Heaven

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.

That morning, I woke up Cindy, abruptly, by shoving two fingers up her bare, unprepared twat.

"Oh fuck," she squirmed, grabbing both her naked tits and squeezing them roughly.

"Wakie wakie, little whore," I whispered as I fingered the shit out of her, making her moan and squirm.

In response, she let go of her tits, grabbed the headboard with both hands and pulled up her legs, completely opening herself up to me -- and especially my fingers.

"Shiiiitttt," she squealed.

"Open your mouth," I commanded as I pulled my fingers out of her, unexpectedly -- frustrating her.

As she complied, I stuffed my two wet fingers in her piehole and let her taste herself.

"That's a good little cunt," I whispered, "Are you ready for the worst, best day of your pathetic life?"

As she eagerly kept sucking her own cunt juices off my fingers, she furiously nodded her head.

I told her to get dressed in a ridiculous, yellow-white, polka dotted bathing suit and then headed down. When she came down about five minutes later, she found everyone at -- or at least near -- the breakfast table. Maureen was leaning clear across it, leaning on her elbows, French-kissing Samuel while getting ass-fucked by Noah. I was under the table and was polishing dad's knob through his open bathrobe. Mom was sitting on a chair, looking on.

As soon as he saw Cindy walking in, Samuel broke the kiss with his mother and gasped.

"Hey Jamie, I know it's her special day and everything, but can I cum on her?"

I took dad's cock out of my mouth for a moment and replied, "Of course. Just don't give her too much pleasure."

"You got it!" he replied as he got up, grabbed Cindy by the hand and maneuvered her onto her hands and knees, placing her right next to the table, her ass towards him. He whipped his cock out of his shorts and got on his knees behind her, jacking off, as his free hand wandered over her tits and her ass, through her bathing suit.

Mom, always keen to increase one's suffering and frustration, picked up her chair and placed it right in front of Cindy. She then opened her bathrobe, sat down and scooted forward, pushing her naked twat against my sister's face.

"Oh, for crying out loud," Cindy whined, her voice somewhat muffled.

As he was glancing over at his little girl getting abused right next to him, dad's cock started getting harder and fatter with every passing moment. Just when he was about to blow his load in my mouth, there was a loud knock on the glass sliding doors. Talk about timing...

I could have easily finished him off -- but, being a spiteful cunt, I didn't. Instead, I poked my head up, looked at the clock -- which read half past ten -- and jumped up, backing away and chuckling at dad's frustration.

"Ah, Simon's here," I whispered, as I walked over to the sliding doors.

"Good morning to you all," Simon said as I let him in, "I am a little early... I hope that's okay?"

"Sis," I called out, "Simon is here to borrow you for a few hours."

Confused, she poked her head up.

"Go ahead, I'll finish off mom and Samuel," I offered.

Surprised and curious, she got up and walked over.

"Here she is, Simon," I said, ignoring his right hand on my left tit.

"So, I'll bring her back around lunch?" he asked, talking about her as if she was an object.

"A little sooner if possible, her next assignment is at twelve," I replied.

"I'll try," he grinned as he lustfully looked her up and down -- in her preposterous bathing suit -- and then slapped her ass, indicating that she should move and follow him, which she did.

"Ok, have fun Simon," I said, as I walked them out.

"Have fun Simon," mom shouted as I closed the sliding doors behind them. The fact that we'd both added his name to that sentence, indicated that we didn't care much about Cindy's pleasure.

"What was that all about?" Samuel asked, still on his knees, waiting for me.

"Gangbang," I replied as I walked around the table again and took Cindy's previous position, pushing my face into mom's twat and presenting my ass to an impatient Samuel.

"You, I can fuck hard and deep, right?" he asked, stroking my clit with his fingers.

"Like a little bitch, if you please," I replied, before ramming my tongue up mom's cunt.

"Done!," he replied, roughly shoving his dick up my ass. He banged me hard and fast, and fucked himself to a wild finish in less than two minutes. While I continued licking mom's snatch, Noah finished up in Maureen's ass. After the brothers -- satisfied for now -- took their leave, Maureen turned to dad and gave him a pity handjob.

She tugged his half-flaccid dick, carelessly and absentmindedly milking him, until it started spewing and leaking cum onto the floor. From the very second he was done cumming -- I actually think there was still a little spunk left in his tube -- Maureen let go and walked out of the room as well. Barely thirty seconds later, dad limped out of the room as well, leaving me alone with mom.

