Zodiac’s End

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Zodiac’s End

Cousins cumming over for a long weekend

Copyright 2021

The Erotic Print Society

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— Recap —

For those of you just joining us, Rose is my father’s second wife (my stepmother) and my halfsister’s mother (Laila) with my father. Rose and I shared the same mother, and she died from cancer when I was young. After Laila tricked me into having sex with her, she and I were secret incestuous lovers for a few weeks until dad told me about our family legacy. Not long after he told me, Rose told Laila, and we have been a loving family ever since.

For months after Laila and I found out about our legacy, we had family foursomes at least once a day (more often on the weekends) until Laila and I finished our first year of college. After that, it was a free-use free-for-all every day (and all night most of the time).

Laila and Rose allowed dad and me to fuck them whenever we wanted or finger their pussies without warning that summer between our first and second college years. Even before that summer started, I have wonderful memories of me fucking Laila the moment I walked in the door from class or her standing before me as she stripped out of her clothes before dropping to her knees to suck on me as I sniffed her panties.

After finals, it was the same with Rose, fucking her whenever I wanted while Laila was interning for dad, sometimes double-teaming Rose when dad came home early, then doing the same to Laila when she got home. Rose never stopped me when I took advantage of her as she sunbathed by the pool or when she was making dinner or doing laundry. I’d have Rose wet and ready when dad got home from work, and we’d share Rose, DPing, or spit-roasting her until Laila got home from work. On the rare occasion when Rose was out of the house, Laila became the sole sex-pet dad and I used, sharing her sex until she was too exhausted to stop us if she wanted to. We all adjusted, adapted, and adopted a wonderful lifestyle of casual sex anytime, anywhere.

We shared our love as a family at least one full day every weekend, and whenever our overlapping schedules allowed, we’d also fuck as a family during the week. Most days, dad and Laila carpooled and would come home from the office to find Rose and me naked, ready and waiting for them, unless they were late and Rose and I started (or continued) without them.

All that family time was separate and independent of our time as couples, making our love for each other stronger through intimacy, animalistic sex, and alone time.

Previously I told you about Laila’s best friend walking into the backyard to find us sharing our love for each other family style. Laila had confided in Joann about our lifestyle long before Joann saw us in the backyard. But, seeing is believing, and she believed after finding Rose and Laila bound to the outdoor bed with dad and me making them endure orgasm after orgasm until they passed out, then fucking their limp bodies.

I still remember the look on Joann’s face and staring at her beautiful breasts as I masturbated for her and Laila that summer afternoon. That afternoon was also when I learned Laila had a secret abortion, which left her unable to have children. If I remember correctly, that was also when my loving sister became even more obsessed with demonstrating her love for me as my domesticated slut, amazingly more often than she already was… if that’s possible.

Until that weekend, Rose was a very passive partner, but, looking back now, it seems to me Rose became more sexually assertive. It might have been after that weekend Rose stopped nagging Laila and me to give her a grandbaby as soon as possible, which stressed Laila to no end since she can’t get pregnant and had not told Rose… at that time. Or, maybe it was because dad finally agreed to expand our family time to include nearby relatives, relatives which Laila I never knew existed.

Our family lifestyle and legacy lean toward secrecy, so, to me, don’t ask, don’t tell has a certain practical application in this context. Still, Laila and I were surprised to find out Joann and her brother James were our cousins.

Their parents, John and Jane, were my father’s half-brother and Rose’s halfsister, both women sharing the same father, our grandfather, and were just two of his many children with his daughters. John and dad had the same father, but not the same mother, and they were raised separately by their mothers, only meeting their father a few times, mostly at family reunions, one such event being where they met each other for the first time.

I’ll just confuse things if I try and detail how Joann and James are related to Laila and me; I’ll let you figure that out if you want. All I know, John, Jane, Joann, and James gave all of us a new and larger family to love.

But I’m getting ahead of myself again. Please, allow me a moment to back up to where I left off. As you know, Laila and I usually share a bed at night, most of the time. However, dad and I agreed that he gets to spend the night with his daughter at least once per week, and those nights are when I sleep with his wife, Laila’s mother, and my other halfsister, Rose.

The day Joann had seen us loving each other in our backyard, dad agreed to Rose’s demand to expand our family experiences. The family reunion was more than a few months away at that time, and dad wanted to ease Laila into the experience of sharing ourselves with more than our parents. So, he called one of his half brothers, John, who happened to be the one who lived closest to us.

It’s another long story and probably not mine to tell, but it turns out dad’s call occurred the day after Joann had announced to her family at dinner that she wanted to make love to all of them like she saw us doing. John, and Jane, later told us they had been waiting until Joann and James were ready to tell them of our family legacy. It seems they never felt the moment was right, not until Joann announced her desires at dinner and detailed what she had seen us doing in our backyard and what she wanted to share with her family.

Unlike my experience, there were no games or family secrets; John and Jane explained everything to their children and gave them the option to participate or not. Well, as I’m sure you can imagine, our family’s genetics kicked in, and from what James told me, that weekend was the best experience he had ever had. And, as I said, that is more their story to tell than mine, but what I can share is my perspective of the first weekend we shared with the J’s.

— The Night Before —

As usual, Laila shared my bed the night before the J’s came over to our house for the first time. It was all I could do to keep Laila from jumping out of her skin with excitement after dad and Rose told us what they had planned for us over the weekend; and, more importantly, who would be the guests of honor.

I had just released Laila from the bindings that held her legs back and apart, granting me full and unrestricted access to her pussy and ass. I had DP’d my sister-lover with her favorite vibrating dildo in her cunt and her electric massager strapped to her thigh, buzzing her clit while I fucked her ass. But it wasn’t enough to help her relax and go to sleep. Snuggled next to her as the big spoon, I felt my cock shrinking between her butt cheeks as I caressed Laila’s skin with one finger, making her body twitch when I found a tickle spot.

Laila had continued to work the dildo in and out of herself or rubbed it against her clit after I untangled her contorted body. The purple monster cock popped out of her pussy when I repositioned myself on the bed. Slipping between her thighs as I rolled over on top of her. Wanting to cocoon her, hoping to help her relax, I pressed my full weight down on my lover, our perspiration fusing my chest to her naked back as I kissed her sweaty neck and my cock separated her butt cheeks.

I could feel the pent-up excitement under her skin, like a child on Christmas Eve, impatient for the next day to arrive. Having tried just about everything I knew to calm her excitement, I whispered, “Capricorn,” behind her ear.

I heard and felt her inhale deeply under me before cooing, “Yes, please… make me cum until I pass out… then you can fuck me until you can’t stay awake.”

“I want to clean up first,” I said as I rolled off her, “I want to feel Capricon singing inside you too… especially when I’ve got you talking in tounges.”

“I’ll get Capricon,” Laila replied, then reminded me what I already knew, “God, I love you so fucking much. Sometimes I wish I knew what to give you besides my sex.”

“You already have,” I replied, stepping into the Jack and Jill bathroom between our two bedrooms.

Laila caressed my ass on her way to her bedroom to retrieve the harmonically magical glass butt plug I could play into her ass and give her the most intense orgasms she had ever experience. She joined me in the shower when she returned after seeing her pass by on her way to my room with Capricon’s box. The same box she had used to trick me into using her sex with a fake aphrodisiac had become Capricon’s bed when we were not using it to make ourselves climax over and over again.

Laila entered my shower just as I was rinsing off. She embraced me and forced me to slow dance with her after turning off the shower.

“I’m trying to get better at loving you the way you want me to,” she purred, “Would you like to dance for a little while before I let you make me cum until I pass out?”

“Yes, Please,” I responded, pulling her tighter to me.

Laila knew I enjoyed dancing naked with her. It was something we shared during our alone time, and I appreciated that she was willing to share herself with me this way when I knew she would have preferred to drop to her knees and suck on me or bend over so I could fuck her.

I remember one special night when I made her dance with me in her bedroom after doing what we always do to and for each other. Our naked and sex-coated bodies pressed tightly to one another, sliding and swaying with each other as music played from her computer. Like then, in the confines of the tiled shower, she and I currently shared, The Turtles,Happy Together, played in my head as we embraced and rocked each other. It was another one of those times when we made love without me being inside her.

“What do you think it will be like tomorrow,” she asked, after allowing me a few moments to simply feel her close as we danced chest to chest.

“Well,” I commented, “I don’t know about James, but I want to do to Joann what I did to you when we first became lovers. I want to hold her, caress her, and explore her body with my hands, face, and penis. I want to watch her suck me off and swallow my cum. I want to see, touch, taste, and smell her pussy. I want to see my cum leaking out of her cunt, and I want to fuck her ass while you lick her pussy and make her climax over and over, or while James fucks her… and I’m sure James wants to do the same to you.”

“You think so?” Laila questioned, “Do you really think he wants to do to me what you want to do to Joann?”

“Unless he’s gay or has an issue with gorgeous naked women,” I commented, then added, “I haven’t met her yet, but if Joann’s mom looks like Joann, I want to do the same things to her that I do to you and your mother.”

“I’m hoping all four of you will fuck all of my holes, at the same time,” Laila quietly confessed, “I want to feel all of you inside me, and I want to suck a cock or lick a pussy while you all make me feel loved.”

“Don’t get too greedy,” I suggested, “I’m sure Rose and aunt Jane and cousin Joann want the same things you do.”

“Cousin Joann,” Laila muttered, “Aunt Jane,” she added after a moment, “I never thought we could be related… and now… tomorrow, we’re going to be lovers.”

“It’s a wonderful lifestyle we’ve become a part of,” I offered.

“A wonderful family legacy,” my loving sister nodding her agreement, “Thinking about all the fun we’re going to have this weekend, I’ve been wondering if it’s going to be like the family orgy where mom and dad met… I mean where our parents met. You know what I mean, where they all met and made us. I can’t wait to go to something like that.”

“I can,” I replied, “I don’t mind sharing you with Joann and her family, but I’m not sure I’m ready to share you with strangers… at least not that many.”

“I am,” Laila replied.

She stopped swaying, looking me in the eyes as she said, “I love you, Ray, and I will always be yours… your slut. But I want to get fucked… by several men. At the same time. And, I want you to join us or watch, and I want to be with you or watch you fuck as many women as you want. Then… then I want to be the one you wake up next to every morning to suck or fuck you to remind you I’m yours, and your mine.”

“My slut or dad’s?” I countered, not consciously intending to sound so jealous.

