Some Ind of Tragedy

It started with Meadow... but Helen didn't know that until it was already too late.

She'd had such a bland life. Helen Smith, because of course the family that adopted her was named nothing more interesting than

Smith

. She grew up in a boring place, watching boring people do boring things. It didn't help that she started

developing

at an early age, and that, by the time she was in her teens, every boy, and man... and a few of the women... were drooling over her curvy form.

Her life was lived swallowed and forgotten by time itself, and she seemed destined to be nothing more than a mom to some random dude's brats, until Tarrence Tellus, of Zero Lymp U.S., the most profitable corporation in the world, found her and told her who she was. What she was.

Helen was a Tellus. Daughter to the CEO, Craig, and his wife Rhianna; given away at her birth by her paranoid father, and found again at the behest of her mother to enact some revenge... some sweet, sweet revenge. She found out just how sweet on the night that it all came out, and she met her siblings for the first time. When she met

him.

Zedekiah.

He'd wasted no time in groping her on the couch, then fingering her under her skirt without ever having said more than

hello

to her outside the mansion. It was brazen, arrogant, and tailor-made to get her wetter than the Everglades.

When her youngest brother, the one they'd all agreed would take over the corporation, pulled her into a side bedroom, she'd balked at first. He was gorgeous, and confident, and completely into her... and she knew the reputation that the family had for inappropriate trysts... but there was precedent to be set. If she just let him have his way with her then, what kind of relationship would they have going forward? She was to be in charge of family services in the company, but she needed to know that it would be

hers

, and not subject to the new CEO's whims.

"Zed..." Helen tried not to shiver when he almost casually, possessively, pulled her sweater off, freeing her mammoth, bare breasts to the night air. She had no way of knowing it then, but her penchant for going braless was shared with her insanely fertile grandmother, Gail. It was as if things had come full circle. "Zed, I don't... don't want..."

She was forgetting what she didn't want as his fingers expertly manipulated her nipples and his lips nuzzled the side of her neck. Even his soft, short beard felt amazing against her skin. Still, she had to power trough, trying to get some actual words out in-between her breathy sighs. She pushed him back just as he got his fingers in the waist of her skirt, so he pulled it off in the same motion. "What do you... do I..." She swallowed to get moisture back in her mouth, shyly covering up her panty-clad crotch and putting an arm across her chest. "What am I going to be to you? A conquest?"

Zed smiled and cocked an eyebrow wryly, then dropped his trousers without flourish, revealing that he too liked to dispense with certain undergarments.

Holy...

Is that thing real?

In all the sweaty petting sessions that Helen had ended before they got anywhere, she'd never seen a dick like that. The girth... the veins running down it like bolts of lightning... it was... it was...

"Godlike." She didn't realize she said the word out loud until he laughed.

"Well, thank-you. Or thank mom's genes, I guess." Zed eyed her up and down. "We got very, very lucky in that department. Both of us." He stepped forward again, pressing his lips to hers for their first kiss. She leaned into it, letting him have this very small thing. For the time being. It was her choice completely. It was. Her breathlessness when they finally parted was... natural.

Zed pressed his forehead to hers and smiled, staring into her deep, brown eyes with his sky-blue orbs. "As to your question; well, I can tell you're special. Closest to me in age... the most ready to throw your old life away. We can do this side-by-side."

At that moment, something was definitely pressing into her side. She tried to ignore it. "Like... partners?" She failed, and her hand attempted to wrap itself around the throbbing length of flesh poking at her. It failed too.

"Like spouses." He moved his fingers to her twat, rubbing small, teasing circles around the hot little nub down there. "Why not? We are Telluses." He put two fingers in, the most she'd ever experienced up to that point, even by herself.

Helen knew what she was; what her real assets were, and she told herself that the fact that he wasn't going right back to her tits showed that he was disciplined. It did. It was a sign.

He leaned down and flicked each nipple with his tongue.

Well, he did hold out awhile...

She groaned as she ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair.

"We'll get married." Zed picked her up and walked to the biggest bed she'd ever seen... and it was only a guest room in the family mansion. "We have a dynasty to keep going, after all."

