Foreword
: This story has nine chapters of about this length. The first four chapters are one-on-one with each family member, with dialogue suggesting faux incest. The last four chapters involve actual incest and group sex, including father-daughter, mother-son, and brother-sister. There are mild to moderate fetish elements, including feet, restraints, anal play, and spanking.
The Foundling
Chapter 9: One Happy Family
"So this is just how things are going to be now?" Howard asked, knowing he sounded kind of plaintive. His family was gathered in their living room, and he was the only one wearing anything like real clothes. His wife and youngest daughter were on the sofa, making out with one another, and occasionally dipping a finger into each other's pussies. Betty, as she now preferred to be called, had on high heels and a choker; Abbie wore nothing, although someone had scribed 'SPANK ME' in big letters on her ass, which she was waving in the air. On the other side of the room, Jake was seated on a recliner with Shannon standing over him. She was bent at the hips, smothering his face with her butt while tugging on his member. His middle child giggled at Howard while winking.
"No need to pretend you don't love it, Daddy!" Shannon said with a smile. "Your boner is popping out of your pants, you're so happy to see us!"
Howard grunted with embarrassment, not sure why he had thought his erection would be a secret when he was dressed only in boxers. He reached down to try tucking himself away, but his hand started stroking the shaft unbidden. He gritted his teeth, partly from frustration and partly from the pleasure, no matter how reluctant he was to experience it. Shannon beamed brightly at his predicament and beckoned him with one hand.
"Come over here and let me suck your dick, please, Daddy!" she chirped.
Powerless to resist such an invitation, or perhaps a demand, Howard sighed and slipped out of his only garment, walking closer. Shannon took him in her mouth as soon as he arrived, making him groan and mutter, "Fuck. Yes. Oh, this is so wrong." He could feel his elder daughter trying to giggle again even as she blew him.
"I wanna see Daddy pound Jake's butt with his cock!" mewled Abbie from the other side of the room. Howard's sphincter clenched reflexively, and it felt kind of like his balls were trying to climb back into his body. However reluctant he was to fuck his daughters, at least until he surrendered to the moment, his reaction to the idea of fucking his son was dizziness and nausea. He prayed that the other women wouldn't demand the same thing, worried his resistance might crumble in the face of such unanimity, and not trusting that Jake would refuse if Shannon told him to bend over.
"Maybe some other time!" Betty said, slapping Abbie's ass roughly. "We've got a different plan for today, as you well know."
Abbie pouted for a moment but then dismounted her mother and sat down next to her. Howard's attention was momentarily divided between his blowjob, and the sight of his wife and youngest daughter sitting side-by-side with their legs spread wide open. His eyes couldn't help but zero in on the glistening pink folds of Abbie's tender pussy, and the suggestive 'Daddy's Girl' tattoo on her mound.
Shannon pushed her hands against Howard's hips, forcing him to step back. She pulled away from his dick with a slurping noise and then released Jake's face from her buns, leaving him looking dazed and gasping for breath. Giggling the whole time, she strutted over to the couch and forced her way into the middle of Abbie and Betty. She reached down with both hands, using her fingers to spread their lower lips wide open, and said, "Time to make some cream pies!"
Howard's cock throbbed and bounced, and he looked at the ladies in disbelief. All three were smiling; Abbie was wiggling with impatience and playing with her breasts, while Betty simply leaned back, waiting to be fucked. Howie swallowed convulsively, then started walking toward his wife.
"No, no, no, silly!" said Shannon, laughing merrily. "
Your
dick goes in Little Sister's tight little cunt!
Big Brother
will fuck Mommy's pussy!"
"Yes!" Abigail whined, wriggling even more. "Fuck my bratty little hole, Daddy! Fill me up with your spunk! Oh, I can't wait for sister to lick it out of me! Or maybe Mommy will! I don't care! Daddy, please, stuff your naughty baby girl with your cock!"
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"Ooh, Jacob, your dick feels so good in me!" Betty moaned, moving her hips a little to compensate for her son's relatively jerky thrusting. A tiny voice inside her head was metaphorically ripping its hair out in frustration and shame, but with each new stab of Jake's cock it subsided a little more. She hummed and moaned happily, feeling Shannon's fingers rubbing her clit roughly, in time to the rhythm she and her son were still trying to develop.
Betty had gotten so used to being restrained during sex lately that she didn't quite know what to do with her hands. They wandered aimlessly across her own skin, as well as those of her son and elder daughter, but in a touristy kind of way, never really stopping to appreciate where they were. She found it increasingly distracting, and it wasn't helping her get in sync with Jake's pounding hips.
"You seem kind of lost, Mommy," whispered Shannon into Betty's ear, pausing her delightful finger-work and making the older woman whine with disappointment. "Too much freedom, do you think?" Betty saw the mischievous glint in the girl's eye, but it was far too late for her to think of disagreeing, so she simply bit her lower lip and nodded her head. "I know just what to do!" the younger woman assured her. "Put your hands behind your head!"
Shannon smiled as her mother obeyed, then reached into the cushions of the couch and extracted a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Betty moaned with pleasure at the feeling of the restraints being secured around her wrists, then gasped with surprise when the foundling somehow attached them to her choker as well, which apparently had a chain hidden inside the soft velvet covering. Having her arms trapped like that was almost like being on a leash, as every movement resulted in tugging and tightening around her neck. "Oh, fuck!" Betty wailed as her arousal ratcheted up alarmingly with each such wrenching pull.
"There! Isn't that much better?" Shannon asked with a grin, tweaking one of her mother's rigid nipples.
"Yes, princess, Mommy loves being cuffed!" Betty said, cringing slightly at referring to herself in such a way, but unable to deny the truth.