“Yours, Ray,” she said without hesitation, pushing me away, “You know what I mean.”

I pulled her back, re-embraced her, as I said, “I do… even before Aries Horn, I wanted to be your lover… your husband, and I would marry you if I could. I know you need more sex than I can give you, and the best I can do is promise to let you fuck as many men as you want, as long as you promise I will be the man you wake next to every morning… as my sister and my wife.”

“Oh!” Laila whimpered. Tears forming in her eyes as she complained, “Your sister-wife… why did you have to go and say something like that? God, you make me hurt inside so much sometimes I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“I do it because I love you,” I responded, “And… well… since I can’t legally marry you, not in this state, if you’re ok with it, from this moment on, I will consider you my domestic slut, my lover, my sister, and… my wife.”

“No,” Laila insisted, pulling my arm and me out of the shower, countering my suggestion, “The day you fucked me for the first time… day you were willing to use Aries’ Horn on me… that’s the day I became your domestic slut… your sister-wife.”

Walking backward, pulling me toward my bed, she demanded, “Husband, you better make your wife pass out soon, or she’s going to be up all night fucking her husband until he’s unconscious or has a heart attack or something.”

— Family Reunion —

Despite my best efforts to repeatedly satisfy my lover, Laila and I didn’t sleep much that night. Capricorn did work its magic on her (both of us). And, together, her crystal butt plug and I rendered Laila unconscious, but not for more than a couple of hours.

My bride woke me with a blowjob early the next morning before the sun peeked in through my window. She was too focused and determined to extract that first load from my eager penis to notice when my alarm sounded. Then she fed me her pussy after my first ejaculation and continued to suck on me, wanting to get more out of me.

With my pre-cum still coating her tongue, my sister-wife twisted around, mounting me as she pressed her mouth to mine. I stopped counting her climaxes after Laila moaned her fifth or sixth orgasms into my mouth as her pussy swallowed my cock, and she massaged her clit with the vibrating dildo that had shared our bed overnight.

I don’t think I had ever felt her climax that many times while holding her so close. My arms around my lover squeezed the air from her lungs as one of her climaxes made me cum. The dildo vibing her clit and my cock helped too. Struggling to inhale as I held her, Laila’s hips danced on my cock as I huffed my climax past her ear and into her cunt.

When my embrace relaxed, she inhaled deeply and kept riding my cock. I’m not sure if she wanted to cum again or make me cum again. In either case, her next orgasm started as several smaller spasms, each one getting longer and more intense until she came so hard, she squirted all over her hand, the dildo, and soaked my groin with her feminine ejaculate.

Laila tossed the dildo aside, then with her juices allowing her to slide around on top of me, and with her breathing not yet stable, my sister-wife told me she wanted to make her husband cum as many times as possible as, “Like a domestic slut should.”

“Domestic slut?” I remember asking.

“Yes,” she cooed, her Kegel exercises paying off as her cunt squeezed my cock a little tighter. With her slippery and silky pussy clamped around my cock, she pushed herself up to look down at me, asking, “Isn’t that what a man wants? A domesticated slut? That’s what I want to be for you… your friend, your lover, your sex-toy, and your wife… your domesticated slut. Someone is always ready and willing to let you fuck me whenever I’m not doing everything I can to make you the happiest, most sexually satisfied man in the world.”

Laila slid more than rolled off me as she said, “You’ve made me happier and more… full of joy than I thought possible.”

Grabbing my cunt greased cock, stroking me hard and fast as Laila said, “I can’t wait to tell Joann what you said to me in the shower last night.”

Her face changed in an instant, and her stroking of my cock stopped as her intense and confused eyes locked on mine, questioning her sanity as she squeezed my cock tightly, asking, “You did say it… I didn’t dream it… right?”

“Say what?” I teased cruelly.

“You said I was your wife,” she pleaded, her hand tightening around my cock so forcefully I thought it might pop like a balloon.

“Oh that,” I replied as casually as I could, “Yeah, sure, wife.”

Laila slapped my penis when she saw the smirk I couldn’t hold back growing on my face.

I pulled her pouting face to mine, kissing her, then pushed her back just far enough we could make eye contact, telling her, “I want to taste my domestic slut’s pussy again. I want my domesticated slut to get me hard so I can fuck her and fill her with my love, again and again. Sixty-Nine?” I asked.

“Devine,” Laila purred, twisting around feeding me her musky and creamy mound of feminine flesh as she began to swallow my sore but eager for more penis.

As I made a morning meal of Laila’s pussy, and after she resumed her efforts to vacuum number three from my hard but stubborn penis, dad and Rose joined us. I heard their muffled voices when they entered my room, and I could feel the bed dip a little near my feet, imagining Rose bend over the edge of my bed watching Laila suck my cock up close as dad fucked his wife from behind while I continued to enjoy savoring their daughter’s pussy.

Paraphrasing a famous movie quote, “I love the smell of sex in the morning.” And, having my nose deep in Laila’s cunt, her musk mixing with my cum dribbling out of her, both aromas filling my sinuses while I sucked on her clit was the best kind of sex to smell… at that moment.

Laila must have been able to see dad and Rose from her vantage point on top of me, and my assumption was confirmed when Laila’s pussy squirted for the second time that morning. Laila’s pussy injecting her love for me directly into my nose and mouth right after Rose’s muffed climax filtered through Laila’s thighs.

My sister’s vaginal discharge always had the same effect on me; it made me even hornier or aroused than I already was. With her stuff burning my sinuses and my throat, my cock instantly felt like it doubled in size, even though I knew that was not possible. My hips began to franticly fuck Laila’s throat before her climax ended. I felt her gag around my cock twice as my super-excited tongue sponged up her liquid love, at least what didn’t fill my nose or tickled my throat.

Breathing became an unnecessary inconvenience for a moment as my re-energized cock shifted from a casual and comfortable blowjob to a desperate need to cum as deep in Laila’s throat as possible.

A sudden temperature shift made my cock pulsate when Laila dislodged my penis from her neck and mouth. I felt her body shifting upward, granting me a moment to exhale and inhale before her pussy pressed tighter to my mouth, shifting my nose from her cunt to her ass. Then I felt Rose mounting me. Rose’s hot, silky, and wonderfully tight pussy swallowing my pussy juice enraged cock, giving my overstimulated penis exactly what it needed… something tight and slimy to fuck.

My hands spread open Laila’s ass so I could access air to feed my angry lungs. At the same time, my hips bucked upward, thrusting my cock into Rose as my mouth ravaged Laila’s cunt. My tongue was doing double duty, flicking Laila’s clit, and penetrating my lover’s pussy while my nose, pressing Laila’s anal knot inward, sampled the aroma of her ass and cunt as it puffed in and out what air it could around my face.

Laila’s thighs separated a little when I made her climax again, improving the flow of air to and from my nose. After that, I could hear better too. Like the sound of Laila and Rose climaxing into each other’s mouths, a sonata I knew well enough to know that’s what was happening beyond the view of Laila’s spread apart butt cheeks.

Then I felt more weight on the bed around my legs, recognizing the feel of dad’s knees outside of mine. My hips didn’t stop thrusting my cock into Rose; they even sped up a little when I felt dad’s cock rubbing against mine as he inserted himself into Rose’s ass.

It was a position we had not tried before; Rose DP’d by dad and me as I ate Laila’s pussy, while our domesticated sluts moaned into each other’s mouths when they weren’t kissing each other. It was, however, something I wanted to do again and again.

I lost count of how many orgasms I gave Laila, and I couldn’t tell how many times Rose peaked as her climaxes intermixed with Laila’s. But I knew when dad was squirting into Rose’s ass. His thrust, hold, spasm, and thrust again pattern encouraged me to do the same. I growled into Laila’s cunt, and my nose puffed into her ass as my hips rocketed my cock into Rose, ejecting my spermnauts into the depths of my father’s wife’s womb.

My hips settled down into the mattress after my cock finished erupting into Rose. I felt dad’s legs sink a little next to my knees as he relaxed, still holding himself inside Rose. Laila’s body relaxed too, and if my arms weren’t tired from spreading her ass open so I could breathe, I would have happily let my sister-wife sit on my face for as long as she wanted.

But, I did need air, at least more than what I was getting. Laila’s pussy lips had bonded themselves to my lips, and her butt-button almost swallowed my nose as her body relaxed, the sweat on my fingers and her cheeks unable to stop her perfect ass from smothering me.

My fingers tapped Laila’s ass several times quickly, and we’d been lovers long enough she knew that was me signaling her to move, not because I wanted her to, but because I needed her too.

Laila dismounted my face, and I looked up to see Rose glowing above me, impaled on my still mostly hard penis inside her. Dad withdrew from his wife’s ass and the bed, but Rose stayed where she was, sitting on me, wiggling her hips on top of mine as she quietly stared at me under her.

After a moment of me trying to understand the unfamiliar expression on her face, Rose asked, “Are you up for some more,” grinding her hips tighter to mine, making my harder-than-soft penis push a little deeper into her vagina.

“No,” I replied, unsure if I was lying as my cock felt like it wanted more, the arousing effects of Laila’s discharge lingering in my sinuses as I said, “Laila woke me early this morning; that was my third since she woke me… I’m not sure I could give you anything more than a drop or two.”

“Ray told me he wanted to marry me last night,” Laila announced without prompting or warning. Sounding like an excited schoolgirl having been asked to her first prom, “In the shower… he said I was his domestic slut, lover, sister, and… wife,” the giddiness factor in her voice multiplying as she ended her declaration.

I heard dad chuckle before he announced, “I asked Ray’s mother to marry me in a shower too… and that’s when she told me she was pregnant with Ray.”

I heard dad’s shift to his imposing parental tone as he asked Laila, “Are you pregnant?”

I don’t know why, but Rose and I kept our eyes locked on each other during the father-daughter verbal exchange. Now that I think about it, Rose didn’t flinch when Laila’s disappointed voice replied, “No,” before Laila stammered what I knew was a half-truth, “My lady doctor says the method of birth control I’m using is extremely effective.”

“Good,” dad responded, “If it works, keep using it. I know your mother wants a grandchild, but I think you and your brother should wait until you’re both out of college and you’ve passed the bar. After you start your careers, then you’ll have both the time and money for children.”

Rose remained absent from the conversation, other than leaning closer to me asking again, “Are you sure you can’t cum again? You still feel pretty hard inside me. I can roll over, and you can fuck me for as long as you want… until you cum inside me again.”