That did it. "You... want me to have..." Oh, the idea of being knocked up wasn't so odious after all. In fact, it was really, really turning her on. Apparently all she needed was a worthy man to do the deed. Her younger brother. Her arrogant, impossibly sculpted sibling.

Wow, I think I just had a little orgasm...

It was soon obvious that she'd had no idea what an orgasm actually was, but she learned quick enough. When Zed dispensed with the foreplay and fed that magnificent cock into her virgin snatch, her mind went straight to the sky, and her body was not her exclusive property anymore. Her brother rode her like a man possessed, gripping the headboard for leverage and pounding her without a care, grunting like a beast as her tits flopped back and forth so hard, it was almost painful.

She loved every second of it. The feel of that fertile member spearing her uterus, the thought of being filled with his seed... it sent her over the edge in no time flat, and her screams were probably heard by the limo driver outside.

"Fuck... take it... take it all..." Zed kissed her again, forcing his tongue down her throat this time.

"Yesyesyesyesyes..." Her legs locked over his hips instinctively. "Fill me. Mark me. Give me your babies!" She pulled with her strong leg muscles, trying to get him as deep as possible. Ignoring the pain of being so, so full.

Zed grunted, grabbed the headboard with both hands, and hilted himself fully inside his desperate sister, shaking with the power of his own climax. When Helen felt him unload in her, felt her womb drown in his cum, her yell turned to tears, and she cried with the joy of finding one's purpose in life finally fulfilled. They kept going that first night, wanting to make sure that Helen would be leaving that mansion with a little something extra. She'd never been happier, and she made a vow that no one would take her new life, and her new position, away from her.

__________

That was some time ago. Before the wedding. Before...

Meadow

. Before Helen had found out what Zed and their cousin had done together. Had made together.

Little Althea was thrust into Zed's face one day after a board meeting by a stern, nagging Meadow. Their cousin, as smart as she was, knew that Zed had lied to her when he'd talked her into fucking him, telling her he loved her and they'd stay together. The teacher had sent message after message during her pregnancy, reminding Zed of his promises and responsibilities, like a voice in his head, constantly. Even when he tried to duck her, she found a way to buzz in his ear.

Finally, when the day came for him to claim his first child, Zed was out of his head, and he legitimized the baby right then and there, in front of the board and everyone. In front of Helen, three weeks past her due date, and seething with rage and jealousy.

That night, Zed worked harder at appeasing his wife than he'd ever worked at anything before in his life. He told her how long he'd been smitten by Meadow's wiles. How he dreamed of nothing else while growing up in isolation on that island. He said how, once he had her, he realized who his true love was, and never touched his teacher again.

Helen's ire didn't really subside, but she was able to compartmentalize it. She figured that there really wasn't much of a choice for her. The agreement she'd signed when they overthrew Craig had left no room for doubt as to who was the CEO in perpetuity, no matter what legal fight the others would think of bringing. She could divorce him, and get little to nothing more than she already had, or she could forgive him, stay with him, and continue her influence in the corporation.

It wasn't a hard decision, and she made it with only a bit of groveling on his part. When his kinky side reared its head from all the passions running at high speed, he'd torn away her dress, reveling in her round belly and bloated tits. He spun her around to face the wall, where she barely had time to brace herself before he snaked his dick right up in until his hips were flush with hers.

"I knew... oooh... I knew I married you... ugh... for a reason..." She tried to keep the upper hand as she was taken by her husband, but it was a lost battle.

"Gonna give this kid limp and a hunchback, I'm pounding you so hard."

Zed picked up the pace, going so forcefully that Helen actually did begin to worry for her unborn son. Not that she wanted him to stop. "Oh fuck yes... show me what that skinny little slut couldn't stay away from." She thrust her hips back to meet his. "Give me what's mine!"

It was the climax, her first in months, which did it, there was no doubt. She started labor right then and there, and though she always heard how trying the ordeal was, she was actually blissful the entire time. This was what she'd truly wanted; a real family of her own flesh and blood.

If Helen was more of a superstitious woman, she might have believed that Zed really did mess things up by fucking her when she was so close to delivery. As it was, she didn't dwell on the origins of the problem overmuch; she was more devastated by the fact of it.

