Let me be clear. My stories have no flowery words for depraved sex to protect your delicate sensibilities. No, my dear readers, the vulgar, raunchy, and risquΓ© is going down. All those triggers you're warned about. They're real and in your face of the barely believable plotlines. So, if you like your smut cleaned up and NYTsy best seller like DG ain't for you. But if you are like me and dig gratuitous filthy smut, are a bit of a freak, then sit down, shut up, and hang on.
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Oliver and his sister Brooke hook up. But not before Brooke gets with her nephew, who is her brother's son. Then, a perfectly created sister arrives. Some MM play between father and son, but no crossed swords. FFM, FMF, MFF, and FF are all obscenely rampant throughout. Pregnancy. A lesbian makes a brief appearance. You don't have to read Ch 01, but this one won't make much sense if you don't and you'll miss a lot more smut.
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Sister & Brother & Son Make One 02
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Ethan was in my bed almost every night after his dad discovered we were fucking.
I loved sucking his dick. It was smooth and thick and thickly veined. I could make his body quiver when I'd tongue the sensitive head and probe the hole.
Flicking my tongue on the underside of the tip made him shiver with pleasure. He loved it when I stroked him while his balls were in my hot, wet mouth, my tongue toying with the fat orbs.
I could make him shudder when I licked the sensitive spot behind his balls, then up the seam and underside to the tip. I would graze my teeth down the shaft when I sucked his cock into my mouth. His hips would begin to rock when I ran my tongue around the rim and abraded my teeth over the satiny head.
I loved to milk up the precum and lick it off.
After I'd tease him, he would fuck my mouth hard and fast until he exploded. I'd hold his cock so white pearls of cum would spray my face and tits.
"God, auntie, you're the best," he groaned, pulling me against him while he caught his breath. "Dad asked if you were a good cocksucker."
"What!? Really?" I found it exciting that he asked and that they talked about us having sex.
I noticed recently that Oliver was more attentive to me. Little brushes as we passed each other, lingering hugs, teasing little smiles. I liked it. I was beginning to see him less like a brother and more like a sexy man.
"And you told him what?" I asked.
"I told him he'd have to try you and find out," he laughed.
"But he has a girlfriend!" I objected. "She should be keeping him happy."
"Hmm, yeah, you'd think so, but maybe he hears us, and it doesn't quite measure up to what he has with Joy."
"Oh no!"
Ethan laughed. "What? Would it be so tough for you to take care of your brother and your nephew?"
"I don't honestly know. I haven't thought about it like that."
Fucking them both? I am feeling more of a sexual attraction to my brother. And I see that I can arouse him. Sleeping with them both, however. Ethan isn't jealous and, in fact, is excited about sharing me. Thinking of a threesome with them is exciting. I know I'd be the piece of attraction.
"I can hear your mind working," Ethan chuckled.
"So, you wouldn't be jealous?"
"Not at all," he said.
"I do like the idea of sucking your cock while my brother fucks me. Or you fucking me while I sucked his cock. Would you like that?"
"Oh baby, you have the vision of a porn movie producer. Fuck yeah, I like the idea. How about I eat you while he fucks your mouth?"
"Mmm," I murmured, squirming. "Okay, let me think about it for a while."
He agreed, then proceeded to fuck me silly.
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It was summer and hot. We all wore less clothing because of that. I often wore crop T-shirts or halter with shorts. The guys wore shorts. Oliver started wearing knit gym shorts.
One of the sexiest things I've ever seen is a man going commando while they wore sweats. I had a neighbor who worked around his house like that, and I'd get my vibrator out while watching through a window. I often felt he did it on purpose. He liked to show off, and I wanted to watch. Win-win.
My brother took to being commando in his gym shorts. He couldn't have known what a turn-on it was for me--my little fetish. But damn, he had me wet when he'd do that.
He was on his back, replacing the kitchen disposal, and called for me to help. I went to my hands and knees, peering in the under-sink cupboard.
"Whatcha need?" I asked, and he lifted his head to look at me. I saw his Adams's apple bob hard.
