Thanks to Prop69 for the suggestions to continue the story. Please read 'My Niece Anne, My Sister Denise' to understand the relationships. This story has a lot of sex scenes which are all incestuous.
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My phone was blowing up with texts from my sister Denise in New Jersey. "Call me please," she texted three times. I finished up with a client and closed my office door.
"Denise, what's the matter?" I asked.
"Jim...he," Denise cried into the phone,
"he...he was in a horrible accident", she sobbed.
"Is he alright? Hurt badly?" I inquired.
"I...I don't know," Denise stammered. "The doctors haven't said yet."
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Hospital...East Orange," she wept. "Please bring Anne. Come help me," my sister pleaded.
"I will," I assured her. "Next flight I can get."
I ended the call with my sister and stepped out of my office to approach my assistant, Lupe. "Cancel all my appointments for the next two weeks," I instructed Lupe. "Get me two airline tickets to Newark, New Jersey and a rental car."
I stepped back into my office and called Anne. "Get home and pack some things. Your father was in a bad accident and your mother needs us," I told her.
Four hours later, Anne and I were on a flight to Denver where we would change planes for Newark. It was ten o'clock at night when we arrived at the airport in New Jersey. The weather was cold with an icy rain this March night. It had been years since I drove in such inclement weather, so I was very cautious as we headed to the hospital.
Anne and I found Denise in the waiting room bawling uncontrollably. I put my arm around her to console her.
"Mom," Anne asked hesitantly, "is dad going to be alright?"
"I don't know sweetie," Denise replied. "He has been in surgery for eight hours," she explained between tears. Anne and I sat there with Denise for another hour in silence waiting to hear from the doctors.
"Mrs. Howard?" a woman in doctor's scrubs called out. Denise and I stood up and the woman approached us. "I'm Doctor Andrews," she said. Denise and I just looked at her, waiting for her to tell us how Jim was. "I'm sorry," the doctor said sympathetically. "We did all we could. He's gone."
Anne cried and hugged her weeping mother. I spoke with the nurse at the reception desk and took care of all the arrangements. I then called Anne's brother James Junior and gave him the solemn news. He told us that he and his wife would go over to the house and make us something to eat. It had been a long day for us and we never had the chance to nourish ourselves.
I had Anne drive her mother home in Denise's SUV while I followed in the rental car. At least the weather had cleared up some and the roads were empty at three o'clock in the morning. When we arrived at Denise's house, Jim Junior and his wife Laura had prepared us a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon and pancakes. We ate in silence. Exhausted we went to get some sleep. Anne and I slept in different rooms, not sure, if we should display our relationship to the family, especially at such a solemn time.
The next week dragged along while everyone got over the shock of losing Jim. The funeral was set for Friday morning. By then, Denise's spirits seemed to perk up. There was a small reception at the house after the burial. Afterwards, Denise, Anne and I sat in the living room and we each had a glass of wine.
"Thank-you for being respectful around the family," Denise said to Anne and me. "I don't mind if you two sleep together tonight," she added.
"It's OK, mom," Anne told her. "We didn't want to start any rumors."
"Actually, I would like the both of you to sleep with me tonight," Denise confessed.
Anne and I looked at each other not knowing how to respond. "Please," my sister begged. "I need to feel the physical comfort of a warm body."
"You can sleep with George," Anne offered me to her mother. "I don't mind. He was yours before he was mine," my lover stated to let her mother know I had told her all about our incestuous affair when Denise and I were in college.
"George, will you make love to mom?" Anne asked me. "I want you to," she went on. "I want her to heal and I know you are the only other man she loved."
Denise and I looked at each other and then at Anne. I could see the yearning and the sadness in Denise's eyes but I still wasn't sure we could react to each other like we did so long ago.
"Both of you," Anne commanded as she took us each by the hand to stand us up, "come with me." Anne led Denise and I up the stairs to her mother's bedroom. There she began unbuttoning my shirt while my sister stood there frozen. Anne pulled down my pants and my boxer shorts exposing my semi flaccid cock that was beginning to harden.
I stood there and watched as Anne began to undress her mother. When Anne removed Denise's bra exposing those luscious breasts, the lust for my sister returned, my cock became so engorged it almost hurt. Anne pulled down her mother's panties that were visibly wet by now. I saw Denise staring at my raging cock and her fingers reaching to her moistened pussy.