__________

"Take it away." Helen shooed the nurse, and the bundle she was holding, out of the room. She pretended she didn't see the disgusted look on the woman's face. Next to her, Zed's brow wrinkled in concern.

"You don't want to hold little Hezekiah? Our son?" He was uncharacteristically passive about it, which probably had something to do with the fact that he was currently cradling Althea while he attended to Helen's recovery.

"It... he's so... ugly." Helen rolled away, staring at the wall. "And he's... he's not in me anymore." That last bit was muttered under her breath, but she meant it. The thrill of carrying the child was gone, and so was her enthusiasm for the whole thing. "Just, take him away. He needs surgery, therapy... stuff I can't give him. I'll... I'll get him when the time is right."

Zed was clearly upset and angered, but just as clearly unwilling to force the issue. They'd made peace, and he was a man of his word. Mostly. Enough, at least, to choose his wife over a child he had no real use for at the time. He stood, bouncing Althea to make her coo, and walked to the door. "I know a good place."

"Fine. I'll be... recovering." She looked over her shoulder at her brother and his child, wept for a time, then fell asleep and dreamed of shining, pretty children that actually came from her.

__________

She meant to ask about Hezekiah and what happened to him, she really did, but life got in the way. As the weeks, then the months went by, she struggled to get back into her right mind and take her place at the head of her department again. She focused on other families, and ignored her own, and Zed... well, Zed started to be himself again.

She tried to stay in denial at first when their older sister, pretty, vibrant, full-of-life Demara, started coming around the mansion more and more often. At one point, their brother, Poe, came with her on one of the visits, and it was painfully obvious that the man had it bad for their golden-haired, willow of a sister. Helen even suggested as much to her when they were talking by themselves.

"He's a swimmer, and has the body to show for it!" Helen laughed and nudged Demara playfully. "Just give him a roll in the hay; you'll have fun, and he'll be your sexy little dolphin, bringing you all the fish you want."

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard, and last week I had an aide ask me to plant him in the new hydroponics setup so he'd '

live forever'

." Demara looked at Helen like she was a nut job, and it rankled.

"Don't be so fruity. Just fuck him, Dem. If you're worried that he's our brother..."

Demara wasn't looking at her anymore. Her gaze had wandered over to where Zed and Poe were arm-wrestling like a couple of idiot teenagers. "Oh, I don't have any hang-ups about fucking my brother. Trust me. Nature will take its course no matter what."

Weirdo Hippy.

Helen just smiled and nodded, and noted that this was what happened when one of them spent too much time hanging out with Grandma Gail. The rest of the afternoon passed as slow as molasses, and at some point she just gave up and took a nap.

That night, Helen came to on the couch, achy and irritated from sleeping cock-eyed on it for hours. It was quiet, so she went looking for everyone. Of course, Poe was out back by the picturesque little pond with all the exotic fish they kept, passed out with his feet dangling in it, drunk with bottles of something strewn about, wet from... maybe water, maybe not.

Zed and Demara were nowhere to be seen.

Heard

on the other hand...

They didn't even go far; just on the other side of a nearby tree after leaving a trail of shed and even torn clothing. A goddamned willow. It was like they wanted to do it in front of Poe. Hell, no

like

about it. She knew Zed well enough to be sure that he was getting off on claiming his sister in front of the brother that pined for her, while another sister slept nearby. And boy, was he ever staking that claim.

Demara seemed to not know what was happening to her other than that she was on her knees, hanging onto the tree for dear life, her face planted in the dirt, while her not-so-little brother was bent over her and plowing her to kingdom come. And come. And come again.

"Ooooh! Oh, oh, ohhh! Uuuugggh!" Demara couldn't even form words; her entire consciousness seemed to be devolved into no more than sounds and an atavistic reflex to pump her ass back at the man who'd reduced her to a vegetable.

Zed, judging the moment to be right, unceremoniously jammed his thumb into his older sister's puckering asshole, never stopping his thrusts into her cunt once. Helen would have thought the dirty hippy would have been long used to such treatment, but Demara's toes curled as her feet flailed about, and she squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth in shock and discomfort. "Z... Ze..." She screamed when he began corkscrewing the digit in her ass. "Hhhhnnng!"