I shook my head and countered, “I’m not sure I can, but I’d like to stay inside you for a little while.”

“Ray likes that,” Laila advised, not wanting to further dad’s topic of conversation, “He liked to stay inside me after he cums. I like it too; he feels so good inside me when we’re cuddling afterward, and I like to feel his love squishing and dribbling and crawling around inside me.”

“I like it when your father shares himself with me like that too,” Rose nodded slightly, “You can stay inside me as long as you want to, Ray,” sounding a lot like my mother as she reached down, pulling my hands up to her breast, her maternal tone asking, “Don’t you want to feel my breasts in your hands too?”

I did, and I did, savoring the soft heavy spongy feeling of Rose’s breasts in my hands, using two fingers on each to make her already hard nipples puff up even more around her areolas.

“What is it with you and your father and our nipples,” Rose cooed, “You two can’t stop yourselves, can you? You always find our nipples and pinch them between your fingers.”

“No, we can’t,” dad answered for both of us. Proving his point, dad grabbed Laila’s arm, pulled her close, then wrapped himself around his daughter from behind. Dad’s hands found and filled themselves with Laila’s breasts as he, too, made his captive’s nipples bulge on top of Laila’s areolas before he began pinching them and squeezing her hard morsels between his fingers.

Laila leaned into dad’s embrace, and he stumbled back, finding, then sitting in the chair next to my desk. Laila wiggled between his spread thighs, swallowing his soft cock between her butt cheeks as she sat on his lap.

Rose resumed her slow dance on my traped penis, and I continued to massage, fondle, caress and feed Rose’s breasts to my hands and fingers as dad changed the subject again, “Rose and I wanted to talk to you two about today… and the family reunion.”

“I thought we agreed to wait,” Rose challenging her spouse, twisting on top of me to aim her glare at dad.

“Why,” he glared back, shifting Laila to one side where he could see all three of us at the same time, without releasing his grasp of Laila’s bosoms.

“They’re both old enough to decide if they want to join in or not,” dad countered, “If they don’t want to go, we can go without them, and they can stay home and fuck themselves senseless, or stay with John and Jane… if everything goes well this weekend.”

“Go where?” I asked Rose, above my fingers rolling her nipples between them.

“Oh… right there,” Rose cooed, one hand capturing and holding my hand to her breasts while her hips scratched an itch inside her with my penis. Rose shivered through a quick climax just before dad opinioned, “You were younger than Laila your first time.”

“Yeah,” Rose countered after her chest oozed her breast flesh between my fingers when she inhaled deeply. She removed her hand from mine, but mine stayed where it was, squeezing a little tighter as Rose challenged, “And you see how that turned out. I wasn’t mature enough to deal with my emotions and that much sex then, and it cost me over fifteen years without my mother in my life.”

“I hear ya,” dad replied, kissing Laila’s shoulder, then pressing his cheek to her arm, his fingers also overflowing with his daughter’s breast flesh as his finger dug into her bosoms.

After a moment of pulling Laila closer to him, dad relaxed his squeezing embrace.

“Look,” dad directed at Rose as Laila lean into dad’s still firm embrace, “They are both far more mature and understanding of their sexuality and their emotions than we were when we were their age. All I’m saying is it’s their choice. As their parents and lovers, the best we can do is help them make an informed decision.”

“About what?” I insisted, squeezing Rose’s breasts, digging my fingertips into her flesh enough to get her attention, “We can’t make an informed decision if we don’t have any information about what we need to decide on.”

“See,” dad nodded at me, “He’s a smart kid… all I’m saying is let them choose.”

“Choose what?” Laila asked before I could, removing her father’s hands from her chest, twisting to sit on his leg so she could look directly at him.

Dad looked at Rose, but she had her eyes locked on mine, grinding her hips to my groin, trying to make my cock expand inside her. Rose didn’t respond, so dad looked at Laila as he said, “It’s like what we’re planning on doing this weekend with John and Jane and their children; once a year, most of our extended family gets together to share… our loving family lifestyle.”

Dad twisted Laila back around, wiggling her into his lap again as he recaptured her breasts. Pulling her back to his chest, he explained, “When John and I talked about this weekend, we also discussed the idea of getting together at least once a month with our extended family like our parents used when we were your age. We also talked about the family reunion. We… well… I wanted you two to know it’s a topic that might come up while John and Jane and their children are visiting.”

“Just call them the J’s,” Laila suggested, her fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples as his fingers sank deeper into her soft mounds of flesh, popping her areolas out from her bosoms like they were muffins expanding in a tin.

After our secret sibling sex was no longer a secret, and we started sharing our sex as a family, Laila had developed a habit of touching herself when she got excited or worried, like the night before. Sometimes, her only form of stress release was to make herself climax. I looked over just in time to see Laila pull her nipples unnaturally far from her areolas, pinching them unnaturally hard too as she stared at me. Then Laila’s hands dropped to her thighs, and she began to massaged her groin as she stammered at Rose, “You mean… the family orgy where you and dad met… where you and dad, and dad and Ray’s mom… made us? That kind of family reunion?”

“Yes,” Rose confirmed, her hips ceasing their rotations around my insertion, sinking into my thighs as she huffed, “The annual family orgy… but most of our family prefers to call it a reunion.”

“I wanna go,” Laila’s hand moving faster, bouncing on dad’s lap, sliding his cock between her butt cheeks like an excited child as she looked at me for my permission.

Her hand sped up, franticly trying to make herself climax as she ground her ass on deeper into dad’s groin, begging me, “Please… I wanna go… and cum… with you… with all of us. Please, Ray, can we go?”

I looked up to evaluate Rose’s reaction; her cunt clenched around my shaft, almost squeezing me out of her. I forced my cock to pulsate, and I pushed my hips up as my grip on Rose’s breasts lessened. I then provide a non-committal reply, mostly at Rose’s concerned eyes, “Dad’s right; we need to make an informed decision.”

I looked back at Laila and dad, asking, “Tell us more… you know, the five Ws; who, what, when, where, why, and how?”

“Who,” dad replied, tightening his embrace of Laila as she silently climaxed before he detailed, “Somewhere between two dozen to fifty members of our extended family. Including, I would expect, the J’s and a lot of our extended family you have not yet met.”

“Most are interbred incest children like you two are,” Rose interjected, rocking back and forth on my cock rather than swiveling as she had before. “Or extended cousins,” she added, “Looking for a weekend of unlimited carefree sex with their relations, probably not knowing what they may be getting themselves into.”

“What is obvious,” Dad added, caressing Laila’s hair from the side of her face as he may her twist to look at him as he spoke, “It’s a family orgy… every person there is at least a third cousin. There’s also every form of sex you can think of or have seen in porn. And, as a woman, when things get out out of hand, and they usually do, you, your pussy, your ass, and your mouth will be seen as nothing more than a receptacle for every cock that wants to squirt or tongue that wants to taste and explore inside you. Sometimes, it’s so intense you can’t say no, or you won’t be able to stop what’s already happening to you.”

“Everyone in our family is as hypersexual as you two are,” Rose confirmed a long-held suspicion of mine. Proving her point as her cunt clench my hardening cock. My cock expanding as my imagination envisioned a sea of Roses and Lailas used and abused and enduring neverending climaxes from an army of dad and me look-alikes.

“As we all are,” Dad reminded his wife and children, “It’s genetic…we’re all bred to be incestual perverts, and… what did you call yourself earlier,” dad asked Laila, “A domestic slut? That’s a fair description of most women in our family, most of whom can only get pregnant half the time. I guess that’s nature’s way of keeping our gene pool in check and our genus moving forward at the same time.”

Rose countered, “You make it sound like we’re animals or something… we’re not,” she said at Laila and me. “I remember it being beautiful and loving and an intimate sharing of ourselves… with our family… our loving family.”

“Like your father?” Dad argued, aiming his glare at Rose, “He was close to fifty when he impregnated his daughter with you. Hell, he must be pushing ninety by now, and I bet he’s still just as horny now as he was then… how many other daughters, granddaughters, and nieces has he impregnated since you were born? How many are like us, and how many aren’t?”

“Look,” dad directed at me, then Laila. I could see confused anger behind his eyes as he spoke, “You are both your parent’s children. Oversexed, naturally drawn to incest, and see your siblings as your life partners, and, yes, as Rose said, you are both very loving. If you think what we’ve been doing as a foursome is morally questionable, perverse, or just insane,” pausing to take a breath. Dad’s tone sounding defeated when he resumed, “The family reunion is ten times what we’ve been doing, or what we might end up doing with the J’s this weekend. I just wanted to make sure you both knew and understood what you might be getting into; I don’t think I did.”

Everyone remained quiet after dad’s reality check. The only sounds being the slurping of Rose’s cunt around my cock as she gently started to work her way up and down my now fully reinvigorated penis or the mostly quiet squishing of Laila’s fingers massaging her clit or moving in and out of her pussy.

Dad broke the wordless silence, saying, “Many members of our family decided not to have children or raise them without telling them about our family’s legacy. Ray, your mother, wanted us to separate from the family, at least until you were old enough to understand. My greatest regret is that she didn’t live long enough to see what kind of man you’ve become, or long enough to share her love with you the way she wanted to.”

“The part of our family I stayed with did that too,” Rose confirmed, “They followed the same separation until old-enough practice; all of the adults knew about or tolerated but didn’t practice our family’s traditional lifestyle. At least not around any of the children or non-family members.”

“I agreed with your mother,” dad confessed, “To keep our history from you until you were old enough to understand. She was so looking forward to the day she could share her love with you. We were both looking forward to celebrating sharing yourself with her for your first time, but things don’t always turn out like you hope and plan for… do they?”

We all respected dad’s second moment of silence, and he was the one who let us know when due respect for my mother, his first wife, had concluded. He turned his attention to Laila as he spoke bluntly, “Before Rose and I married, we had many discussions about you. We were both very concerned you weren’t emotionally ready for what your body wanted. And I think whatever happened to you to make you distance yourself from your mother and me justifies our concerns. We agreed to tell you when you were old enough to understand and make your own choice which path you wanted to follow… and honestly, after Ray took care of you, the way he cared for you, I knew he was ready.”

“He was,” Laila agreed, turning to aim her loving blue eyes at me, “And still is. You’re right, mom, dad, I was in a bad place, and Ray loved me enough to get me through it. With Ray as my lover, the man I’ve given ownership of my sex to, and as my brother-husband, I feel like I can take on anything the world throws at me. And… because I have given Ray ownership of my sex… I will do whatever he wants. If he wants to go, we go. If not… if he wants only me the rest of his life, then I will be his one-woman orgy… I will be every woman he wants me to be, his sister, his lover, his friend, his domestic slut, and his wife.”