Denise stood before me in all her naked beauty. Anne gave me a light kiss and whispered in my ear, "Take her. She wants you so bad."
Denise and I flopped on the bed embraced in a passionate kiss. Our hands groped each other as if we were teenagers again. I sucked as much of Denise's tit in my mouth as I could fit, nibbling on her hard erect nipple. Denise was massaging my balls and I felt like I couldn't control myself and was about to cum all over her. I moved down on her to release her grip on my throbbing cock and slow down.
I buried my tongue in her slit, savoring her womanly nectar while rubbing on her clit. Her body was writhing uncontrollably as I worked her pussy. I shoved two fingers in her sopping wet hole and rubbed her spongy spot without relenting on her clit that my tongue now mastered.
"Oh god," Denise screamed as her hips bucked and her juices squirted covering my face. I decided that I would perpetuate her orgasm and thrust my cock into her ejaculating pussy. I pounded her hard with an energy that I only had for these two woman. The sensation of her vaginal muscles clenching my cock sent me over the edge. I pumped five streams of my hot semen into her. Denise and I rolled over on our sides with my cock still inside her dripping pussy.
"That was so fucking hot," I heard a voice. I was oblivious to Anne who was still in the room. "I came three times just watching you two," she exclaimed. I looked over to the bottom of the bed where Anne sat naked with a puddle of her cum on the sheet under her swollen pussy lips. Her mom picked her head up and smiled as she saw her daughter.
My cock slipped out of Denise and we laid on our backs as Anne crawled up to us. First, she put my shrinking cock in her mouth and savored the taste of her mother on it. Then she spread her mother's legs and began licking the mixture of Denise's cum and mine from her mother's pussy.
I looked at Denise to see her reaction. Her eyes were closed and she was cooing, obviously enjoying her daughter's tongue cleaning her vagina.
The three of us slept together that night, spooned together with Anne embracing her mother's body, her breasts pinned against her mother's back, her pussy touching Denise's butt. I laid against Anne with one arm wrapped around her and Denise.
I woke the next morning feeling Anne's hand gently stroking my morning hard-on and her moaning to the treatment she was receiving from Denise, whose face was firmly planted on Anne's pussy.
"Holy fuck, mom," Anne said. "George isn't even that good."
I lightly pinched Anne's left nipple to let her know I was awake and aware of her building orgasm induced by her mother.
"More George," Anne cried out. "Keep doing that," she pleaded. Now her mother was aggressively finger fucking her sloppy wet cunt. I squeezed and nipped at both of Anne's nipples with my hands and mouth, biting in the way she liked them to be stimulated. Denise increased the speed and forcefulness, using her arm and not just her finger power, to boost the intensity of Anne's orgasm.
"Squirt for me, sweetie," Denise encouraged her daughter.
"Fuck YEA!" Anne screamed as her hips bucked and streams of clear slippery liquid shot a foot in the air out of Anne's pussy. Denise caught some of Anne's ejaculation on her hand and rubbed it on my throbbing cock.
"Fuck her now," Denise ordered me. I rammed my cock into Anne and furiously pummeled her pussy. Anne screamed continuously as she orgasmed one after another until I exploded, filling her pussy with my seed.
Anne wasn't ready to move a muscle after that. Denise and I each took quick showers and went down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
"I knew she could do it," Anne said referring to her daughter's ability to squirt. "Just takes a little more effort." I was a little surprised at Denise and her bluntness having and talking about sex with her own daughter.
"Is this a knee jerk reaction?" I asked not expecting an answer. "I could feel how pent up sexually you were last night," I explained. "Had you and Jim not been active for a while?"
"It's been five years," Denise confessed. "Jim just lost interest in me or sex or whatever," she said.
"I hope you're not going to regret what we did last night and this morning," I told her, not really having a feel for her emotional state.
"Oh god, no," Denise replied. "You know I love you. And, I love Anne more than anything in the world. She's my daughter. I want her to be happy. I could feel she wanted to have sex with me as an expression of our love, just like you and me."
Anne must have been eavesdropping on our conversation at the door to the kitchen.
"Then why don't you move to Arizona with us," she suggested. "Nobody there knows the family and they don't suspect a thing. Then we can all be together."
"Anne is right, Denise," I said. "There's too much family here and everyone knows everybody else's business in this town."
"And besides, the weather is great," Anne added. "No fucking ice and snow."
"I'll think about it," Denise said melancholically. "You are leaving tomorrow?" she asked.
