Unspoken Pleasure

"Mom?" Lexi asked, suddenly fearful. She wanted it so bad and yet... Sure they'd been fucking for a while. Had fucked. Multiple times. But something about being filled with her brother's cum. Inseminated by her sibling. It seemed like they were crossing another line. Even in the haze of lust and orgasmic pleasure, Lexi's screwed up sense of morality took hold.

"It's OK," Christine said, "Trust me it's better than OK. You're safe. Protected. And your brother's cum? Oh, baby it feels so good. Trust me. I know you're close to a big one. I can see it. Let him do it. Let your little brother get you there." "M... Mom?" Austin this time, "I don't think I can..."

"Do it, baby," Christine said, "Cum. Cum in your sister. Fill our little Lexi up."

Christine wrapped her arms around her daughter. Cradled Lexi's head to her chest. Lexi, instinctive, latched her mouth around her mother's breast. The nipple so hard against her tongue it was almost sharp.

Austin's rhythm stuttered. He drew back. Drove deeper than had before. He roared. An animal sound. Loud and echoing and almost frightening.

Lexi felt the first warm burst splash inside her hot tunnel. Her body twitched. Stiffened. Another blast of hot seed. Another. Lexi felt it in her pussy. Her cervix. Her brother's semen pouring into her waiting womb. Austin filled his sister's pussy like he was painting her top to bottom from the inside out. Filling her entire body with his pleasure.

And then the orgasm exploded through her.

"OhhhhhhhAAUUUUUUUGH!" Lexi cried. A wordless thing from the same base of her brain that had spawned her brother's own roar. Lexi felt awash in orgasm. Drowning in it. Oh, she'd thought she had a handle on it -- the ecstasy that sex could bring. She had no idea. She'd been sitting in a drizzle and now felt the tsunami. She'd been riding a bicycle and now floored the Ferrari. It was more than her mind could take and so everything flashed at her. Images. Sensations. Her Mom's warm hands on her cheeks. Hard nipple in her mouth. She was sure she was biting down but couldn't stop. She felt tears running down her face. Her muscles exhilarated. Her body flourished. Her brother's beautiful, bountiful cock erupted inside her again and again. She heard her brother, her mother, like they were far off in the distance.

"Oh Lexi," Austin said, "Oh Sis. So good... Oh God so good..."

"That's it," Christine said, "Give it all to your sister. That's a good boy."

Slowly, the euphoria drained out of Lexi, leaving only a trail of pain. Her head throbbed. Her arms and legs cramped. She felt her brother's cock soften in her snatch and as he pulled back, she felt empty. Cold.

The withdrawal of her brother, the loss, squeezed at Lexi's chest. Her heart. And she started to weep. Her mother drew her in close and held her tight. Lexi felt her brother wrap her in his arms. The three of them. Rocking back and forth in the darkness. Eventually they all drifted off.

*

Christine woke up on her back, her daughter's mouth still wrapped around her little breast. Her son lying over both of them like a weird, fleshy comforter. Dammit. They'd done it again.

Christine carefully slipped out from under her children and stood. She rubbed idly at her breast and, looking down, saw little teeth marks around the nipple. Fucking hell.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Her children both lay there beneath her. Nude sexy corpses. Christine couldn't help appreciating the two of them. Lexi, tall, with her long brown hair and her tight little body. Her breasts really were almost the perfect size. And her butt was so round and... Christine couldn't believe it, but she was jealous.

And her son. Holy fuck. Broad and blonde. Muscular in a way his father had never quite achieved. There were men made of marble that couldn't compare to how Austin had filled out. That didn't make her envious -- just fucking horny. The blonde mother shook her head, trying to get herself loose. She shouldn't be feeling that way about her children. Fuck. They really had broken themselves, hadn't they?

Christine forced herself out of the tent and walked over to where her youngest daughter was sleeping with James. Christine's husband. Molly's father. Without pause, Christine unzipped the tent and stepped in. The whole space stank of old cum and fresh pussy. Sweat and piss. James was wrapped around his little girl, hand squeezing her ample breast.

God, I'm getting sick of pulling my husband off my daughter, Christine thought. But she did it anyway.

James rolled over and looked around himself. At his daughter still unconscious on the ground. The streaks of crumbly white that covered her body. Then he looked up at his wife.

"Fuck. I really thought that we'd gotten past..." James trailed off for a moment. "I'm sorry honey. I couldn't control it."

"I was lying right next to you, you know," Christine said.

James flinched like she'd slapped him. "Oh God, I'm so sorry," he said. And Christine felt her heart break for him. After all, was she really so much better? Making Lexi lick her Mom's snatch while Austin inseminated his sister. At their mother's own demand, in fact.

"It's OK," Christine said for what felt like the millionth time. "I mean, it's not OK, but I know. It's not you. Not us. We need to figure this out fast before things really fall apart."

James cocked his eyebrow at his wife. What more, exactly, was she worried might go wrong? Christine shook her head, ruefully. Oh, he had no idea.

*

The family woke up slowly. Covered in mud, piss, and cum, they pulled on their soiled bedclothes anyway and gathered around the picnic table. James used a portable hot plate to make coffee and they all slurped in silence.

Everything was damp, but as the sun crept bright over the horizon, it promised a clear, warm day. The air seemed to hush and sigh as it tickled at the trees. But all that pleasantness only made the family feel that much more punished. After everyone settled in, Christine spoke up.

"We have a problem," she said.

Lexi laughed. "Yeah, no shit."

"Whatever we took, it seems like it's not leaving our systems any time soon. And that means we're going to keep doing this," Christine gestured around the campsite, "At least for a little longer."