally liked me to play with my smooth cunt, but this time he went to work without me. He kissed and licked my slit, nibbling on my fleshy nub and gliding a wet, warm path to my anus. I could hear his hands warming and kneading the lube and soon felt it's slick texture between my legs. This anal-taboo on top of the incest-taboo set my heart racing. And my pussy kept pace. With the first probing of his moist fingers my body's contractions began. The muscles in my abdomen tightened. My ass clenched and dilated. My thighs stiffened and flexed while my fingers pawed at the edge of the mattress. He explored with two fingers for a second, then plunged a third one deep inside my rectum up to the webbing of his hand. I almost sprang off the bed! I erupted in a torrent of cum! The waves of exhilaration consumed me. I bucked and moaned, feeling nothing but the beat of my heart and the pulse-pounding stomping in my vagina. After seemingly hours of his preparing me, he extracted his sloppy digits with a plopping sound as the small, brown ring of my asshole closed back into place. His cock made a similar noise as I released it from my lips. I have never seen it shine as much. My saliva coated it and his viscous pre-cum leaked from the large, bulbous head. Will scrambled from underneath me and positioned himself directly astern of my slick, round bottom. I had to look back, like at a car-wreck, to watch the impending deflowering of my anal-cherry. The enormous mushroomed head was sticking straight-out and looked monstrously oversized for what was about to take place. After the sloppy blow-job I had just given, I didn't think any more grease was necessary; but he squirted another gob into my hole and layered the rest along the entire length of his shaft. I did not kid myself that this was for my pleasure. He wanted to jam it home on the first attempt. It was time, and he aligned his missile at my tight, unwilling target. "My little whore is going to enjoy this. After today you'll be spoiled. You will beg me to finish every one of our fuck-sessions with an ass-blast." I could only hold my breath and clench my eyes shut. He pressed my face into the sheets and raised my butt up, supporting my underside with folded pillows that after today, nobody will want to rest their head on. One Big, Happy Family Ch. 01 The passion overwhelmed me. I wanted it so bad. "Do me Will, fuck me! I want to feel that fat cock in my ass!" My resolve was defeated. "Are you my whore?" He quizzed me with a lewd, merciless laugh. "Yes, master (why did I say that?) I'm yours. You know I'm yours. You've known all along. Please fuck my ass and fill me with your sweet, hot cum." I shrieked every filthy, demeaning expression that came to mind and amazingly, my body relaxed as he entered and drilled me. Atleast there was only minimal discomfort This is the sexual experience I've always wanted. Dirty, incestuous rape. There were clues before. I certainly wasn't virginal or prudish. If a guy pulled my hair or spanked me, I performed better and orgasmed stronger. I have sucked cocks and been filled with cum, but nothing could match the sensation Will was providing me now. I was free to climax and wallow in my lust. Nothing again could ever compare to my feeling of release. My nephew owns me. I acknowledge that now. Mouth, cunt and ass. I belong to him and I'm thrilled. I could feel another tremendous orgasm building in my loins. The twitching and shaking signaled the imminent explosion. "Bring it on. I want it all and forever!" My erotic reverie was only broken by Will's hoarse exaltations. "Take it bitch. I want this ass! I'm going to pump a gallon of jizz into your slutty hole." With that, he did. He drove into me like he wanted to push me off the bed. His balls slapped against my sweaty ass and one hand gripped my tits as if they could be removed. He yanked my head back by the roots of my hair and I could see his eyes were filled with lust. He screamed into my face, "tell me you love it, slut! You love my huge dick and you live to be my cock-whore." It took a minute for my quivering to ebb and the fog lift in my brain. I could see the intensity in him but couldn't make out a word of it. His cock was shooting with the force of a fire hose and the weight of his sticky body collapsed my weakened legs and arms. I let out a huge breath and felt him ease out of my empty husk of a body. Atlast I regained some semblance of my composure. "My Gawd, it was wonderful! My whole body aches for you. I want more, Master. Your whore is begging you." He wiped his greasy cock on the sheets and I rubbed the cushions on my slick, sweaty pussy and ass. (And made a mental note to burn those linens.) "Relax," he said, "we have all day and there will be plenty more." He laughed and slapped his big paw loudly across the cheeks of my butt. Those are just a few memories and an idea of how I arrived at this precarious