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Bride of Motherfucker - Chapter Four

 

Ginny, being suspended from school like she was, had come over shortly after breakfast looking for me. She'd found our father instead and I'd gone upstairs to take a shower. I probably should have made it a cold one.

I could smell her. The over-ripe smell of sex radiating from Ginny's pores. She hadn't cleaned herself at all and I imagined my half-sister full of our father's cum and I wanted her, I won't deny it. Just seeing her brought back a flood of memories, most of them good, and not only that but the emotions as well. I remembered loving her, kissing her face and taking Ginny's virginity, feeling her innocence being torn by my cock without even knowing who she really was.

I'd not only fucked my sister, I'd made love to her…and fallen in love, because that was my curse. 

"He told me you wouldn't be home until later," Ginny told me, fidgeting with the belt of our dad's bathrobe.

"It is later," I said, glancing at the alarm clock next to my bed. "I'm running late."

"Are you mad?"

"Nope."

"We just kinda started hugging and then, um…He kissed me," she said, determined to explain why she'd been fucking our dad. "He reminds me so much of you, I couldn't help it."

"I bet." I nodded. "I think his dick is just a little thicker than mine though."

"Jimmy!" she pouted.

"Mine's longer though," I said with a shrug. "So it all works out okay."

"Why are you acting this way? I love you!"

"Ohhh…" I rolled my eyes as I fixed my tie in the mirror, wondering why the wrong end kept coming out too long. "You're gonna fit right in around here, Gin."

"What? Why?"

"You love your brother and fuck your dad," I sighed. "Might as well go back home and pack. Plenty of closet space in Dad's bedroom now."

"Don't talk to me that way!" Ginny crossed her arms over her tits and puffed like a little steam engine. "It was just sex."

"I've heard that one before."

"He told me you hit him last night," she said, changing the subject as she sat down on my bed.

"Yep!" I smiled because I finally got the knot right.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you," I said. "Family secret…Oh wait! I guess I can, huh?"

"You're not very funny."

"I kinda am." I grinned at her. "I gotta go."

"Go where? Jimmy! What's going on?"

"I'm having dinner with Wendy and her parents," I told Ginny seriously. "We're getting married, I think."

"What?" She swallowed hard.

"I can't see you anymore," I sighed. "I tried to tell you before. You're my sister, okay? I love you, but not like that. Not anymore."

"Because of Wendy?"

"Because…Yeah," I agreed, taking the easy way out and it wasn't a lie anyway. "I love her and I don't want anyone else, Gin."

"But I love you!" She blinked her eyes quickly. "Why are you being so mean to me?"

"I just want to be your brother," I said, sitting down next to her and knowing I shouldn't. "Don't cry. Come on…I'm sorry I was mean."

"I don't want to be your sister," she whispered, and Ginny's face had fallen into a sad, trembling frown.

The girl's eyes were wet and I felt helpless as I pulled her close to me, hugging her gently and only wanting to do the right thing.

"It's not my fault," she cried softly into my chest, wrapping her arms around me while I tried to shush her.

"I know," I breathed, kissing her hair and nodding, stroking her back through the soft terrycloth of her robe.

"I can't help it." She sniffled and kissed my shoulder beneath the dress shirt I wore. "I've always loved you."

"Ginny, don't…" I whispered, glancing down to see the bathrobe had fallen open above her waist.

Her left breast had fallen free, pushing outward like a large, pale tear with her swollen nipple begging for someone to nurse on it. Ginny kissed my neck and her hands roamed up and down my back, much like mine were caressing hers. I felt the ache in my gut, the desire that I didn't want welling in my heart as it beat quickly. She smelled like sex, that sweaty musk odor that filled my mouth as much as my nose, and her body felt warm as a furnace next to mine.

"Make me feel better," she sighed, holding her mouth open and pulling her bottom lip across my chin. I felt her humid breath, tasted it on my tongue as I breathed the girl into my lungs.

"I can't," I begged her. "We have to stop."

"No," she decided, and that one word echoed through our kiss as I pushed my tongue inside Ginny's mouth and shoved her backwards to lie on the bed.

Something about her always made me want it rough for some reason and we kissed with reckless abandon while Ginny fumbled blindly with my trousers and I pushed my hand between her damp thighs. Her pussy felt hot and wet, her pubic hair matted against the unbelievably soft swell of her sex. I cupped her vulva and slipped my middle finger between Ginny's greasy labia, finding her loose and slippery with cum. I fingered her squishy cunt until she had my pants open and my erection free, and I took her immediately.

I pushed her legs open and upwards, spreading the girl for my cock while she held me in her hands, pulling me to her well-fucked hole. When I thrust inside her, Ginny felt much different than she had the last time we'd made love. Her pussy felt snug and comfortable, but not nearly as tight as I remembered her being. I had no idea how many times our dad had fucked her and I didn't bother to ask.