"There's a large screwdriver in the toolbox I need."
I leaned across his body to retrieve the screwdriver and brushed the growing mound in his shorts. When I leaned back in the cabinet, I realized my breasts were swinging free in my halter, and he likely had a good shot right down between.
I smiled. "Is this what you want?"
He took the screwdriver and mumbled. I leaned on my hands, which squeezed my tits together, giving him a better view down my halter. He handed it back to me, his eyes fixed on my tits.
When I leaned across his body to put it back in the toolbox, my tits pushed down on his throbbing mound. I heard a groan from the cupboard.
I teased him unmercifully like that until the job was done.
When he stood up, his cock tented the front of his shorts and had created a wet spot.
"Nice job, bro," I smiled.
"You too,
sis
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I was doing laundry when Ethan came in.
"Hey, Brookie," he said, kissing me.
"Mmm, hey yourself," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Suddenly, he picked me up and set me on the washer just as it started the spin cycle.
"Spread your legs."
I did, and the vibration went right to my clit, immediately sending me into waves of orgasm that pounded through my body. He slipped his hands under my crop top and began to knead my bare breasts. I moaned in his mouth, the vibration making my body shudder.
"Oh fuck, Ethan," I whimpered.
"Go with it, baby," he whispered against my lips.
The end of the cycle vibrated even harder, and I gasped, crying out with pleasure.
"Mmm," I moaned, melting into his body as he took me off the washer. My knees were like jelly, and he held me up for a minute so I could regain my strength.
He kissed the side of my neck. "You've never done that before?"
I shook my head, still too weak to even talk.
"That's a vibrator on steroids," I laughed.
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Ethan went out with his friends the following week, and Oliver was doing paperwork at his desk.
"Hey, Brooke, can you come to look at this to make sure I'm reading it right, please?"
"Sure!" I stood behind his office chair and leaned over his shoulder. "Which paragraph?"
He showed me, and I read it over. I leaned over him more, my tits pressed against his shoulders and neck while I pointed out the issue. My left arm was across his chest.
While we discussed the wording, he took my hands and pulled them down on his chest, so my head was next to his and my tits pressed into his shoulders. I was sure he could feel my nipples harden as he rubbed my arms. My hands were flat on his chest, and as I moved them, I felt his nipples harden under my palms.
He turned his head a little and said, "Thanks, baby."
"Sure." I kissed him on the corner of the mouth and slowly ran my hands up his chest over his shoulders as I backed away.
But not before noticing the bulge in his lap.
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Our interactions became more physical after that. I think we were both enjoying the foreplay so much that we were in no real hurry to take it to the next level.
I would find it would arouse me to wetness immediately as we started a tease.
While doing dishes at the sink, Oliver came up behind me with the rest of the dishes from dinner.
"Dinner was good tonight, Brookie," he said, hugging me from behind.
"Glad you like it! New recipe."
"New is good," he murmured near my ear.
"Ummhmm," I responded.
His hands slipped under my shirt until my breasts rested on his hands.
"Have I told you how much I like having you here?"
I rinsed several dishes and placed them on the rack to dry. As I moved, my breasts settled over his hands.
"I like being here, Oliver. A lot."
His thumbs rubbed the underside of my tits, which is a highly sensitive area for me. I sucked in a breath and felt my nipples tighten almost painfully. I leaned back into him. His thumping meat pushed against my ass.
He continued to caress the underside of my tits, and my pussy responded by tingling and wetting my panties.
He nuzzled my neck and said, "I'm really enjoying this. Between us."
I shivered. "Me too." I arched my neck to his kisses. "Oh, Oliver," I sighed.
"Yes, baby," he said, sounding like his son.
His thumbs edged higher, rubbing the tiny bumps around my nipple. I arched, needing more.
"You're so hard," I whimpered.
"I am. For you." I swallowed hard at his words. "When you got here. I saw this drop-dead gorgeous woman get out of the car, and I forgot you were my sister. I wondered who that sexy woman was. I was stunned that you were so beautiful. You nearly doubled me over."