situation... We heard the taxi honk from the curb and Maria blew a kiss to both of us. She hoisted her travel bag and opened the front door. Before she stepped out, she looked back and said, "it will only be for about two weeks. So you two be good." As the door latch set and the car door opened, I glanced back at Will. His cock was already in his hand and he flipped a soft pillow on to the floor between his legs. I tossed my tee shirt overhead and unclasped my bra. Then I settled down on my knees and made myself comfortable. Two weeks could last forever. End of chapter 1. ***** Comments welcome. One Big, Happy Family Ch. 02 It may help to read Ch. 1. This story concerns Lori and her young nephew Will, who has made her his slave. They have had two weeks alone in the house to perfect their relationship. And now the depths of their depravity are revealed. Feel free to comment at the end. ***** This was a new game. Will had tied me up before and left the room sometimes to find new objects to torture me with, but this time he added a twist. I am bound naked, spread-eagle over the ottoman with a fat, glass plug sticking out of my ass like a tail. We've done this before. In this position he is usually at my head, holding my chin in his hand and eagerly sliding his hot meat into my insatiable mouth. I have learned that I love being his submissive slut. This time though he used a ball-gag dipped in strawberry oil, to keep me quiet and horny for the real thing. In my mind I could picture the desperate situation I was in. Though imagination was hardly necessary. In the nearly two weeks that my nephew and I have spent alone in the house, some strange and erotic additions have been made. The downstairs rec-room had been modified into a luxury bondage chamber. Sofas and overstuffed chairs have been equipped with soft manacles and Velcro straps. I'm secured to this ottoman with my own stockings. The pool table and dart board have been put to various non-sporting pursuits. A hanging rataan chair has been converted to a sex swing and a few full-length mirrors have made it possible to watch three or four angles of every maneuver performed. So as my eyes darted to the many reflections, I spied a thirty-two year old red-haired woman tied down on a four foot long plush piece of furniture. My wrists and ankles were held with nylons and a soft pillow was wedged under my abdomen to prop my bare bottom in the air. The candle light in the room illuminated the oil slathered on my rear end and a rainbow refracted off the surface of the clear butt-plug sticking hilariously out of my ass. There was a sheen of oil and perspiration on my body which cast delicate shadows on the mounds and folds of my torso. And my full, lush dark red hair was laying damp on my back and falling over my face, held in place by the strap of the large, orange, orb forced into my mouth. I could only grunt and moan, (with the occasional squeal,) as I took in the scene. With each wiggle, the beaded, tapered, glass in my butt worked it's way deeper inside me. The sensation was no longer new. I've been getting my ass fucked about three times a week for a couple of months with an eclectic array of phallic shapes: including dildos, bottles, tools, and of course the monstrous cock of my twenty-five year old nephew. But today as I mentioned, was a little odd. I was alone, struggling against the restraints while a fruit-flavored drool oozed down my chin and my pussy rubbed along the edge of the pillow, causing a tingle to ignite the fire in my vagina. My clit was swollen and red as I ground in contact with the material. Fluids flowed from every orifice. This was unlike any masturbation I have ever experienced. I couldn't move, speak or touch myself; and though I was totally exposed and vulnerable, if I could have spoken, I would have called for someone, anyone, to come fuck me! I was so hot the glass dildo was in fear of melting. And where was Will? My Master was pulling the strings. He had forced me before to play with myself. And he often demands that I crawl to him and beg him to fuck me. And sometimes while he's jamming his cock into my throat, he watches tv. and tries to abstain from orgasm, forcing me to work harder to bring him off. He calls it conditioning. To teach me all the ways to pleasure him. He was probably now, upstairs watching a game and drinking a beer while I worked myself into a frenzied lather. Tease and reward for us both. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door at the top of the steps open and footfalls coming down the carpeted stairs. But something wasn't quite right. I strained to catch a reflection in the mirror and "OH my Gawd!" rang out as my older sister Maria came face-to-face, (so to speak,) with my shiny, plugged butt. I tried to scream or apologize or scramble to escape, but I was firmly tied and muzzled. I don't know which of us was in greater shock. I did the quick math in my head, thirteen days, Maria should not be home now. That made me feel better. That good feeling lasted about a nano-second. She had been visiting our mother and we did not expect her back so soon. Will and I had really gotten carried away in the interim and our debauchery knew no bounds. And now my big sister strolled right in to the middle of it. I could have claimed an invasion of privacy, if I didn't have a sex toy clenched in my teeth. But that excuse probably would not fly, anyway. Maria slumped into a chair, brushing aside the Velcro ties, and stifled a sardonic laugh. She took in the odd predicament and I could see her mind doing the calculations. "Here's my idiot sister stretched out naked, while some mysterious, pervert, boyfriend sleeps off a drunken fuck. Are you ever going to grow out of this stage?" Oh, if she only knew! She began the "older sister" lecture and pondered whether to release me from my captivity. I could only mumble meaningless, slobbery grunts as my eyes grew wide and my fingers stretched, pleading to be unloosed. She began to unknot the stockings binding my appendages, scrupulously avoiding the objects in my mouth and ass. Her tone became much more sarcastic, "so, how many gentlemen did it take to bundle you up like this? Did they all come already? Or did they get bored with you? And the gag is a really good idea, I applaud them for that." The remarks were biting but I was in no position, literally, to respond. Our sex lives were vastly different, to say the least. She was escorted to elegant dinners and had weekend rendezvous. I had incestuous, anal sex strapped to a couch. When my hands were freed I removed the ball-gag. Then carefully hidden by a towel, I delicately dislodged the offending plug. Her harangue was over and a nervous laughter started as she prodded me for an explanation. Now I began to sweat! Just then, the door opened again and this time it was Will skipping down the steps whistling a jaunty tune. When they saw each other they froze, and then in one voice they both cried out, "what are you doing here!?" Will was momentarily stunned. I have never seen him caught so off-guard. Maria stared slack-jawed at him and then quickly glared at me, her strawberry blonde locks flying as her head swung from one to the other. We both noticed her lovely, blue eyes widen and all the color drain from her face as the obvious, deviant notion formed in her mind. Her body appeared to levitate for an instant and then her eyelids flickered rapidly. A sudden sweat broke out on her forehead and her body shuddered. Will stepped over and caught her in his strong arms just as she fainted dead away. "Oh no," I yelled "this can't possibly be happening. Why is she home so early and what is she going to say, that is, if we haven't killed her. We have to get her up, maybe call a doctor?" Will and I have been exploring the dark side, and we have used any and all means at our disposal. But we never intended for Maria to find out or be hurt by us. "Are you crazy?" Will immediately recovered his senses and control. "Spread the blanket on the table and grab that pillow. We'll lay her up there. And pick up those stockings." I scrambled to do as I was told, letting Will make the decisions and worried only about my sister's well-being. I prepared a little bed on the pool table and rushed to be of assistance. As I looked down at her on the table, a strange memory returned. We always put a blanket on the table when we have sex there. First, to protect the felt, and also to avoid any blue chalk marks or red rug burns. Both would be hard to explain. And now my sister is laying here on the "sex-bed" as she recovers from her nightmare ordeal. Her breathing was erratic and she was soaked with sweat, so I unbuttoned her blouse and removed her heels, then I went to retrieve a wet rag and a dry towel. When I came back I was jolted by the scene. Maria's arms were tied at both sides of the table legs and the ball-gag was in her mouth. Will had stripped off her skirt, leaving only skimpy, pink panties and was in the process of strapping her bare ankles to the heavy wooden legs of the pool table. Her body glistened with sweat as she writhed on the blanket, apparently coming back into consciousness. Her chest heaved as her breathing regulated. The matching pink bra rose in an unsteady rhythm. Her tits, I noticed, were a few cup sizes larger than mine and the moisture outlined them perfectly through the thin material. Her nipples poked straight towards the ceiling and were beginning to stiffen as her torso cooled. I dabbed the wet cloth along her face and neck, smoothing her silky hair and toweling off her twitching limbs. I was drawn to an image of a virginal sacrifice. The straining maiden about to experience something fiendish. But restrained and almost naked, she looked so erotic and tempting. Her beautiful, flailing body was at our mercy. "Help