We didn't say anything at all, but only made love as if our lives depended upon it. Ginny wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled at my shoulders, urging me to fuck her as hard as I could. I suckled on her tongue and rammed my cock between her already cum soaked folds, churning our father's semen into a milky froth that spilled around the plunging shaft of my prick and down Ginny's upturned ass.

Her tits were flattened beneath me, her nipples burning through my shirt as they seemed to grow with her excitement. We couldn't kiss anymore, but only groaned and gasped for air, lapping at each other's skin like dogs while we rutted mercilessly. She'd had her father and now took her brother inside her incestuous womb and Ginny's hazel eyes gleamed with lusty adoration as they stared into mine. I felt lost inside her, or bound to her, I should say. She held me with her eyes and arms and legs, and especially with her cunt as she clasped herself around my throbbing prick.

Ginny came with a whimper, quietly cumming with her ass bouncing on the bed. She rocked her hips with the effort of meeting my thrusts and I licked and kissed her ear, biting her gently while the walls of her sex seemed to ripple with pleasure. I came a minute or two later, spurting violently into the depths of her pussy while we continued to move. I couldn't stop fucking her, not until my orgasm was completely finished and there was nothing left to give. Ginny had drained me physically and emotionally as I lay on top of her, breathing hard and smiling with the euphoria of our climax.

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"You're late," Wendy pouted, and she looked fantastic!

I just stood in the open doorway and stared at her.

"Stop it!" She giggled nervously. "Come on. Mom and Dad are waiting."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Sorry. I just…Wow!"

"Where have you been anyway?" she wondered, smiling happily at my reaction as she took my arm and started walking me towards the dining room.

"I was, um…having trouble with my tie," I said, looking down as if to make sure I was wearing one. I didn't want her to see my guilty face.

"It looks nice," Wendy assured me, and then lowered her voice. "I think they're gonna say yes, so don't blow it."

"Really?" I smiled at her, forgetting all about Ginny for a moment.

"Yeah!" Wendy giggled again and raised her eyebrows playfully. "I love you so much, Jimmy."

"I love you too," I whispered just as we entered the dining room and suddenly realized we were really doing this and I felt so nervous I wanted to puke.

Dinner was nice, but I didn't have much appetite and I spent most of it trying to be the man Jerry wanted for his daughter.

"Well, I know you're a good hockey player, Jimmy," he said towards the end of the meal. "But what are you going to do if you don't get drafted or you get hurt?"

"Heaven forbid," Wendy's mom said quickly, smiling pleasantly and pouring me another glass of iced tea.

"I think I'll get some scholarship offers and I know hockey won't last forever, so I'll get my degree first," I said slowly. "And Wendy's going to college, right? So we'll be together and, um…"

I wasn't very comfortable and I wished Wendy would say something, but I guessed this was between me and her dad.

"She was planning to go to college," he said. "A baby isn't going to make that easy though. How are you two going to manage a family and go to school…and play hockey, all at the same time?"

"Uh…" I cleared my throat. "I guess we'll go to college here and I know my parents can help us."

"And you guys too, right?" Wendy smiled at her parents. "We can go to the university and we have the apartment already. Jimmy's parents said we can stay there as long as we want."

"Of course, we'll help as much as we can," her mother replied. "But we're both working and your parents work, so…"

"Yeah, but my mom is having a baby, too, and I think she's talking about getting a nanny," I said. "You know, to watch the baby when she goes back to work and, um…"

"Karen wants to hire an au pair," Wendy explained, and I didn't even know what that meant, but I guess her parents did.

"Oh!" Her mom smiled. "That'll be nice then and she can watch your baby too. Is that it?"

"Yeah," Wendy agreed. "She'll be a grandma, so she's really excited about it."

My mom was gonna be a grandma? I almost choked on my tea. She'd be the most fuckable grandmother in the city, no doubt about that! Of course, most of this was just make believe really. Wendy and I had spent the day getting our story straight, in between all the sex, I mean. We'd be in trouble if our parents ever got together to compare notes, but after the last get together, that didn't seem too likely. They probably wouldn't see each other again until the wedding and by then it would be too late, except we'd still be in trouble.

"Don't remind me," Jill sighed with what must have been some mixed emotions; she was going to be a grandmother too…If Wendy got pregnant. 

"I still don't understand why you have to get married now," Wendy's dad said some twenty minutes later. "You're only sixteen. You don't have to rush into these things."

"I want a legitimate baby," Wendy said. "I want it to have Jimmy's name, Daddy."

"You can change its name after you get married," he countered.

"But what will people think?" she asked, biting her bottom lip and looked almost tragic. "You know what they'll say about me if I have a baby and I'm not even married."

