Making It With Devin Pt 01

DISCLAIMERS:

This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.

WARNING: If lesbian sex, incest, public humiliation and a familial solution for mental health upset you - find something else to read. Some of my stories are/will be way, way over the top. This is one of them.

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by Rabbit Test 5

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"Mom," Violet called stepping into the kitchen. "Mom! Are you home?"

Violet was visiting home, back from college. Only her sister, Betsy, "Button" everyone called her, and their mother occupied the house.

Violet's dad and older sibling Button were in a car accident in just the past year. Her father died; Button suffered some serious head trauma and was still living at home. Though Button was Violet's older sister by almost three years, since the accident, the older sibling had changed; Fully healed and normal by any outward appearance, the girl's coping skills seemed awry since Violet last visited home.

Violet walked into the empty kitchen, then looked out the back window, but no one was there. The living room and dining rooms were also unoccupied.

The college girl made her way upstairs and checked the bathroom and her mother's and Button's room; No one was home, Violet thought.

Stepping toward her old bedroom, she heard heavy breathing and liquid-y smacking sounds. Before she could picture the possibilities going on behind the door, Violet casually grasped the knob and push the door open.

There, on the same bed she had spent her youth, was her mother naked from the waist down, legs spread wide apart, and her older sister on her knees with her face buried in her mother's pussy: The girl's lips were sucking loudly on the older woman's labia and clit!

"Oh my god!"

Violet's recoiled automatically.

"Oh my god!" she said again, loudly, moving away from the door.

Her mother grabbed the door edge from her position and called out, "No! Wait! Violet!"

Button wouldn't let go of her mother with her arms wrapped around her thighs...

"No. Button! Let me go!"

Button ignored her and kept eating her sex.

"Button! Violet's here! We have to go!"

"She's here!" the girl said, face cover in her mother's quim juices. "Yeah!"

Both went after the girl. Violet disappeared into the kitchen before springing out into the back yard.

Not knowing how to make sense of the scene she had just witnessed, the college girl walked in circles.

Violet's mother, Leigh, came through the backdoor.

"Honey - wait! I can explain..."

"Explain! You're having sex with Button! I saw it!"

"You don't understand..."

Just then, Button came bursting out the back door all excited to see her sister and went up to hug her, her face still glistening with the mother's pussy cream.

"Oh, I've missed you so!" The older girl blurted.

Violet was reluctant to touch her sister but managed to hug her back.

"She's changed," her mother said. "Betsy's not the same, Violet."

Button pulled back and kissed her sister briefly: Strands of pussy goo and saliva connected them until the older girl pressed her wet cheek against her sister's. "I'm in love, sister! I must introduce you to Frank!"

"Frank...?"

Leigh took Betsy by the arm. "Button, honey, why don't you go inside and make Violet some breakfast. She can meet Frank later. He's probably already gone home for the day."

"Well," depressed, "OK, mom." Button look sad momentarily, then perked up, "Wonderful idea, mom!"

The girl broke her embrace and hip-skipped back into the house.

Then Leigh put her hand to Violet's back, and they walked toward the back of the yard.

"You don't know what it's been like here, Violet. Since the accident, your sister hasn't been the same."

"What do you mean? You never told me!" The girl ran her arm across the wetness on her face.

"I couldn't tell you... It was too devastating..."

"And you were having sex with her. I saw you!"

"No - she was with Frank!"

"She was eating your cunt!"

"Frank IS my cunt!"

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In the accident, Button suffered a brain injury. Since coming home with her mom, the girl was remaking sense of the world around her - rebuilding how all the pieces came together.

One night, while still not fully healed, Leigh was bathing Betsy in the tub. Leigh was wearing only her bra and panties. The damaged girl couldn't take her eyes off her mother's crotch.

"What... what are you looking at Button?"

"He's handsome," the girl said and leaned forward closer to her mother's V.

Leigh looked down confused. "What are you talking about, honey. There's no one here..."

The girl raised a wet hand and cupped her mother's pussy.

"Him." She said. "I want to talk to him." The girl gently caressed her mother through the thin fabric of her panties, never taking her eyes off Leigh's sex.