She climaxed again, perhaps surprising herself with how much that filthy act did it for her. Zed grunted too, nutting inside her, deep satisfaction growing on his face. Helen was surprised, though she shouldn't have been, that when Zed pulled out of his sister, he was still hard as oak.

"Let me do it." He had one hand running lightly up and down Demara's spine, while the other applied a light pressure to let her know he didn't want her to get up. "Let me pop that knot. I'll be your first... you said earlier you never did it..."

What the fuck did they talk about when I feel asleep?

Helen was angrier than ever. The three fingers knuckle-deep in her snatch were positively livid.

He's gonna do it.

He's gonna fuck her ass.

It was never in doubt. It was obvious now that Demara had more than just a small infatuation for the CEO. She'd given herself over entirely. "...fine. Take it. Make me your butt-slut." She flexed her tanned, toned cheeks as a bit of unnecessary incentive. "You already planted your garden, now fill the mole tunnel."

God, shut up you hippy freak.

Just...

Helen was in real danger of losing her impending orgasm, and if she wasn't going to get off, then they weren't either. She'd make sure of that.

If Zed was put off by the bad sex-talk, he hid it well. With a smile of triumph, he fed his cock, still slick with Demara's own juices, right into her winking sphincter, accompanied by a chorus of deep moans from his pliant sister. How she was able to take it in one go was beyond Helen. She knew that she'd never in a million years be willing to try herself.

Can't make babies that way...

It worked for Demara though, and how. Apparently she was naturally nurturing, because she was positively buoyed by having her brother churn her bowls like he was tilling a field. Helen could see Demara tensing and loosening in a rhythm, massaging and milking the dick in her with a natural talent, all while whipping her head back and forth, causing her hair to fly about like amber waves.

"Hoe me, break me open, dig in deep..." Demara was muttering nonsense, and Zed was loving it.

"I just fucking broke your brain, didn't I?" He picked up the pace. "Who is it that took you? Who won you today?"

"You did! Fuck, you tamed me, Zed!"

"What did Poe do?"

"He lost! He lost any chance at me forever! God, you're... Nng! You're the... the only one who... Fuck! The only who will ever have a piece of me!"

The green-eyed, golden-haired, tanned goddess of a woman had just proclaimed that she belonged to Helen's husband, and it was more than enough to put her right at the zenith. Helen's cry as she came was a bit too loud, though, and though Zed and Demara were too far gone to hear it, Poe woke right the hell up.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Demara sit up and plaster her back against Zed's heavily-muscled chest, loop her arms up around his neck, and turn her head to lock lips with him in one of the lustiest kisses ever, her perky, apple-sized little tits on fully display. They didn't stop then either, and Zed seemed to be trying to actually

lift

his sister's ass with his cock, he jerked so hard up into her.

To an accompaniment of his lost love's delighted mews, Poe scrambled to his feet and ran. Helen decided to follow behind, diverting to her bedroom when he went out the front door, where she wanted to end the night. Her ardor was spent, and what was left was her furious sense of betrayal. The bastard had done it again, and she knew exactly what was coming next.

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Nine months later, and baby Penelope greeted the world. This time, Zed didn't even try to hide it. When he commenced with fucking Demara all during her pregnancy, he told his wife that, since she had no interest in her own family anymore, she couldn't begrudge his. When his newest daughter was born, all their brothers and sisters were there. Perpetual homebody Heather, Poe, ready to chew nails, and even pale, weird Hayden who dragged himself from the basement of the corporate headquarters and his library of personnel files to watch his niece be delivered. The fact that he gave off the creepiest of creepy-uncle vibes was politely ignored by everyone.

When everyone had cleared out, and Demara was blissfully asleep with her perfect daughter, Helen literally dragged Zed into the dumb room that their father had set up that was full of guns he'd collected over the years.

"You're going to give me another."

"What?" Zed frowned. "A kid? When's the last time you even

thought

about Hez—"

The slap across his face took him completely by surprise. He could only rub his cheek while staring at his wife. "What the fuck?"