"Wendy…" her mom said gently, patting the girl's hand.

"All the kids at school will think I'm a slut," Wendy said, and I glanced at her father with a nervous swallow. "The boys are going to think they can…Well, they'll think I'm easy or something."

"Easy?" Jerry frowned at that word, but probably slut was the one he really didn't like.

"Maybe they won't say it to my face, but that's what they'll think," Wendy continued. "And I'm not just worried about my reputation, Daddy. You're the one who says how important family is to your job, right?"

"Well..." He coughed lightly.

"Mom says you're going to be a vice-president someday."

"We're hopeful, dear," her mother said. "Your father's working hard."

"I know." Wendy nodded. "But if I have a baby and I'm not married, Daddy…What are they gonna say?"

I didn't really know much about insurance companies, but apparently Wendy had a good point. Probably that's why she'd been so worried about just that one video of her and Chris having sex…not to mention all the ones that came after that! Having a pregnant, unmarried slut for a daughter wasn't going to be good for her dad's career, judging by the look on his face.

"We're going to get married anyway," she insisted, smiling and looking at me as much as them. "You know that and we're not running away or trying to hide anything. We love each other and this way we don't have anything to be ashamed of."

Man! She really knew how to talk to her parents and I always knew my girlfriend was smart, but she even had me convinced we were doing the right thing. Except I'd fucked Ginny twenty minutes before ringing Wendy's doorbell and I hadn't figured out how I was supposed to marry anyone if I couldn't even be honest with her. Like some people imagine suicide, I sat there thinking I should just stand up and tell Wendy's parents that I wasn't worth their daughter's love.

I mean, I was feeling it, you know? Guilt. I hadn't even cared that I was getting sloppy seconds from my sister after she'd fucked our dad. And I had to sit there, dressed in my still damp suit after I'd washed the cum out of my trousers, and pretend as if I was the best boyfriend in the whole world.

My girlfriend is the biggest slut in school and I'm a cheating bastard who fucks his own sister. And his mother. And what the hell…I like fucking my faggot brother too. In fact, I like fucking him the most because he looks so darn cute in a dress! What do you think of that? I wanted to ask.

But I didn't. I just sipped my iced tea and smiled a lot.

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"Are you going to see Kylie?" Wendy asked me after we'd sorta snuck upstairs, but her parents knew we wanted to talk. They wanted to talk too, so it all worked out pretty good as long as they didn't hear the bed squeaking or anything.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Can I borrow these?"

"You wanna borrow my flowers?" She gave me a dubious smile.

"Please?"

"Yeah!" She laughed and kissed me on the mouth. "Kylie's right, you're so hopeless."

"I'm just broke, that's all." I shrugged. "What are they gonna say?"

"They'll say yes," Wendy said, and I liked the way she had her arms around my neck. "I already picked a day."

"Yeah?" I smiled back at her. "When?"

"A week from Saturday."

"That's pretty soon." I blinked at her. "I think I have a hockey game that day."

"What?"

"I'm kidding." I rolled my eyes. "Practice starts on Monday though, so…"

"So I'm gonna be a hockey widow?" she pouted. "That's a dumb sport anyway."

"Why?"

"You guys don't even have cheerleaders!" she said with a grin, and I laughed at her.

"That's why hockey is better than football," I replied. "Everybody knows that."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We had to kiss then, like it's a rule or something that when you say you love someone, you gotta kiss to prove it. I'd kissed Ginny and she was still in my head and I'd buried the guilt pretty deep, but I felt it wanting to get loose. I'd fucked her and I wasn't sure why, except I loved her, but I loved Wendy more than anyone. I had to tell her and I almost did, which would have been really insane! It would be better not to say anything, I thought, and hope it never happened again…Except I knew it would. 

"When you fuck Kylie, make sure she cums first, okay?"

"Huh?" I blinked at her.

"Just, you know…Make her feel good." Wendy shrugged. "Let her cum before you do. It's important."

"Uhhh…I don't even know if we're gonna…"

"Whatever!" She giggled. "And I want you to give her something for me…"

"Give her what?" I asked just before she gave me a seriously raunchy tongue fuck of a kiss. I almost dropped her flowers.

"That," Wendy breathed a minute later, licking her lips and smiling happily.

"Okay." I nodded, catching my breath. "I can give her one of those."

"And make sure Kylie knows it's from me!"

"I'll try to remember," I said as Wendy mocked a pout and like a drowning man, I was ready to grab any chance to save myself. "Hey, um…"

"What?" she asked. "You'd better get going."

"I know, but…" I swallowed hard. "Why do you like Kylie? I mean, why is it okay for me to like Kylie?"

"Heh!" Wendy grinned at me. "Maybe because she's my best friend and I love her?"

