Third part to the series, again unchecked and unedited so there will be typos, etc. Hope any errors in the text aren't too off-putting.
Voting and comments are disabled on this one. Anon is too tedious to be bothered with and this is supposed to be fun.
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GA - Plague Island, UK - 23 March 21
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I boggled, stunned by what I was looking at.
My mother's fingers were tight against my wrist, so tight it hurt. Not that I was paying any attention to the pain, my head was too full of seeing my sister in a bra and briefs. She was on our parents' bed, our father's erection in her hand while she slowly stroked its length, her eyes on me.
From alongside me I heard my mother murmur: "All right, just trust me."
I swivelled my face towards her. "Mum? Oh no," I said through a croak.
Her eyes were wide and full of empathy. "Uh-huh, I know, didn't expect to see that - did you, Nathan?"
I heard an inarticulate gurgling sound issue forth from me. I gawked at my mother for a couple more seconds, then set my attention on the shocking, unbelievable sight of my sister sucking our father's cock.
Another chocked sound came out of me when I saw Annabel's eyes glinting with devilment. She was taunting me with her expression, her pretty face misshapen because the girth of the cock was stretching her lips.
Annabel held my gaze as she came up off the cock, gasping and coughing, drool a silver hawser connecting her mouth to her own father's erection.
I continued to stare, with my brain steadfast in its refusal to accept the reality of the scene.
"I'm going in there," I heard my mother say. She paused and let go of my wrist, adding: "Trust me, it's all perfectly fine."
As she went, my mother let the gown slip from her shoulders, the pleasing view of her feminine shape from behind obscuring the awful vision of my father's brutal-looking cock as my sister licked it from balls to tip.
"Here, let me have that," my mother said as she got onto the bed.
I saw the mollusc of my mother's meaty twat nestled in the concavity between the tops of her thighs as she knelt on hands and knees, rump towards me, her hand going to my father's dick.
"Take your brother to your room or something," my mother went on. "Talk to him. He looks like he's had a shock."
My sister giggled and moved to kiss our father before she got off the bed. I watched, transfixed, appalled and fascinated during the car-crash moment in which I saw my sister's pink tongue slip and slide with our dad's.
Then Annabel came to me, smirking as she walked, our mother behind her taking the cock between her lips.
"You've been fucking our mum," Annabel said.
"Bella, Jesus," I gasped.
"He licked my arse," I heard my mother say. "I'm so wet. I'm sodden. Do you want to do it now?"
As my sister moved in front of me, our father growled: "She's been sucking it since you left. If I put it in now, I'll come."
"Come on," Annabel said.
I didn't move. Instead, I carried on staring into the room, the couple on the wide bed, my parents, both naked.
"Nathan," my sister insisted as she tapped my arm.
She had to grab my hand a forcibly tug it to get my attention.
"We're going to my bedroom," she said.
It took words from our father to spur me into movement. "Fuck off," he said, focussed on me. "Go with your sister," he added.
My mother was kneeling next to him, her hand moving slowly up and down the length of my father's hard-on, her other hand caressing her breast.
"Go on, Nathan," my mother crooned. "Go, sweetheart. I'll come and talk to you later."
That's how, for the second time in five minutes, I found myself being led by the hand by a female member of my family.
"Your-fucking-face," Annabel giggled when we stepped into her room.
I managed to ask: "Bella, what's going on?"
She shrugged and grinned and said: "Our mother and father are going to fuck."
I closed my eyes and pushed the heels of my hands against the lids until starbursts of light exploded across the darkness. I sucked in air, clenching my teeth while my fingers then curled into fists, tension coiled within.
I sucked in air and then held my breath, cheeks ballooning as I hissed it all out.
Then I was ready, almost, to face my sister.
"Bella, Jesus-fuck," I spat, "you were sucking dad's cock!"
"You've been fucking mum," my sister shot back.
"But ... I mean ... Fucking hell, Bella, what's happening to us? This is just so fucked. How long have you and dad been...?"
My sister's face softened as she paused before taking my hand.
"Come on, let's talk," she said, leading me to her bed.
We sat side by side, my attention on the carpet near my feet as Annabel spoke, my head clearing of confusion but filling with questions as she told me her side.
"It's been about a year," my sister began. "Mum started it off."
"Mum? But how? Fuck, Annabel ... I mean, why would she do that?"
My sister rolled her eyes. "Because she's kinky. You've only seen her being our mother ... Well, until Saturday that is. You've saw more of her then - didn't you, Nathan?"
I blurted: "You know about that?"
Annabel laughed. "Yes, of course. Why do you think I stayed at Mary's that night?"
"Because she's your best friend," I said.
"Yeah, and because mum wanted me out of the way."