However, once she was alone with me, mom quickly got bored and nudged me away. I got up, splashed some water in my face at the kitchen sink and relaxed in the living room with a cup of coffee and a magazine.

Around eleven -- barely forty minutes later -- I got a call on my cell phone, from Jason.

"Hey James," he started, "Where's Cindy?"

"She's uh... fucking a buck load of guys next door..." I replied, bluntly, "Why?"

"Tamara just called. She can't do 12.30, she wants to reschedule to 11.30"

"Fucking hell Jason," I replied, "This really screws up my planning."

"You wanna talk to her? I can give you her number if you..."

"No, it's fine... we'll make it work. I'll go and get Cindy," I sighed, annoyed.

I hung up, cursing Tamara for not sticking to the plan as I walked out and crossed into Simon's yard. There, I noticed that the door to his shed was open and I heard grunting and moaning, along with several male voices. As I walked over, Simon came barging out of the house. He was wearing nothing but a shirt, his half-hard cock dangling between his legs.

"Hey Jamie, what's up?" he asked.

"Looking for my sister, douche bag," I replied, not even slowing down as I maneuvered around him.

"Why?" We're not done with her yet," he shouted, realizing that he wasn't going to stop me.

"Sorry Simon, something's come up... her next assignment has been moved forward."

When I stepped into the shed, I was greeted with a sordid, but not completely unexpected sight. Cindy's bathing suit was on the floor, and my sister herself -- the little slut -- was sitting on the working bench, her back thumping rhythmically against the wall. She had her legs opened wide and was taking a hard fucking from one of the guys. There were three more guys queueing, jacking their dicks, waiting for their turn.

Her eyes shot open, and although she was clearly surprised, she didn't act the least bit embarrassed.

"Hi [grunt] Jamie," she moaned.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah!!" she squealed, wrapping her arms extra tight around the guy doing her and thrusting her hips extra hard back at him for a few seconds.

"Time to wrap things up, your next assignment has been moved forward," I clarified coldly.

"Can I at least [grunt] finish them off?" she sighed as she signaled towards the guys queueing in front of her.

"I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"How many?" I asked as I turned towards Simon.

"So far... nine," he replied, "There's twelve more in the house."

"Yeah, they're going to have to take a rain check," I said, wrapping my right hand around his half-flaccid dick.

"Fair enough," he said, gasping.

"Did you do her yet?" I asked, as I slowly began massaging his shaft, rubbing it up and down.

More than a little shocked that I was coming onto him, he asked, "You're not angry?"

"Why would I be angry?"

"You... you called me a douche bag," he stammered.

"But you are a douche bag, Simon,?" I chuckled.

"Then why are you..." he started to ask, looking down at my hand, stroking his now almost fully erect cock.

"Simon," I interrupted him, "Did you do her yet?"

"Yeah, I was the first one," he stammered, "I uh... fucked her up her butt in the kitchen, before taking her out to the shed."

"See, that's all I needed to know," I whispered, as I sank to my knees and eagerly wolfed his cock down. I promptly and passionately started sucking him off, eager to taste my sister's ass.

"Oh fuck," Simon whined, barely half a minute later, clearly not ready for such a zealous blowjob, "Shit, Jamie... oh... oh fuck, I am... oh yes... Jamie, I am going..."

A little annoyed with his incessant and useless yapping, I took his cock out and aimed the tip at the center of my face, saying, "Yes Simon, I know... just give it to me already!"

My casual and detached statement only added fuel to Simon's already explosive state. He arched his back and began spraying his vile load in my face. I moved his cock left and right, up and down, making sure he splattered every inch of it. At that moment, the guy fucking Cindy climaxed loudly and started banging extra hard against the wooden wall, causing a few hand tools -- hanging on that wall -- to fall down.

As I was rubbing the tip of his cock into my left eye, squeezing out the last drops, one of Simon's house guests stumbled into the shed, probably planning on joining the queue for my whore sister.

Simon turned as I continued wiping his cock all over my face and into my eyes and said, "Sorry dude, change of plan... the whore is done... she's got to go, double booking and all."