"I know. Yeah. Just…" I made a face as I tried to find the words, looking for the key that would fix the ache in my gut. "I love her too, so…How come you don't care?"

"You mean, how come I'm not jealous?" she asked, and I nodded. "How come you're not jealous?"

"Because she's a girl mostly," I said. "I mean, it's not like you're gonna dump me for Kylie. Right?"

"Probably not," Wendy teased me with a giggle. "She'd make a good lesbian though. She's got her own little dildo!"

"What?"

"Totally life-like too," she continued. "It even squirts!"

"Wendy!" I made a face.

"You're serious, huh?" she sighed, smiling and playing with my hair. "I guess, because she's a boy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She nodded and then broke into another happy grin. "You're not gonna dump me for Kylie, right?"

"So it's okay because she's a boy," I said slowly. "Alright."

"Why?" Wendy narrowed her eyes suspiciously and she knew me too well. "You're thinking about your mother? Jimmy…You can't change your mind now."

"I know." I nodded quickly.

"That's why were getting married, remember?" she said, watching my face carefully. "She thinks it's her plan, but it's our plan now. As soon as we're married, we're going to tell them. Right?"

"Right."

"They can't fuck us anymore, Jimmy." She stared at me. "You have to tell her."

"I already told her," I said. "Kinda."

"Oh…Well, good!" Wendy smiled at that. "How did she take it? I bet she was mad, huh?"

"I don't know yet." I shrugged. "It's complicated."

"I know," she sighed. "She isn't gonna make it easy, but you can do it. I love you, Jimmy."

"I love you too." And then we had to kiss again and all I could think about was Ginny. She was my sister too, just like Kylie, and I didn't really have anything to feel guilty about…Did I?

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"Pssst!"

I'd just parked my car on the street in front of Kylie's house and gotten out of it when I saw her kind of hiding behind a tree.

"Come on!" She giggled, running barefoot across the yard and that grass must have been cold.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, whispering the words because the neighborhood seemed so quiet.

She didn't answer and I had to hurry after the girl, slipping through the kitchen door and down the stairs to the basement as quietly as I could. 

"Wendy called me," Kylie explained with a little shiver, and she only wore a long, white nightgown. The sort you expect to see on little girls and grandmothers, not on teenage boys, but Kylie wasn't a boy at all.

"Oh." I nodded, smiling dumbly the way I do around her sometimes. She looked pretty adorable and Kylie must have gotten ready for me in a hurry, fixing her hair and face, and she smelled like lilacs again and…Yeah. I loved her.

"Are those my flowers?" she wondered with a smile.

"Uh-huh," I agreed. "It's, um…a Sweetheart Bouquet."

"They're nice," she said, taking them from my hands and giving me a tiny kiss almost, but not quite on the lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I smiled, praying that Wendy hadn't told the girl I was giving her used flowers. That would've been kind of bad.

"How's your hand?"

"It's feeling better." I shrugged, watching Kylie put her flowers on an old end table cluttered with magazines and junk. The finished basement was pretty well lived in and comfortable and all that.

"Let me see it," she insisted, and I kind of didn't want another massage; that had hurt! But my hand had felt better afterwards too. And besides, I just wanted to touch the girl, you know?

Mostly I watched Kylie's cute face as she concentrated on my fingers and still swollen knuckles. She looked a lot like our dad. A lot like me too. We had the same color hair, except Kylie wore hers around her shoulders and it had little curls and waves like her mom's. High cheeks and a small mouth, naturally swollen lips like most girls can only buy. Fuck!

She looked awesome and her nightgown had ridden up her smooth thighs, pale and creamy and soft as butter. I couldn't see her panties and I wished Kylie would move just to get the hem a little higher. I wanted to see if her dick was as hard as mine right then, and I know how faggy that sounds, but even Kylie's penis looked girlish and sexy now that I'd gotten used to the idea. I really hoped I wasn't turning gay even though I knew I wasn't.

"Is that better?" Kylie asked, looking up suddenly and catching me with my eyes fixed on the shadow between her thighs.

"Huh? Yeah." I flexed my hand slowly and it did feel pretty good. "It's great. Thanks. Um…Can I give you a massage?"

"You want to?" She giggled. "Do you know how?"

"Well, how hard can it be?" I grinned. "Not your hand though, I mean…Like a real massage."

"I don't know," she sighed, teasing me with her warm brown eyes. "My mom could come down here and…"

"Really?" I glanced over my shoulder just to make sure the woman wasn't sneaking up on us. I really didn't trust her anymore.

"No!" Kylie laughed again. "She's already asleep probably."

"Oh." I smiled. "So, um…Do you want to?"

"If I say no, are you gonna make me?"

"No way!" I blinked at her. "Kylie, I'll never make you do anything again. I swear."