“The reunion is something I think you two should at least experience,” Rose directed down at me, “And, like I told your father, it may be too soon to push you two to make that kind of decision. I’m not sure you or Laila are mentally and emotionally ready. I want you to be able to make the right decision for your future too, but after you experienced the love and passion of sharing yourselves with your family… not just your father and me.”

Dad hid his face behind Laila, muttering into her back, “Ten times the sex, ten times the bodies, ten times the risks. Sometimes I think we’re salmon returning to our spawning grounds.”

“Were not fish,” Rose insisted, reaching down and under my arms, keeping my hands on her breasts, as Rose started to massage herself between her legs. Looking toward dad, who was still hiding behind Laila, Rose insisted, “Yes… I know we’re different, and I’m ok with that; I enjoy making love to your son and my daughter… but we’re not animals.”

Dad peeked out from behind Laila, or Laila moved, taking away his hiding place as Rose confessed, “Since we’ve been married, I’ve had no desire to be with anyone but you. But I want our children to experience what it’s like to share themselves with others members of their family… at least once.”

“With my son and me,” he scolded.

Rose nodded acknowledgment of his point as dad twisted Laila to look at him as he advised, “Doing what we do as a family and visiting our extended family is emotionally challenging. And I agree, it’s something you should experience at least once, but not until you think you’re ready… and honestly, I’m not sure you’re ready.”

Dad turned his head to look at Rose and me as he professed, “You can’t help but develop deep feelings for all the people you share yourself with, people who are part of or become part of your family. People you may never see again or may end up not finding again until the world rips the rug out from under you.”

Speaking directly at Rose sitting on top of me as dad reminded Rose, “You weren’t the only one who ran away. I did too. I didn’t want to share your mother with anyone else… until it was too late.”

Rose lay forward, and my hands released her breast, wrapping around her as her forehead pressed to mine. Using our mother’s quiet, maternal tone yet sounding very much like the older sister she was to me, Rose reminded me, “I miss her too. But it’s not your father’s fault she died. Ray, don’t let your father convince you our mother died because he took her away from her family. It’s a cross he does not need to bear. I’ve tried, but he won’t forgive himself of a crime he did not commit.”

“It was my fault,” he insisted. Pressing his forehead to Laila’s shoulder as he muttered, “I took her away from her family because I wasn’t emotionally mature enough to share her.”

I could tell he was pushing back again, an emotional torrent trying to overwhelm him as he confessed to Laila’s arm, “And I stopped her family from seeing her after we knew she was dying… I wanted her to be able to spend all the time she had left with our son and me… I was the one who stopped you from seeing her until it was almost too late.”

“We won’t do that to you,” Laila promised for both herself and me as she twisted back to embrace our father and caress his face. Promising, “Dad, even if we find out we don’t like going to the family reunions, Ray and I will never try to stop you or mom from being with those you love… and she didn’t die because of you… it wasn’t your fault… sometimes cancer just happens.”

“Promise?” Rose asked me, “Please promise you and Laila will stay with me, us, no matter how much we might interfere with your lives. We’re trying to be the best parents we know how to be.”

“We’ll do everything in our power to make sure you and dad are never alone,” I promised, “And we will love you two for as long as you want us to, and as often as you are willing and able.”

— I’ve changed my mind —

After our emotional embraces faded, our genetic programming kicked in. Laila mounted dad on my chair, facing him, kissing him as she worked his erection in and out of her.

It was then I realized Laila and I were not the only ones in our family who opened our hearts to our lovers, making love while our interlocking sex organs were distracted.

Laila’s mother and our shared father made love the same way.

Dad’s semen injection into his daughter was large enough to show up as white streaks where their sex parts intersected. Laila’s orgasmic coos, ohs, and ahs as she fucked her father and his wife, Rose milked everything she could from my loins for a second time.

After dismounting their lovers, both women gave their men what they wanted afterward, a wonderful up-close view of our sperm injections leaking and oozing out of our domesticated slut’s glossy vaginas. Both Rose and Laila, lifting one leg, their finger spreading themselves open so we could watch the results of our love-making leak emerge from their creamy slits.

Dad loves fucking sloppy seconds and seeing his son’s cream leaking out of Rose recharged Dad’s masculinity. That and the emotional release he just shared with his family gave him the strength to sweep Rose off her feet. Then, while kissing her, he carried Rose to their bedroom for another round of lovemaking.

I embraced Laila as soon as I stood up from the bed. My mostly limp cream and cunt coated cock pressing into her equally gooey groin as we embraced and shared a heart-bonding kiss.

It was not our typical oral exchange; it was far more loving than that. I could feel my empty cock swaying back and forth between my sister’s thighs as her hands found my head and pulled my face tighter to hers. It was the most loving and passionate expression of her feelings for me (without having my penis inside her) that she had shared with me for at least a week.

After separating our lips, my hand filling itself with Laila’s butt cheek, keeping our sticky privates pressed together. My hand stopped its fingers from digging into her flesh when my lover declared, “I’ve changed my mind.”

Pausing for a couple of (long) heartbeats before she confirmed, “I don’t think we should go to the family reunion… you couldn’t handle it… and now that I think about it… maybe this weekend is a bad idea too.”

“What?” I questioned, pushing her away, staring at her soft, concerned blue eyes as I said, “I’m with dad on this one… I’m more worried about you.”

“Oh,” Laila replied, pulling me by my slimy soft cock, walking backward, leading me into the bathroom, “I wanna go… I love watching orgies and swingers… group sex is something I wanna try… with you.”

“We have group sex almost every night,” I countered, pulling her close, just outside the tiled shower, suddenly overwhelmed by an innate security-reaffirming need to feel my lover’s nakedness pressed to mine.

“Yeah,” Laila replied, wiggling my sticky penis between her slick and slippery thighs and making sure her nipples kissed mine. “But that’s just mom and dad… I want more… more cocks, more sucking and fucking… and I want to find out what other cocks and pussies taste like and feel like in my hands, mouth, cunt, and ass. I just want sex… you want more. You want a deeper connection… and that’s one of the many reasons why I love you as much as I do.”

Laila caressed my face as she explained, “I’m a slut, and I know it; I love being your domestic slut… a slut you share with our father. Ray, my love, I’ve given you ownership of my sex, and I won’t take that back; I am now and will always be yours. I can see a future where we are together as husband and wife, but I also see how you look at me when I’m with dad sometimes; you’re unsure and… insecure. You still don’t believe my love for you or your love for me is real. I don’t think you’re going to be able to handle seeing me with anyone else, even the J’s, when they get here. And, if you weren’t listening, dad just told us he felt the same way about your mother… and you two are so much alike sometimes it’s scary. For all I know, you’re going to fall in love with Joann or her mother after you have sex with them, just like you did with me.”

“I loved you before Aries Horn,” I muttered, then I felt lost, dazed, and confused for a moment. I wasn’t sure how to process Laila being so confident and sure of her opinion of me. I knew she was an intelligent and strong-willed woman, and, as she said about me, those characteristics were some of the many reasons I loved her; and, of course, her willingness to surrender her sex to dad or me as a demonstration of her love for us. The professional tone and self-assuredness in her voice showed me a part of her I had not yet experienced. I remembered hearing her use a similar voice and tone at school, and perhaps she had started to fine-tune that part of her personality as dad’s intern over the summer. A new part of her that made her even more attractive to me than she already was. Also, the tone, cadence, and maternalness of her voice sounded a lot like Rose and my mother.

I liked it, and so did my cock; I was hard again… for her, and because of her.

Laila’s lips caressed mine before she gently told me, “I’ve seen the way you look at dad sometimes when he and I are with each other. I don’t have a problem sharing you with mom or anyone else… because, in my heart, I know you love me. You show me how much you love me all the time, but you still don’t believe me or trust me when I tell you or show you I love you. You’re insecure when it comes to me… to us. You can’t seem to accept our love is genuine. I think part of that is because of the way your mother loved you then died… leaving you alone. If you feel that way, I understand; it’s not wrong to feel that way, and I’m not judging you… it’s just part of who you are. And just as you accept me for who and what I am, I accept and appreciate who you are. I can’t tell you how wonderful I feel inside knowing you’re mine and I’m yours… and how wonderfully you express your love for me, and my mother… and your mother too.”

My overnight promised bride paused, caressing my face, palming the side of my head as she said, “Believe it or not, Ray, I know you as well as you know me. If you don’t want to go, then we won’t. If you are that afraid of losing me, then I will chain my leg to yours, and we’ll stay right here, in this house, the rest of our lives. I will be perfectly happy and content to grow old with you as the only man I ever have sex with again, if that’s what you want or need from me.”

“You’re right,” I admitted to Laila and myself, “I don’t want to share you… but I know that’s part of who you are, and I never want to deny you what you want… who you are, or who you want to be.”

“See,” she smiled at me, squeezing my cheek (just like my mother used to), “You just did it again… you say or do little things like that… things that reach inside me and caress my heart; touching me inside without touching me at all. You do it all the time, and all I know how to do is use my sex to pleasure your sex to show you how much I love you.”

“That’s not true,” I countered, “What you just said… the insight you have about me… telling me things I don’t know or realize about myself… that’s you loving me without sex.”

“Fuck,” she muttered, twisting me around, pushing me into the shower, almost slamming me against the cold tile wall. Puffing at my face, “There you go again… I swear, sometimes I can’t tell if you say those things to fuck with my head, or because that’s just who you are… a man who knows how to make love to my body, mind and my soul at the same time.”

“I need to think about what you said and what I want,” I mumbled after her tongue finished aggressively invading my mouth. I stopped her from dropping to her knees, wanting but delaying the oral pleasure she always wanted to provide me during these kinds of conversations.

“Later,” I pleaded, somewhat holding her up, fighting gravity to keep her eyes aimed at mine as I reminded her, “You and your mom have made me cum three times this morning, and that was after all you got out of me last night. I want to have something left in my seed sack to share with Joann and her mom.”

Laila’s legs took her weight again, then she pressed her arm to my chest, holding me to the wall, glaring at my face, then at my cock, then back at my face several times before she released me, turning on the water as she insisted, “You better not fall in love with them… husband. I’ll share your sex, but not your heart.”

