Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
Warning! The sex described in this story is extremely casual. There are also a lot of incestuous encounters. If any of this bothers you, I advise you to read another story. If not, enjoy!
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Who-is-who: (returning characters)
Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister Cindy, who is engaged to Jason.
Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.
Their neighbors are Simon and Caroline.
Mark has a sister, Maureen. Her two boys are Samuel and Noah.
Malcolm has made the transfer from the "Just a cumrag"-series.
Miranda is Cindy's best friend. Her sister is Suzie.
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She was butt naked, toweling herself off.
"Morning cunt," I whispered as I walked in.
"Good morning Jamie," she replied, slightly annoyed, but unwilling to start a fight.
I informed her of Suzie's party and the fact that Jason was invited as well.
"Where is Jason anyway?" I asked.
"How the fuck should I know?" she whispered, obviously not giving a damn.
"All right then," I replied, "We'll swing by his place and check it out."
"Oh, will we now?" Cindy asked defiantly, "Who put you in charge all of a sudden?"
"You did," I grinned, "When you made me your maid of honor. The bachelorette party is tomorrow... and I need you all rallied up and horny as fuck, so you can get completely and utterly destroyed!"
Surprised and a little shocked, she just gawked at me for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"So... no dick for you today," I grinned, "No sucking, no fucking... no orgasms."
"What?" she whined disappointed, as the reality of her situation began to dawn on her, "But I've got errands to run. What if someone needs servicing?"
"Don't worry," I replied, "I'll be with you the whole time. I'll provide whatever services are required. You won't have to lift a finger."
"Lucky me," she whispered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I escorted her to her room where we both put on a short skirt and a flimsy top. I clasped a red bracelet on her right wrist -- indicating that she was off limits today.
On our way down, we ran into a naked Samuel, his hard dick sticking out a like a sore thumb.
"Ah, just what I was looking for," he grinned as he grabbed his dong, "Fresh pussy."
Before Cindy could react, I jumped out in front of her and grabbed Samuel's dick.
"These pussies have somewhere to be," I said as I started jerking him off with my right hand, while I wriggled the index finger of my left hand up his ass and started massaging his prostate, just like that.
"Wha... oh fuck," he gasped, surprised, "I... oh... shit... you're... oh fuck!"
He continued moaning and whining for the next forty seconds.
When I felt him started to tremble, I instantly pulled my finger out of his ass and moved my stroking hand all the way down to the base of his shaft, stretching the skin of his cock and thereby providing him with considerable discomfort. I simply cut him off from all friction as I looked him dead in the eye.
"Oh Jamie," he moaned, realizing what I was doing.
"You don't mind if I ruin it for you, do you Sammy?" I whispered in an excited, ridiculing voice. His sperm left his balls and rushed up his tube, but had no way out. He grunted and whined for a moment, but quickly realized that his orgasm was ruined beyond all hope. Once it was over, I released my grip just a little bit -- allowing his pent-up cum to drip out of his piss hole.
"Fuck, that's so hot!" Cindy whispered, glancing down at his trembling body. I kept my hand wrapped around his shrinking dick until it was too small to hold.
"I ruined it good, didn't I, Sammy boy?" I chuckled, mocking him further.
"Shiiiit," he whispered as he slid down the wall, collapsing on his ass on one of the stairs, drained but completely unsatisfied.
Cindy and I headed down and passed by the kitchen, where I quickly washed my hands. After putting on some shoes -- and ignoring the fucking sounds coming from the living room -- I grabbed the car keys and we snuck out of the house.
About six minutes later, we pulled up to Jason's place and parked out front. We didn't ring the doorbell, but instead just went around the back. On the kitchen floor, we found one of Lorna's skirts, completely ripped, along with a blouse and a bra. There was a lot of dried up cum on the grey, metallic fridge door.
The beige, room high drapes from the patio had been pulled down and stuffed in the dishwasher, which was half-open. In the dining room, several chairs were knocked over and the chandelier had been pulled out of its ceiling supports -- probably from swinging from it. The resulting pieces were scattered all over the dining room table as well as the entire floor.
"What the..." Cindy whispered, shocked.
Things only got worse from there. I swear, if I live to be a hundred, I'll never forget the sight of that living room. The large couch had been moved to the center of the room. The cushions, blankets and the smaller pillows had been taken out and thrown all over the place. Most of them were covered in dried up cock and cunt juice.
The glass coffee table had been thrown and shattered against the wall. The two abstract pictures which normally hung above the couch, were now on the floor, smashed to pieces. On the other wall, three small light fixtures had been pulled clean out of the wall and were hanging loose by their wiring.
I counted three used dildo's throughout the room. There was also an empty jar of lube on the floor, along with a gag ball and a pair of handcuffs. The TV, finally, was on the floor in the hallway. The large LED screen had been pierced about a dozen times with black, slutty stiletto heels. I knew they were black as one of the heels was still lodged into the cracked screen, right next to a big glob of sperm.
"Jesus Christ," Cindy whispered, absentmindedly playing with her right nipple.
"Well, now we know why he didn't show up," I quipped as I gawked down at the TV, "This seems like a lot more fun than our lame family BBQ."
We took off our shoes and walked up the stairs, looking for Jason.
In the night hall, we found more cracked paintings on the floor, a white halter top ripped to shreds and a pair of light grey panties. As we tiptoed towards the door of the master bedroom, which was open, we suddenly heard a toilet flushing. We turned around to see Jason coming out of the upstairs bathroom.
"Wha... oh hi hon, hi Jamie," he whispered, slightly startled, but not the least bit embarrassed.
"Don't hi hon me," Cindy whispered, trying her best to seem annoyed, "Where the hell have you been? And what the hell is all this? The house looks like a hurricane passed through here."
"Mom got a huge bonus at work, so she decided it was time for some redecorating. I am sorry I missed your little party," he replied, pumping his half-hard cock, right in front of us.
"Little pa..." Cindy shrieked, "It was suppose to be our pre-wedd..."
That's as far as she got. Not interested in one of my sister's rants, I bent down, picked up the pair of light grey panties and jammed them into her still moving mouth.
A little shocked, Cindy grunted in protest, but didn't offer any real resistance.
"Don't mind the bitch," I whispered, reaching out and touching Jason's balls, "She's just pissed because she's not allowed to cum today. It's her bachelorette party tomorrow... and I need her as horny as possible."
He looked at her for a moment, grinned and then put his free hand under my skirt to touch my pussy.
"I can still do you, right?" he asked, eliciting another disapproving grunt from Cindy.
"Whatever you need," I smirked, taunting my sister, "How can I be of service?"
"I was just about to go and abuse mom again," he replied, "Care to join me?"
"Lead the way," I smiled.
"Oh fvor cvrying oot luud," Cindy whined, her mouth clogged with Lorna's panties.
Jason led me into the master bedroom, where his mom was sleeping - stark naked, only partially covered by sheets. There were globs of dried up cum on her face and in her hair. I could only imagine the condition the rest of her body was in. As I unzipped my skirt and let it slide onto the floor, Jason kneeled next to the bed, his head now right next to Lorna's face.