"I don't know," she sighed.

I honestly couldn't tell if the girl was teasing me or not. Maybe she didn't even know, because I'd really abused her trust and it couldn't be easy to forgive a thing like that. I really hated myself sometimes.

"Wendy said you were supposed to give me something," Kylie said slowly, changing the subject while she tried to decide. "What is it?"

"Oh, um…" I licked my lips. "Maybe I shouldn't give it to you yet. She didn't tell you what it is?"

"Uh-uh." She shook her head. "What do you mean?"

"I just, uh…" I smiled nervously. "I don't want to make you mad."

"What?" Kylie looked confused. "Wendy gave you something to make me mad?"

"No, she won't make you mad, but if I give it to you, uh…" I shrugged. "You might get mad at me."

I frowned because that didn't make any sense at all, even to me and I thought I knew what I was talking about!

"Why?" she wondered, smiling nervously and I could see the curiosity growing in her eyes. "Just give it to me."

"No, I better not," I said in a teasing voice.

"Jimmy!"

"You'll just get mad and I'll have to by more flowers and…"

"I won't get mad!"

"Yes you will," I sighed with a sad, innocent smile.

"What is it?" Kylie finally demanded, crossing her arms over flat chest. "If you don't give it to me…"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Yeah! I promise."

"Cross your heart and hope to die?"

"Jimmy!"

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly. "But you have to close your eyes first."

"Why?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "That's what Wendy said. You have to close your eyes and then I can give it to you."

"God! It better be good!"

"Hey, it's from Wendy, so don't blame me if…"

"Hurry up!"

"Are your eyes closed?"

"Jimmy!"

"Alright, alright…Just, um…Don't move and let me, I gotta, um…Hold on…"

"What are you doing?"

"This…" I whispered, taking Kylie gently by the shoulders as my mouth found hers.

She jerked slightly and opened her eyes as my tongue slipped between her surprised lips, but she didn't try to stop me or anything. I tried to give her the same deep, passionate tongue fucking French kiss Wendy had given me and after a few seconds, Kylie seemed to melt against my chest, putting her arms around me and pulling me against her slender body while we made out.

Kylie's tongue played with mine, licking and teasing me while I moved my hands down her shoulders, along her sides to the girl's tiny waist. I wanted to touch her all over and feel her bare skin. I tugged at her nightgown, pulling it upward to expose her thin panties. When my hand cupped her sex, Kylie gasped into my mouth and offered me a push of her hips, thrusting her hard little cock against my hand.

I played with her as if Kylie had a real pussy, rubbing her crotch through the cotton and feeling her panties growing damp with excitement. We didn't stop kissing and I wondered how I ever could have hurt her the way I had. I loved Kylie so much and I wanted to prove it to her somehow. I nibbled her lips and suckled the girl's small tongue while I slipped my hand inside her panties. She moaned, shivering and clutching my shoulders as I wrapped my gentle fist around her girlish erection and began stroking her up and down.

We finally did have to break our kiss, but only because Kylie wanted to pull her nightgown over her head. I kissed her nipples as they appeared, small and dark and pointing outward eagerly. They were amazingly hard and I kissed one and then the other while I massaged her cock and played my thumb around the exposed glans. Kylie cradled me to her chest, so smooth and soft and looking like a pre-teen girl's more than a boy's. I took one of her nipples between my lips, pinching it that way and washing the smallish nub with the tip of my tongue.

Kylie writhed with her approaching orgasm and I really didn't expect it when I felt her small pink cock pulsing beneath my fingers. She pulled me to her mouth, kissing me almost frantically as I kept stroking her spurting sex. The girl's hot cum had erupted across her quivering tummy and spattered on her tits at first, but then slowed so that most of it covered my hand. I didn't care at all. We were too busy making love with our mouths and eyes, watching each other as we kissed almost lazily after our torrid start. I caressed Kylie's wet cock, massaging semen onto her satin soft skin and even lower as I fondled her sexy balls.

"Take off your clothes," she whispered with a breathless giggle, and her fingers were already working to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt.

"You're not mad?" I asked, knowing she wasn't, but wanting to enjoy the moment.

"I promised, remember?" Kylie smiled at me. "Hurry up…I want you to give something to Wendy for me…"

"I can do that," I breathed, bending my mouth to her left nipple where a small puddle of Kylie's semen had landed. I kissed her skin and tasted her cum warm and salty and I didn't really care if it made me a fag or not. I loved her.

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"Jimmy?" Mom stretched and blinked at me in the soft light of my bedside lamp. She'd fallen asleep naked and alone in my bed…our bed…and it was almost exactly midnight. The perfect time to have a mother and son heart-to-heart.

"Where's the videos," I asked her gently, sitting beside her and brushing golden hair from her spectacular blue eyes.