her out, but don't touch that gag. I'll be right back." Will left the room and I was charged with the task of calming my sister's nerves as she laid tied to a table; in sheer undies, with a big, orange rubber ball stuck in her mouth. I did not do a very good job of it. She glared wide-eyed at me and tested the strength of her nylon chains. Her cheeks puffed out as she tried to scream. And I could discern muffled versions of "help?" and "why?" She thrashed violently on the table, her sweaty, reddish locks whipping her face. Her hips flexed and gyrated, trying to roll or rise from her captivity. All the while staring daggers at me; wondering why I'm not helping her and how on earth I could be holding her prisoner. I watched helplessly with mixed emotions. At forty-four years of age, her body was magnificent. A couple extra pounds only added to her feminine jiggle and her untamed thrashing caused a powerful stirring in my vagina. It only now occurred to me that I was still naked. She must be going crazy with ideas about this entire situation. Instead of rushing to help her, I am watching her struggle and admiring her sexy physique. I was a little jealous that she looked so hot, and acutely aware that my nipples were achingly hard and my pussy emitting a stream of thick cream down my thighs. My mind was flooded with the dream of a forbidden bi-sexual BDSM encounter with my only sister. Will re-entered the room with tripods and camera equipment. He had filmed us in action before, and though it takes a little getting used to, I must admit that the clips are a complete turn-on. Now I understood, as did Maria, what was about to happen here. Maria stiffened at the sight of the lights and lenses then her body visibly shrunk into the table as the inevitability of it all played out. It must have become painfully obvious to her what was about to take place. And the horrible realization of who her tormentors and captors were. "Please Will," I stuttered. Even as my hand moved to my shaved mound and began a long, slow stroke. "You can't do this, she's not into this. Will, it's your mother. She's my sister." Still, two fingers started to ease their path into my volcanic snatch and I could not avert my eyes. My meager protests were ignored and my nephew began to peel off his shorts and shirt. He was tall, big and muscular. I loved seeing him nude. Plus, I was without doubt, his sexual slave and have been for months. The lights were lit and the filming started. The tape was instantly transferred to his many computer terminals and shown larger than life on the big screen on the wall. Poor Maria looked on teary eyed and who knows what she was thinking of her son and sister. When Will commanded me to get him started, I plopped right down on the carpet and engulfed his nine solid inches in my lustful mouth. My fingers raked my clit and plunged into my gaping cunt as my cheeks filled with his familiar tool. I sucked and slurped with my hand pumping his huge rod, covering that alabaster spear with my saliva. The blue veins expanded and my lips toyed with the thick ridge on the cap of his cock. I jerked the shaft and painted his tool with my spit. It grew impossibly large as it filled my mouth and I peered up to see him rip the gossamer, pink undies from his mother's hips. He took his cock from my mouth leaving me empty and horny, then with no fanfare, he plunged directly into Maria's unwilling pussy. "Ah Mom, this is great. How do you like it? I always thought about fucking you and here, you walk straight into our little sex-nest. So now, you can join me and Aunt Lori in all the fun." Then to me he said, "well Lori, I told you I wanted to see you with another chick, isn't it nice that Mom volunteered. There's something extra kinky about doing sisters, specially when one is your Mom. Take her bra off and we'll both get a taste of those tits!" I was hypnotized and felt amazingly guilty. However I was so horned-up and entangled with my Master's wishes that I had no other choice but to obey. I reached beneath Maria and unsnapped her bra. She was lying limp and subdued on the table. Overwhelmed and dazed by the deviant thought of her two closest relatives forcibly, incestuously raping her and forever safeguarding it to film. Insuring that she is drawn into this sexual circle. We both reached for a breast. Will squeezed roughly on her right and I cupped and suckled on her left. Maria closed her eyes and turned her head away, all combativeness over. My tongue was dancing on her erect nipples and I was bathing her areolae and ponderous boobs in saliva. I felt the table shake and heard Will groan when he released his massive load inside her. My emotions were a muddled mess. My Master looked so excited over his new conquest that I was feeling pangs of jealousy. His quick, emphatic orgasm only charged him up further and when I saw that his long, stiff rod, was dripping with