Leigh was horrified. What in her daughter's mixed up brain was telling her that! "No honey - stop it! Don't touch me there!" The woman immediately went into a crouching position dropping her hips below the tub's edge.

"Why did you take him away, mommy?" the girl first was disappointed, then leaned back against the tub and broke into a reflective grin. "He looked sooo dreamy!"

The mother didn't know what to do. This was not something she could tell anyone. They could lock her up, or worse take Button away and bury her in some asylum. She would have to hide or keep herself covered up at all times around her damaged daughter, she convinced herself. She could make this work.

But then, things happen. Leigh could not be on guard all the time.

One night, the mother spiraled down into depression thinking about her last moments with her husband. When she had made sure Button was in bed, Leigh drank herself nub to quell her heartache. She took a shower and crashed onto her bed naked and let her memories sink her into oblivion.

Sometime, in the middle of the night, Leigh stirred. She could hear childish banter and sounds of wet smacking... and at the same time, a tingling between her legs and a feeling of warmth and electricity.

"I think your pretty too!"

*smack*

*smack*

*smack*

"You what? You want me to keep kissing you? Oh, baby, I'm all yours!"

*smack*

*smack*

Then Leigh felt something push inside her vagina.

Fighting the cloud her booze-soaked brain, the mother struggled to prop herself up on her elbows. Finally, when she had a clear view - there was her eldest daughter between her outstretched legs, essentially making out with her pussy!

Button was mashing her mouth all over the older woman's cleft, sucking and licking. "Oh, Frank, I really, really like you!"

Her inhibitions lax, Leigh was wrapped in a cocoon of inaction, her mind stumbling in several directions at once: Left: Ohhhh-ooo this felt sooo good! Right: I can't have incest sex with my daughter! Forward: How can I stop her and keep her away from my pussy! Backward: How far could this go if... if... oooowwwwwhhhhh...

She'd given up trying to think straight; Button's animalistic attraction was taking her mother to climax.

"Oh Frank...oh Frank! You turn me on so much!"

Indeed, Leigh realized her daughter was rubbing herself frantically on the end of her leg: Her foot was covered in the girl's crotch fluid as the girl was wrapped around her leg, squeezing and rubbing her mother's upper thigh and buttocks at the same time.

"Oh Frank - Kiss me! Kiss me!"

It was then Leigh felt her daughters tongue extend to its fullest inside her weeping hole and both women climax at once.

Slurping and sucking, the damaged youth feasted and swallowed. Leigh had thrusted her hips high off the bed, but her daughter hung on and vacuumed her pussy.

Then suddenly, hit with shame, the mother collapsed, listening to her eldest daughter's grunts and coos. At the same time, the woman's toes were covered in Buttons juices and Leigh's foot felt like it had stepped into a deep, warm pudding puddle. The mother unconsciously wiggled her toes, mixing her daughters vaginal paste and pressing them against the young girl's crotch as if to seal up the weeping exit.

What have I done? The mother wept. Wha... what can I do to fix my poor girl...

Eventually, the immobile mother and frolicking daughter slept were they laid. In the sweet morning sun, Leigh was beside herself as Button continued her date which only strengthened her daughter's bond to her imaginary lover.

And for the next several months, this was Leigh's and Button's world. Button and Frank had become very close, meeting up several times a day to confirm their love for one another and perfect their love making routines. The mother was only a passenger - a voyeur.

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A couple of weeks had passed, and Violet still hadn't gotten used to the idea of her mom and sister together. She understood the dilemma, and after reviewing their options over and over, had accepted the complicated entanglement. Still, hearing both of them in the throes of passion and climax, Violet would only shrink up inside and try to drown out their incestuous collusion.

Until...

One night, Violet woke tied to her bed.

Her mother was sitting next to her ear.

"Oh Violet, honey. I'm so sorry, but you made a mistake..."

Violet tried to shout but was suddenly gagged the moment her mouth opened.

"I'm sorry hon, really I am" Leigh said tearfully. "But it's your sister..."

The older woman stood up and proceeded to cut Violets panties and nightie away with scissors.

"... she told me the other day that she wanted to meet Devin. She said she thought maybe Frank was too old for her..."

As the mother cut open her daughter's cloths, she pulled them from underneath the bound girl.

