Harry Stevens - Into sister, into incest

"Okay, so the three of us are all cunts," giggled Sally, enjoying every minute of this. "You might as well know, Aunt Linda, Mom and I were going at it hot and heavy in our sleeping bag. And it just made us even hornier when we found out you were getting it on with Ron."

"What about Marty?" Linda asked. "You said none of us were left out."

"Oh, I fucked him sometime in there," Sally casually revealed. "He didn't have any choice when it was Mom's turn to watch the fire and he had to get in the same sleeping bag with me."

Linda looked toward her sister-in-law, who nodded.

Then Linda asked Patty, "Do you know about the rest? Your daughter and my son? Before last night?"

Patty nodded again, explaining, "I raised Sally to be bi not gay. Boys are important, too, for a girl her age. I'd never stop her from trying both cock and pussy."

"Mom was the one who convinced me I ought to go after Marty in the first place," Sally chimed in. "Especially since she was already fucking Ron."

Linda reeled, stunned into speechlessness. "I wanted to fuck Ron for myself," Sally merrily went on. "But that's where Mom drew the line. Not on account of he's my own brother or anything so uptight, just 'cause she wanted him all to herself. She told him I'm still a virgin. Pretty selfish, huh? Then, though, when she turned me on to Marty and he came through like a real stud, I was plenty satisfied. He's hung."

"I know," Linda heard herself say now.

"You mean Marty told you about us?" Sally said with surprise.

"He told me about it, how you made him think you were cherry. But that's not how I know Marty's a hung stud. I found that out first-hand, just like you did, Sally. When he fucked me."

Sally looked toward her mother, asking, "Mom, is Aunt Linda serious? Do you think she really fucked Marty?"

"Why not?" Patty matter-of-factly said. "Why should I be the only one who turns her son into a motherfucker?"

Patty left her chair, going to her sister-in-law and embraced her.

"Welcome to the club," she told Linda. "I never dreamed we were so much alike… and was never so glad to be wrong about anything. If only we'd known enough about each other a long time ago to be as honest as we are now. But better late than never."

Linda willingly traded tongues when Patty kissed her on the mouth.

"Hey," Sally interrupted, "all right, so you've made your point. Believe me, I get the message that you're two of a kind. But you can't celebrate by turning dyke when the boys are due back. Not when we've still got to decide what to do about them for the rest of the time we're snowed in here."

"If Mom and Aunt Linda decided they ought to help Marty get some wood, what about you, Sis?" Ron asked, crouching as he lit a match to restart the fire.

"I'm the cook," Sally answered, holding up some pork and beans. "I can open a can better than anybody."

"Aw, Sis, you're just lazy," Ron snorted, getting a flame going. "Never did a lick of work in your life if you could help it."

"True, true," Sally cheerfully admitted. "But maybe I want to stay inside for another reason than just being lazy."

"Oh, sure," Ron scoffed. "Such as what?"

"Like getting the chance to be alone with you," purred Sally, forgetting about the pork and beans in favor of joining her brother before the rapidly crackling fireplace.

"What for?" Ron suspiciously asked.

"Maybe I'm jealous," Sally purred. "Could be I'm wondering what it might've been like if I'd been in that sleeping bag with you last night instead of Aunt Linda."

Ron turned pale, then turned back toward the fire.

"Aunt Linda let you do it to her last night, didn't she, Ronnie?"

Ron sputtered, "Y-you don't know what you're talking about, Sis. And neither do I. D-do what?"

"Oh, Ronnie, you're really gonna make me say it, aren't you?" Sally giggled. "The word. The big, bad word that nice girls aren't supposed to ever say. The F word."

"Y-you crazy, Sis?"

"Fuck," Sally chanted, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

With the fire reflecting in his glassy eyes, Ron looked like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car.

"You fucked Aunt Linda last night," his sister now said. "You fucked that old bitch when you could've been fucking me."

"I-I never knew you went all the w-way, Sis," Ron sputtered.

"There's a first time for everything. After all, a girl has to start somewhere," murmured Sally. "And who better than with her own brother? If I can't trust you to take my cherry, there's no hope."

She lifted her sweater and the long underwear beneath it, showing her small but perfect tits.

"See how hard my nipples are?" she said. "They're that hard because of you, Ronnie. And my cunt's wet."

She dropped her hands to her jeans, unsnapping them. They were pulled down with the bottom half of the underwear, exposing her nearly hairless pussy.

"Just taste for yourself how wet my cunt is." One of her fingers traced the line between her pussy lips. Then she thrust the sticky result in her brother's face.

"Lick it. Suck it," she urged.

Ron's tongue lapped forth to take advantage of his sister's outrageous offer.

"Sweet?" Sally asked.

"Yeah," Ron admitted.

"Then go right to the source."

Sally pushed her crotch flush against Ron's face. His mouth instinctively sealed her pussy, and once again his tongue surged. His tongue squirmed deeply within his sister's warm, wet gash.

"Oh, yes! Ronnie, fuck me with it, fuck me with your tongue," Sally swooned. "It'll get my pussy good 'n' ready for when you fuck me with your cock and take my cherry. That is if you don't mind me coming in your mouth in the meantime. Like, mmmm, this…"

She climaxed on the spot. Instantly hooked on her fuck juice, her brother reamed her oozing pussy for every sticky drop he could get.

"Ahhhh," she moaned, "now I'm ready to suck your cock while you keep sucking my cunt. Take out your cock for a sixty-nine with me."

Ron dropped his pants, without missing a slurping beat between his sister's legs. He and Sally sprawled on the floor before the fireplace, him swinging around on top of the action so his tongue corkscrewed in her pussy, and he wound up with his crotch straddling her upturned face.

Sally reached for his hard-on, angling the prickhead toward her mouth. She started to suck cock, swallowing her brother's rigid cockmeat, inch by inch.

"The whole thing. Take my whole cock, Sis," Ron urged.

Sally gave him what he asked for; engulfing his prick to his balls. She squeezed his balls and fingerfucked Ron's asshole in order to prime the pump of his jizz.

Burrowing between his sister's thighs to feast on her cunt's output of female cum, Ron knew that his cock was already on the verge of shooting in her mouth. Doubling her suction to get the creamy payoff, Sally also tightened her grip on Ron's balls and added another finger up his ass.

"Ooooooh!" he quickly gasped in Sally's cunt at one end of the sixty-nine, as his prick erupted down her throat at the other end. "This is it!"

Ron came so fast and hard it was as if he were pissing jizz. But his sister kept up until his cock slowed to a sticky dribble. She nursed on the cockhead until every last drop was hers.

"Mmmm, what a load. Didn't lose an inch of your hard-on, did you?"

"Yeah, guess I didn't," Ron noted, unraveling from the completed sixty-nine.

"Then put that monster back to work right away," Sally said. "This time in my cherry cunt. I've been a virgin long enough, and if my own brother isn't stud enough to finally turn me into a real woman, I don't know who is. Bet mine won't be the first cherry you've ever popped, huh?"

"'Fraid so, Sis," Ron revealed. "Before you, I've just fucked… well, what you'd call older women. Too old to still be waiting for their first pussyful of cock."