“I can’t promise that,” I replied, reaching out to test the temperature of the water and Laila’s emotions as I said, “You know it’s a part of who I am to love the women I have sex with… but you will always be my domestic slut, friend, lover, and wife… if you still want me to be your husband and the man you wake up next to every morning… at least the mornings you’re not with dad, and I’m not with your mom.”

“I can deal with that if you can,” she huffed, “But I want to feel you cum inside me one more time before I let Joann and her mother get their turn with my husband.”

“Anal,” I smirked, “I haven’t given you a really good butt fuck since before Capricorn sang you to sleep last night.”

Laila turned around, pressed her hands to the wall, pushed her butt out, insisting, “Long, deep, hard and fast. Make me feel your loving lust, husband… Make my butt feel used… make me feel like the domestic slut and wife I want to be for you. After you cum inside your wife’s ass, you can rest and recharge so that you can fuck Joann and her mother anyway you want, for as long as they let you.”

Looking back over her shoulder, Laila insisted, “as long as I’m with you… to share them with you.”

“And you with James and John,” I countered, coating my cock with the bottle of lube we kept in the shower for just these kinds of occasions. Laila reached back, spreading open her cheeks, and with an angry, I’m-not-worthy kind of expression on my willing sex pet’s face, I mercilessly shoved my entire length past her anal ring; hard, fast, and deep. Just the way my sister-wife and domesticated slut liked me to demonstrate my love for her.

— The Start of a Long Weekend —

After our shower and me giving Laila the royal ass-reaming she needed me to give her, dad stopped by my room, suggesting we put on some clothes. Some easily removed clothes, or at least shorts and a shirt.

Throwing a parental, “And clean up your room, you don’t know who’s going to be sharing your bed tonight,” as he departed.

I cleaned up my room before putting any clothes on, having become comfortable being naked all the time. I eventually and reluctantly complied with dad’s clothing directive, finding something to wear that was nice but casual.

I went to check on Laila and heard her in the water closet. Not wanting to disturb her when I knew she was dealing with the stuff she and Rose had to do to make sure their back doors were clean and ready for sanitary playtime. It was one of those things she and Rose did for dad and me, and we all had an unspoken don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy about it that dad and I fully respected and appreciated.

“Go put some clothes on!” Rose insisted about twenty minutes later when Laila entered the kitchen. Dad snickered as he extracted a meat tray from the fridge, and Rose squeezed yellow paste from a bag into boiled egg halves.

Laila waited until the noise I was making filling one of the sinks with ice concluded before she challenged her mother, saying, “We’re having an orgy. Who needs clothes for that?”

“We’re not staring as soon as they walk in the door,” Rose fired back, “Just throw on a dress or something. But, if you want to have a little extra fun… put a bra and panties or a bikini under your dress like I am. It will make getting naked a little more exciting and entertaining.”

“Oh,” Laila nodded. Then looked at me as she cooed, “Ray, you haven’t had any of my panties to sniff in a while, have you?”

“It’s been a few days at least,” I confirmed, “Dibs,” I smirked.

“Always, husband,” Liala cooed, her butt joyfully bouncing as she left, just as the phone rang.

Another twenty minutes later, and twenty minutes longer than Laila wanted to wait, the doorbell rang. Laila was on her way to answer the door the moment the chime finished sounding its first note. Dad held her back, waiting until all four of us were standing by, ready to greet our guests.

Dad and Uncle John shook hands, then hugged. Dad then started a greeting line, embracing and kissing Jane, followed by Joann then James. Rose, then Laila, then I followed in succession as our guest entered the house.

Like us, the J’s looked like clones of each other. John and James, both handsome blond men who could have been brothers separated by twenty years or so. Joann and her mother were also the same, but I could tell Jane’s braless breasts under her thin dress were slightly lower and pointing more toward the ground than Joann’s perky puffy slotted nipple capped bee-stung bosoms. And, like John, Jane’s brown rooted blonde hair appeared frosted with a little gray near her temples.

The parents took seats in the living room on the two sofas. James and I hung back near the door, reminding each other we met and participated in the same Group Speech Group project. While James and I got to know each other again, Laila pulled Joann into the hallway.

Our conversation was unremarkable, and nothing important to share as we hung out in the background as Rose and Jane caught up, sharing one-up stories about their children. I think dad felt he won the contest when he announced Lilia had been his intern over the summer, and he had talked her into becoming a lawyer like her father.

“I still don’t know what I want to do with my life,” I remember James whispering to me, “And I graduate next summer.”

“I’m still working on my future too,” I confirmed, “Well… my career future… my future with Laila is looking real good… real good.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to commit to a long-term relationship,” James whispered, “Even though Joann’s gotten a lot of ideas about her and me from your sister.”

“Vice is nice,” I snickered, “But incest is best.”

James didn’t have time to reply before our two giddy sisters returned. Standing next to me, holding my arm, Laila looking like she was doing the pee-pee dance with her other hand pressed to her dress, circling her groin.

Rose stopped the parent’s conversation she and dad were having with John and Jane, flicking her hand disappointedly at Laila as she directed, “Go on… get it out of your system, and be ready to help with lunch in an hour.

I thought Laila was going to pull me outside, but she didn’t. She released me, reached past Joann, snagging James’ hand, pulling him toward the backyard instead of me.

I offered my arm to Joann, complementing her attire and pervertedly suggesting, “Your dress complements your curves, especially your breasts. You have very eye-catching breasts, and your dress teases your wonderful areolas and nipples just enough to make me want to kiss them and feel them in my hands.”

“Wait till you see my pussy,” Joann replied casually, surprising me with her forward response before she bluntly added, “From what Laila’s told me, you’re going to love my pussy. And, I’m looking forward to feeling your cock in my hands again… and I want to know if you taste the same as James or my dad when I make you cum in my mouth… or would you like to squirt on my boobs?”

“What has Laila told you about us?” I questioned, holding the door open for her.

“What hasn’t she,” Joann replied coyly, making sure to slid her chest across mine as she passed through the portal to the backyard.

“I’ve been wondering the same about tasting you,” I perversely replied while studying Joann’s less plump and curvy form than Laila’s, entranced by my cousin’s butt as her cheeks pistoned up and down.

“And me you,” she said, stopping near the patio table, looking ahead toward the outdoor bed on the other sided of the pool. There we both saw a dressless, topless, but still panty-wearing Laila on her knees in front of a fully naked James. I could hear Laila sucking on Jame’s cock as if her life depended on making his penis squirt for her survival.

“He’s a horn-dog,” Joann commented, picking up his shirt, “But he’s my horn-dog. I love him, but since the day we made love as a family, he’s wanted nothing but sex. My sex, mom’s sex, dad’s sex… is there a word for a male slut?”

“No,” I commented reflexively, picking up Laila’s dress. I then turned to look at Joann, not saying anything else until Joann confirmed, “Dad and James are bi, I guess we all are… but they are only allowed to be bi with each other when mom and I let them… otherwise, they wouldn’t need us to suck their cocks,” Joann added with a knowing smirk. She then asked, “Where should I put these?” holding up James’ shirt and shorts.

“I’ll put them near the door,” offering my arm holding Laila’s dress, “Would you like me to take yours too?” I inquired hopefully.

Joann smirked then began to unbutton the top of her pull-over dress, “Laila said you liked to watch her get naked for you… I’ll get naked for you if you get naked for me… cousin.”

“Deal,” I replied, maybe a little too eagerly.

As I already knew, Joann was topless under her dress but what I didn’t know was she had pink panties around her waist, hiding what I was waiting to discover at the top of her legs.”

Standing naked before Joann, one arm holding our clothes and the collection left behind by Laila and James, I admired Joann’s bee-stung breasts, and my fingers itched to pinch her thick sideways slotted nipples.

They were just as I remembered them; her nipples were wider and plumper than Laila’s, with a clearly defined slit across their tips. Both seemed harder than they were when I saw them last time, standing out atop her doughnut-colored white ringed areolas. And like last time, Joann’s breasts were just as attractive and eye-catching as Laila’s, mostly because they were new to me and different from any other woman’s breasts I had seen.

Joann waited patiently for my eyes to lower to her pink panties before she seductively said, “Laila told me you like women with long or thick lips, and you like sniffing her panties… is that true?”

I nodded just before Joann’s thumbs inserted themselves between the elastic band and her flesh. There was no significant shade difference under her underwear as she inched them down and over her hips. It seemed she was more of an indoor person like me than a sun worshiper like Laila and Rose.

When her groin fur finally came into view, I didn’t look up to see if she was blushing; I was too interested and eager to see the treasure waiting for me at the top of her legs.

I was not disappointed.

My already hard cock felt heavier when she exposed the close trimmed triangle of brown fur pointing to her puffy pink labia. Unlike Laila, Joann’s pink blushed outer labia were almost pure white, having rarely if ever seen the sun before today. When Laila told our cousin I liked women with thick or long inner lips, she was not wrong. Joann’s pussy lips were a near-perfect representation of what I had commented about once, and only once, to Laila when she and I were snuggled together in my bed, watching porn on my laptop.

Joann’s feminine folds of flesh were long, pink, and thick, flowing out of her inflamed outer labia like tiny drapes. She lifted one foot behind her to pull her foot through her panties; as she did the same for the other leg, I dropped to my knees on the hard concrete, the clothes in my arms falling to the ground as I, less than gently stole her panties from her hand.

Looking up at her surprised and pride expressing eyes, I pressed Joann’s panty’s crotch to my face and inhaled deeply several times without breaking eye contact with Joann.

“I’ve been wearing those for two days,” she purred at me, “Just for you… I lost count of how many times I made myself cum wearing those, thinking about today.”

The musky aroma of her sex-infused panties enraged my penis. I could feel how ridged and firm it was and the almost continuous pulsations of pre-cum streaming out of its eye, trailing a noticeable summer breeze-cooled path along the underside of my shaft, all the way down to my balls.

Still breathing through her panties, I stared at her inflamed and extended lips, then up at her, then back at her fur, which led my eyes back to her dangling lips, before looking up at her face again. I saw, or maybe I wanted to see, her nod slightly before I dropped her panties from my face, tossing them onto the nearby pile of clothes before reaching out to capture her hips. I then aggressively pulled Joann close, burying my face in her fur topped humid groin.

Her fingers entwined in my hair, tugging my scalp tighter to her pussy as I tried to climb into her tongue first. Joann’s legs and thighs seemed to be fighting each other, struggling to climb up onto my shoulders but slipping away each time as I sucked on her long and draping inner lips. My tongue was quickly and purposefully snaking its way between her frictionless flesh to find her clit, or probe inside her.