"What, hey, no fair," the new arrival whined. At that moment, the next guy shoved his cock up Cindy's cunt and started shafting her callously, making her squeal and moan instantly.

"Look, I'll ask Caroline to step in when she gets back, okay?" Simon offered.

"That's at least another two hours. What about this slut?" the new guy asked, pointing at me.

I smiled and got up to have a good look at him, with just one eye -- as I had used Simon's cum to rub my left eye shut. He was better looking than Simon, hung like a mule, and he probably had better stamina too. And yet, I denied myself the chance of a decent fuck, by saying, "Sorry, I just wanted Simon's load."

God, I felt like such a stupid twat!

"I'll go and calm down the troops," Simon said as he pushed the new arrival out, along with him. I looked on as Cindy got banged and smashed against the wall over and over again. With two more guys waiting their turn, I realized that I had some time to mess with Simon and get him into some more trouble.

"Cin, when you're done, meet me back in the house," I said as I walked out. I crossed Simon's backyard and entered his house through the back door, where he was talking to about eight guys, trying to explain the situation. I walked straight up to him and got on my knees, pressing my slut face against his nutsack.

"Fuck yeah," one of the guests roared, "Is this the gangbang slut?"

"No, that's..." Simon clarified, "... her sister."

"Who cares. I just need something to fuck," another guest spoke up, dangling his big, fat, impressive, yummy looking cock in front of my face.

"Like I told your friend," I whispered as I licked Simon's tiny cock, "There's only one dick I want!"

"Fucking hell, girl," the guest replied, pumping his fat shaft. With about ten sets of confused eyes on me, I then swallowed Simon's completely flaccid cock and started suckling on it.

I was determined to degrade and demean myself by being a complete whore for him, even though he -- let's face it -- didn't have the least bit of interest in me, or in getting his cock serviced again so soon.

"Fuck, I need pussy," one of the other guests grunted, clearly agitated.

I glanced over at him and noticed his enormous cock in his left hand. I smiled, feeling even dumber for denying myself such big and able cocks. As Simon's limp dick was hardly responding, I realized that I was going to be there a while -- probably a little longer than expected.

"Why don't you try the whore out back?" I grinned.

"What about our time being up?" one of the guys asked.

"Well, it looks like you've got another couple of minutes," I replied, holding Simon's flaccid dick up for everyone to see, "Besides, you guys are fucking her one at a time... she's got three holes, you know!"

"Hell yeah," one of them shouted as they all walked out, leaving me alone with Simon.

"That was pretty mean..." he whispered, "... telling them to gang fuck your sister!"

"Mmmm," I grunted, not even taking my mouth off of his small dick.

"You do realize that I am not going to get hard anytime soon, right," Simon inquired.

"God, I hope not!" I moaned loudly around his dick.

"Stupid whore," he chuckled, caressing my head.

And, as if my predicament wasn't humiliating enough already, I used my free hand -- the one not wrapped around his tiny dick -- to reach under my top and unhook my bra. After coarsely squeezing my tits for about a minute or so and getting myself even more worked up, I reached down in between my wide-open legs and started rubbing my pussy through my delicate panties.

As I continued sucking and tugging on Simon's flaccid shaft, I tried to imagine what his guests were doing to my slut sister. Another couple of minutes later, I was so raunchy that I actually slid two fingers up my twat and started lewdly abusing myself -- humiliating myself even further. And still, nothing happened to Simon's dick... I felt like such a dumb bitch!

Eight or nine minutes later, several guys came stumbling back in. They'd had their fun with my sister and were in desperate need of some rehydration. After watching me play with myself and trying to pleasure Simon's limp dick for a little while, they all moved into the common room -- no longer horny enough to keep their focus.

I never did get his dick fully hard again, but I did manage to make him spurt -- a really disappointing amount of cum, I might add -- in my mouth. I swallowed and got up, feeling even more frustrated and horny than when I'd gotten started, as I'd made sure not to finish myself off.

Leaving a fully drained Simon sitting on his chair in the kitchen, I walked out and headed back to the shed, where I found Cindy on all fours, getting fucked up the ass by one of the guests. With her left hand placed on the floor for support, she was using her right one to jack off a second guy. There were four more guys waiting for a turn.

It was 11.21. I needed a quick way out.

"Okay fella's, time's up. We really need to be going," I announced, "Now!"