"... who is Devin, you ask? Well, you made a mistake honey..."

Leigh rested her hand on Violet's bare thigh.

"Remember when you were in the laundry room? You changed clothes. Apparently, you were totally naked at one point and Betsy saw you..."

With her hand on her daughter's hip, Leigh knelt next to the bed.

Whispering loudly, "She saw you!"

Leigh then faced the doorway and nodded. A naked Button snuck out from behind the bedroom door and into the room. At the foot of the bed, the older girl slowly dropped to her knees. Sliding her arms onto the mattress, Button touched the inside of Violet's lower legs, stroking her sister's smooth calves.

As Violet gasped and struggled to break free, and Button slowly working her way up in-between her sister's outstretched thighs, Leigh continued, "... apparently, honey, you shave yourself down there... and your sister took to it immediately..."

The mother then took the liberty of fondling Violet's breasts.

Despite herself, Violet couldn't will her nipples to remain soft; Instead, the nubbins became bullets, pointy and stiff.

"... don't be mad at me Violet - please! A mother shouldn't be pussy feeding her own daughter. Better the two of you bond together. You're her sister and I always won't be there for her, or you..."

Button stared at "Devin". Violet could feel her sister's head rest against her left upper thigh at the nexus of her sex; Button's hair felt like a warm cloth against her sensitive skin.

Raising her head with only the freedom of her neck, Violet could see her sister whispering quietly to her pussy. Was she having a conversation with it...?

"... your sister has changed me too...," Violet's mother stared at her daughter's sharpened teats. Then, not being able to hold herself back any longer, she raised herself off the floor and bent over the bed. Looking at Button's advances, and then at Violet strapped down, "I'm so sorry, honey, let me have this for a minute..."

The woman took Violet's left tit into her mouth and sucked hungrily.

Leigh couldn't help herself. During her time alone with Button she had developed a compromise for herself and sucked on her damaged daughter tits often. Making Violet helpless only extended her compromise across the boundaries of both her daughters.

And she couldn't help herself.

Holding Violet's tit with both hands, she nursed on it like a baby bear with a bottle, dulling her judgement - judgement of herself.

Tears streaked Leigh cheeks, as Violet wept also.

At the same time, Button was close enough to her sister's bare pussy, Violet could sense her sister's warm breath as the damaged girl continued to whisper sweet nothings to her vagina.

This was all some bad nightmare for Violet.

And then it happened...

Violet felt the unmistakable touch of her sister's mouth pressed against her pussy.

"Oh no!" Violet squeaked into the torn panties in her mouth; Her repulsion was thwarted by the bonds that held her firmly onto the mattress.

Suddenly, she felt the purposeful digit that was Button's tongue begin to probe and open her pussy lips all the while her mouth was lightly sucking on her sex.

What do I do! What do I do! Violet's mind raced. What can I do?

The girl's body throbbed.

The two human lampreys devoured her.

So much sucking. Squeezing. Mouths embracing her flesh.

Violet could not escape. Her mind could not pull itself into an objective observer - the excitement in her body kept the girl centered squarely inside herself.

She became flush and writhed. Her tits were on fire. Her crotch melted into the mouth of her pathetic sister; Her mother's teeth hung onto her nipple as the older woman rocked her head back and forth - each lost in their own worlds that told them everything was alright...

After Violet had climaxed, her mother and sister did not stop their assault. But they did dial back on their aggressive attack. Soon, the throbbing in Violet's body became more of a numb de-escalation. Leigh's tit-sucking fury ended with languid breast kissing and gentle nipple probing. Button's vacuum dulled into a mild hum of loving caresses.

Her disgust receding; her protest waning; her resolve abated, and Violet slept.

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When she woke, it was morning.

Violet rubbed her eyes to clear the fog in her brain. Lifting her head, she realized she was free of her bonds, but in turn not free of her sleeping sister with her head planted in her crotch, lip to lip with her sex, and an arm wrapped around her thigh holding her ass.

The trapped girl's nipples were sore, and she laid her head back down and rubbed her palm over the stinging nubbins - making them hard to alleviate the throbbing. Violet could feel the nipples get slightly wet as her motions cause the air to reveal actually how hard her mother had suckled on her daughter's tits.