Joann’s clit was longer and thicker than Laila, in much the same way Joann’s inner lips were longer and thicker than my sister’s hidden inner labia. I could feel Joann squirming and moaning above me, almost as if she were crying and whimpering into a pillow as I sucked on her long knobby clit.

Several gushes of pussy juice flushed into my mouth, and I felt her body squirming above me as her legs and thighs continued to try to climb up my arms and shoulders. Her fingers tightened their grasp of the hair on my head, pulling my face up and tighter to her wet and slippery slit. Joann’s muffled whimpering climaxes sounding like her throat had seized, and knowing I was the cause of Joann’s orgasmic effect, made me want to do more for her, just like Laila’s loud and proud orgasmic outbursts.

Joann suddenly pushed me away, stumbling backward on weak legs, puffing fast and shallow breaths until her butt found the patio table behind her. I stood up, locked my eyes on hers, watching her heaving breasts as I approached, my erect and eager penis leading the way to the now bright red flesh dangling from where her legs merged.

I stopped with the head of my penis, just barely kissing Joann’s puffy bright red and pulsating lips. I looked up at her, but her eyes were locked on my penis, prepared to penetrate her pussy. All I needed to see was a slight nod from her before I took a step forward.

Leaning back on her arms, Joann spread her legs a little wider and bit her lower lip. Her thighs clenched and quivered a little as she held herself in place against the table, her eyes locked on the head of my penis, barely separating her long gooey and stringy-lube-connected inner lips.

When I moved forward a little, I looked down and watched how her creamy inner labia seemed to suck my penis into her.

Joann whimpered again, sounding very much like a puppy wanting attention as I penetrated her. She didn’t express the same kind of contented moan Laila did. Instead, Joann’s throat whine shifted to a higher pitch as her body clenched when my penis entered her vagina. For a moment, Joann’s body was so rigid and stiff; I had to take hold of her hips and love handles to keep her from sliding off the table or flipping the glass tabletop upward under her weight.

When I felt our merged bodies were stable, I looked up to find her eyes. Her head remained down, and her eyes locked on my groin as I resumed pushing myself inside her until I bottomed out. My cock was fully inserted, and my balls squished to her asshole, and yet I wanted my penis to go deeper.

That’s when I began moving my cock in and out of my cousin Joann. Pulling back until I could see the purple of the head of my cock in between her clingy folds of flesh before rolling her inner lips inward as I pushed myself into her again… all the way.

I held Joann like she were a rag doll, fucking her with slow full-length penetrations. Unlike Laila’s climaxes, Joann emitted high-pitched whimpered and moaned from her throat and chest, seemingly holding back the sounds of her pleasure. Based on the red spreading across her chest, flowing upward toward her neck, I assumed the tears flowing from her eyes represented another manifestation of Joann’s climaxes.

Joann didn’t speak; her voice seemed disabled as her chest became a brighter shade of red, almost matching the color of her pussy lips slurping around my cock. But her head did look up from my cock moving in and out of her to study my face. When her tear-flooded eyes found mine, her head nodded, silently telling me to continue what I was doing.

So, I did.

My long, slow deep penetrations began to get faster and more determined as the sensation of her tight pussy around my cock made the sperm in my balls boil. Her pussy seemed tighter than Laila’s but not as grippy and clenching as Rose’s Kegel-trained vaginal contractions.

Joann’s pussy felt different, not better or worse, just different. Her internal muscles gripped me in different ways, and her natural lube seemed thicker. As if her juices were a heavier weight of motor oil, Laila’s 5W20 compared to Joann’s 10W50. And, even though she wasn’t as tight around my cock as Rose could be when she wanted to, Joann’s lower viscosity offered a greater amount of slimy resistance as I moved in and out of her.

My fingers dug into Joann’s hips just before I started to climax. Joann’s eyes found mine again, and we watched each other silently as I huffed my climax in and out of my nose. Joann’s whimpering peaks grew even quieter, and I saw her neck clench, the muscles holding her head up turning bright red just before my cock began to spit into her womb.

My repeated thrusting penetrations of Joann’s pussy had almost pushed the glass off the top of the table, which was barely under her butt at this point

Through the fog of my climax, feeling every squirt of my cum pulsating through my cock, squirting inside her, I could see Joann was climaxing too. Her upper body was clenching like her neck as she consciously held the edge of the glass table with her hands, preventing it from flipping up behind her.

I kept spasming my cock into her as my hands released her hips, then grasp the edge of the glass next to her hands. I pulled both her and the glass toward me enough to keep it from flipping up or off the table’s frame. The second such pull settled the tabletop into place, secure enough I was able to grab her hips again before I resumed my post-climax wiggling and squirming of my hungry for more penis inside her.

I could tell Joann wasn’t sure what to do with herself as I held myself inside her, so I explained, “I don’t like to pull out after… not right away. It’s one of the things I like to share with Laila and her mother… to stay inside them for a little while afterward. To me, holding one of my lovers close and keeping myself inside them after… feels almost as good as when I cum, and sometimes… my penis doesn’t get soft as fast if I stay like this.”

“Tell that to James,” Joann’s weak but strengthening voice joked, “It feels good to me too. Both James and Dad are the cum and go type. They tend to roll off me or pull out to catch their breath afterward… unless I’m on top,” she smirked, “Which is why I like being on top.”

Taking several slow deep contented breaths at me, Joann then checked to make sure the table was stable behind and below her, as she said, “Please, take your time, Ray. All the time you want… and thank you. I’ve wanted to feel you inside me since I stroked your cock, and watched you cum. You may not be as long or thick as James and my dad, but your penis knows what it’s doing inside me. You found all the right spots far faster than James or Dad.”

“I’m yours all weekend,” I replied, “When I’m not with your mom.”

“She’s going to love the way you fuck,” Joann replied, “Dad and James are so… hard, fast, and intense, but you are… tender, careful… and also really intense… but in a different way.”

“I can get pretty animalistic too,” I countered, “I wanted to… go easy on you our first time.”

“Me too,” Joann smirked, “Me too.”

“FUCK!… I’m empty. STOP! There’s no more left!” we both heard James shout. Joann looked past me, and I turned my head to see James proving his statement wrong, grunting and loudly cursing as he climaxed into Laila’s mouth.

My lover kept working on our cousin’s cock even after his guttural curses ended. Laila unsatisfied hunger made James squirm, and he tried to escape her oral captivity, but she had his legs pinned over the edge of the bed as she tried to do to him what she trained my body to do, cum a third time, fourth, and occasionally a fifth time.

“I think he might need a little help,” I suggested after turning back to face Joann.

“Let him suffer,” she teased, “He does that to me when he eats, or vibe’s my pussy. He keeps going and won’t stop even when I beg him to or pee on him. He forces me to cum over and again like I’m his plaything and not his sister. I hope Laila can teach my brother a lesson or two about sexual restraint.”

Joann’s eyes changed, softening before she apologized, “I’m sorry. Laila told me several times, almost as if she was selling me on your lifestyle, you know, your relationship, and how she wants to be your free-use sex slave. And that’s ok, for you two. But not for me. I want to have sex, a lot of sex… I enjoy sex. And, this past week, I’ve discovered just how wonderful physically sharing my love with my family can be, including with you, cousin. But I don’t think I could ever be comfortable being anyone’s sex toy, a fleshy thing they can fuck whenever they want or force me to cum so many times I forget who I am and what I want for myself.”

“We’re all different,” I replied, “And, thank you for letting me know that about you. I promise not to push myself on you, or… penetrate you without your consent first… but,” I smirked, “When you’re naked, I’m going to enjoy the view, and you might catch me stroking myself as I fantasize about what I want to do to you and with you… cousin.”

“Keep it inside your head,” she smiled, tapping the side of my skull with her finger, “And you can do anything you want to me. And, Thank you. I appreciate that you respect this is my body. And, cousin, I will not stop you from fucking me whenever you want this weekend unless I tell you otherwise.”

“That’s more than fair,” I replied, “Shall we go rescue your brother from my sister’s passions?”

“In a minute,” Joann replied, “Squirming and clenching her vagina around my still inserted penis, reaching down to our interconnected parts with her hand asking, “Would you mind if I give myself another one while you’re still inside me? James is not as patient as I would like sometimes, but I’m working on it.”

“Please, have as many as you would like,” I replied, “Laila doesn’t masturbate for me nearly as often as I would like her to,” I added, looking down to see Joann’s long thing fingers seek out and expose her oversized clit.

“Neither does James,” Joann offered, pinching, pulling, then rubbing her clit as she said, “I want to watch you cum for me again. I loved watching you jerk off and seeing your cock squirting, and James has only done that for me once. I like seeing him and dad stroking their cocks until they squirt.”

“I too took hold of myself, keeping the head of my penis just past her long lips, a right at the entrance to her vagina, using two fingers and my thumb to stroke myself as she watched. Moving my fingers a little faster, but not as fast as Joann’s, I nodded over my shoulder, suggesting, “Let’s challenged them to a contest of who can make themselves cum first.”

“I like the way you think,” Joann’s voice fading away as I watched her neck clench when she started to climax again. We both looked down when she started to huff, staring at my penis, kissing her cunt. My hips rocked the head of my cock in and out of her. Popping the mushroom edges of my penis in and out of the transition between her lips and her vagina. Focusing and feeling my penis doing that to her while using two of my fingers to stroke my shaft as she used two of her fingers to massage her clit.

After Joann shared three quick but intense climaxes with me, she watched as I forced my penis to bubble out a few drops of white on and around her slimy inner lips.

After shivering from my forced climax, I looked up, daring to ask, “You are using birth control… right?”

Joann nodded as she caught her breath, then confirmed, “After mom and dad admitted to being brother and sister and telling us the same secrets your parents told you and Laila, mom and I had some girl time. After we… shared our love for each other by ourselves, mom told me the same thing Laila told us… I’ve only got one fallopian tube, and as far as I know, it’s in perfect working condition, but I’ve got both an IUD inside me, and I get a shot once a month just in case.”

Joann’s expressions can be rather stern sometimes, as when she told me, “I’m not ready for kids, and honestly, I’m not yet sure I want to risk having a child with a relative.”

“The risks may not be as big as you might think,” I replied, looking down to admire Joann’s sex gooed and sparkling fur triangle and her long lips trying to kiss my cock again, “At least not according to my dad.”