As expected, there was a lot of protest -- especially from the guy fucking her up the butt.

"How would you guys like to fuck a married woman right in front of her husband?" I asked, casually.

"Yeah, that 'd be great, but Caroline's not home yet," he replied, as he reluctantly pulled out of Cindy.

"Who said anything about Caroline? I am talking about our mom... next door," I clarified.

"Are you kidding me?" he replied, his interest clearly roused.

"James, what the hell," Cindy whispered, shocked as she shot me a dirty look.

"Come with me," I said, leading the gang out of the shed. Cindy, stark naked, curiously followed suit.

As luck would have it, mom and dad were in the kitchen, caressing and fondling one another, about to get down to business. I casually escorted the whole gang in, ruining the moment.

"Jamie, what the hell?" dad shouted, as he blatantly stared at the cum, drying on my face.

I ignored him and addressed mom.

"I need you to let 'm fuck you... in front of dad," I blurted out, unashamed.

"All of them?" mom asked, a little shocked, looking over at the six horny guys. Two of them -- the ones who'd been doing Cindy before I'd interrupted them -- had their hard, throbbing dicks hanging out.

"There's more of them next door," I added. Poor dad was at an absolute loss for words...

"Fine, but they'd better be quick. I don't wanna be doing this all day," mom replied as she pushed her skirt down, causing it to fall down to the ground -- showing everyone her bare cunt.

"Wha... Cynthia, no... we were..." dad whined, not particularly in a sharing mood.

"I am sorry, honey," mom whispered, using her baby voice, as she got on her back on the table and spread her legs wide, "I guess you'll have to wait your turn, just like everyone else."

As the guy, who'd been fucking Cindy up the ass less than two minutes ago, stepped up to the table and rammed his hard cock up mom's easy twat, I grabbed Cindy by the arm and pulled her into the hallway. Confident that mom could handle the situation from here on out, I grabbed the car keys and pushed my -- stark naked -- sister out of the house and towards the car.

"There are some clothes for you in the backseat," I informed her as I got behind the wheel.

Cindy sat down next to me, on the passenger's seat and reached back, grabbing the black sports bag I had prepared the day before.

"Where are we going?" she asked, as she opened the bag and looked inside.

"You'll see," I grinned, as I started the car and drove off.

Calmly, she started taking items out of the bag, holding them up and looking at them, one by one.

First, a white top with the words "DUMB WHORE" written on the front, in red lipstick.

Then, a pair of pink panties, with the words "TRASH CUNT" on the crotch section, in black pen.

And finally, a pair of knee-highs, unsophisticated, white socks, with the word "BITCH" on them, again in red lipstick.

"Subtle," Cindy chuckled as she put away the empty black sports bag.

"Hey, don't look at me. That's not my handwriting," I said, returning the smile. She looked at the items again, realizing that I was right. She hadn't caught onto that yet. Intrigued, her mind started racing.

It was clearly a female handwriting, but she had no idea whose it was. She knew better than to ask, so she simply started putting the outfit on, taking great care not to smudge the insults written on them. When I parked in front of Lorna's place, she visibly relaxed a little bit, probably thinking she knew exactly what was going on.

She now probably thought that it was Lorna's handwriting. Cindy had been a cheap whore for her mother-in-law-to-be more times than she'd actually pleasured her fiancé, and so she undoubtedly figured that whatever I had planned next, would be a walk in the park.

I escorted her in, through the back door and about twenty seconds later, the two of us were standing right outside Jason's bedroom door. I knocked. About five seconds later, there was little knock back -- signaling that we were good to go.

"Close your eyes and don't open them 'till I say so, okay, you little slut?"

"Understood," she replied, feeling very much at ease, and even a little overconfident.

I opened the door and guided Cindy in, leading her to the middle of the room.

"Okay, open up," I whispered. The confident, relaxed smile on my sister's face quickly disappeared as she not only saw Jason standing there, stark naked, sporting one of the biggest boners he had ever had -- courtesy of a little blue pill, which shall go unnamed -- but also her arch-enemy Tamara, on his bed, naked from the waist down.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed, turning her head towards me and shooting me a furious look -- suddenly realizing who's handwriting it was on her clothes. Tamara was gorgeous and as easy as pie. Unfortunately, she was also a hateful, backstabbing bitch, bent on causing trouble wherever she could.