This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female-female sex, male-female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, nonconsent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the legal age of consent, which means they are adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all of the acts portrayed herein.
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This is a story about Dan Jones and his twin children, James and Jamie. Dan is a tough disciplinarian. He has raised his children to obey his rules without question. The punishment is always severe and humiliating. Dan recently resorted to paddling them naked. Both twins have witnessed the other getting paddled bare-assed since they turned eighteen. They were always leaning over a bench, counter, chair, or whatever object supported them while their father laid into their asses with a thick leather-covered paddle.
Occasionally, they have witnessed their mother, Jane, in such a compromising position as well. For as long as she could remember, Jamie often felt sorry for her mother as she was being paddled in front of her children. When one was paddled, the others had to watch.
Both children, now eighteen have seen their mother punished many times as their father paddled her for some infraction of the rules.
They have also seen each other being punished for an infraction. Dan felt that pain and humiliation should go hand in hand for the best results. Recently, Jamie felt sorry for James as well. He would often achieve an erection from being paddled. James would be mortified, and secretly, Jamie would get wet seeing his erect penis.
They all had to watch. Both women were well endowed with nice-sized breasts and well-flared hips. Yes, Jamie was a mirror image of her mother.
They lived in the southern Colorado Highlands. The winters were mild and the summers were hot. The women were expected to do house chores and help on the farm. James was expected to help his father with the cows and farming.
Unknown to James, Jamie would often get wet between her legs when her father paddled her upturned ass. James may not have seen it, but it never went unnoticed by their father.
Like her mother, she would get sexually excited during punishment.
James, however, would get an eyeful of both their breasts, hair-covered vaginas, and shapely asses.
The sight of which never failed to produce a raging hard-on that he would have to go off and masturbate until he dumped his seed in the dirt behind or in one of the many outbuildings on the farm.
It wasn't any different for Jamie. She would sneak off and rub her hot twat until she obtained a climax. Jamie also knew that her mother would do the same in her bedroom. If her mother didn't give herself relief with her fingers, it was because their father was busy stuffing their mother's cunt with his hard-on.
There was a door connecting her and her mom's and dad's bedrooms. She would peek through the keyhole, watching her father's big cock plunge in and out of her mother while she stuffed her fingers into her cunt slit and rubbed furiously to get a climax.
One day, James ran down through the field, screaming frantically about their father. He fell out of the tractor and it ran over him. We called for an ambulance, but by the time it arrived, Dan was dead from his injuries and loss of blood. It was a very dark time for the family. Although Dan was hard on them, they loved him.
James was now in charge. He had to hire a farm hand to replace our father, and he also became our disciplinarian. Mom fell into a slump, and I couldn't do all the work. James got angry and grabbed Mom, pushing her over the kitchen table and ripping her cotton underwear off of her. He then proceeded to paddle her until she was sobbing uncontrollably. He then looked at both of us and said, in the same tone as our father, "You two shut up and do your chores around here, or so help me, I'll tear the skin off your asses.
He then walked out to the barn. I followed him a few minutes later to witness him stroking his hard cock and spewing his seed on the ground. I tried to leave quietly but knocked over a pitchfork and froze in my tracks.
He pushed up against me and I felt his hard cock against my ass. I screamed, "You're my brother." He reached around again and kept rubbing my clit. I started moaning and unconsciously pushed my ass back at him. He speared my vagina with his hard cock in one swift motion, tearing my hymen to shreds and sinking into the depths of my cunt.
I gasped in shock and a moment of sharp pain, then realized I had lost my innocence to my twin brother. His meaty hard cock got stuck in my newly deflowered vagina. He started rutting on me like a bull on a cow. humping in and out as he mauled my breasts. I grunted and climaxed on his fleshy hunk of male meat.
Unable to contain my sexual excitement, I screamed out, "Yes, fuck me, James," as I pushed my ass back into his thrusting hips. He grabbed my waist and plunged into me as he released his sperm to coat my insides. I felt the warmth of his semen like hot lava seeping down to leak out around the union of our incestuous lust.
What we heard next was the shrieking of our mother, Jane, as she witnessed James plundering my sex-ravished pussy and filling it with his seed. He pulled out as she screamed, "How could you?" She then said, "You violated your sister."
He stepped towards her, and she turned to run. James kicked off his pants and underwear and ran quickly, catching up with Mom halfway between the barn and the house. He tackled her and grabbed her by the hair as he dragged her to the barn. Once inside, he tied her next to me and tore her dress down and off of her, leaving her in a bra and underwear.
He then cut off her bra and watched along with me as her tits spilled out of the now-ruined garment. He then cut her underwear down each side and watched as they floated to the floor like a fallen flag of surrender. He nuzzled into her back as he probed her pussy with his fingers.