"What? Where were you?" she pouted. "I was waiting."

"Wendy's movies, Mom…Where are they?"

"Do you want to watch them?" She smiled sleepily. "Have you been thinking about her?"

"Yeah," I said and that was the truth, but probably not as my mom imagined. "I want to see one."

"Are you going to ask me nicely?" she teased, and I wasn't really in the mood for it, but...

"Can we watch Wendy's video, Karen? Please?"

"Alright," she sighed, stretching again and this time pulling the bed sheet down far enough to expose her perfect tits. Jesus! She looked so beautiful on the outside, but on the inside…I really didn't know what she was. But she made me feel hungry and not just for her body. I had a hole in my heart only she could fill and I somehow had to ignore it.

"Where are they?" I wondered as she sat up, looking around for her bathrobe and I found it for her.

"The videos? In the apartment," she told me. "I knew you'd be curious."

"Yeah." I smiled back at her.

"We can watch my favorite one," Mom said with a happy giggle. She'd woken up quickly and I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Which one's that?" I asked, but she shushed me.

"Come here…"

She led me by the hand towards the master bedroom, but I'd already taken a look in there so I wasn't surprised.

"Your sister is making herself right at home, isn't she?" Mom teased me, and I couldn't tell if seeing Ginny naked and curled up in Dad's arms made her happy or angry.

"I guess so," I sighed, and my own feelings were very mixed.

Part of me wanted Ginny for myself, even though that had to be as crazy as my idea that Wendy would somehow forgive me for loving the girl. Another part of me thought maybe this would turn out to be a good thing. If Dad liked fucking his daughter so much, maybe he'd forget about fucking his daughter-in-law. Ginny, I thought, might actually be a genuine stroke of luck for all of us. Or fate maybe? I was becoming a big believer in that idea.

The apartment had been built above our three car garage and it wasn't very large, but hardly tiny. My parents always talked about renting it out to some college kid or something, but they'd never gotten around to it and now I understood why. They'd been using it for the last nine months or so to film my girlfriend while she fucked my friends and there I was, visiting the scene of the crime.

"There's still a lot of junk in the bedroom," Mom told me, explaining why the small living room had a bed in it. "We'll have to get it ready for you and Wendy, won't we?"

"Yeah." I nodded, hearing the irony clear as day. "Pretty soon."

"Did her parents say yes?" Mom wondered, turning on the television and the DVD player beneath it. It sat on a metal stand positioned opposite the bed so someone could watch it while lying down.

"They will," I told her, not sitting or anything, but standing there and watching as Mom unzipped a CD album and it looked to be full of DVD-R discs with hand printed labels stuck to them.

"Let's see…Brian, where are you…" Mom sighed, flipping through the pockets quickly.

"Brian?" I blinked at her. "Brian Gilcrest?"

"Yeah." Mom smiled at me over her shoulder. "He's so handsome…Oh! Here you are!"

Brian was a senior and the quarterback of the football team and I knew he had a thing for Wendy. He'd asked her out more than a few times and it always burned me, even though Wendy totally blew him off. I just didn't like the guy at all and now I had to watch him fuck my girlfriend?

"Are those all the movies?" I asked as Mom put the DVD into the machine.

"A lot of them, huh?" She laughed lightly and grabbed the remote off the top of the television. "Sit down, Jimmy…Get comfortable. This is going to be fun."

"No, I mean…Are those the only ones? You didn't make copies or anything?"

"Copies?" Mom looked suspicious for a second. "Why?"

"Uh, I don't know." I shrugged. "I just…You know, maybe I might want some for myself."

That sounded weak, but maybe only because I knew I'd never want to have anything to do with those stupid things.

"Oh!" Mom grinned at me. "No, we didn't make any copies."

"Okay."

"It's not the kind of thing we'd want to lose track of, you know?" She scrunched up her nose and I nodded. "But we can watch these anytime you want, Jimmy. I won't mind at all."

"Great," I said with a forced smile, and by that time Mom had decided to help me get comfortable.

"Mmmm…" she sighed a minute or two later, pressing her body against mine. "These past few days have been so crazy, I know."

"Yeah." I nodded, sliding my hand over Mom's naked skin, over her deftly rounded hip and along her thigh.

I'd promised myself I wouldn't do this anymore and my heart really wasn't in it, but I'd needed to find out about those videos. They were all there in that one CD album, eighteen DVDs full of Wendy, each of them containing two or three different scenes. Like the one playing in front of us right then.

Brian Gilcrest, a big, blonde, good looking guy I'd known for years and never liked, opening the door to the apartment carrying a large cardboard carton full of…I didn't know what. It didn't matter. A big excuse that my mother had given him apparently as he stopped halfway through the door and smiled at Wendy.

