Harry Stevens: Into sister, into incest

"Damn you," Marty rasped with frustration after having the play taken away from him. "I ought to slap you silly!"

"You already tried that," she jeered. "But be my guest if it makes you feel like more of a stud."

Marty drew back his right hand to hit her. However, as he cocked it, he realized that this was the hand that had just been fistfucking in her cunt. In trying to get tougher, he had actually let up where he had originally intended to inflict the most damage, between her legs.

Marty's macho pride, though, wouldn't allow him to back off now. Since his hand had left her pussy, he tried to pretend that this was exactly what he had intended. A mere slap wouldn't be enough to make it convincing. He now made another fist, this one to knock Sally silly.

At least he impressed Ron, who now urged, "Let her have it, Marty. Punch out the bitch!"

But Marty had done too much macho posing, telegraphing his blow.

Sally dodged easily. Then she took charge. Up she surged with more strength than any male would have expected from such a slender girl. She broke her brother's hold on her arms, actually knocking Ron aside. Toppling Marty, Sally landed astride him, sitting tall in the saddle of his crotch with his cock still up her asshole.

"Rape it is!" she crowed. "But this time it's the guy who'd better relax and enjoy it if he knows what's good for him!"

She began to rise and fall, her shitpit mercilessly working over her cousins captive cock. But the fight hadn't gone out of Marty yet.

"What're you waiting for, Ron?" he called to Sally's watching brother. "Put this bitch back in her place! Slug her!"

"Now do you really want to hit me, Ronnie?" Sally cooed. "Hit me when you could wind up fucking me? After all, isn't it about your turn again? Seems to me that you've let Marty have more than enough time to show what he can do. And just look at him, flat on his back. Yes, he's just about had it. I'm gonna be needing a replacement right quick."

"Don't listen to her!" Marty warned Ron. "She's just trying to make a fool out of you."

"Hah, look who's talking," Sally scoffed. Then she said to her brother, "Don't worry, Ronnie, I'll finish off my, uh, victim lickety split. Then you can take his place and well show him a thing or two, wont we?"

"Don't let her con you into this," Marty croaked. "I'm telling you, we've got to stick together, Ron. We can still beat her at her own game."

Marty's voice trailed off into an uncontrollable moan that could only mean one thing – he had lost the battle to Sally. The friction from her raping asshole was finally taking its toll. His overwhelmed cock erupted. As the cum spurted forth, so did the resistance drain from his weakening body. By the time his balls were tapped, he was limp with defeat, in every way.

"Now for me 'n you, Brother, dear," Sally chirped, bounding up off of Marty and facing Ron. "Ready?"

"You bet, Sis," Ron panted with horny anticipation, sporting a jutting hard-on as he assumed it would be a whole lot different between them than it had been with Sally and Marty. "Lets fuck!"

"You got it," Sally said. "Yeah, here we go, kiddo, you're fucked for sure!"

With a hard push, she abruptly knocked her surprised brother as flat on his back as their cousin.

"Hey, Sis, what's the idea?" he whooshed as he sprawled on the floor.

"Just what I told you before," Sally called, planting her foot across his throat. "You're taking Marty's place. It's your turn, all right. Your turn to get raped."

She moved too fast for her brother to mount a struggle. All at once his crotch was smothered by hers. Her cunt engulfed his cock. The next thing Ron knew he was being raped by his own sister.

"Jeez," he hoarsely cried. "What's this supposed to prove, anyway?"

"That nobody with a cock has a chance in this crazy family," Marty answered, speaking up with weary wisdom as he propped himself on his elbows to watch the latest stage of the action from floor-level. "One way or another being a guy in this family means winding up being the piece of ass instead of getting one. Welcome to the club, Ronnie."

"I-I was already a member," Ron stammered. "Should've known I couldn't trust Sally. It's been this way every other time for me, too. And I don't mean just with my sister."

"Yeah?" Marty asked. "Who else?"

"My mom," Ron revealed. "I fucked my mom. I mean – my mom fucked me."

"Same with me and mine," Marty answered. "I'm a motherfucker, too. Looks like we're both in exactly the same boat."

"Uh, yeah," Ron mumbled.

Sally wasn't about to let that pass. "Aren't you leaving a little something out, Brother, dear? I'm sure our cousin would like to know about who else in the family besides me and Mom has tried your dick on for size in her mouth, pussy and ass. Just last night, wasn't it? Couldn't have slipped your mind this soon."

Marty counted heads and arrived at the only possible result. If Ron had fucked somebody last night other than his mother or sister, there was only one remaining available female on the scene.

Knowing what his cousin had to be thinking, Ron confessed the obvious. "Okay, Marty, I did it… fucked your mother."

Sally's cunt relentlessly jerked at his raped prick and quickly made it erupt with a torrent of jizz. Sally, though, didn't let a pussyful of Ron's cum stop her from needling Marty.

"Well, gee," she merrily called to her shocked cousin, "now that you found out about my brother fucking your mother, guess that means you'll have to fuck our mom to stay even, huh?"

Marty failed to answer, stunned into speechlessness by the news that his own mother would put out for another cock besides his. He just wanted to get off somewhere by himself and work out in his mind what this all meant.

Lifting himself from the floor, he urgently looked around the room as if the walls were physically closing in on him. Putting on his pants, Marty bolted toward the door. But somebody beat Marty to it from the other side.

"Brrrr, it's cold out there," Patty greeted her nephew at the doorway. "Need to get some heat…"

"No, Aunt Patty." Marty frantically cut her off. "You can't come in here."

Then, from inside, Ron loudly moaned about how much of a load he had just shot in his sister's cunt.

Patty didn't bat an eyelash, chuckling to her nephew, "Well, it certainly sounds like somebody's coming in there."

She brushed right by Marty, heading straight toward the action.

"Good fuck, kids?" she calmly asked her naked children. "It's about time your sister tried your cock on for size, Ronnie. How was he, Sal?"

"He'll do," a grinning Sally replied. "But what about you, Mom? Aren't you about due for some screwing around?"

"Said I needed some heat," Patty smirked. "But I never said it had to be from the fireplace. Any suggestions?"

"You just ran into him on your way inside, Mom," Sally said, pointing to the door. "Believe me, he's every bit as hung as Ronnie. I ought to know since I've fucked them both, just in the last few minutes. So now it's your turn to start catching up, Mom."

It was Marty, of course, who was under discussion. But they had the wrong guy, as far as he was concerned. He was getting the hell out of here. Or so he thought.

His aunt had closed the door behind her. Now when Marty tried to open it again it wouldn't budge. Wheeling back around, he saw his aunt. She moved slowly toward him, leaving a trail of her clothing behind.

"Relax," she cooed to him. "Since you're not going anyplace, just relax and enjoy it."

Patty's tits sprung free. Seeing how much they reminded him of his mothers, Marty looked away so he couldn't be tempted. But within seconds his eyes had returned to his aunt. She stripped down to reveal her bushy cunt.