The room was quiet.

"Come on, Button, I gotta go to the bathroom." The girl managed to pull free of her sister's embrace and scooted off to the toilet.

Afterward, still naked, Violet stepped into the kitchen and found a brief note from her mother.

"I'm sorry, my dear Violet, but I will be gone for a little while. Please take care of your sister. I will help when I can. Love Mom"

Violet bunched up the note in disgust and dropped it to the floor.

It was logically the next step; Wasn't it? Violet should have seen it coming. Her mother's anguish. Her complicity. Her older sister's need to grow and mature in her own twisted altered universe...

Button strolled into the kitchen and cupped Violet's ass in one hand and placed the other at her V.

"Devin's awake I see," the precocious girl purred. Button dropped to her knees and after some baby talk with Devin, she began making out with her boyfriend.

Violet stood there, looking blankly out the kitchen window facing the back yard while her damaged sister ate her pussy.

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AS THE MONTHS ROLLED ON...

Violet's new normal involved Button harassing her for 'dates' with her boyfriend. The older sister continually groped her sister in public, and vocally expressed her affection for her sex constantly flirting with the girl's crotch.

At the local grocery store, Violet, in jeans, would be walking the aisles with her sister and Button would nonchalantly run here hand up and down Violet's ass before extending her reach lower and under for a feel of here younger sister's sex.

The two would not-so-secretly argue in the checkout line as the older girl would continue to harass her sister, reaching for her pussy and ass saying, "I just want to hold my boyfriend's hand."

Violet in low strained tones would return with "Wait until we are in the car" and "No Button! Not here!" And so on.

The cashier or other patrons in line weren't quite sure what they were seeing; To them it looked like two lesbian girls getting handsy: one frisky and feeling up her partner; the other more embarrassed at the public display.

Violet was relieved when her time came with the cashier. I'm almost out of here, she said to herself. But while her purchases were being scanned...

"Violet! Is that you?" someone in line called.

It was Mrs. Gant, an old high school friend's mom.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Gant," Violet faced the back of the line as her left arm forced Button behind her.

"I haven't seen you in ages! How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Just visiting home..."

"How's your mom?"

"She's on a vacation..."

"Somewhere nice?"

"Oh..."

All during the crossline chit-chat, Button was feeling up here sister from behind unhindered. While checking in the food items, the cashier noted the older girls hand reach into her partner's jeans and drop deep into the talking girl's bum.

Button was able to reach her Devin and rest her fingers against his lips. The girl then rested her head over Violet's shoulder with a content smile.

"Hi Button!"

Violet cringed.

"How are you and your sister getting along now that she's home for a little bit?"

Among the laudable gasps, the girl's eyes spied Mrs. Gant, "We're having a great time together."

The cashier raised an eyebrow, "That'll be $45.50."

Violet nervously ran her card through the teller machine as the cashier finished filling the bags. Then she realized Button was playing with her pussy, and she angrily pulled her sister's arm out of her pants in front of the crowd in line.

"Button, grab some bags..."

The two left the store as store customers stared at them. No more local shops, Violet swore to herself.

After loading the back seat of their sedan, they climbed in front. Immediately, Button reached into the front of Violet's jeans. "Hold on! Hold on!" she tried to say wrestling with the fly buttons to open her pants. "Wait! You'll ruin them if you don't let me unbutton them!"

Pulling the pants to her knees, Violet raised one leg enough for her sister to lean down and bury her face in the girl's crotch. Violet sat back in the driver's seat until the sister was sated. As the patrons left the store, one by one, those close enough to where she was parked, glimpsed in her direction.

What they saw was Violet leaning back in her seat and Buttons hips and shoulders bent over the center counsel gently rocking back and forth. Mrs. Gant passed flashing a nervous wave and then quickly turning her head away from the unnatural display.

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When Button wanted to go on a picnic with Devin, Violet had to first locate a secluded area where no one she may know could possibly recognize her.

It was a summer Sunday morning when Button had already packed the sandwiches, drinks and blanket. Violet drove them to the secluded area. After hiking an easy trail to a hidden lake in the mountains, Violet led her sister around a blind turn where there was a grassy knoll that led to the water's edge.