"Uh…Hi," he said, shifting the box and looking around as if someone might be playing a joke on him. "Jimmy's mom asked me to bring this up here."

"Oh yeah?" Wendy said, but I couldn't really see her face. She was laying on the bed, on her side propped up on her elbow and wearing her cheerleader outfit.

"Yeah." Brian nodded. "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for Jimmy," my girlfriend sighed. "But he had to go to work, so…I'm just bored."

"That sucks," the guy said with fake sympathy. I frowned at the television as Brian finally decided to put the box down and close the door.

"What are you doing?" Wendy wondered, playing with her hair the way she does when she flirts with me.

"I don't know." He chuckled. "I thought it was kinda weird Jimmy's mom calling me, but…"

"But what?"

"I'm glad she did," Brian said, walking towards the bed. "Man, if you were my girlfriend…"

"Hmmm?" Wendy teased him. "What if I was?"

"You wouldn't ever be bored," he told her, sitting down on the mattress, close to my girlfriend's tummy and she didn't move an inch.

"I don't believe that!" She giggled.

"No?" Brian turned slightly, looking like he wanted to touch, but not really sure if he should or not. "You don't believe me?"

"Uh-uh," Wendy shook her head. "You gotta prove it."

"Prove it, huh?" He nodded. "What about, uh…Jimmy?"

"What about him?" My girlfriend shrugged and I felt an ice pick slipping into my heart. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?"

"I guess not," the boy agreed, touching Wendy's bare thigh and stroking her slowly.

"But you gotta promise," Wendy told him. "You can't tell anyone, okay?"

"Tell them that we…Kissed?"

"Maybe," Wendy sighed. "Maybe that we…fucked?"

"Uhhh…" Brian nodded at that and I wanted to punch the grin off his face.

"Do you wanna fuck me?" Wendy asked in her teasing little girl voice.

"Oh yeah!"

"Then you gotta promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise," Brian agreed. "I won't say a word, Wendy."

Mom giggled in my ear, making me jerk as I felt her hand squeezing my cock and I couldn't believe I had an erection, but I did. After all the sex I'd had that day, I wouldn't have bet a nickel my dick would get hard again, but I shouldn't have underestimated my mom either. She'd been kissing my neck and chest, rubbing her tits against me while I'd been watching Wendy's little seduction scene play on the television.

I looked around the room, trying to figure out where the camera had been, but then the angle changed suddenly as Brian started undressing my girlfriend. There were two cameras, maybe even more than that, but now I could see Wendy smiling and looking beautiful as the boy pulled her skirt down her long legs. She lifted her butt with a giggle, helping Brian pull her cheer shorts and thong panty down as well.

"She's good, isn't she?" Mom whispered, jerking me off slowly while she dragged her tongue across my chest. "A natural born slut."

"Yeah," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes from the screen while Wendy undressed Brian.

She pulled his t-shirt over his head, kissing his stomach and playing her tongue around his belly button. He had more hair than I did, but Wendy didn't seem to mind. She kissed his muscular body as she unbuckled the boy's belt and unsnapped his jeans. I watched her kiss Brian lower and lower as she worked his pants and underwear down until his cock sprang free and slapped Wendy on the chin.

My girlfriend giggled and caught his prick quickly with her mouth, not even holding him with her hands, but only sucking the head of Brian's cock while he kicked his knees to pull his feet free. The video quality, I have to admit, was excellent and even the sound was better than I would have expected. I could hear Wendy sucking wetly on the boy's cock, swallowing and making all the sloppy wet noises a girl does when she's really into it. Brian held her head, pushing with his hips as he fucked my girlfriend's face and I could feel the bile rising in the back of my throat.

"Ummm…" I groaned softly and glanced down to see my mom's lips stretched around my cock and she'd started making a little noise as well. But then she pulled off it with a small frown.

"Jimmy…" Mom looked at me and licked her lips, squeezing my cock as she held it to her nose and kinda sniffed at it. "What have you been doing tonight?"

"Shhh…" I smiled and pushed her mouth down once more, holding her head with both hands just like Brian was doing with Wendy on the television.

"Mmph!" Mom narrowed her eyes, but she started washing me with her tongue and that felt pretty incredible.

"Just keep sucking, Mom," I told her gently. "I want to watch the video."

I figured I'd tell her later that she was cleaning Kylie's asshole off my cock. My sexy half-brother had given me a real great fuck too. I'd ridden her ass long and hard and that make-up sex stuff was awesome! I'd gone balls deep for fifteen minutes probably before pumping the girly boy's horny rectum full of spunk. Mom could taste it too and knowing that made me feel sorta sick maybe, in the perverted way, but I liked it as well. She'd made Wendy eat her ass; now Mom could eat Kylie's. It seemed pretty fair to me.

