This story involves Incest and Interracial Sex.
This is a quickie, a very short story intentionally kept under two thousand words to make it a quick read. As such, it can't possibly be arousing. There is sex in the story, and the sex is somehow integral in how events play out, but it's not arousing. That's not the goal. It is a story, first and foremost. Measure it's value on the punch the story packs, and the entertainment it provides, not on how much it excites you, because it probably won't.
— The Author
Abby watched as her brother's naked, hulking, black form hovered, hesitating, over the splayed form of creamy, petite Miss Tara. The three of them labored to move, or even breathe, in the hot, humid Georgian air, under a baking hot Georgian sun, on the cool green Georgian grass. A strong summer breeze whipped over them all, rippling Miss Tara's dark, curly locks of hair and the folds of Miss Tara's upraised skirts as she awaited her favorite big, black stud's cock.
Miss Tara was a year younger than Abby, who was in turn younger than Ben, yet she was in charge. As wicked as this all was, as wrong as she knew in her heart that it was, Abby and Ben had no say. They did as they were told, or their lives would be hell on this good earth.
Abby glanced at Ben's dark brown cock, the color of rich earth, hard and thick and gloriously upright, with a curve like the scythes that they used seven days a week to harvest crops in the fields. At least, that's what they'd do when Miss Tara wasn't forcing them to play with her.
She'd made them play games for more than twenty years now. When they had been young, the games were tea parties and fancy balls. As Miss Tara grew older, after she had turned from a child to a girl to a woman, after she had come of age, the games became more wicked. It had been fun, once, being the favorites of the master's daughter. Throughout their youth they'd even thought of her as their friend.
Their mother had warned them not to be fools.
Now, as often as not, Miss Tara made Abby noisily lick her pale, pink pussy while Ben was forced to watch, ordered to stroke his own cock as Miss Tara eyed it greedily. When that grew old, she made Ben fuck Abby, in her presence, as if they were putting on a show. She'd clap and giggle and cheer as they both came, almost, but not quite, against their will.
It didn't matter to her that Ben and Abby were brother and sister. They'd steadfastly refused the first time, and paid a bitter price when Miss Tara told her daddy they'd disobeyed her orders to get her a glass of lemonade. Miss Tara grinned evilly at them as they were whipped, knowing that the next time they would do as they were told.
Today Miss Tara was going further.
Ben's cock glistened with Abby's own slick pussy juices and spit. Miss Tara had squealed with glee, urging him on, ordering him to continue, as he'd fucked Abby like a dog for her pleasure. As Ben's cock spread and filled his sister's pussy, Miss Tara told them how they looked, what she saw, and how wet it made her.
She told Abby how happy she looked to feel his cock inside her. She told Ben how taut and strong his body looked as he held himself rigidly tensed behind his sister, thrusting into her with a lust he brought from the jungles of Africa. She politely commented on how their skin reminded her of roasted coffee beans, making them look like two rutting animals, too sinful and ignorant to know any better.
She told Ben to fuck his sister hard for everyone's entertainment, his own, Miss Tara's, and Abby's, too. Ben had to do it, and Abby had to do it. She even ordered Abby to enjoy it, so she had to at least play the part, and hated herself for knowing that it wasn't all play acting.
"Fuck me, Ben. Fuck my cunny hard."
"That's right, boy, fuck your negro sister good. Fuck, your cock looks like a big, dark ol' tree trunk slice'n in an' out o' yo' sister's cunt. It looks like a damp, dark fence post be'n hammered into the muddy, brown soil."
She grinned as she said it, pleased with her own creative insights.
"Oh, yo' cock is so good, Ben," Abby cried. "My cunny loves yo' big cock so much."
"That's right. Fuck her. Brother and sister animals can fuck, because they don't know any better. You don't even know that incest is wrong. Keep going. Tell him to fuck his sister, girl."
"Fuck me, Ben," She whimpered softly into his neck.
Miss Tara slapped her, hard and painfully. The sting of it was unexpectedly good, and irrationally exciting.
"Tell him."
"Fuck me, Big Broth'a. Fuck yo' baby sist'a hard and good. You fuck yo' sist'a so good."
Abby was shocked when Ben quickly came inside of her at the sound of her evil words. He was embarrassed, and she was embarrassed for him, that as soon as she'd started her disgusting pleas it excited him, pushing him quickly over the edge. She loved him so much, and he her. He was the only person in the world she could count on for some measure of protection, and it shamed her to know that, in some ways, she was grateful to Miss Tara for making them do this, to and with each other, something they never would or could do on their own. She tried to hide a contented smile as he uncontrollably emptied his incestuous cum into her.
She rolled onto her back, and he lay atop her, exhausted, as she embraced his warm, taught, sinew backed flesh, wrapping her legs and arms around the broad shield of his body. Almost with a will of its own, his cock slipped mischievously into her again, and she was shamefully grateful for it. Her own fingers raced over the bumps and ripples of the riot of scars across his back, as his own labor built muscles, huge and irresistible, clenched and bulged. He continued to move subtly inside of her while squeezing the breath from her as he fought to control his own panting.
But that wasn't enough for Miss Tara. She had a sharp gleam of lustful desire in her own dark eyes. Of the three, it was she that had the look of an animal. It was her lust that was wicked and sinful. Abby was sure she would have to lick Miss Tara again. She steeled herself against the coming embarrassment.
Instead she ordered Abby to clean her brother's cock with her tongue. Even her dark skin didn't hide her blush.
"Does it taste like caramel, Abby? Does your brother's brown sugar cock taste sweet?"