“During one dad’s emotional release sessions with me,” I prefaced as my hips made my deflated cock rub against her sticky lips. Stopping to admire the strands of her heavyweight stringy lube roping the head of my cock for a moment.

Feeling my cock wanting to get hard and be inside Joann again, and failing I explained, “Dad told me there never been a reported or recorded genetic defect between members of our family. No stillbirths or early infant deaths, no physical deformities… ever,” I added, “But, our family does seem to have a higher risk of cancer… lung cancer in particular.”

“And all the women in our family having only one fallopian tube,” Joann countered.

Looking up at Joann after finally undocking my penis from her clinging labia, I told her, “Dad did a lot of research into our family’s history when he found out mom was pregnant with me… and again after her cancer diagnosis. It seemed pretty convincing to me. I can show you what he showed me if you want.”

“Maybe,” Joann replied, standing up, reaching down to massage her lips and spread around her natural goo and my sticky cream as she commented, “I’ll think about it… after college.”

“That’s our plan too,” I replied, “We’ll deal with babies and having kids after college… even if we have to adopt… from a member of our extended family. Laila and I both agreed, we’ve got a unique lifestyle and family legacy that one kind of needs to be born into.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Joann looking up at me after examining her cum leaking pussy, adding a soft, “Cousin.”

— Saving James’ privates —

With Joann’s pussy stuff still coating my cock, I sacrificed myself to save James. Giving Laila my cock to suck on, which became a toy for her to share with Joann after Laila stood up, stripped off the panties she had been wearing the entire time she worked to get as much out of James’ unprepared penis as possible.

A moment or two after staring into Laila’s eager eyes while inhaling the musk of her heavy sex-soaked panties, I was hard and ready for more. Laila pushed me back onto the outdoor bed before she and Joann pinned me down and started taking turns stroking, licking, and sucking my cock. Both women were alternating their efforts caressing my balls or exploring my butt with their fingers.

James lay next to me, and when I sat up on my elbows to enjoy both the feeling and the show of Laila and Joann sharing my penis, that’s when I got a good look at his for the first time. He was pretty large, longer than me, and when soft, his cock was thicker than mine was hard. I will admit, I was a little jealous of his size until he rolled a little closer to my head, whispering, “She sucked two loads out of me; back to back… I didn’t think that was possible. Does Laila do that kind of stuff to you?”

I nodded, asking aloud, “Lover, how many times did you milk me this morning before Rose and dad joined us?”

“Two,” Laila replied, holding the shaft of my erect penis while Joann’s mouth focused on suckling the head of my cock, “Then mom made you cum in her pussy, oh… no… she made you cum in her pussy twice before you fucked my ass in the shower and made me push it out so you could see it dripping out of me.”

“That was before breakfast,” I commented somewhat arrogantly at James, “Her record is sucking or fucking five loads out of me in thirty minutes.”

“Damn,” James exhaled, “Did you hear that Joni, “Laila got five out of Ray in thirty minutes.”

Stopping her oral efforts, Joann continued to hold my cock as Laila took over, suckling the head of my cock as Joan told her brother, “Don’t expect me to do that for you unless you earn it.”

Laila’s fingers intertwined with Joann’s around my shaft before she freed my penis from her oral captivity, explaining, “I haven’t had time to try to do better since mom and dad joined us.”

Laila then shared the tip of my cock with Joann before shifting her focus to kiss Joann, and my penis, while both of them continued to stroke me.

“This is going to be a better weekend than I thought,” James exhaled, stroking his mostly limp thick cock while watching our sisters share a kiss with the tip of my penis.

— I’ve Changed My Mind… Again —

My arms were tired, and my neck was straining from holding my head up for so long. So, I lay back to focus on the attention my cock was getting from my sister-wife and our cousin Joann. Enjoying my horizontal relaxation, and with my arm over my face shielding me from the sun’s brightness, I didn’t bother to look when I felt them moving around on the bed.

The sun’s warmth on my engorged erection and the breeze caressing my balls was a very liberating experience. I had been naked in the sun before, but not spread eagle like I was, or as comfortable knowing my nakedness was on full display for Joann and her brother to see, as well as any peeping-tom neighbors with binoculars who might be watching us from their window.

I could tell the hand and mouth working my cock was not Laila’s, so I assumed she had shifted her attention to James when I heard her muffled vaginal insertion coo on the bed nearby. I looked over and discovered Laila and Joann had tangled themselves in a rocking and rolling sixty-nine next to me. It was Joann’s tongue or finger that had elicited the erotic coo I love to hear Laila, or her mother, express when penetrated.

I looked down between my spread legs to find James’ head bobbing up and down on my erection. His manly fingers wrapped around my hard shaft, and my cock was almost fully inserted into his mouth. James’ tongue circled the head of my cock, then pressed hard to the underside of my shaft as my cock went deeper, making my penis throb thicker when the head of my erection made contact with his soft palate or uvula.

Pulling back, not gagging, the head of my cock still in his mouth when his eyes looked up to see mine looking at him. With a vice-like grasp around my shaft, he removed my cock from his oral embrace, defensively declaring, “Joni said I could… and I’ve wanted to see and taste your cock since I found out we’re cousins.”

I stared at him for a moment, and there was a certain fearfulness in his eyes, something that made him look ashamed of what he was doing or what he was feeling. An expression I knew and understood well when I found myself wanting to abuse Laila’s sex and hating myself at the same time when I thought I was taking advantage of her.

Remembering the feeling of guilt for what I thought I did but didn’t do instantly overrode any homophobia I might have been feeling, putting me into James’ shoes for a moment. That moment allowed me to respond rather than react as I exhaled the breath I had been holding, saying, “James… cousin James… I’m ok with what you’re doing, as long as you’re ok with me not being ready to do the same for you.”

“Thank you,” James replied, “I’m not gay,” he replied defensively, “At least I don’t consider myself to be gay.”

His hand tightened his firm grip around my cock, and he stared at the bubble of pre-cum he milked from me as he confessed, “It was something I wanted to try after Joni told me how much she liked feeling dad and me in her mouth. I think I’ve always looked at men and their cocks when I watched porn, in much the same way as I do women and their boobs and cunts. Seeing women, or men, sucking on a cock always made me want to try it at least once.”

James looked up at me, saying, “Dad’s bi. I guess he’s always been bi… but admitting, to myself, that I’m bi is new to me. Dad understood what I was feeling and what I think I wanted. After he and mom told us about our family, and dad told us he was bi, mom and dad let me… experiment with him. He let me watch him suck me off, then let me find out if I liked sucking on his penis… if I liked making him cum and feeling his cum in my mouth.”

James exhaled, a look of self-disappointment in his eyes as he confessed, “I did. A lot more than I thought I would. The feeling of dad’s hard penis in my hands and my mouth; the hot firmness of his flesh, the taste and texture… I got so excited, and my cock got super hard. Then, when I felt him cum in my mouth the first time, tasted his cum for the first time… I came too.”

“Only because I was sucking on you at the time,” Joann chided from between Laila’s thighs.

James kissed the bubble of pre-cum from my cock’s eye, then looked up at me as he said, “I liked it so much, and I wanted more. I started to suck on dad as often as I was going down on mom or Joni. Then they found us sucking on each other… without them… and… well… now, Mom and Joni will only let dad and I suck on each other when they say we can,” he explained, “When they are with us to watch us or are doing the same with each other.”

“James,” I paused, considering my words carefully before I said, “As I said before, I’m ok with you wanting to suck on my cock. And I will cum if you keep doing what you’re doing, but I’m not ready to do the same for you. And, I don’t want you to get in trouble with your sister or mother, so your family rules apply to me as well; you can only do what you’re doing to me when your mom or sister is ok with it.”

“I love you,” Laila said at me after rolling Joann over so she could look at me from between Joann’s thighs, “I told you your heart is too big for me sometimes… but it’s mine… all mine.”

Staring at me from between Joann’s legs as she said, “Oh, and the same rule applies to you, lover. James can only suck on you when I say he can. I don’t want you to think you can just let him suck you off whenever you or he wants. That’s my cock, and I get first dibs.”

I winked at my lover’s squished face, then down at James, suggesting, “You’ve got me to where I’m close; if you want to make me cum, you better do it before our sisters change their mind.”

I felt James’ stress seem to float away, seeming less heavy between my legs. As his hand resumed stroking me, he teased, “Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that Joni gets to go down on another woman without asking me first, but I can’t suck a cock unless she says I can.”

“A cock in one hand is not worth as much as a bird’s bush around a cock?” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

“I think you need to work on that one a little more before it catches on,” James countered.

The smirk on his face level out, and his fingers squeezed my cock a little less stressfully, more tenderly, massaging my cock under its skin rather than choaking my penis as he said, “Ray, thank you for… understanding. You have no idea how afraid I was of doing this to you… about how you might react to me wanting to taste and feel you in my mouth… to want to make you cum like this.”

“He’s mine,” Laila insisted, pinning Joann down, looking at James, “I’ll say I’d share his cock, but not his heart… and I said you could suck him off, but no anal… that’s where I draw the line.”

Laila turned her ire at me as she insisted, “James and his dad are the only men who get to suck on you… I don’t want you to think you get to play for both teams… You’re mine.”

Sounding a lot like her office persona, Liala directed, “I may be granting James and John special dispensation and access to your cock because they are family. But, no other men for you… and you only get to switch hit when they are visiting, and I’m there to watch or join in… and no butt stuff. I don’t want you to think your bi… you’re not… I won’t let you be bi. Your mono… as in mine and mine alone… but I’m willing to share… when we’re together.”

James removed my cock from his mouth, looked up at me, confirming, “I’m not ready for anal… I’m not. Pitching, sure, but not catching… not yet. Ray, I swear, I just like sucking cocks… when, or if, I’m ever ready, I want dad to be my first.”

“Good answer,” Laila replied for me before diving between Joann’s legs again. Joann released a muffled, high-pitched, long but very quiet squeal as Laila vented her fear of losing me to a man on her cousin’s pussy and clit.

“Gee,” James said after licking my shaft and making my balls twitch by teasing the spot where the eye of my cock meets the shaft, “I wish my sister were that possessive of me… might make me feel wanted, or heaven forbid, loved.”

“I heard that,” Joann’s muffled and orgasm constricted voice said from between Laila’s thighs.

“I had to earn it,” I told James, watching him, noticing how much more relaxed he was licking, kissing, and sucking on my cock.