As much as I enjoyed watching my gorgeous mother deep throat my fat dick, I had to watch Wendy fuck Brian. It felt like punishment and I didn't really enjoy it very much. I watched my girlfriend mouthfuck the boy for a long while. Christ! Ten minutes maybe? Fifteen? I was almost ready to cum myself by the time Wendy finally got her just desserts.

She'd gotten onto her back and Brian had sort of lain above her on his hands and knees, sliding his cock between Wendy's taut lips like he was doing push-ups. The girl kind, you know? And I wanted to clock that bastard so bad I could taste it! Wendy could taste something too, I was sure, and I stared at the television as the most beautiful girl in school pulled the quarterback's spurting prick out of her mouth and jerked him off all over her face. I mean, she just lay there smiling, stroking his prick an inch from her nose as Brian's ball juice painted Wendy's face white. 

The camera, a third one I should add, even zoomed in to get a close-up of Wendy's cum covered cheeks and nose. The stuff was even in her hair and a large puddle formed in her left eye. That must have been annoying, because she blinked and wiped it away quickly with her finger. So somebody must have been watching, controlling the cameras from somewhere else. It wasn't much of a trick, after all, I just hadn't realized the trouble my parents had gone through to turn my girlfriend into a pornstar.

"I wanna fuck you," I breathed, feeling myself on the edge of cumming. I think Mom had just been playing with me for a while. She could've made me cum anytime she wanted.

"Mmmph!" Mom agreed, giving my cock one last suck before pulling the smooth head from her lips with a wet popping sown. "Yeah. Fuck me good, Jimmy…I've missed you so much, baby."

"I wanna do it like them," I said, looking at the television and Wendy was getting on her hands and knees for the boy.

"Doggy style?" Mom giggled. "Woof!"

That made me smile, but I had a different idea as Mom rolled over on the bed and took a position much like Wendy's. She got on her elbows and knees with her head down, facing the foot of the bed and the television beyond so we could watch my girlfriend get fucked. And like Wendy, my mother had a perfect ass! Like she should have been bent over in a museum for all the little school kids to admire on a field trip, you know?

I held my wet cock in my fist and rubbed the head up and down Mom's dripping slit while she wiggled her butt with anticipation. Fuck! She was wet as hell and when I split her puffy labia the juices spilled over my cockhead like water. I almost thought she was pissing on me, but she wasn't. Mom was going to cum any second. She'd pushed herself to the edge as much as she had me and this was gonna be a short, fantastic fuck!

"Ow! Fuck! No!" Mom yelled as I adjusted my aim quickly and pushed hard!

"Ohhh Yesss…" I hissed between my teeth as I felt her unprepared anus stretching around my cock and she couldn't keep me out. It was like Pearl fucking Harbor except better because nobody got hurt...except Mom.

"Jimmy! Ow!" She tried to clench her asshole tight, but that only made it better as I felt the unbelievably warm flesh of her rectum grabbing my dick and sucking on it like a baby.

I pushed so hard that my mom collapsed, lunging forward as her legs straightened so that her chin fell off the edge of the bed and she stared at the floor while I threw my cock at her bowels. I wasn't going to stop until I had every inch of her asshole wrapped lovingly around my prick. I held her shoulders, pushing her into the mattress to make sure Mom didn't try to do anything silly, like get away from the sensation of having a huge, hard cock rammed balls deep inside her butt! She seemed so small, so perfectly proportioned and utterly beautiful, and I seriously doubted anyone had ever dared fuck my mother's ass before. That should've been a sin.

"You like that, Mom?" I asked, grunting the words and punctuating them with a sharp slap on her ass.

SLAP!

"No! Ow! Jimmy!"

"You like getting ass fucked?"

SLAP!

"Stop! It hurts! Ugh! N-Nugh!"

"I fucked Kylie's," I told her, pulling back for a brief second and then driving into her even deeper than I'd been. "She loved it!"

"Oh! God! I never…Ugh!…did this…Ah!"

"I know," I groaned. "Fuck! You're tight, Mom! I…love…fucking…your…ass! Ohhh!"

I started cumming then. I couldn't help it. My mother's virgin ass gripped me so tightly it almost hurt. She'd been pretty dry, even with all the precum leaking from my dick and the juices from her cunt that I'd tried to lubricate myself with. That hadn't helped very much at all, but now that I was dumping a hot load of boy cum in her rectum, it actually felt a lot like a nice, tight virgin pussy. I knew I'd never get tired of fucking her that way and I laughed crazily as I started moving slowly, fucking my mother's sweet asshole with long, delicious strokes that made my mouth water with lust. I only hoped that my dick would stay hard long enough to finish the movie.

I wanted to share the big climax with my bride-to be.

 

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