cum and searching for more, I wanted my share. I also found Maria's body to be an exquisite aphrodisiac. Her gorgeous rosy blonde locks, (probably the hue mine would be if I ever stopped dying it.) Those big natural tits, with solid heft and soft bounce. Frosty blue eyes, trimmed bush, wide child-bearing hips, and the stoicism to bear up under this treachery. I wanted to be more like her but at this moment, I wanted to have sex with her. I admit that I am a willing submissive to my nephew and an accomplice to my own moral degradation. But my poor sister had been Shangheid into this debauchery. And here, her son and sister were pawing at her like crazed zombies and making lewd, lustful noises to convey our driving desire to possess her luscious body. We were both kissing and sucking on her tits, my fingers played with her pubic hair, spreading her son's juices on her labia and exploring her inner folds with my sticky fingers. Will removed her gag, allowing her to breathe freely for a moment and to clear her mouth of the saliva, sweat and oil dripping from her nose and chin. She started to plead and beg until I noticed that she caught an image of herself projected on the six-foot screen. Her eyes drooped and her jaw slackened as a strange calm seemed to over take her. She then focused more closely on me licking her and permitted her mouth to open tenderly and accept her son's gigantic column of flesh between her lips. "That's nice. Suck me Mom. You're enjoying it now, good. Because we're gonna fuck a lot from now on." I was totally flabbergasted at this abrupt turn around and when Will's hand grabbed a handful of my auburn hair and placed me at her cunt, I heard an audible moan and felt a slight tremor from deep inside her vulva. My tongue inched it's way towards her anus and her hips seemed to rise up to greet me. Will gripped his mom's strawberry mane and slowly glided his slick, granite-hard shaft in and out of her waiting mouth. He assured her that she would love being a new slave in his expanding sex-ring. He "explained" that he was merely releasing her sexual inhibitions and broadening her horizons. I at least, was buying into the whole package. He continued to thrust deep down her throat and I furiously licked at her pussy and ass, then something remarkable occurred. I saw her abdominal muscles contract and felt her thighs stiffen under my hands. I watched as the tendons in her neck enlarged and her fingers alternately flexed and balled. Her toes curled at the pink nails and her head thrashed about, while right in the middle, her pelvis rocked and her hips shuddered and strained. Then I heard the moan. A low, deep animal groan followed by Seismic convulsions and an unmistakable release of sexual tension. Maria was climaxing like nobody I've ever heard of. I felt the heat of her pussy like standing to close to a furnace. And I tasted the delicious, thick cream pouring out of her hot snatch and running down to the cheeks of her pliant ass. My own orgasm followed, flooding me with a wave of emotions and energy. It seemed rewarding after all that I could help bring my sister to this sexual peak after the bitter start to this affair. When she caught her breath she said to Will, "Please untie me honey, or should I call you Master now? Let me return the pleasure you two are giving me. I've been bottled up for too long. I never thought sex could be so dirty and exciting. I feel like a slut and I love it! My pussy is on fire and I want more. I want to try it all! Lori, I want to taste your cunt while my boy fucks me." I never anticipated or expected any type of transition like this. But Maria was hooked and we were both excited to welcome her to our tight little "family." It wasn't much longer till she was on her knees taking turns at our genitals and plunging one of the big rubber cocks in to her hungry gash. She rolled on to her side allowing access for both of us to play with either end of her. When she and I engaged in a trembling, fumbling "69" she asked if we were really sluts, to eat each other and perform for the gratification of our son/nephew. I replied that we may feel slutty, but we were just sisters exploring our sexuality and keeping it all in the family to allow for the freedom to experiment. I thought it was a pretty profound answer, Will just said, "turn around and suck me, both of you!" After a few hours of heated, raunchy sexcapades; Maria glanced around at her re-decorated den, "What do you do with all these gadgets?" Will assured her that she would learn about all of them. Then she said, " Not tonight, you guys wore me out. I'm sore and exhausted but I want to try everything. Besides Christy will be home from work, soon." "Oh my Gawd!" We all said in unison. We had forgotten all about my twenty-one year old niece. This is going to take a lot of planning. What are we going to do about Christy?... The end of ch.2 Comments welcome.