As James savored my occasionally pre-cum leaking erection, and I allowed myself to relax and let him enjoy his newfound safe place, I told him, “Believe it or not, letting you do what you’re doing helps me.”

He continued his relaxed efforts, but his eyes looked up at me as I explained, “Not just because you are good at what you’re doing, and you are, please don’t stop until you’re ready to stop. But, what you are doing, and letting me let you do, is helping me let go of some mental stuff that’s been holding me back.”

James continued to suckle on the head of my cock as his eyes asked what I meant.

I didn’t explain myself as clearly as I would have liked. Still, I think I got my point across as I said, “By allowing me to give you a safe place to be who you are, you are helping me prove to myself and Laila I’ve grown; that I am a better person for opening my mind to things I had never considered before. That I am willing and able to live the lifestyle my lover wants us to live… for as long as she’s willing to be my lover.”

“Stop making me love you even more than I already do, Ray,” Laila’s muffled shout demanded, “Don’t make me take you to six… you know I will.”

Laila then rolled Joann back under her, popping her head up, aiming her pussy slimed face at James as she insisted, “Just make him cum already and shut him up before I do it for you.”

Joann’s leg lifted, and her thigh crossed behind Laila’s head, pulling Laila”s face back down, preventing my sister-wife from saying anything else.

“Are you ok with me cumming in your mouth?” I asked James.

“Are you ok with cumming in my mouth,” James asked me at the same time.

“I want to try it at least once,” I replied.

“Me too,” James responded, then began working my cock as well or better than Laila could, but don’t tell her that. His tongue and fingers knew just where to touch, stimulate, stroke, or apply pressure to have my balls twitching for release and relief in no time.

“Fuck!” I cursed, feeling my cum racing from my balls through my shaft before my hips shoved my ejaculation into James’ mouth.

I came a lot too. I thought Joann and Laila had milked me dry, but James’ oral efforts found an untapped reservoir of cum I didn’t know I had. I was still grunting and thrusting when Laila’s Joann-flavored tongue invaded my mouth.

She mumbled renewed vows of love and promises of more sexual affection into my mouth as she smothered me with her cunt slimed face. She fought me, but I was able to twist my head enough to look down at James and found he and his sister were sharing my load of cum in a sloppy open-mouth kiss, sucking and licking my white-streaked and saliva-coated penis.

Laila pushed herself away, looking down at me with the same prideful expression my mother gave me when I brought home my first report card. Laila’s maternal eyes were glowing as she said, “I’ve changed my mind… again… we can go… and cum,” smirking before she provided context, “To the family reunion.”

— Cuddling Cousins —

I was unexpectedly the center of attention again when our parents showed up. There I was, spread eagle on the outdoor bed with Laila, overwhelmingly demonstrating her love for me with her mouth on mine as James and Joann strengthened their relationship by sharing my post-climax hypersensitive penis.

“Ray,” dad teased, “I didn’t know.”

“That’s not nice,” Rose chastised just before I heard what I assumed was Rose slapping dad’s arm as she continued, “You know what John and Jane told us about James’ bisexuality. Behave.”

I felt the weight of two people over my legs disappear, then Laila removed herself just in time for me to see uncle John lean over me, and suck my now limp penis into his mouth. He suckled on me for a few moments, vacuuming away any excess cum Joann and James left behind, then stood up, expressing an “Oh well, maybe I can more later.”

“Sure,” I replied, not entirely sure how to respond to my previously unknown uncle wanting to suck my cock at some unspecified point in the future.

“You going to join us?” John asked, nodding toward the grass area toward the back of the yard.

There I saw James laying on his back, watching Rose on her knees between his legs, stroking and sucking his cock. Just in front of them, Jane sat on Laila’s face as dad stood over Laila, feeding his cock to Jane, caressing her hair as she sucked on him.

“I need a moment to recover,” I replied.

“I need a break too,” Joann said, rolling onto the bed next to me, telling her father, “You should spend some time with Laila… she had James begging for mercy after making him cum twice, then she wore me out.”

“You’re easy to wear out,” John replied, smirking at me as he said, “Watch.”

John flopped onto the bed between Joann’s legs and pressed his face to her groin without hesitation or delay.

Joann’s body stiffened, and her hand reached out to me. At first, her fingernails dug into my thigh until she looked over at me, tears flowing from her eyes as she took great effort to guide her hand to my limp penis. Her fingers wrapped around me, gripping my cock like it was the last thing keeping her from falling off the edge of the world.

With her head still aimed at me, she screamed silently, her open mouth and watering eyes completely and utterly silent, or pitched so high only dogs could hear her orgasmic cries.

If my cock was not soft, I think her constricting grasp may have popped it. Joann’s body relaxed, and she panted at me before her head flopped back and forth several times as her father made her climax several more times or through one ultra-long orgasm.

Having proved his point, John looked up from between Joann’s still quivering thighs, aiming his pussy-glossed face at me, confirming, “See, I told ya she was easy to wear out.”

John pushed himself up onto his arms, holding his upper body aloft, his eyes aimed at his daughter, past her heaving chest, proudly declaring, “God, you taste good, Joni; every time.”

John stood up, said something about having fun, then left to join the others. Joann continued her rapid panting and holding on to my cock for dear life as her father left her behind as a butterfly does after sucking nectar from a flower.

“I think I’m just going to lie here for a little bit,” Joann eventually whispered from behind her post-pleasured grin.

“Take all the time you need,” I replied, “But, could you loosen up your grip a little bit. I like where your hand is, but I’m a little sore and sensitive at the moment.”

She nodded at the sun, relaxed her fingers, but did not let go of my deflated penis. After several unregulated breaths, Joann rolled onto her side, snuggling into my armpit and resting her head on my shoulder as she said, “You don’t mind if we snuggle for a little bit. Dad and James… know how to fuck and eat pussy… I can’t deny that. But they don’t understand that I like to do this afterward… to relax a little after getting a full-body workout. It’s just fuck and walk away with them.”

She pressed her hand to my chest, pushing up a little as she said, “I love them, I do. And, as you just saw, they can make me and mom melt like butter in a hot frying pan when they go down on us or fuck us… it’s just that sometimes… I want more than forced orgasms that can make me feel like I’m not in control of myself.”

We both looked back over at the grassy area as we heard one of the women’s muffled screams. It had to be Rose, sucking on John as dad fucked her from below and James worked his cock into her ass. Right next to them, Jane held Laila’s legs open and apart, somewhat unnaturally, as she ground her cunt to Laila’s cunt. Yet, it was Jane who looked like she was the one struggling to keep up with Laila.

“Laila, and Rose, can be the same way sometimes,” my sympathetic words meant for Joann but aimed at her mother trying to ride herd over my bucking lover.

I then looked down at Joann, asking can I put my hand between your legs.

“Thank you for asking first,” she replied, “But gently. My clit is still super sensitive. I can feel the breeze with it, and it stings with every puff of air but in a good way.”

I nodded, then let my fingers play around in her stubbly patch of fur before daring to move down to feel for and find her long moist and sticky lips, cupping my hand carefully to avoid touching her clit, or clitoral hood.

I looked up again, toward the grass, watching the interlocked bodies untangle and then interlock again under the full summer sun.

All the men ganged up on Jane this time. John made her head pop up with a pleasant surprise glowing on her face when he pushed himself into her butt as James wiggled his way under and between his mother’s legs. Jane began to alternate sucking on James’ cock below her and dad’s cock hovering in front of her face, sharing both men with Laila and Rose, who took turns kissing Jane when her mouth wasn’t full of a man’s meat or sucking on her nipples.

Joann’s hand released its grasp of my floppy penis, then began to twirl and swirl her finger around my deflated cock, toying with it as one might twist their hair. With her back to the action on the grass, Joann unexpectedly said, “Laila told me you like women with long pussy lips. I’ve always had long lips, even as a little girl. Mom said she had them too. Dad and James say they like my long lips because they open up like a flower, letting them see inside me when I’m super horny, or after one or both of them have fucked me for so long my pussy can’t close. Do you like pussy lips like mine? Do you like being able to see inside a woman’s cunt like that?”

“You know,” I exhaled disappointedly, “I commented on one actress’s long lips once; only once,” I replied, “Since then, Laila’s asked me several times if I want her to clamp weights to her lips so she can have long inner lips because that’s what she heard I said, but that’s not what I said.”

“Women never forget, Ray,” Joann advised, “Don’t ever forget, we never forget. I think she’s just teasing you. She just wants you to know she would do something like that if you asked her too.”

“I know,” I replied, “And… thanks. It helps to hear someone else confirm those kinds of things. I’m never really sure if Laila’s serious or not sometimes.”

“She’s serious about loving you,” Joann confirmed, “That I know without any doubt whatsoever.”

I glanced over at the group; Jane was still the center of attention, squatting over dad’s cock in her ass as John worked his cock into her cunt, and she held James’ erection at the ready just beyond her lips. Rose was drinking something as Liala applied sunscreen to her mother’s back, both watching Jane being far more active and flexible than I expected for a woman of her generation.

“Rose is just as flexible with dad and me,” I reminded myself.

I looked back at Joann next to me, using my exploratory hand and arm to push her leg away, opening her groin staring at her bright red, inflamed lips as I confirmed, “And to answer your question, yes, I like women whose flowers blossom… just like yours does. Laila’s flower is perfect just the way it is, and so is yours… and yes, to answer your other question, I like it when I can fuck Laila so thoroughly her pussy or ass can’t close all the way. It’s probably a male ego thing.”

“Yeah,” Joann replied, “I thought so… and I bet you want to do the same to me. Dominate me with your dick and leave my pussy and ass used and abused. So weak and exhausted from you fucking me that I would be unable to stop you from doing it again and again.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “I do,” I confirmed, looking at Joann’s face, “As I said, it’s a testosterone thing… and I want to fuck your mom senseless too. I’ve done it to both Rose and Laila. But, I’m not going try with you or your mom unless you two say I can.”

Caressing Joann’s fur and feeling her sticky, slimed lips under my fingers, I thought about what I said as I watched our family change partners again. Laila stood up, then wrapped her arms around dad, hopping up, wrapping her legs around dad’s waist; Laila then reached back and guided dad’s cock into her cunt, before pulling James’ cock to her ass. Off to the side, John squatted over Rose, feeding his cock to her ass without warning. Her resting body flinched, then relaxed as he rocked into Rose while reaching over to finger Jane’s cunt and push his thumb into his wife’s ass.